Yesterday I Bought a Sketchbook
Last night I saw Jonathan Coulton at the Iron Horse. What a great dude. The opening act, Paul and Storm, was also fun. I sat at a teeny tiny one-person table and drank a really dark really excellent local beer and the waitress didn’t even ask for my I.D. (which either means I look cool or just old). And afterwards I ate a burrito and checked out a new comics anthology from the Smith library.
But then I noticed my throat and ears were starting to hurt. And by midnight they were really hurting. It felt like someone rammed a giant dick down them. My throat and ears both. I had thought I was gonna do fun things last night, and Semple texted me and was all “I’m gonna finish this paper and then we’ll get mad drunk, yo!” But he’s a 1) procrastinator, 2) chronic masturbator, and 3) shitty friend, so he didn’t finish the paper, and instead he and and a male friend stayed up in the kitchen all night working on papers and eating Nutella. I slept for 10 hours and woke up still sick. Now I am in the library and here is what I just wrote to my sister:
“Your status says you’re having the greatest Monday known to mankind, but I hope that by now it’s the greatest FRIDAY. Mine is actually not so great, ’cause I’m kinda sick, but I read like five comic books this morning and they were cool and had really good art. And then I was like, fuck, I should walk to the library and return some of these books. But I didn’t want to change out of my pajamas, so I just added a minskirt and combat books to my ensemble and left the mod. And then I stopped by the post office and got a package in the mail from mom, and I was excited so I opened it up in the library, but mom had stuck tons of TAMPONS in it (mom. why.), and they just started falling out all over the place, and I had to keep scooping them up and hiding them in my backpack. But now I’m sitting here eating a giant greasy vegan cookie and writing to you, so I guess that despite being sick it’s still a pretty good Friday. I miss you, woman.”
Oh man—it’s SPX weekend, but the Hampshire trip apparently fell apart. I wasn’t planning on going anyway, but I feel bad for the peeps who were excited about it. My dad’s visiting me this Saturday, though, and he’s a cool dad. He sent me this Lisa Hannigan song the other day—his band’s gonna cover it.
Since when did this website become an all-out journal blog? We’re gonna have to put a stop to that real soon, I’m tellin ya.
September 26th, 2009 at 1:28 pm
Chris? A bad student? I HAD NO IDEA.
Ask him if he ever actually passed his game course.
September 26th, 2009 at 1:28 pm
Wow, that came out way meaner than I meant it to be.
September 27th, 2009 at 2:20 pm
The comic for today reminds me of one of those ultra-classy webcomics, like A Softer World.
Queries:
1. Do you like Pictures for Sad Children?
2. Have you read Y: The Last Man?
September 27th, 2009 at 11:45 pm
I myself spent Thursday having a migraine headache, then the rest of the weekend doing the stuff I should have done Thursday night while actually being distracted by the going-ons of mod 16, such that it took me all weekend instead of just Thursday night. My pain did not feel like anything related to giant cocks though. My question to you is: did you mean three giant cocks, one for each orifice, or that someone had shoved said cock in each, but not left it in? I ask not out of interest in semantics, but because each situation would describe a different kind of pain.
But yeah, you could journal less and tell more things in person. Except I myself am lazy and on crazy sleep cycles. So I’m prepped to be at least as shitty of a friend as Chris.
September 28th, 2009 at 5:32 am
I really fucking like this strip.
September 28th, 2009 at 2:12 pm
This is perhaps a shitty strip on which to comment on mistypes, but the image of changing into combat BOOKs is marvellous. Of course, you’d want your heaviest books with you in combat. Cross me, will you? Prepare for my CRIME AND PUNISHMENT! What’s the INFINITE JEST? Up your ass, that’s what! And now I will finish you, OLD TESTAMENT style!!!
Feel better, Athena!
October 4th, 2009 at 5:15 pm
Dylan: Game course? Oh, you mean the independent study that he designed himself, which involved playing video games and writing a couple papers about them? No, he never finished that.
Casey: Thank you! I can be classy without even using photographs! I do indeed enjoy Pictures for Sad Children. I have only read the first issue of Y, but I enjoyed that as well. I should check out the rest from our library sometime soon.
Ben: Yes!
Elizabeth: Oh nooooo, I aspire to such high grammar standards! However, if I’m going to fail, I’m glad you can at least make wordplay of it.