I went to a gathering with (mostly) members of my Canisius program cohort. It was really nice to get to chill with them outside the context of the classroom. Here are a few photos of the nonsense that ensued once the Tooters and Jell-o shots came out. Yes Tooters, (e:Ladycroft)’s favorite test-tube treat! We missed all ya'll that couldn't make it. Enjoy.

me and my hilbert homie lori


amanda, me, alicia and lori


a tooters toast to cspa class of 2007


aj and cristina


annie, jen and alicia


amanda and me


loquacious lindsay crying over issues with her nachos


me, alicia and amanada


me taking a photo of this cool infinity candle thing


here comes jen with the jell-o shots


cheers


lindsay crying over issues with her jell-o shot


anisha and kelly bustin moves


linsday, me and jen: starting to get silly


alicia


jen setting up a game


me, annie and jen: now silly


lindsay is schnockered


me and annie: still going


aj says: have a nice day


malcom says: those fools are hammered


annie knows he's right


me and kelly: afraid of something perhaps?


alicia and jen: hey baby!


me and anisha: chillin


kelly says: what's this timika?


it's my uber cool glowing sea creature!


ass!!!!!


me, annie and alicia: i don't know...


the group

So, my joy in only spending $200 to fix my car was short lived. Yep, you guessed it, Aqua Mouse won’t start. One start to get it home and now it’s dead in the parking lot. I could cry. I could scream. But I remember reading a quote by (e:Jason), that when life hands you lemons say, “Hey, WTF is this” and throw them at people!!! Yah, I think I’ll skip the crying, skip the screaming and just go straight into throwing. If you see a woman skillfully beaning people in the head with lemons, seek shelter.

I'm busy finishing a mid-term due by midnight, but I wanted to send out Happy Halloween wishes to all!


I donned one of my renaissance outfits for daytime wear. I was happy to see a few of my classmates dressed up as well. Lucky I brought my camera along!


I know everyone has already seen my outfit, but I managed to make a few adjustments yesterday which really improved the overall quality. I painted my chest plate red, coloured my arm cannon the proper bluish-green, and added a green tinted visor to my helmet. People thought I was really intimidating, so I guess it worked! Ciao.

I had a lovely time at the party folks. I wasn't going to go because I was too depressed, but circumstance encouraged me to attend. I'm glad I did. I got to test pilot my Samus Aran suit. Thank you for the warm reception despite my botched helmet and incorrectly coloured arm cannon. I'll have you know BOTH of these details have been remedied this afternoon. I will post a photo after tomorrow night's festivities so you can see the changes. I was impressed with a few costumes so I want to give props to (e:Matthew) as Aquaman, (e:Mike) as Gobo from Fraggle Rock, (e:Jill) as Poison Ivy and Jim as The Joker. (e:Flacideness), I didn't even ask if you were portraying anyone specific, but I dig your threads. I do admire great creativity! (e:Metalpeter), glad you could make it. (e:Demartiste), thank you so much for aligning my back and ankles, even if we did scare (e:Josh) a little bit! (e:Springfaery), pleasure to hang with you again, we must do the (e:peepettes) night out SOON. (e:Terry), I can always count on you for a little groping, but (e:Flacidness) is right on your heels! (e:Paul), good job as the bomber, you blended right in with the furniture, I hardly saw you! Forgive me Brother (e:Jason) for it has been 3 weeks since my last confession....

Instead of my usual listing of names I thought I would go with quotes for the evening's photos. Enjoy.

Samus's arm cannon is no match for my Tirdent!


Samus threatened to shock us with her energy beam if we didn't pose with her.


She has no idea I just shorted her self-destruct sequence, hehehe.


Do I have to pull out my squirt gun?


Josh's 'make a wish' come true, a visit from Samus Aran.


Hey, who farted!?


It wasn't me, tee-hee!


Yesssssss, my long hair is a chick magnet.


This week's episode - Cumbersome costumes: The art of drinking shots through straws.


You're really cute Mr. 80's fake tanner boy!


Next on Fraggle Rock, Gobo meets a girl.


She just flashed me, yeah baby.


Like a deer in headlights, this tractor beam thing is too easy!


Mooooooom, they're doing Madonna again!!!


My what a big cannon you have.

• gasping*

I'll handle this folks!


Can you identify this ass grabber?


So, I hear you guys are wanted in Gotham City?
I'm wanted in 4 galaxies. What up!?


Cheezy engagement photos gone wrong, next on Springer.


(Gobo) I'm gonna scratch those skanky hos!
Get off Mr. 80's fake tanner boy!


Golden.


Thank you, and goodnight.

Ciao!

