Speaking of April Fools, I think the prize for "Closest to Theme" should go to my honey-pop Rosemary, who for the second time this year hurt her ankle dancing on the sidewalk, this time to Fatboy Slim, and this time the left ankle. Poor kid. I love her though, and she kept asking if I was gonna joke about here here, so I did. Oh, here is advice she found about what to do with a sprained ankle.
I got into History of U. S. Foreign Policy today. We watched the Godfather, to prep us for a discussion on whether or not the Five Families can be seen as a metaphor for competing nation states. I think so. " You're my older brother and I love you. But dpn't ever take sides against the Family again. Ever." I could go on and on about how cool this class is gonna be, and how it is taught by the head of NU's Center for Teaching Excellence, and I prolly will in a few weeks. Gimme time.
And gimmee some mo'.
Currently lissenin' to Joan of Arc, in prep for tomorrow's show. I get to see web king Simon King at the show tomorrow. I write stuff for his e-zine called Punks G Hybrid.
I'm gonna go play some Madden and then go to sleep. I had a long, busy day, but it was a very successful, satisfying one. Yay.
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"You've got such a pretty voice, but
You gotta get so
Fucked up to sing"
-- "This Life Cumulative," Joan of Arc
