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|Monday, March 28th, 2005|
I think I'm having one of those odd moments of clarity. I don't know what's clear. All I know is that it is. So I spent a couple hours today dressed up as a cow to pass out flyers in the DIAG. It was actually quite productive. People are surprisingly receptive to a cow and a chicken doing the chicken dance in the center of all activity on campus. I actually have a relatively easy week, aside from all the shit I have to read. What up now, bitches!
|Saturday, February 5th, 2005|
|Home on a Saturday
This is the first time in three weeks that I haven't been out of town for fencing. The tournament this weekend ended today, which was awesome, because I have so much time to do hw tomorrow. It was a really fun tourney, because the hotel we stayed at had a karaoke bar, which is just plain fun. We deicided to try to get a bunch of people together to go to a karaoke bar sometime because we liked it so much. I ended up winning 8 out of 10 bouts, and the ones I lost I only lost by 1 point, so a pretty good weekend overall. I really have nothing more to say and I'm kind of hungry, so I'll stop here.
|Wednesday, January 5th, 2005|
|Wednesday, December 29th, 2004|
Following our great decision to stuff Edna, Krastina and myself into my dark closet and get drunk, we have the aftermath:
1 mysterious bruised bottom
1 mysterious bump on the head
1 mysteroius alcoholic
2 mysterious spots on the carpet
2 mysterious piercings
2 mysterious hangovers
3 mysteriously confused girls
4 mysterious witnesses, one by phone
5 mysterious phonecalls to Brenda of which no one has any recollection, excluding him
6 mysteriously large shots of vodka (also mysteriously disappeared)
7 mysterious trips to the bathroom
8 mysterious things to regret, as yet unknown
9 mysterious inches of penis
10 mysterious minutes of confusion this morning
infinity of mysterious moans
|Friday, December 17th, 2004|
So I've completely finished holiday shopping. Yay for me. Now all I have to do is actually finish giving out presents, most of which are some cheap type of candy. blah. I'm bored out of my mind, otherwise I wouldn't even be posting something a s boring as this. I think if I keep getting this bored I'll at least improve my typing skills, so it's worth a try. Maybe I could do Mavis Beacon to waste some time. I wish I had that here with me.I really do need help. I think I only type like twenty words per minute. Think how long it takes me to type each essay. Forever. At least I wasn't being too big of a dumbass today. In fact I can't think of anything extraordinarily stupid that I might have done today. That kind of makes me sad. It leaves me nothing to talk about. I can only write about stupid things my friends did. a few days ago I moved my computer and my friend came over and watched me type for like five minutes, then looked around the room and at my desk, and was like: "hey, where's your computer" after they had been watching me type for like five minutes. That person went on to do something else really stupid that I can't remember at the moment, but I remember it being really funny, so just laugh and pretend you know too.
|Sunday, December 12th, 2004|
|my newest way to avoid hw
I know this is going to just sound stupid, but until yesterday I did not know of the greatness of itunes. I never knew that you could listen to the music from all the people that were connected to the network. I can't believe that nobody deemed it necessary to inform me of this until yesterday. Since then I have been going through the playlists of many different people and listening to the music I want without having to pay for anything. And the whole thing is legal. I'm happy now.
|Friday, December 10th, 2004|
|So I'm about the stupidest person ever
I had only one thing to do, and it could possibly have been the simplest thing ever. All I had to do was take my application for an apartment and drop it off at the management company. This ounds simple to most people, but I , (possibly) the stupidest person ever, managed to screw it up immensely. Let me set up a nice little setting for you: it's gray and it has been raining since God knows when , and it is very chilly. I of course did not think of windchill when I got dressed and was only wearing minimal protectiong against the rain. I figure I won't really be outside for very long. After class I went to eat lunch with my friend and started on my trek to Hoover street on south campus, which is about .5 miles from where I was. Upon my arrival to the street where I thought the place was, I notice that the address I remembered did not exist. So, at this point I got a little worried and decided to get out the stuff and look at it. It turns out that the place is not on Hoover, but on Huron, which is in the exact opposite direction, so of course I turn around and start walking the 1-1.5 miles to Huron. Once I reached Huron and found the place, I discovered that the door was locked. Luckily, the restaurant below it is owned by the same person, so I dropped the stuff off with somebody there. I get out of the restaurant with my hair a mess, my nose runny, and my face completely red, and I decide that I've walked this far, why not walk the final 1.5-2 miles to get home. So now I'm finally home, and it only took me about 1.5 hours to get here, cuz I'm about the stupidest person ever.
