do do do do do do do... (rebel, rebel)

the similarities between the charcter of richard gilmore and those of my father are striking. i mean, the same stubborn attitude is the most prevelant, but God everything else just screams my dad. not the bow tie, and maybe he isn't as proper OR well brought-up, but it's really very scary when i watch the show.

i need to start carrying my camera with me more. i've seen so many things that would make excellent pictures but instead of a camera i either need to write it down or keep staring long enough that i'll remember it for a while. i'm starting to think that my favorite spot on campus is right behind leconte on the far bench to the left (when you're looking at them, that is). it's in the shade and there's basically a tree (or is it a large weed) in your face. since the spot is wedged between the back of the library and the history building there's always a breeze, so i can read out there for hours and not get too hot.

nothing else going on. i need to stop procrastinating on work, though blowing it all off for the majority of the weekend was worth it. i'll most likely be attending this friday's krush girls again, but there's always the possibility of taryn's party instead (or maybe in addition to?). i'll be going to the game on saturday (my first, which i feel awful about), which josh may also attend. basically the rest of the week is catch-up with work.

oh, and i'd just like to take this opportunity that i love the brits. ESPECIALLY lauren, tarik, and rob. fucking hysterical. between maker's marks, learning how to say things with an accent, hearing "that's ace yea," and drunkingly singing "God save my fucking queen" it is never a dull moment with these guys.