Archive for the ‘college’ Category
Quiet Couple Makes Cooking Dinner Awkward
One might’ve thought we had kicked down their dorm’s door during an intense makeout/breakup session and then proceeded to tiptoe all around them, whispering derogatory claims while simultaneously rearranging all of their stuff. Yes, one might have thought such a thing by their snap to silence, their seedy, flickering eyes, their determination to wait us out (though they did, eventually, sulk away).
It’s a public kitchen, people. Go be mopey on the floor of your shower like normal folk.
In matching blue raincoats
Our shoes were our showboats
We kicked around
From stairway to station
We made a sensation
– “On the Bus Mall” by The Decemberists
Sleeping In Hardcore
Which, for those playing at home, was some years back in 2005. It all seems like a faint memory at times, as if it never actually happened. I thought I had more to say on this subject, but as I’ve been staring at the screen for a good twenty minutes, pondering, scratching my nose, waiting for words, I guess I was wrong…
Does it feel good like a memory
When you try some history
It’s a dream to come around
But who doesn’t then,
Because the taste doesn’t taste the same again
– “Carry You” by Jimmy Eat World
Marywood University and the Lost Omelette
When I say that the omelette line sort of reminded me of those zombie movies where all the living dead are pushing themselves upon one another because they have no brains and just want fleshy food to feast upon, I am not exaggerating.
Okay, I am. But that’s not the point! It got crowded, and it got crowded fast. The not-pleasant lady behind the counter either forgot my omelette or some doofus took it before I could realize mine was called. Now, considering I took three steps to my right and ended up at a second omelette bar, I was not too mad.
On a slightly related note, the spellchecker here at WordPress keeps telling me I’m spelling omelette wrong (they prefer omelet). I’m not. That is all. I’ll have my people bill your people.
Did I slip? I know I stumbled
Did I trip? ‘Cause I know I fell
All’s I know is I’ll wake up here in my clothes tomorrow
But oh, girl I wish I knew you well
But oh, girl I wish I knew you well
But I’m just sayin’ hi, to your answering bell
– “Answering Bell” by Ryan Adams
Monica is Riddikulus at Harry Potter Scene It
Yes, I got schooled. But it’s a fun game, even if the clips they show go on for too long and their accompanying questions end up being about the most nonsensical part of the scene (What color are the polka dots on Hagrid’s tie?, for example). Tricky, tricky. No worries though; we all played a round of Scrabble later and I showed them the true spells a wordnerd like myself can cast. Er, I won. Victory! Za for everybody!
EDIT: Oops, forgot to post Tara’s wonderful fan art from the above-mentioned game of Scrabble. Enjoy…
Everyone’s unhappy
Everyone’s ashamed
Well, we all just got caught looking
At somebody else’s page
– “Missed the Boat” by Modest Mouse
It Is Time to Rock the Vote
Well, the voter thing isn’t complete. I have to mail in a bunch of…photocopied documents. And have I done it? Nope. What have I been doing instead?
Reading comics, duh.
I kid, I kid. I be busy than a beaver with a butt of bubble bombs. (I don’t know what that means.) But it’s true, I’ve been busy.
Anyways, if you look to the right you’ll see I’ve signed up for Twitter. I don’t really plan to use it for much other than to let you readers know what’s going on here at MyLifeComics–such as when the next update might be and so forth–but do not be surprised if you see such Tweets as:
- Eating a sandwich
- Missing my sandwich
- Crying
- Cursing my PS2 to Hell and back
- Running around naked and making baa baa noises
Now you know. And knowing is half the battle…
Taking Tara Back to College
Carrying water, I believe, is standard procedure for training for the Olympics.
Okay, I made that up. But it should be.
As per the final panel…well, I’m used to my own mother forgetting my name, but generally she calls me by a name of my same gender. Generally. Monica is a new one. No offense to the real Monica, but I don’t think I look like one–maybe a Stephanie or a Samantha, but not a Mon. Tis not fate.
#373 – Politics Dinner
To begin, this is my first post here at MyLifeComics from my MacBook. Mmm I lurve it already. It runs really great and everything is so simple on a Mac. I haven’t done too much with it from lack of time, but I’m slowly bringing everything over to here from my PC. But yeah, it’s all very shiny and cool. Stay tuned for tomorrow where I’ll be running a small contest in which the lappy top acquires its True Name. And no, it’s not going to be your name. As if!
But yes, politics. The bane of my existence. Or maybe the punchline. What’s the joke then, you ask? I graduated college with a degree in journalism, a major where more than a good percentage of news being reported is…political. Ah. Yeah, it’s not really that funny. I just can’t get too passionate about it all. Elephants, donkeys, third parties, debates, scandals, slander, campaigns…it’s all just too much. I’d rather eat pretzels and watch TV shows about a ragtag group of survivors in outer space trying to find their way to Earth…
Question of the day: What subjects do you have trouble talking about, whether it’s from lack of knowledge or sheer discomfort or whatever you will? Animal rights? Foreign trade? Unicorns?
Hey now the straw dog’s out in the street
Hey now there’s chemicals in the clouds
Hey now they’re calling all the police
But they won’t get to us
No they’ll never get to us
– “Straw Dog” by Something Corporate
#361 – White Sangria
Seriously, y’all should be jealous. But maybe, just maybe if you are nice enough and compliment D until she is beaming more than a billion stars could ever hope for, she might share the recipe. It was simply fantastic, especially the fruit that had been soaking up all that peach schnapps mmm. I want more. Beach house in OC, perhaps?
So, the LOST season finale was pretty dang great. I won’t be spoiling any of it for those that missed out tonight, but I got especially weepy when a certain time-lost lovers ended all the mindfuck and found each other…yet again. Gah, I’m such a mess for them. During the commercials I sang a song in their honor…
Lastly, thanks to Memorial Day, we’re already at Friday. That’s nice. The short workweek went surprisingly fast for moi. I know I say this a lot, but I plan to get a lot of shtuff done this weekend. Maybe even do some research on how to spend my rebate check (yes, Mom, it arrived!)…my eyes are flickering towards a lappy top. Er, laptop. Anyways, what are your plans for the weekend?
All I want is to feel this way
To be this close, to feel the same
All I want is to feel this way
The evening speaks, I feel it say
– “All I Want” by Toad the Wet Sprocket
#306 – Happy Engineers
I went to Rowan University, which, above all, is known for three things: being a suitcase college, its education department, and its engineers. That last group though, while often talked about, were rarely seen. They were the snow leopards of the campus, taking to their building and living there for nights upon nights, feasting on the meat of their weaker companions. At least, that’s what I think they did. I never knew an engineer for my entire four years of college, but from what the rumors whispered it sounded like they were the busiest of bodies. And so they deserve some time off, I’d say. Happy Engineers Week, everyone!
Also, I’m proud to be a New Jersian, if only because we can knock down New York governors like loose mailboxes.
If life had background music playing your song
I have got to be honest, I tried to escape you
But the orchestra plays on, and they sang
– “Dismantle Repair” by Anberlin