obama, yo mama February 6, 2008

Annie and I are watching the Super Tuesday business on TV and having intellectual discussions, which is super exciting. Taylor was also here discussing, but he’s not now.

Also we are eating far too many cookies.

Also I am looking at pictures of my cousin’s gorgeous baby:

 

I want him.

Sadly, the night is not going as well as it should be, for I have a Spanish test in the morning and the air-conditioning in our dorm is broken. (For those of you who aren’t in the benighted South, yes it’s February, but it’s also 75 degrees and thick as pea soup.)

You know, there are only so many layers of clothing one can take off.

it doesn’t come by the bullet. December 17, 2007

I never thought I would be so overjoyed with an afternoon spent watching the National Geographic channel and listening to Lance snore.

I feel like I’ve gotten my life back. Thank God. I’ve never been so happy to end a semester. I mean, I’ve been more relieved than this before, but never in this excellent a mood about it.

The awkward side of this, though, as Mary has so kindly reminded me just now, is that she and I are now seniors by course hours, even though we’ll still graduate 3 semesters from now as scheduled. Eeep… “senior.”

My Facebook wall is being stalked by this pitiful guy I went to school with. I remember hating him for his misogynistic ways back in the fourth grade, and now I can’t get the bugger to leave me alone. But isn’t it always those guys you can just glance at and go, “yup. future accountant” that have these secret things for dirty commie peacenik girls? I guess when your life is defined by your politics, the “bad girls” in your dreams aren’t hookers, just liberals…

Tuesday. Lance and I will take care of my cousin’s gorgeous & brilliant baby all day.

And then we will go sniff the diaper pail for half an hour or so to remind us that no, we really don’t want any of our own for another ten years or so.  Because really, this baby is so freakin’ amazing that it’s gonna take that to keep us from trying to smuggle him home. The only sad thing about it is that I know no baby that comes out of me is gonna be this pretty, because Lance and I are too white.