One of these days i will go to bed before 2am.
I am Joe’s LJ Guru. :)
And he claims that he was just going to ask me if i’d heard from Oxford when i told him i’m gotten in. I’m impressed he remembered i’d applied.
He wants to have two boys, one of whom will be named Hunter. How adorable. This means we can’t get married, though, because if i have kids (which right now i’m thinking now) i want girls. I wish adoption didn’t involve so much time and money and red tape. (And of course, like everything, i think it should be open to same-sex couples.)
I called my mommy and told various people in my house that i got into the Oxford Summer Seminar. It is also on LJ, my dry-erase board, and my away message. (And Maggie actually IMed me to congratulate me. See, this is the beauty of Internet communication, you can not talk to someone for months and then have a 5 minute conversation and then not talk again for many months and it’s okay
.) I have also sent out an e-mail to half my known world. ( look at me pimp this babyCollapse )
Hot damn, looking in the brochure so i could spiff up my mass e-mail i started getting way more excited about this.
My brother called me, which was nice. He talks on the phone forEVER, though.
I e-mailed the Sophian
my reaction to Cate Malycke’s “Point Granted.” I decided against ripping apart all the small horrid things about it.
Stupid film analysis. Inspiration struck at a quarter to one, though, and i was saved.
Damn, i keep forgetting about the fact that i need a group for this Big Caper think. I wanna be in a mafia group. Must do something about that. Oh, and that paper for Michael. Stupid school, making me write things.
Tuesday (i.e., today): NEW Buffy
This Wednesday night: Angel
is not on
because the WB is stupid, so... The House of Yes
(7:30, Seelye 106, sponsored by SAFE
) or Radical Feminist Catholics?
Thursday, 7:30, Wright Hall Auditorium, "The Power and Pleasure of the Heterosexual Imaginary." Because really, i didn’t get enough of The Big Gay the first time around. ;)
For the record, if I ever ride into the apocalypse, I'd rather just prance around and have a serf banging coconut shells behind me.