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Greetings from Grad School!

My undergraduate e-mail address is being deactivated tomorrow, and am I feeling rather wibbly about it. Is that a silly thing? Nearly all of my personal e-mails are mirrored in another account, but when I think of the strange, ridiculous trappings of college life that'll be lost to me forever come noon tomorrow I get a bit desperate. What will happen to them? Is there some strange electronic heaven for four years worth of silly listserves and facebook invites I forgot to delete? Do they feel cast-off? Abandoned? IF YOU CAN READ THIS, INTERNET GHOSTS OF DEACTIVATED E-MAIL ACCOUNTS: I AM ODDLY EMOTIONAL ABOUT YOU. I will honor your absence by continuing to hoard irrelevant replies in my new e-mail account, until the combined weight of my guilt and a full inbox crushes the entire internet. You will be missed.

Love,
Grizz

the crowley kind

I had my first day of library science classes today, and we talked about delicious!  I think it's an omen.

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the man who was

Today after reading the youtube comments (as I am prone to do) for the fourth episode of Misfits, I said to myself, in condescension,

Self: People just don't understand time travel!

And then I realized it was the single most ridiculous sentence I had ever uttered.

Except maybe that a group of students is having a conversation in BINARY over our campus wide e-mail server.  That's fairly ridiculous too.

birthdays scmirthdays

Dear Internet at Large,
I have been drinking the same beer for over four hours.  Official failure at being twenty one?  Achieved.
That is all.
Love,
Grixx

(Dear Internet at Large,
I just posted about my inability to drink a beer.  Official failure at using the internet/being alive?  Achieved.)

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Ugh, sorry for the post fail.

New computer tomorrow!  An acquisition after which I will be able to post again!  Whoo!  Or, y'know, not, depending on how you like me.  But you'll have me just the same, so hello again.  It's lovely to see you all.
oh my god.

"...because the only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones that never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn..."
- Jack Kerouac, On the Road

And all of a sudden Northern Downpour makes sense <3.

count your casualties

Dear Jon Walker,

Thanks for offering proof that I was not ACTUALLY the only person alone in their room sobbing over Titanic instead of watching the Superbowl, no matter what all my friends said.

(I don't even LIKE the movie.  I DIDN'T SAY IT MADE SENSE.)

Goodniiiiiiiiight Moon

I seem to be rather unhappy all of a sudden.  Bleeeh.  I should go to bed.

Some people never change

There is an Earth, Wind, and Fire concert going on in our town proper.  I can hear it all the way up in my third floor bedroom.  How is this my life?

Haikus for hypocrites (me)

One month left alone;
I don't know how to say that
I-.  I miss you bad.

(You know who you are.)