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While I was browsing The Collegian Magazine today, I noticed an article about how the rising cost of tuition is going to negatively affect students this year. It seems the increased cost of going to school here is going to hurt party supply purchases. Woe is the student body at large. Nevermind the minority of students that actually have to pay for school on their own and for all of their living expenses. I guess I had a pretty non-typical college experience, so can someone please explain to me when going to college shifted away from ‘now I’m an adult’ to ‘childhood’s last hoorah’ and why?
Maybe I’m just jaded, but this diversion from growing up that has become being a student is really not helping anyone.
“In general I remember thinking how modern and snappy Europe appeared in photos: lively tinkling geometric buildings sprouting like crystals from the tedious stone drabness below. Europe seemed like a place where the future was advancing more rapidly than in Lancaster, and I love the future, so that was that. Funward ho.”
Shampoo Planet, pp. 96
We live on a mountain
Right at the top
There’s a beautiful view
From the top of the mountain
Every morning I walk towards the edge
And throw little things off
Like:
Car-parts, bottles and cutlery
Or whatever I find lying around
It’s become a habit
A way
To start the day
I go through all this
Before you wake up
So I can feel happier
To be safe up here with you
It’s real early morning
No-one is awake
I’m back at my cliff
Still throwing things off
I listen to the sounds they make
On their way down
I follow them with my eyes til they crash
Imagine what my body would sound like
Slamming against those rocks
When it lands
Will my eyes
Be closed or open?
I go through all this
Before you wake up
So I can feel happier
To be safe up here with you
“Hyper-ballad” by Björk
…but these lyrics caught my fancy tonight:
Ca y’est c’est reparti je me divise en deux
Je suis toute a la fois l’acteur et le décor
Je ne sais ou je vais ou jamais le saurais-je
Je ne vais nulle part mais a toute de vitesse
L’haleine des camions le soleil alienant
Sur le toit du Bancroft building a Montreal
Les filles a moitie nues je pense a toi souvent
les filles complètement nues ca me fais toujours mal
et puis je reste la les gens me semblent heureux
si tu savais souffrir je m’en porterais mieux
tu recevras ma lettre déchirante et déchirée
les larmes de non retour de la chienne à creve
“Retour a Vega” by The Stills
Morgan has just informed me that one of her customers at Starbucks in Portland earnestly attempted to buy a caramel machiatto with his food stamps.
I can now die at peace…
I need a MacBook Pro (where need = want). Therefore, if you or anyone you know is in the market for a well-priced Mac, here’s your chance:
All of this for the low, low price of $1,200! Delivered to you (assuming reasonable distance) by hand in its original box.
Edit: Remember, I even touched this iMac. That makes it a legendary piece of memorabilia!
Just returned from an evening stroll through Bellefonte. The scent of grilled burgers was mingling with the humid, floral air all throughout town. Visitors were sitting in familial gliders on Victorian front porches. And I walked alone with my iPod, the young guy that no one knows and everyone forces a smile at while making sure their kids are not too close. Ah, to be a part of such a community…
These lyrics struck me as great while waiting for the bus today:
It’s better to be dumb than smart and fall apart.
Have meat and potatoes than starve for your art.
It’s better to let her than fall in the dark.
With every day better, here comes my part.It’s better to be alone than lonely in the dark.
Watch 10,000 movies and learn all the parts…
“It’s Better” by The Incredible Moses Leroy
I stopped at Mike’s before my walk and grabbed Good Night and Good Luck and Why We Fight, which will compliment Syriana nicely when I finish it tomorrow. It is indeed better to be alone watching 10,000 movies. Or at least three when it’s sweltering outside and you have the day off.
Speaking of movies, I saw The Devil Wears Prada last night and it was absolutely très magnifique. Naturally, the clothes were perfectly put together from start to finish. Meryl Streep was flawless, as always…dishing out more bitchitude than even Death Becomes Her and doing a great Anna Wintour. The plot was a little dumbed down to reach mainstream sensibilities, but Anne Hathaway keeps her character far enough out of the stereotypical to pull things together nicely at the end. I’d give it a solid 8/10 and thoroughly recommend you plunk down the (at least matinee) price for a ticket.
Keith is the champeen, having found the coolest VW Rabbit ad this side of ever. Thanks muchly, new best friend! Now, for your viewing pleasure, the advertisement. (You know, in case you couldn’t click your way into comments.)
The first person that can find me video on the interweb of the adorable new VW Rabbit ad wins my eternal devotion as a friend.
For reals. You can probably even sell a prize like that on eBay.
What a splendidly eventful weekend. I came home on Thursday night (after receiving my AirPort Express – my new favourite gadget of all time) and settled in at home for a weekend of nothing but celebration. Friday was spent being busy with Nate’s graduation party preparations. There were potatoes to be foiled, chairs to be positioned, streamers to be streamed and all other manner of madness. Saturday was a day of last minute tasks augmented with a visit to my cripple-friend, Lindsie. I filled myself with lemon cake (a new recipe, as Becky reminded me) and then came home for festivities.
Nate’s party was an unmitigated success. The only snafu was my beligerantly drunk grandfather. You’ve not lived completely until you’ve seen a 70 year old chasing somebody down in an effort to retrieve his keys, spilling a red plastic cup of beer all the way. Dear lord…where is the mind’s erase function? I was graced with a long visit between myself, Barbara Flora and not one but TWO of her sisters. And, I ate like a motherfucker…delicious deliciousness filled the garage.
Following the party (well, my stint at it, anyway) I met up with H to the oovah and drove to Dusty’s for his 22nd birthday party. It was a 70s themed evening, but I hadn’t dressed up. Which was okay, considering Mandy went beyond all out. Skinny trollop. Things were great and many a photo was snapped by a shutter-obsessed host. Perhaps he’ll even be posting said photos soon? Hmm? The only problem with the party was when I decided that Sonya and I needed to break into the Jehovah’s Witness church. And we couldn’t get to it by road…oh, no…we had to go through the wooded embankment. My legs and feet wear the scars (broken digits?!) of a tumbling entrance back into the party grounds. Ooops. I did, however, thoroughly destroy Ms. Trackstar on all fronts of running.
With my entire hungover family, I attended Seth and Katie’s combined birthday party before driving back, frantically shopping and obsessively cleaning. It was a major push to the finish but by 7:30, I was entirely ready for the arrival of my aunt, who is here now. Thus, my week is begun and I’m not even lonely. Wee!
