Get thee behind me, Seward

Yesterday, I went to the Café on the Square or Corner in Seward. This is Seward’s finest restaurant, with Sarah Betrothed. I cannot remember the name of the place because I am either: using my psychological defense mechanisms to block the town out already or my mind is full from the information inundation that the thirteen days of intense graduate school has been. During second period Thursday, we had an orientation to our email program here at the University and after last period, Carrie waxed metaphorical about the information presented by saying, “the inbox is full! Bounce it back!”

After dinner, Sarah Betrothed and I did the Seward Death March, named that because I have contracted West Nile Virus from the mosquitoes here in Seward. I had no idea they were having a problem with that in Nebraska or I would have been better about my getting my bug repellant on – or just staying in my room. The photograph is of the truck ‘fogging’ for mosquitoes, sexy.

Sarah also insisted on setting off firecrackers like a Hoosier, which helped me form my ending to the memoir piece for my writing class – the theme of the piece is specific times where I matured emotionally. I may be a ‘hollaback boy’ but I am not the one throwing firecrackers. I have seen too many people lose hands. That mental image is the actual secret to my dieting success of old. I may never eat again.

Peter, who has read the full text of the memoir and was messaging me while I typed this post points out that the memoir in eighteen pages has two major events and that I really have never matured. I sat looking at the screen, first hurt then belligerent. I stutter so I am more likely to make an obscene hand gesture at you than shout, “(Obscenity)!” This is more effective than my shouting, “(obbooobbssssccennnnnitttttty),” at you. Peter, knowing this said, “Watch your hands, Helen Keller.” For the record, I hate it when Peter is right and far cleverer than I am.

Yeah, “cleverer” is a word.

I hit an all time low last night and bought a “Greatest Hits Album” from iTunes. As you remember from my first summer in Stepford that my CD collection was liberated by the Stepford Welcoming Committee. I felt compelled to buy the Greatest Hits Album instead of the original CDs out of cost effectiveness – a second all time low. You can read about the liberation of my CD collection here in the older archive. I also bought “Get Behind Me Satan” – the White Stripe’s new album so I could be a faux bad ass.

Was graduate school worth it? I am not done, give me seventeen months, and ask me when I am through. My fortune cookie fortune was, “You are next for a promotion at your firm.” Which means nothing unless someone at my job died. It would be a nice fortune for any other graduate student.

Tonight I will be in Denver, Colorado. Get thee behind me Seward.

Comments

[Kellbelle]

I have joined your ranks here at typepad. As soon as I figure out how to link I will. My name, however, remains the same despite my married status.

[Alex Vance]

Have fun on your trip. It's a shame there's no such thing as frequent-driver miles, or you'd be rich.