I just got word from the jewelers that my engagement ring has arrived. I can't go get it, because Mike is in NYC, and I need him to check the stone, because he's much better at finding the three spots under the microscope than I am. That, and I would just feel weird picking it up without him. So, I have to wait another day. But this all just became so damn real, much realer than when I, ahem, bought my dress.
Tuesday, February 24, 2004
Monday, February 23, 2004
Sunday, February 22, 2004
so that's what referral logs are for...
Apparently I'm a "self-proclaimed bastion of leftist compassion" who uses hate speech because I called Ralph Nader a jackass. I think a lot of people are jackasses, especially those who assume that I voted for Nader the last time around. Let's stop talking about politics and go back to the important things....
...So, was that an engagement ring on Carrie's hand at the end of Sex and the City?
Saturday, February 21, 2004
Oh yeah, now you can't shut me up after nearly a month of not posting. I've come to the realization while reading some tedious media effects theory that John Vanderslice's Cellar Door is a fucking amazing record. I liked it when I got it, but it hit me today while listening to it in rotation with Death Cab, Pernice Brothers, the Shins and Lloyd Cole. It's so great. Buy it now. Now, I'm going to order the MGM Endings remix record, because I have a sneaking suspicion that JV won't have any more in stock when the tour hits Philly at the end of next month.
I will do anything to procrastinate. I don't want to grade papers...
yeah, yeah, it's been a while...
As if I needed another reason to be glad I'm no longer at the University of Georgia, I find out about this lovely disease that's going around. Last time I checked, Athens wasn't a cruise ship.
I've been busy, busy the past few weeks. I went up to Boston last weekend and bought my wedding dress. I have the dress, now I just need a place to hold the wedding, invitations, a set date, bridesmaid dresses, etc., etc. Why do people do this again?
Meanwhile, on top of the 8 million things I need to do this week, I have to come up with a 10-minute presentation on my indie rock in commercials paper because it was accepted in the graduate research forum. I so need to wear a Death Cab shirt under my blazer that day. I'm totally the hipster-trash grad student in my department.
I really wish I had something more interesting to say, but I'm going to finally get around to reading that Michael Jackson Vanity Fair article and then start in on all my homework. Just wanted the three of you to know I'm still around.