the blind man who thinks he sees

Soda tears up the carpet. I don't know what to do. Alex says to de-paw her. Is school the most important thing? I hope I never own anything that I can't let get ruined. Worst assignment ever: compare your family to a popular American TV series family (in french). Why not to popular characters from porns? Or something equally menial. I'm pissed. So I'm comparing my family to the Simpsons. hmmmm. I got into Indiana University with this fellowship. I get to go and visit, too. Notre Dame was beautiful. It had snowed before I got there. And my roomate was the coolest ever. But they are only taking like 3-4 of us, out of the 10. So, hopes are down. I'll hear soon. It is all so arbitrary, it seems. It is a bit disturbing to me that I am letting something so arbitrary decide where I will spend the next 7 years, and probably everything after that too. And comforting, in a way. I'm going to take 2 classes next quarter instead of 4 and read literature. Liz, I read some Vonnegut. It is refreshing, to say the least. Did you ever read Bulgakov, Master and Margarita? It is the best. Please read it, if you haven't.

I don't know when I will be able to come down. There are a couple possibilities. March 10th and 11th. Or March 24th through 26th. Anyway, I don't know. I miss you guys. I am like a prune. A sad prune.

it's been a long time.

i don't think i've posted for awhile because i think i made a pact a while back. i guess lent is over.
i should be doing homework, but i've decided to be brilliant instead. how come no one appreciates kurt vonnegut? honestly, americans are so fickle and, well, stupid. it's not hard to be brilliant in a society like this.
i made tapioca pudding but didn't stir it constantly enough, so all of the ingredients did not fuse well. i could tell you about things of more substance, but really, they're too hard to digest. you know, like babies and milk and meat and all. so instead i post pictures of myself...my brilliant self.
this is where i live:some might say it feels like hell. but only on the inside.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY MARY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
i know i'm a day early, but i'm actually posting in honor of your birthday, and it's been a several month fast, so, suffice it to know that i know your birthday's not until tomorrow.
other words we can make from HAPPY BIRTHDAY MARY!!!!!!
harp i!m a bird!
Hay, pirty mary!
dam it ray! (as in, stop the water from flowing, ray)
pay my bi(lls)!!!! yay!!
arm pit
hairy
hairy arm pit!
third arm (as opposed to third nipple)
harm thy pip
bad army. (periods count because they're part of exclamation points)
i am a rhybappyhitmyr.
tha yhmd.

Still nothing in particular

I've realized the only people whose emails I am excited about (you know, when you say, oo! an email! and open it with anticipation . . . ) are either graduate students or professors. I will read people's emails and perhaps respond if they have a bachelors degree, but they can forget about the response if they are just an undergraduate.

Just kidding. I forgot to email one of my students when they emailed me with a homework question. Now it is way too late. I feel bad about it. I forgot to answer an important email from a professor once too, so perhaps that evens things out.

I am going to Notre Dame in a couple weeks. They invited me for what sounds like an interview/preview weekend thing. This is exciting, to me, in the email they called me one of their top applicants! There is a professor of philosophy there who does continental philosophy of science. Interesting, huh? Maybe french could come in handy after all, I didn't know anyone was doing anything like this. I would ask to meet with him when I go, but I don't know anything at all about French philosophy, so I would have nothing to say, or even to ask. The bad news is I won't be coming down that weekend, or this one. I will have to wait until the quarter is over. MARCH 22! We will have to content ourselves with the birthday string.

I can't believe you are going to SEATTLE, the best city in the world! Have you been to Seattle, Mary? Alex and I had an argument about Seattle, he didn't believe me when I said it was a native american word. Ha.

I miss you guys. I should really be writing a paper right now. Goodnight.