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jackshoegazer) wrote2006-03-10 12:42 pm
jackshoegazer) wrote2006-03-10 12:42 pm
The barber can give you a haircut, the carpenter can take you out to lunch.
I am back in Watertown for the first time in a week. I missed my kitties and they missed me. I missed Ethan as well, and I'll be picking him up from school in a couple hours. In the meantime, I thought I'd get caught up on LiveJournal and play some guitar.
Well, I haven't really read my friend's page all week because I rarely have a lot of free time when I'm in Madison. I went back about two days and then Firefox started acting all kerflunky, so I've given up for now. And I'm getting a weird error when I try to reply to comments from the notification e-mail. Weird. Anyhoo, in case I don't dive back into the re-attempt to read all your journals, feel free to comment with links to entries you think I might be particularly interested in, or you want comments on, or you know, any other reason.
The guitar playing is going good. Except when I'm typing.
Today I couldn't find my belt and Jacquelyn said that guys can't find things because they're hunters, as opposed to women, who are gatherers. I said she was right and if it was running across the bedroom, I'd sure be able to spear the damned thing. It was funny. But not quite as funny as when I was playing, chasing the wee kitty, Eris Apropos, and I dove off the bed to get her and as I slid off the bed, my boxers stayed on the bed. Uh yeah, I guess you had to be there.
I think I'm going to splurge some money I really shouldn't and buy Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire on DVD.
I updated the titles of my journal and my profile information.
A letter from the University of Wisconsin arrived informing me that they have received my application and all relevant materials, i.e., transcripts and such, and that I should expect a letter in four to six weeks notifying me if I will be returning to an official academic life or forever doomed to, um whatever the other option is.
If I don't get into school, I think I might drop my hours at work as much as I can and dedicate myself to writing a novel, probably one of my Jack Shoegazer books. I also put in my request for a schedule change effective May 1st. If everything works out, I will be going back to a day schedule. No more sleepless days and purple valises under my eyes. I might even get some color this summer.
Ah, that's the life.
Well, I haven't really read my friend's page all week because I rarely have a lot of free time when I'm in Madison. I went back about two days and then Firefox started acting all kerflunky, so I've given up for now. And I'm getting a weird error when I try to reply to comments from the notification e-mail. Weird. Anyhoo, in case I don't dive back into the re-attempt to read all your journals, feel free to comment with links to entries you think I might be particularly interested in, or you want comments on, or you know, any other reason.
The guitar playing is going good. Except when I'm typing.
Today I couldn't find my belt and Jacquelyn said that guys can't find things because they're hunters, as opposed to women, who are gatherers. I said she was right and if it was running across the bedroom, I'd sure be able to spear the damned thing. It was funny. But not quite as funny as when I was playing, chasing the wee kitty, Eris Apropos, and I dove off the bed to get her and as I slid off the bed, my boxers stayed on the bed. Uh yeah, I guess you had to be there.
I think I'm going to splurge some money I really shouldn't and buy Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire on DVD.
I updated the titles of my journal and my profile information.
A letter from the University of Wisconsin arrived informing me that they have received my application and all relevant materials, i.e., transcripts and such, and that I should expect a letter in four to six weeks notifying me if I will be returning to an official academic life or forever doomed to, um whatever the other option is.
If I don't get into school, I think I might drop my hours at work as much as I can and dedicate myself to writing a novel, probably one of my Jack Shoegazer books. I also put in my request for a schedule change effective May 1st. If everything works out, I will be going back to a day schedule. No more sleepless days and purple valises under my eyes. I might even get some color this summer.
Waiter: What can I get you, sir?
Me: A tan, hold the cancer.
Waiter: Right away, sir.
Me: A tan, hold the cancer.
Waiter: Right away, sir.
Ah, that's the life.