so i's been wonderin...

does anyone else digg party in the usa?

just sayin...

BANG BANG There's a knock at the door!

For you carl, cause i feel like you find heroin addicts funny, too.

The next post is gonna be post # 666, funky. I love anarbor, best band ever. hottest drummer ever lol, almost as hot as the bassist of T13C. today, i was perusing the blog and i was thinking how our banner used to say "Wow we're high school kids now, when did that happen?!" I can't help but wonder what it's gonna say in a few years...wives, scientists, rock stars, generals, photographers, engineers, bartenders-that one is mine by the by, moms (hot moms of course!). It's crazy y'all, we are getting old!!! i finally got an mp3 player, i love it! i also love walking around campus and seeing peoples whom i know.

~wonky CoMMa

shop therapy

i bought $95 worth of underwear at victoria's secret today for $25. i've never owned anything from victoria's secret. the manual says that lingerie makes you feel sexier, and therefore more confident. interesting theory, i thought. anyways, i also bought ginger ale from target. i learned i like ginger ale. ~bj

No big deal or anything...

Chris, this is for you, for making me sound cool.

As you probably saw on Facebook today I figured out that Vladimir Nabokov wrote Lolita while he was a prof at Cornell and he almost burned the manuscript in his backyard in Collegetown (which would have changed literary history). The article is actually pretty cool even if you don't get the stuff about Ithaca: http://www.zwire.com/site/news.cfm?newsid=15632264&BRD=1395&PAG=461&dept_id=216620&rfi=6
Chistopher Reeve was a Cornell grad too. It makes sense, you pretty much need to be superman to make it up 60 degree inclines, survive SWINE epidemics, and pull a 2.0 at Cornell.
Of course you know about Bill Nye being a grad and prof here. I'm going to pee my pants when I see him.
Thomas Pynchon is also a Cornell grad but you've probably never heard of him. I'm reading his book Gravity's Rainbow right now because a Facebook quiz told me it represented me. If you like sci-fi, anti-utopian novels, rockets, bombs, octopuses, sex, rooftop banana gardens, and a complete disregard for the plot, you would love it. I know I do.
So I decided that I'm not going to feel bad about not being as awesome as all the smarty pantses here that are already in multivariable calc as freshman, because when they were my age those snooty bitches were in high school.
CARL

tired of the weather

(678): All she gave me for breakfast was raw toast. How can she expect me to eat raw toast?
(404): You mean bread?

I think the reason I find some of these so funny is because I can very easily imagine it being one of our conversations. One of our sober, normal conversations. And that makes me laugh. A lot.

So I was stressin' and everything yesterday about not being able to have my cake and eat it too but then I talked to my sister on Skype and now I found a way to steal second base and keep one foot on first. I'm going to go to the ropes training course weekend, but I'm still going to work. I'm going to have a job but not miss out on fun opportunities. Just because I'm wearin that McD's visor doesn't mean I can't do all the things I came to college to do. Thank you Valerie for having a reckless side that corresponds directly with my own.

Chris (i don't think anyone has any idea what i'm talking about but i had to get it out there) Mo

If I was a lesbian the Wonky Comma would be my soulmate; apparently

I had a dream that Charlie and I were going to get married in like a week and I freaked out. Not because I was marrying Charlie (strangely enough) but because I am going to be here for four years and then deploy for four more. The only way I can forsee getting preganant at this point is if Jesus comes back. Remember how I said that Lea and Charlie are just alike? We'll obviously there are some differences. In fact for opposite reasons Lea is just like this Facebook friend that I just turned into a real life friend. We met in a dining hall for dinner and then jammed for like 4 hours Saturday night. Now before you think I'm a creepo for meeting up with a Facebookemon listen here: he loves Death Cab for Cutie (and plays many of their songs), has never been drunk, refuses to consume aspertame or anything cooked in a microwave, and does this weird Japanese stick-fighting sport (I don't remember the name). Anyway he is really sweet, and shy, and funny, and seems like someone you would like too.

CARL

Should I be bob marley for haloween?

So, me and Lea rock at Peggle. Its this video game. We beat a bunch of frat boys who spend a large amount of time playing it. Coolio. I just got tired of that post being up. Whats new in your lives? Are any of you married or pregnant? (my mom asked me that the last time I was on the phone with her. I wonder if she seriously expects one or the other...) Anyways, bethany, whats it like to be in a relationship for a year? We need to have our september girl date.

K.D.

So today in my intro to engineering class...

I showed up late because I am the dumb kid who didn't read the paper telling me where to go correctly :( I was quite sweaty from being lost for so long outside in the hot. But, I was late with this kid who's bike broke, so that was cool. Being late with someone is better than being late alone. Except his legs were way longer than mine, so I had to like, half jog to keep up with him. Then I walked with him after class, so now my thighs hurt from over stretching to keep up with long legged Kris. Anyways, the teacher was an Indian guy who told me about materials and aerospace engineering, or something like that. Bottom line: he didn't talk about rocket ships enough. Other than that he was pretty cool. Plus he was department head, not some T.A. who's a 5th year senior. I liked the authority, but wished that there was a bit more student perspective. But he was funny and I really enjoyed his accent, so that was awesome. Then I went inside a room where noise didn't reflect off most of the walls. That was really cool. Apparently there are only like 3 of those in the U.S. But to me it mostly looked like a bunch of bed foam made into walls. I guess it prolly was a little more sophisticated than that. Although I am still not sure. Anyways, I want to work at NASA and build rocket ships. Maybe. Or I would like to work on cold fusion. Or possibly become a boat engineer/builder and live in the keys. My dad would like that last option. So would I, I suppose. Although if I love my vocabulary class enough I might become a linguistics/classics major and spent all of my days knowing too many languages and not doing anything useful for society except teaching other people things that are useless to society. Why can't I just major in eating chocolate and loving Rise Against?

On a different note. Lea and me are going to SO MANY CONCERTS!!!!! We're goin to All-American Rejects/Taking Back Sunday, The Almost/This Providence, Silversun Pickups, Paramore, and prolly next big thing if 97X ever announces who's playing. Hopefully Rise Against will be there. I have a probably unhealthy love for all things Rise Against. And Tim McIlrath. That one's really unhealthy.

Finally, the gators about to stomp Tennessee, and for once I don't have to taunt Bethany about it, but rather I can share the joy which is Urban Myer/Tim Tebow with her. What a lovely day.

K.D.

P.S. Bethany, you must come see the apartment since we painted. It is like a new apartment. Friday I'm thinkin about going to the soccer game since we play FSU. Holla if you wanna come if I'm goin.

My Dad did this:

It's pretty awesome. It reminds me of me.

CARL

NewNewNewNewNewNewNew. Post.

I met him down by the bay,
he said life is a stranger
that won't go away.

He took me by surprise,
and I felt for the first time,
what its like to be alive

I’m a soldier,
but I don’t know how to fight.
I’m your best friend
but I’m scared to see you tonight.
I’m the darkness,
but I want to be the light.
oh how I want to be,
oh how I want to be.

I met him down by the sea,
said I look like someone he knew.
I said I don’t know anyone,
so how could I possibly know you?

He touched my hand ,
finally I understand
what it means to be here with you.