Tonight I went to see Henry Rollins with (e:Theecarey), (e:Jason), and we met up with (e:Metalpeter) in the end. Great to see you out Peter! I had a great time. It's been 10 years since I've seen Henry and my first thought was, 'Damn he's grey!' Nevertheless, he is in as incredible shape as he was back in 95. Yah, I'd call him a hot 44 year old. If you had been there, that line would mean something to you would be laughing right now. Hotness....he and I agree that magazines are nothing but airbrushed bullshit. I have to say though; he did give me a slightly altered perspective on my own personal hotness. He said, every day there is at least one person that stops what they are doing to look at you and they think, damn...she's hot. I'm like, right on brother! Fuck all you posers that actually believe women should look like walking hangers. I'd rather have all this junk in my trunk than no trunk at all.

Henry shared a lot of his travel stories, but there was one part where I feel he sucked a thought right from my brain. I wouldn't have said it any different. He was reflecting on a day when someone asked him if he wanted to visit Pakistan. His response was, he wants to go everywhere he hasn't been, and every time he's looking at a map or flying over another country he can hear "fuck you Henry, that's right, this is Zimbabwe talking, and you ain't been here biatch". Ok, that's not a direct quote, but it's close - and that is exactly how I feel about travel.

Ciao.

Let me quickly recap my far too brief visit to Boston. I drove out on Thursday afternoon. I’m master road tripper so the 8 hour drive was nothing new, a little lonely, but no big deal. I’ve driven from Buffalo to Mexico all by myself. Now that is a lonely drive. So, here are a few photos of my visit.

holy big ass burrito batman!

my favorite, the tobin bridge

me and brian with his skeleton baby and jimmy's head in the corner

me and laura with a kiss from jimmy

jeannine, me, dan, laura and brian - heading out for the night

me and dan at a clever little eatery

this tool actually controls the heat in laura's car - scary

i just like it

my friend had a saltwater tank so i took this for (e:matthew)

next day mark and laura dragged me to a pokemon convention

we waited in this massive line so they could get a secret leaf? i don't know.

timika and mark are no match for super giant pikachu

after waiting in another big line, the technician lost laura's game - can you see the sadness in her pikachu eyes?

i tried to capture some of new england's fine foliage on my drive home

then the weather turned to shit

then my pop exploded all over my crotch making it look like i wet myself

I just played my first full-on game of soccer in 6 years and I’m whipped! Boy howdy! Of course, at the beginning of the day I thought I was playing short-court indoor. As it turns out, it was actually half-field outdoor! Can you say unprepared? It wasn’t freezing out, but it was most certainly chilly, and I brought shorts of course. Next week I’ll know to bring a headband so my ears won’t hurt. The nice part was that we played on super cushy astro-turf; nice-n-easy on the joints! That is, until you have the prime opportunity to even up the score playing forward, get mobbed by 3 guys, and fall on your ass trying to shift your momentum and make the shot. The hips don’t like me so much right now. I stood in the shower an awful long time trying to massage the pain away.

What I should be doing:
1. Re-writing a journal review (due last week) which was on my jump drive that I lost.
2. Reading 123 pages of textbook bore.
3. Defending a position on spirituality in student development.
4. Reading 2 novels for which I have to write 10 page reviews, each.
5. Writing a 5 page documentary reflection on what it means to be free in America.

What I am doing instead:
1. Falling asleep while attempting the first item on my list, complete with drool seeping from the corner of my mouth.
2. Engaging in an act of futility- trying to satisfy my hunger. I have incurred an insatiable appetite from the moment I walked through (e:Lilho)’s door Friday night. I cannot stop eating; I’m hungry like the wolf!
3. Thinking about how I’m going to get to class tomorrow with ‘Aqua Mouse’ (my car) being in such dire condition.
4. Talking on the phone with my partner in crime (e:Theecarey). Gag, puke, barf; make it go away!
5. Fretting about my Halloween costume details.
6. Questioning my how I’m going to load more songs onto my ipod before I leave for Boston this Thursday morning.
7. Writing this post.
8. Wondering who talked me into performing 1 handed twisty taekwondo push-ups at (e:Lilho)’s party, because I’m so incredibly sore right now.
9. Wondering when I’ll have time to hang out with (e:Terry) to knit scarves.
10. Considering the strong possibility that I have adult ADD and a hearing loss, or at least some serious wax build up.

This made me laugh. I could really use a bottle of it right now too. Ciao.

I brought Bambi down to Hilbert College so she could attend the pet blessing. I’m not Catholic, but I thought it would be nice. What does it mean to bless a pet? I don’t really know. I just love her so much and I thought it would be something new and different. Plus she got to woof at a few bigger dogs; she has no concept of her size. I love that about her. She’s such a great protector. So, here are a few photos of her special day.


waiting for the ceremony to begin


with my boss


father bernard


chillin