dear xanga community,
an idea that my roommate and i have been toying with for a while is the idea of having a xanga party, inviting all the members of North Park, Schmorth Park to an actual party; we could each wear name tags of our xanga names (i.e. mine woulr read “Hello, my name is Wittyusername1”).
I think that this would be a fun gathering because you could openly talk with all the people you don’t really know, but feel like you know because you read their xanga site; we all the awkward situation of refering to something that a casual acquaintance had posted, only to be forced to confess that you are subscribed to their site. This get-together would eliminate all awkwardness. and what cooler (or creepier) than actually meeting your internet friends.
Tell us what you think!
it is always humbling working at the underground. i am writing an essay about paul and his missionary work, and i am unable to share anything with the jr. high kids. somehow, that doesn’t seem right….
i have come to the conclusion that i do not have tourettes syndrome. either that, i have the first contagious case and i have already infected a good deal of sohlberg. it is a long and hilarious story.
things i day-dream about:
Colorado and the Rocky Mountains
bike trips with the brother
housing next year
what do you day-dream about?
This is a formal announcement that from this wednesday and hence forth until the end of the semester, at 10pm in sohlberg is offically board game night. Come on people, lets make this happen. BYOBG -bring your own board game.
an ode to brotherhood:
what would life be without thee?
many meals would be less free,
i will be never know, how lucky i be
no in whom to confide
playing games, cherry pie,
harlem shakin’ the slurpees to the sky
cruisin’ in our car,
both near and far
we are really quite bizarre
your sleep patterns crazy
and you are sometimes lazy
this is hard to rhyme, i too am lazy.
i love you all the more,
you are not which i abhor,
rather, you are the one that i adore.
band-aiding my skinned knee
listening to your little brother’s pleas
always lending me your keys
it is truly great living with you
when we are happy and blue
or listening to blink 182
the summer apart was hard
hopefully we are not left scarred
but it hurt when you called me a retard
sorry about that last one
these rhymes are getting less fun
you were always the favorite son
to summarize this ode,
into xanga bestowed,
forever etched in binary code.
i am glad to be your brother
i could not imagine another
without you i would never recover.
Some recently added words to my vocaulary.
- A vague feeling of bodily discomfort, as at the beginning of an illness.
- A general sense of depression or unease
philology: Literary study or classical scholarship
ostensive: Seeming or professed; ostensible
- The art of public speaking in which gesture, vocal production, and delivery are emphasized.
- A style or manner of speaking, especially in public.
- Abusively detractive language or utterance; calumny: “I have had enough obloquy for one lifetime” (Anthony Eden).
- The condition of disgrace suffered as a result of abuse or vilification; ill repute.
- To free from slavery or bondage; emancipate.
pogrom: An organized, often officially encouraged massacre or persecution of a minority group, especially one conducted against Jews
- A scarce supply; a lack: “the dearth of uncensored, firsthand information about the war” (Richard Zoglin).
- Shortage of food; famine
- Inspiring awe or admiration; majestic
- Venerable for reasons of age or high rank
patronymic: Of, relating to, or derived from the name of one’s father or a paternal ancestor.
alleluia for awkward phone calls.
It is going to be a good day.
well. let me sum of the weekend with two word statements.