|Monday, December 6th, 2004|
|Saturday, June 19th, 2004|
I was truly hurt by a comment made by a person who will remain nameless about my incredibly important task. I feel so misunderstood, and it may just be the truth of the matter, but my mission is not to be put off by people who don't understand its meaning. I will persevere, though I realize that my task may lead to mocking by society or just this one person. I can only hope that someday people will be able to pursue their dreams without being mocked by the people who are too ashamed to reveal their own, let alone try to achieve them. You as reader(s) should understand me, yet I find no compassion in your comments. I foind only scorn from the outside world, and so I am destined to live a life of emotional misery, saved only by the knowledge that Jesus loves me.
In other news, I just got back from Sand Diego and San Jose, which was pretty fun. I wish I could have gone to LA to visit a friend, but the places where Rivkie was being tested weren't close enough. I spent about 32 hours in the sun, for which I have skin that is about half a shade darker than usual. I willingly will display my rather beautiful tan by aiding people with a comparison to my pleasantly pale shoulder. I think I heard snickers following that last sentence, probably the same person who spoke so rudely about my task. I have to go, cuz J needs the computer.
'night Current Mood: enraged
|Thursday, June 10th, 2004|
|The ongoing challenge
I am up to 25/34. I think that despite the seeming impossible-ness of this task I may end up beating the high score by the end of the summer. I wish that I could know who achieved the high score of 34 (if such a person exists), because I'd like to shake their hand. Maybe that person would be more of a loser than even I am. I noticed that ESPN has been trying to expand the definition of the term sport by airing competitions in things such as poker and math. I think that I should go to them with my idea about a reality show featuring a person who is trying to beat the high score in worm on her calculator. I think it could get an emmy for best cast or something like that. People need to be aware of the struggle that I go through everyday, and I'd like to get some damn sympathy. Sammi left her book here. I think I might hide it in case she comes over to look for it, because she also left some food in the trunk of my car. I hate when people do that, because I have a policy about things that are left in my car that tends to end with bad things. I figure that if I didn't bring 'em in, then I don't have to take them out, so food should never be left in my car. I'd rather have my car smell like an elephant who ate mexican food shat in it than go against my morals. I may be stubborn, but it is only because I know that I'm right.
bye Current Mood: apathetic
|Tuesday, June 8th, 2004|
|Sorry, but I'm once again completely bored
I wonder whether it is truly wise to post something on the internet for anyone to read while one is bored. I know that I tend to say incredibly stupid and possibly insulting things when I'm bored,and I have noticed that I only update when incredibly bored, and it is also apparent that my posts are nothing interesting. Maybe I should try to update when I'm not bored, which would be hard, because the whole not being bored thing implies that I actually have something to do, which I don't. I think that I'm happier with things that way, because it helps me keep my options open, rather than always wondering about work. I had a very odd night yesterday (and a few hours of today too, I guess), because I met this character who I've heard some things about, and he completely denied them, but eventually he told me the truth, but in a very different light from the one I had been told before. I have to say that his argument was fairly pathetic, because he was trying to make excuses so that I would take his number. I took it, then gave it to my friend's brother. I figured that I was really doing both of them a favor by making the connection between them. Maybe one day they'll invite me to the wedding, I wonder if I can be a bridesmaid if there is no bride. I'll be a 'brides'maid, and I'll get to wear a truly horrendous dress for the occasion. Another thing that happened was that he asked me about some mutual acquaintances, and I was bored, and therefore insulting, so I hope he is at least discreet. I think I'll just continue writing because this has at least spared me some of the boredom that haunts me constantly. I've decided that I will attempt to beat the high score for worm on my calculator, and I'm up to 22 out of 34, but I'm starting to believe that someone may have just programmed that high score into the calculator, because this daunting task is beginning to seem impossible. I think this should be the plot of the next great Tom Cruise movie, Mission Impossible:3. Hey, my idea for a plot is at least better than the plot of the second one, plus it would allow Tom Cruise to explore his range, because the struggle is just as muchan emotional one. The constipated look as he concentrates, then the defeated one every time he fails, but the best thing about this movie would be that the mission would actually be impossible, even for Tommy boy. Maybe he could have a heart attack and die from all the stress related to his inability to achieve that which is unachievable. That or there could be a freak accident with a paper shredder that causes his fingers to be amputated so that he can no longer play on the calculator, but then what if he got prosthetics. No, it will have to be death.
Okay, I've had enough, goodnight