" I just had to ASK A CLERK for orange juice 'cause they don't have ROOM for it in the case 'cause of all the MONSTERXTREMEROCKSTARFRUCTOBULLZ" -- Jeffrey Rowland (I hate that about the world today...and I don't even like orange juice.)

This weekend for me started at 10:00 on Wednesday night. A very dear friend of mine bought me another very dear friend of mine because it is legal for the former to do so, though I am too young. I downed about a third of that bottle, then my first very dear friend mixed me a shot of raspberry vodka with pineapple and blueberry/pomegranate juices. After that, another friend used a similar recipe - this time with added cherry Mountain Dew, which was surprisingly tasty - to mix me four more shots. And then there was wine.

Thursday: BetotheEtotheN turned nineteen. There was a party at his place which was very crowded. I drank very little.

Friday: One Halloween party where I won't know anyone. I was invited by my roommate. A second Halloween party where I will know almost everyone, and where there will be jungle juice (and gay men make the best jungle juice). A third, intimate Halloween gathering which will include a blanket fort. I'll be dressed as a wench. Maybe there will be some Rocky Horror viewing. I hope so.

Thus far today I have seen several Halloween costumes (and several outfits I can only pray are costumes; NOBODY should EVER wear cutoffs, let alone cutoffs with Uggs. When it isn't cold.) The best costume I've seen so far has been a person in a lab coat with construction paper wrapped around their head... BEAKER. http://a3.vox.com/6a00c225239bda604a00e398ec4d730004-500pi

The End of an Era

After a month, I reach this conclusion:
He thinks I'd make a good prosecutor, with the way I twist people's words around? Well I think he'll make a wonderful politician, the way he takes other people's word for what he should find out himself, the way he dodges important questions, and the way he mangles reality so he sees what he wants to see.

And now I'm done blogging about him. For good.

Text Messages

"Sup sexy?" "Nothing. Just being sexy at my house."

"Ah [Keystone] Ice. The piss of the worst. Congrats, you are definitely in college."

"Everyone was really impressed that I could drink tequila straight... then I brought Shawn home."

Re: my mother - "She bore you so I hold no grudge."
Re: my bra - "Never! It is my arch nemesis!"

"I prefer sleeping with you to sleeping without you." "And I prefer having you within arms' length."

Videos

I posted some new videos on YouTube today. Here are some:

This is Tyler belching.



...take two.



And, of course, we had to do a third:

So here's what's up.

Today's a rainy, bleary day.

My roommate was on the radio! She, along with another of my friends and a guy I met once, represented the University of Iowa Anti-War Committee. They discussed their organization, what they stand for, their participation in the protests at the 2008 Republican National Convention in St. Paul, and their upcoming events. Check 'em out here: http://www.uiantiwar.org/

Other than that, all my classes were canceled today. Methinks I'll read some Thoreau in my free time... or perhaps nap. I'm a college kid; these are my dilemmas.

Damien Rice, "Coconut Skins"

You can hold her hand
And show her how you cry
Explain to her your weakness
So she understands
And then roll over and die

You can brave decisions
Before you crumble up inside
Spend your time asking everyone else's permission
Then run away and hide

Or you can sit on chimneys
Put some fire up your ass
No need to know what you're doing or waiting for
But if anyone should ask
Tell them I've been licking coconut skins
And we've been hanging out
Tell them God just dropped by to forgive our sins
And relieve us our doubt
La la la la la la la...

Oh you can hold her eggs
But your basket has a hole
You can lie between her legs and go looking for
Tell her you're searching for her soul
You can wait for ages
Watch your compost turn to coal
Time is contagious
Everybody's getting old

So you can sit on chimneys
Put some fire up your ass
No need to know what you're doing or looking for
But if anyone should ask
Tell them I've been cooking coconut skins
And we've been hanging out
Tell them God just dropped by to forgive our sins
And relieve us our doubt
La la la la la la la...

The Arcade Fire, "Headlights Look Like Diamonds"

The red lights mean you're leaving
The white ones mean returning
Tell me how this story ends
And I'll keep them fires burning

The headlights look like diamonds
The taillights burn like coals
Tell me how this story ends
Before the fires go cold

The countryside's deserted
There's no one on the farms
The suburbs all are sleeping
The earthquakes set off car alarms

All after all now we aware
All after all the time we share
There's so much fears of world,
Hopes of world, tears of world