December 2009
“i no longer worry about being a brilliant conversationalist. i simply try to be...”
– frank bettger
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i wish that beaverton had snow on the ground for a few months like it does back home in rockford. built up on the sidewalks, snow just adds comfort to the outdoors even when all most people want to do is burrow inside with layer upon layer of blankets. i come from the kind of family that walks uphill both ways to school in below-freezing temperatures: blankets are nice, but familiarity is nicer.
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"so emma cockblocked me last night."
me: how did that go?
sierra: well, she told me i couldn't do anything with this particular friend of hers.
emma: i did say this.
sierra: and then he shows up and tries to have a conversation with me when i'm in the middle of doing something. he says, "hey, what's up?" and i say, "well, look closely. this thing i'm doing is what's up!"
me: that's strange.
sierra: and so i'm trying to talk and doing this something, and then he grabs my ass and asks me if i want to go to his car. i said no, and he asked me 'if i was a prude or something'. and i told him no, but that there's a difference between being a prude and knowing someone for twenty minutes.
emma: and then i jump in and ask her what jesus would do in this situation!
sierra: we later decided that if jesus was a chick, this guy would totally try and tap that.
me: so it was more of a rescue mission than a cockblock?
emma: we thought cockblock sounded better.
“there are only ten minutes in the life of a pear when it is good to eat.”
– ralph waldo emerson
so!
i guess i’m back.
