i'm a rabbit in your headlights
Sep. 27th, 2008 07:20 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
recordThis could be my earliest post ever.
I'm leaving for Ajo in fifteen minutes.
It's a field trip for my oral history class. Here's how the teacher described Ajo: "It's right out of There Will Be Blood."
Excellent. (I can never type that word without thinking of Mr. Burns rubbing his fingers together and Smithers simpering in the background.)
Then, when I get home, Summer and I are going to the Foothills mall, where I'm going to get an extremely expensive haircut and charge it to my credit card, responsibility be damned, and then we're going to eat at Gavi.
And then? Found Footage Festival bitches! 9pm (or uh, maybe 10pm? Check the website your own damn self!) at the Loft if anyone's interested. Because, despite the opinions of retail employees across the city, Summer and I are NOT a couple and hence this is NOT a date, and we in fact would WELCOME company. (Apparently, Summer's been getting dirty looks when she goes places with menfolks, because the workers think she's CHEATING ON ME. I'm sorry I look so dykey, I really really am! I even stopped carrying the big gay bag, what more do they want?)
Ohhh, and I'm reading "Gang Leader For a Day" (should I not have capitalized that "for"? I can never remember that rule), and it's probably the best book I've read all year, so when I finish it (perhaps on the ride to Ajo?), I'll blather on about it until you're convinced too.
And, one more thing before I go, there are some really interesting posts on Language Log right now, one about the stupid Latinate split infinitive rule (a realllllly good point!), and one about Sarah Palin being misrepresented by eye dialect (I mean, really, the woman doesn't need any help making an ass of herself in interviews).
I'm leaving for Ajo in fifteen minutes.
It's a field trip for my oral history class. Here's how the teacher described Ajo: "It's right out of There Will Be Blood."
Excellent. (I can never type that word without thinking of Mr. Burns rubbing his fingers together and Smithers simpering in the background.)
Then, when I get home, Summer and I are going to the Foothills mall, where I'm going to get an extremely expensive haircut and charge it to my credit card, responsibility be damned, and then we're going to eat at Gavi.
And then? Found Footage Festival bitches! 9pm (or uh, maybe 10pm? Check the website your own damn self!) at the Loft if anyone's interested. Because, despite the opinions of retail employees across the city, Summer and I are NOT a couple and hence this is NOT a date, and we in fact would WELCOME company. (Apparently, Summer's been getting dirty looks when she goes places with menfolks, because the workers think she's CHEATING ON ME. I'm sorry I look so dykey, I really really am! I even stopped carrying the big gay bag, what more do they want?)
Ohhh, and I'm reading "Gang Leader For a Day" (should I not have capitalized that "for"? I can never remember that rule), and it's probably the best book I've read all year, so when I finish it (perhaps on the ride to Ajo?), I'll blather on about it until you're convinced too.
And, one more thing before I go, there are some really interesting posts on Language Log right now, one about the stupid Latinate split infinitive rule (a realllllly good point!), and one about Sarah Palin being misrepresented by eye dialect (I mean, really, the woman doesn't need any help making an ass of herself in interviews).