The Redisplaced New Mexican

Okay. This internet connection officially sucks. As does this computer. I miss my lappy.

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One of the worst things in the world is pulling out your little, black, Tom Riddle-type moleskin book to get the e-mail addresses of all the people you want to keep in contact with and realising that you cannot read some of their handwriting.

Steve: there’s a character that looks like an odd ‘d’ or a deformed ‘t.’ What is that? And what is with your o/a/e’s?

Lucien: What is it with your m/h’s or your q/r’s?

If I didn’t know better, I’d swear some people were trying to give me the runaround…

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Why is it that people always comment on how I’ve lost weight? You’d think I was a giant marshmallow when I left the way everyone notices.

It was once this way with my hair too. Before I decided to let it grow crazy-style. Now that I shaved it, people started saying it again.

The hair people might have a point: I looked like a walking cowlick when I had long hair.

The weight people definitely have a point: I’ve lost fifteen pounds (about 6.5 kilos) since I left.

Wow.

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Convinced my mate(s) here to move out of New Mexico with me in a few years. Wow. That was easier than I thought.

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An idea for a new game came to me while posing an obscenely hurtful thought experiment to my mate over the question of trust. The game is thus:

“Random Hurtful Hypotheticals”

2: Suppose you came home one night and found your girlfriend in your bed with four hated members of the football team, a camera crew composed of your family, and your favourite stuffed animal being used as a fluffer: how would you feel?
1: Pretty damn terrible. Why do you ask?
2: No reason, I just thought I’d ask.
1: Oh.

Try it some time. The winner is the person that poses the worst, original hypothetical.

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Shouldn’t I be less busy now? I’ve been done with Finals for the past three weeks and don’t have classes for four more, but now I find myself in the thick of things yet again. To wit, I must now:

• Apply for a job at the college paper.
• Get a job (if not this one).
• Think up 6 topics for my Independent Study in philosophy course (Then discuss them and write on one of them)
• Sign up for the course
• Get a computer
• Write an encyclopedia entry of the philosophy of religion
• Design and improve the vocabulary of my language
• Save up money for a return trip to Australia
• Write blurbs about every major column that has ever appeared in the Pix Capacitor and blurbs describing things about it for the website
• Christmas shopping (that’s a lot of lumps of coal to carry)
• Find a roommate or an apartment
• Move out
• Finish several books
• Finish my diary entries then retire my Australia journal
• Buy a new journal
• Cash my paycheck (if I can)
• Renew the registration on my car
• Transfer the car to my name
• Eat dinner with the pops
• Set up an appointment to get my wisdom teeth removed
• Get them removed
• Write a bunch of articles
• Patch things up with my mates in New Mexico
• Get started with life

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Got a job as the Design Editor for the Round Up. I don’t sound excited, but I’m ecstatic.

Okay. This internet connection officially sucks. As does this computer. I miss my lappy. ~~~ One of the worst things in the world is pulling out your little, black, Tom Riddle-type moleskin book to get the e-mail addresses of all the people you want to keep in contact with and realising that you cannot read…