This title feature, while cool at first, really just serves as a reminder of my creative bankruptcy. I don’t want to turn it off, though - that would be giving up. I think after this, I’m going to start using randomly generated words and stick them in.

As for this weekend - I told my friend Jess about the disappointing turnout at Bloomsday, and lamented the lack of whiskey and enthusiasm in the reading of Ulysses. Whereupon Jess came up with an idea - “I know! Let’s have a party at my place on Friday night, and we’ll get trashed and read James Joyce!” The theme expanded to become a drunken Irish poetry reading, and the boyfriend and I headed to the creepy library to check out books for the party (we are, indeed, that nerdy). It’s not so creepy when there’s other people with you, thank goodness. Anyway, we ended up only reading one poem, and spent the rest of the time just drinking and talking. I’m not much of a bar-fly; dancing is fun, but not when people spill beer on your cute shoes, and drunken frat boys come and accost you. Just drinking with a few friends is nicer; I had a lot of fun that night. And a raging hangover in the morning, might I add. I spent the rest of Saturday recuperating, for the most part.

Yesterday I went with the boyfriend to look for apartments in the fall. We drove by a place that had a “for rent” sign, and also a garage sale. It turned out the place wasn’t for rent, but the people were really nice - they’re leaving in a month, and are basically looking to get rid of their stuff. They said, “Name a price, and we’ll give it to you.” I ended up getting a bicycle, helmet and lock; a DVD player; and an office chair, for $35, all the money that we collectively had on us. Score. And all of this was cheaper than a haircut at Beauty Brands, too (bleh).

Thursday the boyfriend and I, along with another girl who we don’t know very well, are driving up to St. Paul/Minneapolis for an environmental conference called “Bringing the Church back to the Earth.” I’m going, despite the fact that I’m agnostic, because I’m the ecojustice coordinator at my local volunteering center. Hopefully they’re cool with that (they should be, if they’re progressive Christians). I’m excited, of course, because it’s Minnesota and that’s how I hooked up with the boyfriend in the first place (on a drama trip, which is a long story for another time). I’m a bit terrified, too, cause I’ve never even driven to Kansas City, let alone Minnesota. As long as we get on a nice stretch of highway, hopefully empty of people and deer, with cruise control, I should be fine, right?