Headaches, Holidays, Hot Pants, and A Very Short Engagement

A lot has happened since my last blog.

Kristin had a birthday, and Jason discovered he's two hours short of graduating. What kind of academic fascism is that? Give the kid a degree already!

We had a meeting with the Greeks today. Lots of things were said, and for our part, we sounded professional, prepared and much smarter. I like that.

Leslie called me this morning to say she and Osh are engaged again! Yay! I said my congratulations, and shortly after I hung up, I realized that exactly two years ago, on the same day, is when she first called me to tell me when they got engaged then. Freaky.

She said they were going to get married soon - probably at the end of May. That doesn't give me much time to get the perfect wedding gift. Wow. I just typed "figt" three times and had to backspace. Something is terribly wrong here.

Hey, it's 4:20! I mean, yeah, technically it's past midnight, but I haven't gone to bed yet, so it's all the same to me.

I had on this suit thing today for the Greek meeting, and I had planned on wearing it to the editor interview that we didn't have. After copy editing .:flash, I went home to change into my cherry tank top and shorts I got from the Tina yesterday.

Well, naturally, I came back to the office to find Erica commenting not only on my rack this time, but also commenting on my legs. Ahh, Erica. Alas, I already have a girlfriend (see, Meggers - you made the blog twice!).

Shortly after my return, I find out they need to take my picture for the paper to run a story on the editor (I will be the summer editor, and Matt will be the fall editor). Yes, we are the same people who ate air freshener blogs ago. So I take this picture in my tank top and little shorts.

Later on, Nick no-last-name was designing the page, and he pulled in the photo and said something to the effect of, "I'm glad Wendy decided to wear hot pants for the picture."

And we all had a good laugh. And we were merry.

Well, I took a painkiller in honor of headaches and holidays, and it's starting to kick in, so I'm gonna lay down and watch Buffy before I fall down and have to be escorted to bed.

But first, again in honor of holidays, the song of the day. Just pretend like you're watching The Wizard of Oz while you're reading it.

"Brain Damage"

The lunatic is on the grass.
The lunatic is on the grass.
Remembering games and daisy chains and laughs.
Got to keep the loonies on the path.

The lunatic is in the hall.
The lunatics are in my hall.
The paper holds their folded faces to the floor
And every day the paper boy brings more.

And if the dam breaks open many years too soon
And if there is no room upon the hill
And if your head explodes with dark forebodings too
I'll see you on the dark side of the moon.

The lunatic is in my head.
The lunatic is in my head
You raise the blade, you make the change
You re-arrange me 'til I'm sane.
You lock the door
And throw away the key
There's someone in my head but it's not me.

And if the cloud bursts, thunder in your ear
You shout and no one seems to hear.
And if the band you're in starts playing different tunes
I'll see you on the dark side of the moon.