As if Mary couldn't comment from Chicago. I mean, I'm sure you could just call her to get up-to-date on her life.
As for mine, I'm behind in everything and am computer-less. Basically my roommate told me I could borrow hers, but I only use it, and quite sneakily, when she isn't around because it would bug me if the situation was reversed. Also, I don't think she'll be too thrilled Mary and Mom brought my tv, but we'll see.
Rush is okay. I'm not much of a bonder. Mostly everyone else has already done the bonding and I just sort of wander around. Sometimes, if I'm not making ice cubes or serving drinks, I get to play sudoku while hiding in the third floor hallway. Too bad they treat me just like they treat Mary.
I'm not in a very good mood right now, so I'm just going to go. But Mary was sick of looking at the other blog.
Mom and Dad can look out for mail, but Dad's might take longer. I forgot his address so I just sort of made one up with a lot of 3s in it.
Peace out.
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well, let's play the glad game. you can be glad that it's not 100 degrees and you live in norman, oklahoma. you can be glad that you aren't the one hoofing all over campus visiting the houses faking like you want to get in. you can be glad that the marathon is in less than two months. you can be glad you don't have to prepare a year's worth of american literature curriculum. have you thought about how boring american literature really is? if i'm the teacher and don't like it, we're in trouble. maybe i'll try and show a lot of movies. we've had some really nice days here so i haven't gotten any planning done. i guess you can call it procrastination. matt leaves for washington d.c. tomorrow at 7am, which means that i have to take him to the airport at 5. peachy. be glad you don't have to do that. my plan is to go to the outlet mall for a little bit tomorrow afternoon and then spend the rest of the weekend planning. i need to get one of those big desk-sized calendars so i can see when all of the days off are. students get way more days off than teachers do. i would continue commenting, but last time i wrote a long comment it got lost in cyber-space. i'm off to run 10. peace out.
Thanks for the entry. I like the idea of the glad game.
Good luck with the computer mess. At least yours didn't explode.
Dad does love the glad game. Anytime I complain about anything, he always brings up that scene in Notting Hill where the people are all telling their sob stories in an effort to win the coveted last brownie. And then he tries to complain about more things than me. So if you have a sob story, probably you would have better look searching for a more sympathetic ear. Probably not a Horan ear... come to think of it...
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