I yearn for Metroid-shaped foodstuffs from you.

Wait; I thought you were going to be around another semester. You're not? Fuck.

No, I still have one more term. And I'll probably be around for a bit after that, too. A bit meaning at least until the end of next (academic) year.

And I've totally got my minions working on Metroid-style (yet vegan) food items. By minions, I mean genius culinary friends. My kitchen, soon, will be turned into a Mother Brain-growing lab. Hopefully I won't have trouble with invading space pirates...

Glad to hear you've made it safely across the country. Oy. Journeys, eh? Crazy.

I shall be in touch; I'll be down in Portland at some point(s) this summer--maybe I can convince little vegan Stacy to trek down with me? She's coming tomorrow and staying for a bit over a week. Hmm. And I haven't seen my sister in a while. We shall see. Also, I have to eat your food and meet Jay.

Pretty piece of writing. Actually, "pretty" sounds kind of fluffy and inconsequential, but that's not how I meant it. Lyrical, I guess.

"And I'd like to fall asleep to beat of you breathing" is the line that has stuck with me the most from any Weakerthans song; it pops into my head when I'm doing random things like walking down the road or counting things at work.

Also, there's this email draft thing saved in a computer-moldy folder. As you might guess, it's a reply to your monstrous email about school-things. I had stuff to say. I still do. But sometimes I'm just a lazy bastard, you see? It's one of those things we like to call "flaws."

Oh, and not to mention that I kind of get the feeling that you'll be needing a quarantine from school talk.

Comment status: way too fucking long.

that pictures is great:-)

Crap, the comments just keep adding up. I guess that'll teach me to nap all day.

Liene: yes. Come visit me. Soon. (But not too soon, because I don't yet have water.) Bring Colin, too, because he's funny and cute and awesome.

And the eating food and meeting Jay and whatnot will be awesome, yes. Hopefully sometime soon, Jay and I will have similar days off, too, and we can trek up to Seattle for fun and excitement. Oh. God. So much fun will be had throughout this summer. [Dear World, I.O.U. one thrill. Excitedly, Sean.]

Gabrielle: Thanks. (Also for not killing the Kung Fu Cat. That would have been tragic, and not in the good way I oftentimes use the word, but in the bad way that would have {driven me to drive} [<-- I like this phrase] out to whatever corner of the great banshee north you dwell in and convince you to do otherwise).

And whenever you get around to replying to my email is fine. Or never, really. I'd feel hurt and rejected, but the postmodern beer drinking advice helps out in a variety of situations, including dealing with feeling hurt and rejected. Also, yes, quarantine from school would be so awesome. If only it were possible. [Dear school, I told you to fuck off and die, no? Then why is almost half of the stuff I brought home books, papers, and notes for my Plan? I hate you more and more. Love, Sean.]

Rebecca-who-I-don't-think-I-know: Thank you.

I think. [pictures?]

it happened last saturday, at beverly beach in a large wooden yurt, Niel in black and Katie in PINK...unbelievable...wish you were there, wonderful feelings, sadness, moving on...sunshine, hugging, smooch, smooch, from Mrs. Katie L. Schaub...write back when time allows, love
Patty and Mike

yes, i am almost a college graduate and i still can't spell...

i am a friend of jen's. you have commented on comments i have made on jen's journal mainly re: tv shows.

Sean, Rebecca is "purplekat99" on LiveJournal. She's the one who shares your love for the West Wing and Scrubs...

Ah, I see.

Yay for schooling!