2 Days: 10 Days: I Don't Know What Day It Is

No, seriously. I don't. Nor do I intend to worry about it.

But really, you have to admit- this follow-up two days after my last post has to be a record for the inactivity we've all experienced on SuperKarateMonkeyDeathCar over the summer. Yay me.

Well, as we all know and have probably been in denial about, the crew is finally breaking up to go back to school or on to other things. Moussolini is in Texas; Milosevic is going home tomorrow for a brief sojourn, then is on to Texas; Kalashnikov leaves for Texas in 10 days; her brother leaves for Texas around that time as well.... hmmm. It seems to me that this is not so much a "breakup" as it is a "fleeing for the hills" (in a manner of speaking. I doubt there are really many hills to be spoken of in Texas, and those that ARE present are not particularly noteworthy). It's like we won at the Alamo or something.

Just kidding.

Anyway, we just had a party over at Meghan's to celebrate her departure. I probably didn't say that right. But you get what I mean. Lots of game-playing, competition, and team angst all around. Good times.

However, remembering all these early departure times has made ME a bit angsty about when I'm supposed to be leaving; this is primarily due to the fact that the school year fast approaches and I am in a continual state of not having a clue what day it is. My point is, I might have to leave tomorrow, but I wouldn't know because dates are meaningless to me throughout the summer. Something should be done to rectify this situation.

My proposition is, that I take a shower because I can't shake the dubious feeling that I carry the smell of the skunk that was recently run over on I-94, between the Jackson Rd. and Zeeb Rd. exits. No, I was NOT the one to run the skunk over. But I definitely passed in close proximity, and anyone who knows me knows that I have a ridiculously strong sense of smell, especially late at night. Yep, shower it is.

Nighty night, folks!
-Melissa "Skunks Sometimes Do Handstands" VandeVoorde

Manifesto: White Wedding: Death Approaches

...and with it, comes the school year. Brief show of hands: who still has tons to do in preparation for school this fall? ... Yes, that's what I thought. But this school year may bring what it has never brought before: a car. Won't that be exciting? Now, I'm not saying I can actually afford to use a car, gas prices and Middle Eastern conflicts being what they are; but at least I have the option open to me this time. All the same, I still have to get my registration, orientation, and living places completely arranged in the next couple of weeks.

With all of this planning going on, wedding plans are progressing steadily as well. We've got the dress, we're working on reception halls and catering, and still have to figure out when we'll have the time to take all the classes required for marriage prep. We'll see how it goes- at least our sponsor couple (The Cousino's) are way awesome.

In unrelated news, the dictators and I have managed to gather all of us together before everybody goes their separate ways. This, as you may expect, resulted in none too few raised voices, fists of anger, and all-around crimes against humanity. But it also resulted in something that none would suspect: a rough draft of our dictatorial constitution, complete with mission statement and several amendments. I think, given our status as high-ranking officials with anti-cultural bents, we should relabel the constitution The Manifesto. A final draft will be available soon, most likely as a warning to all those who cross our path. Also, we bid a warm welcome to Natalie and Joe, who have joined us as Rasputin and either Genghis Khan or Mao Tse Tung. We haven't quite decided yet.

Anyway, my computer does not have the wherewithal to put up with me searching for links for this post, which I promise will improve with the school year. I hope. If not, I will find a white flag of surrender and offer myself up as defeated by dial-up.

-Melissa "A conclusion is simply the place where you got tired of thinking" VandeVoorde