So… yay me! As soon as I get a digital version I’ll put it online so you can see it. It’s only about 3 minutes long.
What else, what else?
Well, I have some hi-larious posts forthcoming (mostly about all the ridiculously terrible dates I’ve been on in the last few months), but in the meantime, he’s some randomness to tide you over.
FIVERS: Jen’s Random Roundup (Spring 2008 Edition):
Five disturbing foods consumed in the last fortnight:
Jellyfish (surprisingly yummy)
Sea Cucumber (surprisingly gummy)
Bird’s Nest (made of bird spit!)
Pigeon (with heads on the dish)
Sole Bones (fried)
Five books I love, no matter how much you mock me:
Are You There God? It’s Me, Margaret, Judy Blume
The For Better or for Worse Treasury Collection(s), Lynn Johnston
Harry Potter, Rowling
God, The Universe and Hot Fudge Sundaes, Norma Howe
Five songs currently in heavy rotation on my iPod:
I Hear The Bells, Mike Doughty
We’re All In This Together, Ben Lee
Stuttering, Ben’s Brother
New Soul, Yael Naim
New York I Love You, LCD Soundsystem
Five times I’ve courted danger in the last five days:
This morning. (Web stalking.)
Last night. (Tea lights and water don’t mix.)
Thursday night. (Followed the guidance of the immoral compass.)
Tuesday afternoon. (Unadvisable telephone communications.)
Tuesday morning. (What REALLY constitutes academic dishonesty?)
Five upcoming date stories (teaser version):
These Jeans? ‘96 Baby!
There’s Clean, then there’s Boy Clean
Jewellery Makes The Man
Get ready, people. This is going to be rad.
P.S. Isn’t everything just lovely lately? The sun is shining, the earth is melting, and everything is fun. Last week I went to karaoke with some people from my volleyball team and had the BEST time. Now I think I’m addicted, because I’m super keen to go again. I’ve been invited to play softball this spring with a team called the Boppers. (Ha.) I also hope to play with my departmental team (Chapman’s Homer). I have exactly four papers to write in order to complete my program, but almost a whole month to do them, and tonight I’m going dancing at Alfies which is so 1999 it’s not even funny.
P.P.S. Or is it perhaps the funniest thing EVER?