seriously. this bag is the size of my head.
also, two things i just learned:
1. it is awesome to eat a donut in your car, in a car wash, while waiting for your car to be washed.
2. it is the opposite of awesome if the passenger side door's weather stripping has fallen off and everytime the wash-hose sprays on that side of the car, it actually sprays through the door and you are forced to defend yourself.
that was the most eventful car wash of my life.
i'm supposed to see phish at the gorge this weekend. i only have one of the four tickets right now; the others are still supposed to be coming in the mail before friday. i wouldn't be surprised if i just didn't get them. the entire thing (the band reunion, getting tickets, going to the gorge, etc.) has sort of seemed like a weird dream anyway. that said, it was a dream that cost me about 200 bucks, so i'd better get the goddamn tickets.
you know, i never really appreciated the foo fighters when they were famous. maybe they still are, i don't really listen to the radio. but i picked up most of their discography this weekend and i'm really liking pretty much everything i hear. i would have liked it even more like five years ago. oh well.
my friend emily dropped off donuts for me this morning, mistakenly thinking i was working in pullman and not moscow. by the time i got to the donuts, they had been poached slightly by other grad students. not that i blame them. if i had happened upon a box of donuts, i would have taken the entire thing.
hearing "big me" again makes me remember constantly making horrifically awkward eye contact over and over again with the girl i had a crush on during our 8th grade dance. you know, instead of actually just talking to her. good to see some things never change.
it feels oddly good to spew random garbage text into the intarwebs again.
another interesting note: i was washing care bears using the traditional method today (bear tied into pillowcase, inserted into washing machine) and somehow funshine bear got loose during the spin cycle. i tied that pillowcase tight, too. this just confirms what i've suspected since i was 3...my care bears are actually alive.
yeah...i found my care bears from when i was a wee laddie while i was home, and couldn't not bring them back to my apartment for some reason. there aren't enough fluffy, cute things around here.
i'm getting old and soft. i'm never going to friended on facebook by megatron and starscream at this rate.
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