13 January 2007

really?

"I'm training him to be a bubble hunter." -H. A. H.

11 January 2007

hips don't lie

Doth mine ears deceive me? This morning I heard the simple strains of Shakira Isabel Mebarak Ripoll's voice wafting from my little roommate's chamber. Shakira. Just a wee bit different from the standard Simon & Garfunkel/David Gray/Damien Rice tunes that usually waft from this certain room.

09 January 2007

stalker

I have a friend. (Yes, strange.) This friend has a stalker. Oh, how dramatic and glamorous, yes? No, not really. It is just rather boggling. I find it odd when someone stumbles upon another's information, and then seeks them out in various venues without so much as a proper conversation or introduction. I find it even more odd when this person hunts down the other and shows up at their place of work without so much as a "would you like to meet sometime?" In my mind, this isn't exactly how you forge a friendship. Then again, this is exactly how you would forge, as in imitate, a relationship: appear somewhere (uninvited) and act as though you two know each other.