Louder, Louder, And We'll Run For Our Lives


Jenny cartwheels a mean drunk cartwheel.








We fight a mean drunk fight.







We laugh a mean drunk joke. Drunk joke, haaaa. I think we were laughing about how much like a dandyfop pirate Keith looks.







Baaahstin gloams a mean twilight. I shouted, "Hey lookit! Boaters!" at the people in the boat before touristically snapping a billion photos of them without consent. I am going to sell this picture postcard to the City of Baaahstin and make a nice tidy profit.







Jenny and Keith scowl a mean cold evening constitutional scowl.







Baaahstin coaxes a mean sunset for the only night I had my camera on me.







Keith cartwheels a mean into-the-camera drunk cartwheel.







Liz cartwheels a mean drunk cartwheel whilst in stits (anyone else watch australia's next top model? they call stilettos stits)

I hiked my dumb ass all the way to the housing office today to pay rent before I noticed the check had fallen out of my back pocket somewhere along the way. I frantically retraced my steps all the way home. Ran into a jolly fat maintenance man who informed me that he had found it and turned it in to my apt office. Was grateful then irate once Jolly Fat Fat informed me that he had watched it fall out of my pocket as I walked past him the first time, but "couldn't" get my attention because I had my iPod headphones on. Wtf, Jolly Fat Fat. Couldn't Jolly Two Step or Jolly Hippety Hop or Jolly Jog Your Ass a couple steps to catch me? Wow, thanks a jolly fat lot.

I have two iPods. One is for the gym only, it is pink and old-fashioned and has the crappy non-color screen. The other is my nice, fancy pants one that I use all the rest of the time. Today my pink gym iPod gave me a Sad Mac face and died! That was traumatic, but since I won't take the nice one to the gym it leaves me no choice but to run out and get myself a twee kicky shuffle so I can go to the gym tonight.

I am telling you all this because I know from the pile of steaming shit I'm reading for The Big D, as I will now be addressing it, that writing to get things out is good, but writing them with the intent of expressing your emotions is way better, and associated with all kinds of great health/mental outcomes. I encourage all of you to start Getting It Out more. That's what the Remorseless Blog II: The Secret Of The Ooze (hahahahahaha) is for, after all. I can't overemphasize the utility of dealing with things in this particular way. Or just squelch it, whatev. teeheeeeee xoxoxoxo

What Divine Intelligence

Back from Boston. Whew, that was a bunch of fun all crammed into not that much time. I drank more than the entire rest of my adult life combined, but it was totally fun.
See? I look like a retarded muppet when I'm drinking. I also have photos of each of us doing drunk cartwheels on a random street near jenny's house as we stumbled home from bar #576.


ahahaha. it was totally fun except sometimes i was cold. The show was rad, Jenny is rad, Keith is rad. Raedy is rad. I miss everyone already and that's not rad.

Anyway, I'm back. thought I would feel like typing more but I'm bored. Later.

If What They Say Is True, You're A Boy And I'm A Girl

1. My "teaching" experience this quarter has been diverse to say the least. My class had their final yesterday and then I sat for three straight hours grading short answers. It is really amusing to see the terms people conjure when they are desperately grasping at straws. I held a review session for this final last Friday and almost stroked out during it because I glanced down at my papers for a second, looked back up and made eye contact with this sk8erboi kid right as he turned to his friend and mimed putting a gun to his head and pulling the trigger while rolling his eyes. My mouth dropped open, and I stared him down until he turned bright red and shifted to hide behind the girl sitting in front of him. I almost, almost got up on my pulpit and started screaming about the totally un-mandatory nature of the review and how he could march his smug flat ass out of my G.D. class if it was so G. D. boring and unhelpful. In hindsight I wish I would have flipped out all crazy like and started screaming, but I just murdered him with my smoldery intense glare-bear stare instead. I was totally rattled by that kid. Then at the end of the review this girl came up to me and was all, "you were the BEST tee ay out of all of them and this was really helpful and thanks." Which should have made it all better but didn't quite.

What did make it all better was A. while proctoring the final yesterday, I sought out Mister Rude Gesture and positioned myself just in his peripheral vision (you know that spot where you TOTALLY know someone is there but if you keep turning around to look, the tee ay will bust you for cheating off your neighbor's paper? yeah) and sent him Evil Thoughts so I'm confident he failed the class, and B. I got an email from a random dude in that class this morning about my lecture from earlier in the quarter, in which he said it was the best lecshur of the entire class and that my jokes were actually funny, which surprised him because all his professors try to make jokes in their lectures and the joke "ALWAYS bomb." That tickled me. I totally thought I was being hilarious but how validating. So I am 1.) the best tee ay in the class 2.) the best lecturer from the quarter but 3.) so fucking boring and unhelpful and stupid that I make these evil turd people want to blow their brains out with imaginary guns.

How do I reconcile these diverse opinions? Hmmmm.

2. I know, right, where are the cool brain photos of JD? I am working on them now. You see, dear readers, the class paper isn't due until tomorrow so there was no way in hell I was going to start doing the labor-intensive work creating the magnificence you all want to see until the Last Possible Second. So maybe later today you will have those gems to look at? We'll see. I can tell you now (again) that it looks fucking COOL and you will just shit your pants with delight when I do post them.

3. I'm going to Boston thursday morning and that is going to be fucking awesome. I'm supposedly going to attend a conference, but there is a very large chance that I will blow it off, not register for it, and just hang out with Jenny instead. For the most part. I mean, I'll go and shit, but since I'm not presenting anything I just do not care. But that's not until next week. This week Jenny and Keith and I are going to see the Decemberists, yay!! So excited they are fucking great live. I'm not excited about the weather. I'm cold all the time here and it's 70 degrees.

4. What else? I am so very interesting but also so busy. I have been doing those crestwhitestrips, but i find myself almost always drinking coffee while I do them. does that cancel it out? i have also fallen in love with brown eyeliner, and decided that from now on jd and i are living on a Budget. Also JD is kind of going back to school starting in april for this crazy databse thing that means he has a real genuine career ahead of him, and that's rad. also he is so adored at work and internationally it's almost too much to stand. i am so glad he's getting all the recognition for being awesome that he deserves for working so hard and i'm also glad he's such a grownup sometimes. There are, seriously, several countries climbing over one another to woo him into working for their organizations when his stupid bitch wife finishes her phd. teeeeeheeee. i'm such a liability, he can't go anywhere until i am alllll done here.

5. i just mis-specified part of my brain photo model i'm running by telling it that each round of photos took 2000 seconds rather than 2 seconds to collect. I'm so fucking retarded! I thought it was in milliseconds! No wonder I had a problem with that model! yuck yuck yuck.

Ok back to work. LOVE YOU GUYS