It'd be better if it were free.
'Not Fade Away'
Spike's Bitches 30: Going on Thirteen
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risque (and frisque), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
I'm in love with the idea of a university for wheeling Jesuits.
I've been to Wheeling Jesuit. Lots of hills. Good for wheeling.
Ugh. Can't eat my dinner. Stupid headache.
Ok, for one of my classes, my final project is persuasive essay. They gave us four choices, none of which appeal to me at all. I have nothing persuasive to say on any of them. We can suggest a topic of our own. I was thinking that I could do mine on teaching abstinence vs. birth control in public schools.
Thoughts?
Oh, hee:
A 92-year-old woman phoned social services to complain of the "loose behaviour" of her daughter, 68. The mother rang with "tales of infidelity and philandering" but officials in the German city of Hildesheim told her she was about 50 years too late. Police went to smooth things over. The daughter, a former school teacher, told them: "Forgive her. She's a daft old bat."
Hee. From a D&D discussion:
If the villian has 10 minutes to cast a spell on my character, and the best he can do is resurrect my armor, then he's welcome to it.
"Forgive her. She's a daft old bat."
My new tag.
Jars, if SA doesn't get ot it--BUNAC is the organization, if you google it you should find it. They do visas for UK, Ireland, New Zealand, and Australia for Americans...but you have to have just graduated college, and not sure if you can have gone to college outside the US, but...
I really don't think Suzi wants me as her theater date to Rent, as I'm liable to stand up and yell "Your art sucks! Go get a real fucking job! Millions of artists have to have a day job, so suck it up! QUIT FUCKING WHINING!!!!!"
That tends to put a damper on the rest of the night.
Like the damper it put on my evening the time a friend in college (who just happened to be the Brit-Lit Prof's daughter) and I went to see the drama dept.'s production of Romeo and Juliet, the seats we had were Right. Up. Front. and the stage was so small I had to clamp my hands over my mouth to keep from yelling, "Don't do it, Romeo! Can't you see she's still breathing?" Because nothing about the production gave me any reason to want to pretend she wasn't.
I have almost as little patience for R&J as I do for the people in Rent. Stoopid teenagers.