Ho-Bro

Juan, Isaac, and myself are sitting here at Hogan Brothers (the official sandwich shops of this and all other Brogs within Minnesota).

The house is getting put together very nicely at this point. I should say that my inner monologue has started to refer to it as the Bro-Castle, and every Netflix DVD that is delivered gets delivered to the Bro-Castle c/o Alex Sciuto. I am in no way advocating use of the term though. Back to the house. Those people living in it next year should thank Juan and myself. We lugged a really nice kitchen table, two chairs, and a side table all the way from the ACT garage sale (I almost wrote Sayle...) in West Gym to our house at least 12 blocks away. I was soaking wet by the end. Sexy, I know. I would have taken more stuff (I paid for the table, but the other stuff they were giving away since today was the last day of the sale), but Juan was a little skeptical. If we would have had a truck, we could have gotten another side table, two nice seven foot book shelves, and a bundle of upright floor lamps. I love getting anything for free.

I wish I could give an informed opinion about how reunion go-ers party, but I was passed out by 9:30. Thanks Juan, but I got unlucky and broke a mirror ensuring me seven years of bad luck. I am so fucked.

I believe that's it for now. I almost broke 30,000 points in Ladybug Mating Game (LMG). I think I'll get there some time in the next week.

PostScript- I BROKE 30,000! A word to the wise: Level IX is not for the faint of heart. Only once you've spent a while leveling up on IIX should you try IX.

It's War

Part 1:

The doormat tries to be funny and fails. The Fun & Games page doesn't make any attempt at humor yet brightens everyone's bi-weekly Fridays. You know it, Ask Alex carried you last year. Goofus and Gallinat? Come on! If it weren't for my advice, you'd be sitting in a ditch. Crying.

Oh yeah. Fuck YOU hunter.


Part 2:

A large part of my job involves scanning. Anne knows that the work is completely mindless. I might as well just be a complicated machine, and if the business office really tried they could maybe get rid of my job completely. But every once in a while, there's I have to make a decision or process something that gets me excited. For example: some sheets are printed on gray paper. The scanner doesn't scan the gray too well, so I have to right-click, go to 'display,' and switch the setting from 'preserve black' to 'scale to gray.'

Also, I was very honored to scan in a document from the Secretary of State of California.

(ten minutes later)

I just came back from Sayles. I had my first experience of 5-year reunion people. I've seen older alumni. They came earliest. Then came the middle-aged alumni. They had strollers. Hundreds of strollers for hundreds of kids. These people looked so utterly normal! Nothing at all special about them. They all looked like great parents who both wouldn't be neglectful but not necessarilly overbearing either. And today I saw the young people, the people who after seeing their old best friends ask, "So I hear you're married now." Or "Oh you went to law school?"

I don't know if I want to be those people. I want to make the jump from college to middle age, then again, doing that wouldn't be much fun