Hoc Est Qui Sumus (discoflamingo) wrote,
Hoc Est Qui Sumus

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All Hail St. Isidore of Seville!

But don't buy his plate. This entry marks the beginning (again, thank goodness) of net access in my a-bit-cleaner corner of the multiverse. It just turned on, before the 7th - Qwest still sucks Satan's cock, as far as I'm concerned.

I've been gone a while, and I'd like to think I'll be brief, but I won't. So, itemized for my own sanity, here's what happened to me since this journal and I last spoke.

New Year's, and Whatnot

The New Year's fest at Art was totally ferret. As in, "totally word." I had dinner beforehand at (Nemo/Izzy)'s place - Rhea and Izzy and myself made quiche. There are many eggs in your fridge, Nemo. Still.

Chase had all of what remained from the Whole Foods juice bar to bring to the party at Art, so I mostly had smoothies with a bunch of liquor in them. That was nice. To be honest, I don't remember most of what else happened, except that I kissed a bunch of people happy new year for Sam and Sara. Which was odd, if I'm not mistaken. Huh.

The loingest conversation I remember had to do with video games - with Aaron and Phil. It culminated in a discussion of bad-ass, old-school Nintendo games we hadn't played in forever. This left me with several horrible desires for orgiastic gaming bliss that only some hard-core-sweet NES emulation could fix. Thank you FCE Ultra, thank you.

8-bit Nintendo Games I Kicked the Shit Out Of

  • The Adventures of Lolo
  • Ninja Gaiden
  • Metroid (In under three hours, nonetheless)
  • Mega Man
  • Mega Man 2
  • StarTropics
  • Tetris (I still got it, yo)

Now that I can check my grades on the Internet, I discovered that I graduated from college! Go me!

Colleges I Graduated From, Grades I Received

That would be the illustrious Macalester College, from which I received a B.A. in Mathematics, a few days ago. Funny, that. B's on all my independents, except Design Patterns, for which I got an A. C in Real Analysis ("it was pity that stayed Bilbo's hand . . ."), and A- in Creative Writing. I always get an A- in Creative Writing classes. Still need the capstone to be written so that I can get the Comp. Sci. degree. Le Sigh.

Work I Done Did, Cleaning I Must Be Done With Soon

I cleaned the entire bathroom, except for the toilet. Bear in mind that our bathroom hasn't been right proper cleaned since Slivken moved in. That makes cleaning a full-day task. This was, of course, in preparation for the renovation, so that our bathroom isn't a festering hellpit of malcontent dirt bent on waging war on the civilized world by first rotting every plaster wall confining it within this pathetic, human-built domicile. Of course, Bill won't be fixing it until next week (or month, whatever). But we have a new fridge, and internet access. Rock - for now. I also found out that one of our shower curtain rods broke - so I have to find a new one, somehow. Ugh.

I have finished sorting the CD's - now I just have to find out what's on most of them, and consolidate them. Ugh.

The papers I need to go through have been reduced to a pile only 4" thick, instead of three feet. No joke.

I have 33 books to use in my capstone, that I own.

I also have mischief to plan. And Silence fills the room . . .

Things I've Noticed Recently

I use the words "flat" and "flatmate" almost exclusively now, instead of "apartment" and "roommate." I also use the phrase "thank you much" instead of "thank you." Having the inner peace of knowing that we are all different carefully designed parts of the body of God, destined to exist until we achieve enlightenment helps make living easier. It's hard to keep calling yourself a Quaker when you haven't been right proper convinced. Decipher is one of the most awesome books I've ever read. Poppy, but damn good. DAMN GOOD!


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