the end of days

With each passing second I'm getting closer to the end of my semester. thus, I have little time to do anything but the papers I'm working on. Hopefully I can spend some time helping xtina move into the new apartment. I'm getting burned out on all the presidential rhetoric because, quite frankly, I don't know what to do. I wish I had time to devise a plan. like a snail I've got to formulate a plot.

emails, mice

so i'm getting a barrage of emails all pertaining to my commencement. The problem is that I wasn't able to check my email this weekend and it's full of discussion I've missed out on all wanting to know where I've been and what I plan to do. I don't know what to do and I'm so busy with end-of-semester schoolwork to do. also, the mice are back.

death count: 5

dead mice, bush

In a surprising turn of events, the mouse genocide has come to a cease at a death count of three. I thought there were perhaps dozens of mice judging by the sheer volume of rodent feces in our cupboards and the fact that everthing in the cupboard not enclosed in a metal or plastic container has been consumed. So, rather than dozens of mice, it appears that we simply had three extremely aggressively persistant mice. We'll see if any more corps' turn up.

In a related matter, it was released yestarday that president bush will be giving the address at my forthcoming commencement. My reaction when I was told: a disbelieving and disgusted "jesus christ." I'm now walking around campus with my head down in my usual defeated fashion that hasn't been "sported" since november. I'm not sure what I'm going to do about this, I'm sure I wont do anything but I'm open to suggestions. This is such a kick in the face to the diverse opinions of those at my college. The last thing I want my degree to be related to is the christian right. Calvin can do much better than to be associated with the countless of conservative "colleges" across the country that don't really teach but rather dogmatically indoctrinate. I think calvin deserves much more credit than that. "Happy Gradgiation"

But on a positive note, I countered the groin-kickingly painful news by buying tickets to my annual rufus wainwright show. This particular one co-headlined with ben folds. Jessie, I'm sure you're as excited as I am, this roadtrip is going to kick ass. www.ravinia.org

snap! add to the death count

It appears as though blogger is messed up again so I hope this works. Last night I went to m'gans with nick and jon. I had a good time but it's those decisions I make on a whim that end up carrying the most weight on my lethargic psyche the following day. I don't have much to say; I'm ending the semester so I finally have my planner updated so I know what I have to do by when. We have finally decided to do something about our mouse problem. I have to admit that it really hasn't bothered me as much as I thought it would. I guess what does bother me is the dead mice laying around, neck snapped in one swoop of a cheaply-made wood and metal trap. and how immediately after a mouse is found dead the trap is set again with the same food for one of it's relatives to meet their respective fate. Then again, if you substitute beer for a smidgin of peanut butter, I would sadly probably do the same thing.

dead mouse count: 3

today

today i woke up curiously tired. I got enough sleep; I'm blaming the moosehead. I'm not sure what my weekend has in store for me. I wish x-tina wasn't so busy. The mice in our house are no longer afraid of me. I can sit and read a book and they'll go about their business just as if I wasn't there. I'm going to start charging them rent. Nick said he'll buy mousetraps. Last night I went to the garage. Threw some good darts. Now that my week of unending tests is up, I'm debating whether I should work on papers that are due in three weeks or allow myself to relax. I'll most likely choose the the latter.

adult toy blinking bright, rain or snow in sight

The other day I was watching tv as I frequently do and I noticed a curiously odd mascot for one of our local tv stations. His name is "blinkie, the weatherball mascot" and I'm not sure what he looks like to the marketing department of this local station, but I do know what he looks like to me. Tell me what you think. Mandy, how could you let this happen?

forgetting and not forgetting

It's been a while since I posted here. I see you've continued to read it nonetheless. Today I'm searching for enjoyment, a brief diversion from all the things on which I should keep my mind. Career, Apartment, School, Marriage. Monday I decided to drop everything I had and drive to holland. I met Peter at his parent's house and finally saw the infamous "parent's basement." We went to downtown holland and discussed a brilliant city plan to make the sun shine on both sides of eighth street - the summer equivalent to heated sidewalks. We ran into fatty who was working the beat on the street. I wish I had that job, there are very few jobs that appeal to me. We went to the kurrach and I remembered why I don't pass the afternoon at a bar. I promptly drove to work and although it felt good to get out of the city for the day it didn't take long for me to understand it didn't solve my problems. Only I can do that.

friday

It's April already. Last night Peter came by and suggested a short expedition to Mulligans. Three pitchers and two hours later I left and went to bed. I honestly didn't intend to spend so much time at the bar this week. things happened, mistakes were made. Oh well, I feel fine today, dispite the lack of sleep and I'm looking forward to what should be a good Sufjan Stevens concert tonight. Also on the agenda for the evening: secular christmas on hall street. "Secular Christmas?" you say? Yes, secular christmas, a party consisting of my favorite jew wearing his trademark santa suit for his birthday.