|[||music|||||I wish I was your mother-Mott the Hoople (off my new CD, very weird song)||]|
New Haven has been a ball the last couple of days. No really, incredibly hot weather without the accompanying sun. Usually when my seasonal affectedness kicks in, I'm not also dying of dehydration. But hey, it would make an interesting Lifetime channel story. However, because of the extreme presense of Honest Tea, the producers might have to hold off yet. You can get it everywhere! Want to know why? Seth or Barry, one of the creators, I'm unsure which, is a professor at Yale. I'm so taking his class. Even if it's astrophysics or violin making or Calc 86 (is there a Calc 86? Well whatever it is that you incredibly smart math geniuses take).
Last night I made Colleen watch the new Peter Pan which is quite possibly the most ridiculous movie ever. Especially considering how sexually charged it is. It's a movie for kids, too! Well, maybe only the precocious ones.
Tomorrow, I'm driving up to Belgrade, Maine (everything in Maine is named after some place somewhere else, like Rome and Brussels, and my favorite: CHINA, "Hello, I'm from South China, Maine") where, like every other time I've subjected myself to this, I will have no internet, no hot boys to oggle, and no honest tea.
to whom it may concern . . .on the bright side . . .er, I'm having trouble finding a bright side. Just kidding, Colleen. We'll have fun. Really. Especially when I gerry rig my speakers into my next door neighbors cabin and blast AC/DC.