Jul 29 2004
things i feel like telling you, presented in my own personal favorite form — the five-item numbered list
1. I now have archives! Just 2004, from January through the present, but that’s good enough for now. The rest will be forthcoming in a not so timely, probably haphazard manner. Cheers.
2. Okay, seriously, don’t even try to convince me that there is a better ice cream flavor on earth than superman, because you’d just fail miserably, and I like to keep people from feeling like worthless failures if I can. The taste of the ice cream does leave me wondering, however, who first licked Superman and found him to be both vanilla and vaguely fruity?
3. Do you ever just spend a long time thinking really hard about something only to stop and have no idea what you were thinking about with such concentration that you were scowling and everything? Or is that just me?
4. I think I have a latent case of SARS. It’s not that I can’t feel how utterly displeased with me my respiratory system is, but I have yet to feel like I’m absolutely going to die at any given moment. Of course, I probably just jinxed myself by saying that and will be a pathetic, coughing, sneezing mess by noon, but it’s weird. Where my illness at, yo? I know it’s coming, and I just wish we could get this over with already, however, I have this suspicion that we’re just going to have to dance around the issue until next Tuesday, when I am scheduled to attend an all-day conference on service-learning, and will have to spend considerable portions of the day driving and getting hopelessly lost in Grand Rapids. Bet you a dollar.
5. Well, I’ve gotta tell ya, it’s been a lovely summer so far, but the fact that it is currently July 29th has made me realize that I will be dressed in multiple layers and cursing my geographical location before I know it. So, it’s time to take action. Yes, I’ve decided that once my AmeriCorps term is over, I’m not going to go to graduate school, but will instead move to Uruguay. You may ask, “why Uruguay?” but I think that’s the wrong question. The right question, of course, is, “Don’t you think you’d be more likely to meet a gaucho in Argentina?” To which I would reply, “Most likely, yes.”
