(11:11:35 AM) ikebowen:
a really, really random guy just walked in here really, really slowly
(11:11:39 AM) ikebowen:
and shut the door
(11:11:56 AM) ikebowen:
and left in the same manner after being questioned
(11:11:56 AM) ijiti:
LOL
(11:12:11 AM) ikebowen:
never seen him before
(11:12:19 AM) ijiti:
wat did u sak him?
(11:12:20 AM) ijiti:
ask
(11:12:29 AM) ikebowen:
can I help you?

this entry is composed of random stuff from the last few weeks. it therefore contains little continuity.

It’s cold today. The high tomorrow is a full -3°F. At least, you know, the roads shouldn’t be slippery.

The battery on my media player went out last night; dreadful thing to happen before a drive. But you notice a lot when the world isn’t being drowned in sound. Clouds of snow writhing in the glare of someone else’s lights, patterns the wind has chiseled out of the road ahead of you, patterns that could probably cure cancer if anyone knew just how to interpret them. ‘DEAD END’, blinking at you in muffled yellow as you signal left. Snow snarling at itself, chasing the tires of SLX-572. Little things.

don’t say a word, I know you feel the same

Rhinelander’s best-kept secret: the Walmart deli. I think we’re going to see Sweeney Todd tonight (unrelated).

Taking the sister down to Two Rivers tomorrow; she’ll be staying with the cousins while she recovers. The doctor yesterday said her spleen was doing reasonably well, though her general illness … level is kind of hovering. It’ll be a while.

And off to school on Sunday for me. Back to the city. Woo. Classes start on Tuesday (coat check), meaning that the web design class won’t show up until the following Monday. Pff. I do hope that it’s a decent course… not like okay-here-open-frontpage-and-save-as-html.

your perfect verse is just a lie you tell yourself to help you
get by

Back at school now. In the mailbox, crammed: a variety of sample Post-it products, two surge-protector catalogues, a donor card from the Red Cross (O+!), a note from a younger cousin with some photos, a thank-you from Samaritan’s Purse for designating them as the charity of choice for my scholarship thing (someone opened it and stole the gift copy of the book Rebel With A Cause, but no matter, the letter was largely intact and that’s what counts), and a check from Scottrade that was allegedly mailed to my home address (how did they find out about my school address anyway?).

Bills. Suck.

Malodorous dorms. Apparently a sewage pipe burst somewhere. Why this should affect the hvac system, I do not know. It’s better this morning.

Went to Jewel last night, picked up 210usd in groceries. And that’s without the wheat grass.

Best XKCD ever: Pod Bay Doors. This is why. If this doesn’t make sense, listen to the Little Grey Book Lectures and it will become clear.

sorrow drips into your heart through a pinhole
just like a faucet that leaks and there is comfort in the sound