Meg & Dia

This has been stuck in my head for several days:

But he said slow down, slow down
Think it over, we've all got wretched closets
Silly girl, pride kills more than AIDS
Lately, I said come on
I've thought it over, I don't want to die here
And I have no desire to get married

This caught my ear...

...Because I'm on a Death Cab trip.

God bless the daylight
The sugary smell of springtime
Remembering when you were mine
In a still suburban town
When every Thursday
I'd brave those mountain passes
And you'd skip your early classes
And we'd learn how our bodies worked

Goddamn the black night
With all its foul temptations
I've become what I always hated
When I was with you there
We looked like giants
In the back of my gray sub-compact
Fumbling to make contact
As the others slept inside

And together there
In the shroud of frost
The mountain air began to pass
Through every pane of weathered glass
And I held you closer
Than anyone would ever get

Do you remember the JAMC?
And reading aloud from magazines?
I don't know about you
But I'd swear on my name
They could smell it on me
And I've never been too good with secrets
(No . . .)

All together there
In a shroud of frost
The mountain air began to pass
Through every pane of weathered glass
And I held you closer

I look like I'm 18?

So today at Trader Joe's (where I was buying just bananas, because I didn't see instant coffee), the cashier asked me if I'd just gotten off class.  Hmm.  Okay, sure, not too suspect...except this place is about a mile and a half from Lynbrook.

Still, not too much to worry about...until I go to Starbucks', where the cashier asks me if I've just gotten off class.  I point out that yes, it is true, but I'm in grad school, and he tells me that he thought I was younger, around the age of 18.

...Do I look 18?  I mean, I got the whole 'I thought you were a junior in HS' deal when I used to visit Lynbrook, but I haven't been carded for quite awhile and I could've sworn that I didn't look like a highschooler anymore.  Especially since I've been out for a shade over four years.  And I'll be 23 soon.

I mean, I doubt I'll complain about this when I'm 30, but until then...18?  18??  Seriously?

Phantom

is awesome.

Tragically, the soundtracks aren't nearly as good.  Nonetheless, still pretty awesome.

Alice, Bob, and...

Trudy?

Suddenly, I like this Networking book a bit less.  Not that I liked it to begin with, but I like it less now.

Dammit, everyone knows it's Eve.  Eve!  None of this 'Trudy' crap.  Trudy isn't even a real name!  Trudy's the type of name you give to someone you want to grow up scarred and damaged from being taunted for years about being a Trudy.  I mean, seriously.

Maybe they're trying to make Trudy a likable person.  He/she/it/whatever doesn't eavesdrop on Alice and Bob's conversations because he/she/it (I can't remember which, okay?) is malicious; rather, poor little Trudy is just confused.  Maybe Alice and Bob taunted Trudy as children.  Maybe this is delayed revenge.  Poor Trudy.

[Edit]  Trudy is apparently female.  Seriously?  A female.  Named Trudy.  Shit, man, talk about limited prospects in life.  That's an atrocious name.  Might as well be a boy named Jetta.