this isn't going to go over well, but

I've secretly been enjoying Ingrid Michaelson, for the last nine months or so. She's on the NPR music page, right now. Today. And today has been a wonderful day so far. I've been listening to NPR all morning, drinking coffee and looking at the bountiful books of next semester. Contemplating reading Are You There God? It's me, Margaret early, just for the sake of it. The J said that she read it growing up and for some reason, and why I can't figure out, I envy her for that. The first thing ever that I envy her of and it sort of fits this coming-of-age-twelve-year-old-girl frame of thought I've had going on. Now, I could blame the playlist I've set up, but I'm sure it'll all pass in about twenty minutes when IM's set is up.













For now, my teeth are unbrushed and brazed with yesterday and I'll now post the list of books I've purchased for next semester and paid a mere $75 to get all of them. They're not all here yet, but that's all I paid. Later on after work, I plan on doing some poeting in a poem-off Boots challenged me to. We've agreed on the first line reading Tommy was the shit in High School. Probably in a nice font. Iambic Pentameter. We've also agreed that we're both writing two songs before the end of January to have a song-off. Anyway, it reads:

*Are You There God? It's me, Margaret.
*The Bluest Eye
*Handmaid's Tale
*Vision Quest
*Slaughterhouse-Five (had it.)
*Harry Potter (this one I'm more confused about than anything. Damn you, Gwen Griffin, there better be good reasoning behind this, or I'll have the Native Americans curse you. They really don't like you. And yes, as long as we're reading High School books, I'll adopt a High School mentality though I'm sure I never had one. The only reason I'd ever read a story about wizards and closets would be because it were mildly sexual, but this one isn't, so I'm probably going to have a difficult time.)
*And Tango Makes Three
*The Things They Carried

*The Triggering Town
*At The Drive-in Volcano (And I am Jazzed.)
*Pax Atomica

*Complete Stories of Flannery O'Connor
*Mystery+Manners
*Two or Three Things I Know For Sure
*Wise Blood
*Bastard Out of Carolina
*The Color Purple
*In Love+Trouble

Have a wonderful day, everyone.
Damnit, I have to shower now.

Machines and Electrical boxes, Talk to me.

Construction workers have been adding on to the Trafton building since Bean and I were on Spring Break last March, and I don't think any of their work will ever be conclusive. Olsen and I were walking out in 20 degrees of freezing rain and snow, from the cheapest parking lot on campus this morning, and while we were walking, we found ourselves making observatory statements. Well, at least he was, while I was making masturbatory statements.

See, he thinks that the workers are merely ordering supplies to fit their desires instead of adhering to the blueprints. I don't think they have any blueprints anymore. I think they lost the building plans and the structural layouts; I think they're sucking money out of week-to-week paychecks and adding on to the building until President Davenport decides that he likes what they've done, or until they decide they're done.

This kind of hypothesis could be proven correct and accepted by the community of MSU students if Trafton weren't a science building, but, instead a Liberal Arts building. However, when looking at the building's exterior, they progressively lay out the walls so that they look complete and then add further out. The whole mess seems to puzzle me, because at one point in the fall I looked at the of the building and noticed they had attached what looks like the steam pipes from a large ship one of the workers found in the Pacific ocean, ported and polished them, and conned the foreman into utilizing them. If there is a foreman. I realize what I'm saying sounds stupid, but it looks even worse.

Oh, the buildings on campus I've never been in and likely won't ever have to.

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On a much smaller scale subject, I have exactly two shifts left at the Pizza place, as a manager, then my step-down is official. However, the only reason I'm staying on the payroll is to reap the benefit of 50% off any time I want a greasy, flavorless pizza or any other menu item (wings excluded), and back to the hustle of a dull restaurant. It's not that I need the money, but that the coffee's free and it's something better to do on a Sunday morning than lay in bed mildly hungover watching reruns of Barefoot Contessa because I can't find the remote.