i have not seen my best friend john in a year.

he lives in scotland with nessie.

and got me a dinosaur tee for christmas.

i miss him and my tonsils, both in excruciating amounts right now.

nessie lives, but bigfoot is a stupid idea.

jordy gots married

my friend jorden got married this weekend. i really do think that it is safe to say that i genuinely like most people. in fact, i have a hard time convincing myself to dislike people that should probably be loathed. and all i mean by that is, even though i like alot of people on a genuinely superficial level, i deeply care about a select few who receive all of my love and adoration. jorden is one of them. she hangs the moon. i met her while we were english majors at state, but conflicting religious/political/socioeconomic/etc beliefs rendered us inept from the magical friendship we have now. i eventually grew a mentality worth having around and am now capable of feeling like i've got something to offer her, too. she and i moved to oxford at the same time and started grad school together. she was wise and dropped out, but i chose to pursue the educational debt. anyway, she called me one day and said she heard that i had moved here, and since her boy lived here and everything too, she'd give it a try. so she did, and if anyone has made this town worth 2 years of my life, it has been her. we entertain each others thoughts and curiosities, and hold each other accountable to esteemed literary opinions and selections. so we all spent the weekend in the mountains, watching her and her equally fascinating fiancee share awkward moments and vows, and then partied at a level that only we know how. there was music and dancing. a hot tub. my dear friends. and lots of booze to complement it. her and her man are in paris now, and move to miami when they return. he's going to write books and stuff. and i'm going to visit asap.

christmastime

i always thought it strange that someone made that into one word. i wonder who it is that gets to make up rules like that. christmas time/ christmastime. i think i've got the credentials, whatever they are.

so, for the aforementionedtime, i gave myself a new blog. i will shut it down and start a new one a few brief months from now when i have written something i am embarrassed of, and convince myself that all evidence of writing failure needs to be completely destroyed.

taperjeangirlwithamotelface is a kings of leon lyric, and not even my favorite, and i don't even wear tapered jeans. but i do love a motel.

stuffwhitepeoplelike.com just may be the best blog ever created. it is incessantly witty and its got all this irony and preciseness all at once. i've never read an entry and not thought to myself, 'omg! that's so true about white people!' immediately followed by, 'dammit! i'm white!' i'm proud of it and all, i guess, but we are some of the lamest people ever. so maybe i'm not that proud of it. i don't really think i'd care what race i was, and i don't meant that in some extremist anti-racist way, like i could tolerate the hardships of them all, because it'd be really hard to be a jew and all, but, in the least demeaning way ever, i'm officially claiming that lameness plagues white people, and there's no civil rights movement ready to unleash us from its bonds. we are the culmination of all things bad all at once. i mean, its cool to be republican. i would go to the bar with sarah palin any day. but republican, and this isn't even about party issues but what they imply, is just a new word for WASP, and those were a bunch of uncool people, and if they were still around today they'd be doing what george dubya is doing right now too: watching fox news or a documentary on the history channel in case a point is ever raised in a conversation, we'd hate to not have the right winged opinions on how to refute it.

as for the real reason i brought up this site. this was a post from earlier in the week. "halloween" is also something white people like, because it gives a reason to dress up and consume alcohol. we like that too. this year for halloween, i got all clever and original, or so i thought, and went to the square as an ipod commerical. many mistook me as being intentionally and really black, but once i pulled my shuffle out and did a few fist pumps, they got the idea. but apparently someone else had it first. see above.

merry christmas.