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May. 16th, 2002 02:13 pmman, i have so much to pack.
so so so much.
this weekend i'm getting rid of all my plants (my mom is taking them)-- that's more plants than she realizes, i know... i hope they all make it ok.
i'm trying to decide whether i should pack stuff I'll need first or last. First means it's all sure to be organized. But. Sheesh, I don't know.
I think I'll clean off the porch, throw out whatever's there, and start assembling boxes of my stuff there.
hm, there are things i own that i don't want my parents to see... i wonder where i should pack those... always tricky.
computer stuff packed last; i'll take that in my own car.
no, i know i'll want to reserve too much stuff to go in my car.
well. that's a hazard i'll have to take. might want to pack my car first.
hmm....
so spent yesterday doing english department things. the english department is CRAZY. All of them.
I've got a bunch of photos; i'll post some later. Funny stuff. Prof. Peck ran into Lake Ontario with all his clothes on, including shoes, just as usual... insanity.
Stopped by fencing practice to drop off Pat's #*(&%#*@!! stuff... "here, drop this off at UR, can you?" three foils, two jackets, three lames, an underarm protector, knickers, a mask... heavy!!
Miss Elgin gleefully announced a going-away party for a certain departing Eli McGinty-- she wants a copy of this photo I took to put on top of a cake.::
Then went to prof. Hahn's, where much hilarity ensued. (among the items discussed: http://www.psychoexgirlfriend.com :thanks to Jen) Good class, that honors seminar. And the chair of the English Dep't, who cohabitates with Hahn, told several amusing stories, including on that involved her mocking a reading of biker poetry containing the line "oh fuck me fuck me fuck me fuck me"... right as three students came in the door, having missed the entire rest of the story. They stood immobile and blinking for a few moments...
then moved on towards the wine table, rapidly.
I got home after dark, but before the hockey game... and something really weird happened... but i'll talk about that in a bit. the game was great-- game 7 of the Avs/Sharks series. I missed the first period because I was upstairs in my room, blinking with shock as i uploaded the digital pics from the english dep't picnic/events. But I came down in time to see Forsberg's lone goal. Forsberg is cool. The best part, I think, was the interview at the end, where they talked to him, and I realized I'd never heard his voice. It was a lot higher than I thought, and very Swedish-- he sounded slightly Minnesotan. He actually said the word "wictory"...
as you may guess the Avs won, a 1-0 shutout, that was as brutal as the Avs get. Teemu Salanne damn near broke Forsberg's left hand with his stick, on purpose; Foote and Nolan got in a fistfight, etc. It was entertaining.
Interestingly, the only time I've ever seen the Avs coach smile was tonight, after the Sharks had made several uncalled dirty hits on his players and the Denver crowd was booing lustily; they showed the Avs coach (whose name eludes me) standing with his arms folded and the tiniest smile on his face.
Now I know why he doesn't smile; he just looked so evil.
( the weird thing )
so so so much.
this weekend i'm getting rid of all my plants (my mom is taking them)-- that's more plants than she realizes, i know... i hope they all make it ok.
i'm trying to decide whether i should pack stuff I'll need first or last. First means it's all sure to be organized. But. Sheesh, I don't know.
I think I'll clean off the porch, throw out whatever's there, and start assembling boxes of my stuff there.
hm, there are things i own that i don't want my parents to see... i wonder where i should pack those... always tricky.
computer stuff packed last; i'll take that in my own car.
no, i know i'll want to reserve too much stuff to go in my car.
well. that's a hazard i'll have to take. might want to pack my car first.
hmm....
so spent yesterday doing english department things. the english department is CRAZY. All of them.
I've got a bunch of photos; i'll post some later. Funny stuff. Prof. Peck ran into Lake Ontario with all his clothes on, including shoes, just as usual... insanity.
Stopped by fencing practice to drop off Pat's #*(&%#*@!! stuff... "here, drop this off at UR, can you?" three foils, two jackets, three lames, an underarm protector, knickers, a mask... heavy!!
Miss Elgin gleefully announced a going-away party for a certain departing Eli McGinty-- she wants a copy of this photo I took to put on top of a cake.::
Then went to prof. Hahn's, where much hilarity ensued. (among the items discussed: http://www.psychoexgirlfriend.com :thanks to Jen) Good class, that honors seminar. And the chair of the English Dep't, who cohabitates with Hahn, told several amusing stories, including on that involved her mocking a reading of biker poetry containing the line "oh fuck me fuck me fuck me fuck me"... right as three students came in the door, having missed the entire rest of the story. They stood immobile and blinking for a few moments...
then moved on towards the wine table, rapidly.
I got home after dark, but before the hockey game... and something really weird happened... but i'll talk about that in a bit. the game was great-- game 7 of the Avs/Sharks series. I missed the first period because I was upstairs in my room, blinking with shock as i uploaded the digital pics from the english dep't picnic/events. But I came down in time to see Forsberg's lone goal. Forsberg is cool. The best part, I think, was the interview at the end, where they talked to him, and I realized I'd never heard his voice. It was a lot higher than I thought, and very Swedish-- he sounded slightly Minnesotan. He actually said the word "wictory"...
as you may guess the Avs won, a 1-0 shutout, that was as brutal as the Avs get. Teemu Salanne damn near broke Forsberg's left hand with his stick, on purpose; Foote and Nolan got in a fistfight, etc. It was entertaining.
Interestingly, the only time I've ever seen the Avs coach smile was tonight, after the Sharks had made several uncalled dirty hits on his players and the Denver crowd was booing lustily; they showed the Avs coach (whose name eludes me) standing with his arms folded and the tiniest smile on his face.
Now I know why he doesn't smile; he just looked so evil.
( the weird thing )
