Saturday, November 15, 2008
it happened again.
i woke up from my benadryl induced nap seven minutes ago and i think i had better eat some cereal. my body went into full on red, rashy, puffy grossness after a cyclocross race outside of boulder this afternoon. i took off all of my clothes to take a shower when we had finally returned to denver and i now wish i had taken a photograph because my whole body looked as if it had been colonized (colin-ized :) by the "red plague" (see also, "red mung").
Thursday, November 13, 2008
bonfire of the vanity fairs, trading a rolex for an atladl, and norman, tricia, and grandparents.
denver museum of art with a cossje van bruggen and claes oldenburg.
post-theatre cocktails and treats, one of the waiters was persuaded to eat ice cream with us.
more ice cream, this time made by a three foot seven man who toils away on the top floor of this giant milk pail. waking up early, drinking bailey's, and making ice cream. that's how he does it, three hundred and twenty five days out of the plutonian year.
breakfast (pancakes, eggs, and syrup) with cindy and tara.
"the timeless art of sedution"
the gray foxes were frolicking over all of the bread. red-staurant.
i may or may not have been in last place in this race. i actually do not think that i was, but it certainly did not go well. i will blame poor performance on the fact that i was pre-occupied with looking good for the camera, as my friend bryce was shooting away throughout the race. "oh, there's bryce at the sand pit...okay, look euro look euro, pretend you're not working hard...don't breathe through your mouth. wipe the vomit off your lower lip."
:) - insert name (verb) here.
eric moore - "...i strive to one day be a dave towle "rider of the apocalypse"."
post-theatre cocktails and treats, one of the waiters was persuaded to eat ice cream with us.
more ice cream, this time made by a three foot seven man who toils away on the top floor of this giant milk pail. waking up early, drinking bailey's, and making ice cream. that's how he does it, three hundred and twenty five days out of the plutonian year.
breakfast (pancakes, eggs, and syrup) with cindy and tara.
"the timeless art of sedution"
the gray foxes were frolicking over all of the bread. red-staurant.
i may or may not have been in last place in this race. i actually do not think that i was, but it certainly did not go well. i will blame poor performance on the fact that i was pre-occupied with looking good for the camera, as my friend bryce was shooting away throughout the race. "oh, there's bryce at the sand pit...okay, look euro look euro, pretend you're not working hard...don't breathe through your mouth. wipe the vomit off your lower lip."
:) - insert name (verb) here.
eric moore - "...i strive to one day be a dave towle "rider of the apocalypse"."
Monday, November 3, 2008
"i'd ask for a sharpie and a bucket of ice"
i just overheard this conversation in the library. i was sitting in a corner using the library's internet to watch "frida" for my art history class, and much to my chagrin these pseudo-athletic business school fuckers sat beside me...and started discussing pressing matters (camel toe, facebook, why bitches ain't shit, and "fucking, fuck, ass, whore"[their 'bro vernacular']).
"i got better things to do than vote for his ass" [his ass a reference to barack obama's ass]
"yea, son that's why i didn't register to vote"
"word"
...not sad necessarily because they're under the age of thirty and they don't want to vote for barack obama, but because they don't want to vote. what the fuck. if i was the bitchy, supercilious kid at the coffee shop that writes in his journal, i would say kids at du for the most part are big douche bags (edit: 16% of them). most of them (60%) are majoring in business, most of them (50%) are uninterested in actually learning, and most of them (80%) spend their time working in groups...getting their work done "together". too often i find myself unable to tolerate my fellow classmates, and this is a vent because i was sorely tempted, while i was trying to watch this film, to turn around and ask them to please shut the fuck up.
"i got better things to do than vote for his ass" [his ass a reference to barack obama's ass]
"yea, son that's why i didn't register to vote"
"word"
...not sad necessarily because they're under the age of thirty and they don't want to vote for barack obama, but because they don't want to vote. what the fuck. if i was the bitchy, supercilious kid at the coffee shop that writes in his journal, i would say kids at du for the most part are big douche bags (edit: 16% of them). most of them (60%) are majoring in business, most of them (50%) are uninterested in actually learning, and most of them (80%) spend their time working in groups...getting their work done "together". too often i find myself unable to tolerate my fellow classmates, and this is a vent because i was sorely tempted, while i was trying to watch this film, to turn around and ask them to please shut the fuck up.
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