clintonisms

FUMBLE (v.) to knock an object (or multiple objects) off a desk or out of the arms of another person, followed by shouting “FUMBLE,” and walking away. Commonly associated with turning a backpack inside out, replacing the contents and zipping it up quickly so the owner has to shamefully carry his newly cocooned bag to his next class.

Clinton breeds jerks.?

clintonisms

Dexxxxter: (n), an event in which a bowler achieves four strikes in a row, a step above the traditional Turkey. Coined after Dexter brand bowling shoes.

“My first Dexxxxter! Mom will be so proud!”

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Got a large plastic cup in hand, somehow comforting when filled with good ice, not from my refrigerator, and cold Christmas coke. I wish I had more to say. The curse of the concise.

look at that hipster

It’s a beard tote kind of day, gotta tune that ukulele and make some music.

halloween

the sickness

I think too much when I’m sick.

 

a lingering

“I am a tree!” the ember keeps whispering to itself.

a series

of good nights. Late nights with the most energizing of folks, long lost folks. and johnny bertram. and the girl with the stand up bass. I want to be her. rain, annoying rain and the glimmering streets, the way smoke lingers and the laughing. Jesus, I love this community.

drizzle

Rainboots would be nice.

good ol’ Friday

I told my political science professor that my number one news source is the Daily Show. When he asked me what kind of research paper I was considering, I told him of course I hadn’t thought about it yet, because I’m awful a choosing paper topics. Sure, they always sound cool, but writing them proves less possible than originally anticipated.
“So it’s about sounding cool?”
“Isn’t that what life is all about, Dr. Reinhard?”
“You should talk more in class.”