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Snippets of a Life Procrastinated
October 07, 2003, 2:06 p.m. Written on a desk at the library: Write your best sex story. The Brat’s response: One time, I went to the MTV Video Awards, and I got to kiss Madonna. <3 Britney My response: One time, I got to follow my Mister Frodo Sir all around Middle Earth. <3 Samwise A dream I had the other night: I was back in Vancouver, and Nazis invaded. I was at the airport, trying to get on a plane to the US, I just wanted to get out of there and go home, when I ran into the Elf-boy. He said not to worry, to follow him, and we went to some sort of food court, where a couple of his friends were sitting around blowing bubbles. So I began to blow bubbles (as you do when Nazis are invading). And he turned to me and said, “Aren’t you going to kiss me?” I asked him why I would do that, and he said “all couples kiss before they blow bubbles.” To which my response was, “we’re not a couple.” And then I woke up. Most recent criminal act perpetrated by myself: yesterday, Eledhwen needed to get an article off one of our lecturers, so he left it in a manila envelope, taped to the door of his office. Unfortunately, we didn’t receive this information until after 5pm, so by the time we got to the building where his office is, it had been shut up. Thankfully, we found a door that was unlocked, but only upon opening it did we notice the sign saying “This door is alarmed after hours.” So of course the alarm went off as I sprinted to his door, pulled off the envelope marked “For Eledhwen”, and ran away giggling with Ellie. What I should be doing instead of writing this: Working on my Bernard Gui essay, due in TOMORROW. A choice quote from my essay sources: “One of those powerful reform movements by which the Church periodically renews and cleanses the humanity of which her children are necessarily composed.” – William Thomas Walsh on the Medieval Inquisition (the one with all the burning and imprisoning and inflamed propaganda).
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