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PAJAMARAMA

Whosoever correctly identifies these headless link-ed bloggers and
maybe their spouses, wins fame, fortune and probably some ridiculous or yummy prize.

1. 2. 3.

4. 5. 6.

Quite a few males asked to participate in this game sent their regrets along with strange half sheepish/half proud statements eluding to the fact that they sleep naked.
a. I know you are lying. You read someone's blog enough and you get a feel for whether or not they're the kind of guy who sleeps naked. Girls can tell this kind of thing.
b. Even if by some fluke you have slept without clothes on once or twice, it's not like the Pajamatic Truth Police are going to hunt you down. Just put on a pair of pants and take a picture, kids.
c. I still heart you even though you are lazy lying gameavoiders.

Now those of us who just found out our midterm we thought was
due Monday and haven't started is due today at midnight best run along.

4 Things

1. I drive with my left foot on the dash.

2. Remember those bangs that grew themselves? Well instead of growing out or being normal or blending in like some people said they would, they have now decided to stand straight up.

See?!

Is it really a good idea to shave them? How would I even go about doing that?

3. I discovered this place today and will take the next person who visits me there and purchase them fish and/or chicken.

Not even just Shark's- CAPTAIN Shark's!

4. Pajama people- I'm going to post those Friday so anyone who still wants in get on it tomorrow.

Night Swimming

have i told you that i'm allergic to my room here?
it stuffs my nose up and
i have to breathe through my mouth.
i never sleep with my mouth open.
what sort of person does that?
it's uncomfortable and unfamiliar and
being here hasn't fixed things the way i thought it would.
hasn't fixed me the way i thought it would.
we have the same conversation every time.
i thought you were leaving.
you sound like you want me to stay.
i only want you to stay if you want to.
you want me to, so i will. ok?
circular games for those who ballet around things.
i always give in and say i want you here,
pretending that loving me enough to do what you know i want
makes up for not wanting it yourself.
it doesn't.
but giving in means i can hear you breathe
and people who have to keep their mouths open
can sleep.

They say weddings are a great place to meet attractive single guys
but all I ever find are cute chicks.

POP QUIZ

One of these statements is true and the other seems like it would be true but is false:

1. Macoroni and cheese only tastes good within the first 3 minutes of making it.

2. Knowing that someone is only being a total asshole to you because they love you makes you feel better about it.

Good luck, and eyes on your own papers.

Ladies and gentleman, we have a
winner!

Battered, broken and enveloped by some kind postal stranger, but delivered. Greg, the answering machine and the goldfish are yours. As for Leo, Matt, and Sarah B. (not me, because Sara says I can't win my own game) who correctly chose the victor, you will each recieve one congratulatory certificate

and Greg Howard commemorative championship robot, attached to straw for mail-checking action and numbered 1-3/3 of the series for authenticity.

And Sarah is a yogurthead.

Sometimes I'm bitter about being here. About having always been here. Surrounded by the midwestern mentality. The one that sits me down in a chair in my office and tells me we need a president who destroys other people's lives to protect what is ours. That looks at my dad quizically and asks "Who finished raising this child?" when finding out I believe people who love each other deserve rights. That makes me wonder if people I love would come to my wedding if I married outside of my race, if they would ever accept my children into our family. And then every night after walking with my oldest friend, I open my car door and hear the ping of keys left in the ignition and I realize that no matter where I go, this is who I am. This air, these fields, these people are my soul's home. And a hundred times more than I am grateful for what is different in me, I am grateful for what is the same.

Because When You Have A Hundred Other Things To Do,
You Should Make TShirts

Brian is a loner

but Steve and I match each other

and Will matches my bed.

I put my drawing table at a corner with my computer desk next to it here because that was where they fit and also just a little so I could roll my chair between them and pretend I'm a scientist.

The Great 45's Race Across America

There is some fierce competition going on at The Choppa- a cross-country mail race to see which of these two contestants' 45 used as a postcard has what it takes and reaches its destination first.

In the right corner we have Sarah Brown
Location: Brooklyn, NY.
45's Name: Fleeting Fleeing Felina.
Songs: El Tio Juan and Me Voy Lejos, both by Gilberto Valenzuela.
Logo Advantage: flames.
Quotes: "i was like, A GUN?" and "if it were coming from london, i would totally win."

And in the left corner we have Greg Howard
Location: Oakland, CA.
45's name: Run Rings Around Brown.
Songs: Dejame Quererte by Los Tecolines and Toda Una Vida by someone no longer decipherable.
Logo Advantage: stick men with little blue running shorts.
Quotes: "Wait--I do not understand what action I need to take if the 45 is being mailed to me" and "Brown is going DOWN"

Greg: What does the winner get?
Me: um, a goldfish.
Greg: Excellent. I also think the winner should call up the other person's answering machine and record a message that says "Please leave a message for [the winner], and also [the loser] is a yogurt head."
Me: DEAL

The 45's will be dropped into the mailbox today with 3 stamps each because I'm afraid if I take them into the post office they'll say no. So place your bets ladies and gentleman! Anyone who correctly predicts the winner in the comments wins a prize.

So The Summer Is Eternity For You

So, I'm moved. With my parents until summer. Only a few months, but still.

It's strange to sit in a house you've spent most of your life in and feel like you want to go home.

A boy read me an entire novel out loud once.
Not at once, mind you.
Over a stretch of onces.

And he read to me again last night, months in time and lifetimes in change later. Something thick and dark, a Poe. He turned my name into a question quietly while I slept. I don't know that I've ever in my life felt a moment so whole.

Sometimes you forget just how full of fake lifeguarding, midgets, pirates, home facials, oompa loompas, field rolling, Tina Turner hair, and Bells Palsy high school was until you clean out your computer and find folders full of old pictures.

What I'm Thinking About Instead Of Examining the 1912 Presidential Election And Comparing The Approach To Government By The New Nationalism Concepts Of Theodore Roosevelt And The New Freedom Concepts Of Woodrow Wilson Which Is What I Should Be Doing

I want to kiss you in a phonebooth.
At first I thought I wanted to kiss someone in a phonebooth.
But no, just you.

i wouldn't say 34 is flip flops weather
but i wore them anyway
because it was warm enough yesterday
and i'm finished with backwards.
i'm done making old mistakes
into new ones,
through with unicyling forward
to awkwardly wobble back again.
i refuse to regress.
so listen up spring,
that goes for you too.