This March marks the fifth year of deepsicks dot com!
Five years old, baby honey! SOOOO BIG!
I’d like to celebrate with more than mac n cheese (called Kraft Dinner here, all culture shockingly, commercial soundbite trashproud pearly whites), but five-year-olds like garish food with fridge-triage tomato and fake meat, yeah?
I hope so, I could press no more, or imagine, I’ve taken to eating trainwrecks and gallons of caffeine. I’ve just over a month left this term, and it’s heading full on. I had a pile of fun projects lined up for spring break, but turned out schooling the whole time, so maybe this summer? Or, just, later? Or just, aw shucks, we’ll see.
I went dancing a couple weeks ago, hooking eyes and whoas at Bad Boy Bill and Alex Peace, down dirty Chicago house DJs pushing me closer to home than I’ve felt in a long time, thankyouverymuch, with a flighty, sweet crowd of smiles and hell yeahs. The brain forgets what the body remembers the mind forgives what I can’t won’t don’t you have to take it easy sometimes, hey? with the split down the middle, the duality, self expression possession you n mes. I have to take it easy.
Check out my new toy!
His name is Gish, the Google Fish. Yeah, he’s corporate swag, but he’s the most adorable corporate swag in existence. He don’t preach; we get along swimmingly. I won him in my Information Retrieval class as top prize in the Google quiz, which had less to do with knowing about Google than understanding logic. He’s sooooo cute. He hides in my pocket but swims in my heart.
Lastly, if any y’all nerds are on Facebook, I finally got sedated, dragged kicking scowling. It’s kinda fun.