Thursday, September 27
I'm listening to wsrn, the coolest thing since spinner. Christine Smallwood just said my name on the air twice, before playing a John Vanderslice song "for a very nice person who's listening named Ross." Then she played the Beat Happening at the wrong RPM. Good old srn. I guess both she and Rae are going to be friendly to me, or at least smile. That's nice.
I also got a few references in this morning's Phoenix, even though they didn't run my review. My name only appeared on the wsrn schedule (illustrated by Ms. Heather Doyle, who also gave me a Peter Schmidt finger puppet today), but Ben and I got an "official," if anonymous shout-out in Jonah's column on how to do parties right, and "the outdoor party in the Fragrance garden" was mentioned a few times in an article about some sketchy police interactions on campus Saturday night. Maybe I'll make it a goal to be mentioned in the Phoenix every week. Heck, I'll probably end up writing every week.
I still haven't gotten anywhere on the 5-8 page paper I have to write by five tomorrow (25 hours from now), although I just read the introductory essay to the novel. I have a vague idea of what to write about, but I'm not really sure how well it will work. Maybe I'll interrupt Ben and get him to help me brainstorm. The annoying thing is that I have engagements from 8 to 12 tonight (SAC's "how to throw a party" studybreak and my radio show[!]), which is prime paper-writing time. I'm planning to make the best of it by writing a letter to Alyssa during the show, but what I may end up doing is taking a long nap for the next few hours and then just staying up late late late writing. It will not be fun, but it will be okay. Then it will really be the weekend.
I got to French a few minutes late today after finishing this morning's post, and I was afraid at first that I missed the dictation part of the exam. Whichever of our professors wrote it used that nasty trick of including stuff on the test that we haven't learned yet, but it was fine other than that. I went to Sharples for the third time today (pretty soon I won't be able to keep count any more), and had some of my favorite potato dish - lattice cut, waffle cut, or cottage fries. My roommates are cute, they're fasting and wearing dark colors and watching a movie about suburbia. So Becca of Penn is reading this too. Anyone else lurking out there? Cheers.
bleached out and aired, ikea-d and swept bare
I also got a few references in this morning's Phoenix, even though they didn't run my review. My name only appeared on the wsrn schedule (illustrated by Ms. Heather Doyle, who also gave me a Peter Schmidt finger puppet today), but Ben and I got an "official," if anonymous shout-out in Jonah's column on how to do parties right, and "the outdoor party in the Fragrance garden" was mentioned a few times in an article about some sketchy police interactions on campus Saturday night. Maybe I'll make it a goal to be mentioned in the Phoenix every week. Heck, I'll probably end up writing every week.
I still haven't gotten anywhere on the 5-8 page paper I have to write by five tomorrow (25 hours from now), although I just read the introductory essay to the novel. I have a vague idea of what to write about, but I'm not really sure how well it will work. Maybe I'll interrupt Ben and get him to help me brainstorm. The annoying thing is that I have engagements from 8 to 12 tonight (SAC's "how to throw a party" studybreak and my radio show[!]), which is prime paper-writing time. I'm planning to make the best of it by writing a letter to Alyssa during the show, but what I may end up doing is taking a long nap for the next few hours and then just staying up late late late writing. It will not be fun, but it will be okay. Then it will really be the weekend.
I got to French a few minutes late today after finishing this morning's post, and I was afraid at first that I missed the dictation part of the exam. Whichever of our professors wrote it used that nasty trick of including stuff on the test that we haven't learned yet, but it was fine other than that. I went to Sharples for the third time today (pretty soon I won't be able to keep count any more), and had some of my favorite potato dish - lattice cut, waffle cut, or cottage fries. My roommates are cute, they're fasting and wearing dark colors and watching a movie about suburbia. So Becca of Penn is reading this too. Anyone else lurking out there? Cheers.
bleached out and aired, ikea-d and swept bare
