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May. 17th, 2006


Finally set my computer back up. My room's still a mess but it's getting better. I think next year I'm getting two big trash bags and whatever doesn't fit doesn't come to school.
I've gotten pretty good at driving back and forth to work. Need gas. I think I take more gas bumming around the Sha than commuting. Which I know isn't true. Weird. Drove home through a big-ass storm.

May. 10th, 2006


Forget about everyone partying tomorrow. They're starting tonight.


*hides head in psyc text*

*y'know, when I'm not wasting time online*

Almost home.

Only have work today, a couple hours and then studying for psyc001. I love exams, there's just so much space between. Though whoever has exams on Friday morning is going to be screwed, because most students finish up on Thursday, so...yeah. Partying. Not by me. I have to get the other bed out of my closet and put it back together.
Yves and I can't wait till fall. She's so sick of her roommate right now, and I'm sick of sharing a bathroom with everyone. She hid in my room for a couple hours last night, until I went to the production ice cream party. It was kinda weird, me and none of the other BREC001 students. I would say she didn't know, but she signed off on my assignments all the time. Eh. Got to take leftover ice cream home. Have already eaten it all.
Woke up to gunshots. Like 4 in the morning. Nothing on the news yet, so I don't know what's up. The joys of living in the ghetto.

May. 8th, 2006

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One down, two more to go. Finished in an hour and twenty minutes out of 2 hours. Last essay was three paragraphs. But I got the extra credit questions right, because my mom loves to tell me scary celebrity stories like the one about Isadora Duncan (her other favorite was the one about Eric Clapton's kid falling out the window), and if there's one thing I remember from Grunske, it's General Winter. Because frozen Swedish meatballs were NOT involved. Alright, that was another war entirely...but it helps me remember stuff about Russia and wars.

Maybe I'll scrap work today. I dunno. I kinda want to get A to go to the midnight breakfast with me. I'm not sure what else I'll get done if I don't...oh, fine, I'll call in. The sun's out, so I can go lay on the grass and read Descartes.

ETA: My four-hour paper got a BC, makred down to a C because it was a half-page short. It had a lot of red on it so I threw it away. But at least I'm not failing the class.

May. 7th, 2006

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I took a break from my mondo-study session because The Neverending Story is on the family channel. I haven't seen it in years.

K. Back to studying.

May. 6th, 2006

My dad sent this to me...

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May. 4th, 2006

Han shot first, George.

So Lucas is releasing the unedited Original Trilogy on DVD.
Eh. I am lame and only learned this from metaquotes. Apparently Star Wars makes people witty.

May. 3rd, 2006

Ooh! Ooh!

The hot dog guy has returned! Take that, wannabe hot dog cart twenty feet away run by food services!
(Seriously. This guy is so successful university food services set up their own cart within sight of hot dog guy's stand. It's just begging to fail.)
I seriously love this guy. I can get a brat with lots of sauerkraut and mustard and a soda and chips and candy for three bucks...wannabe hot dog cart sells for five bucks. I am gonna buy my lunch from hot dog guy for the rest of the week, except tomorrow since we're having a pizza party at work, and who am I to pass up free food?
Summer has begun, you can tell by the unbearable humidity, although that doesn't mean it won't randomly snow before school lets out. I don't think it will, the weather's been a lot milder since the year of the may day blizzard. Though I think that would sufficiently freak out the Illinois gaijin. They'd all be begging out of exams, saying they're too stressed to test...lol.

Apr. 30th, 2006

Buncha savages in this town.

Someone did something to the lock on the bathroom door. I couldn't open it, so I went back to my room to make sure my key worked on the door there. Key works. Go back to bathroom, key does not work. Gave up and went to the basement to use the one there. Sunday mornings, especially the ones following toga parties, are fun.

ETA: Floor bathroom has been propped open. Hopefully no one forgets and closes the door.

Apr. 26th, 2006

Start panicking.

1. Get up.
2. Want to sleep in, can't because it is noisy.
3. Check email.
4. Find out paper is due today.
5. Fuck, paper is due today.
6. Why have I had it written down for Friday for two months?
7. Aren't I glad I got books yesterday?
8. Not very.
9. Cheat margins and switch to a font that looks like Times New Roman but is just a little bigger
10. Finish paper before noon.

I think if I had gotten to class without my paper, I would have cried.

Apr. 7th, 2006

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Happy birthday to systris!

Am bumming around as usual. Scheduled all my classes and got my roomie stuff set, so now A and I are just going nuts waiting for it to be next year already. Woot woot Mashuda, five blocks away from anywhere, lol.
Trying mightily to kill this cold. As fun as NyQuil is, unless I'm asleep I just feel worse, but apparently I can still answer questions about World War I better than anyone in my discussion section. Yes, Marquette, AP World is TOTALLY useless. /sarc

Mar. 30th, 2006

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I do believe I have a wisdom tooth coming in.
Thought it was just a piece of popcorn.
Should not have poked it.
I think it's coming in crooked.
Like I can just run off anytime I want and have it yanked.
Say hello to a terribly painful Easter weekend (well, it was going to be achy anyway, but we arn't going to tourney over Easter anymore).

Mar. 29th, 2006

Who is Kebert Xela?

I took my test-thingy. I missed more than I'd expected, and I'm randomly remembering the RIGHT answers while sitting around watching L&O. I swear I just about hollered "ROBERTO CLEMENTE" a sec ago. At least I didn't waste a day going down to Chicago to do it.
But still, testing for Jeopardy for me is like going on American Idol is for people who think they can sing. I'm rather paranoid about it, a lot of paranoia going on this week, between waiting to hear about the summer job and testing and pitches tomorrow and tourney on Saturday, arghhh. Hopefully no one's checked out Finding Serenity at Raynor yet, I saw it on the reshelving shelf and wanted to check it out but when I got off work it was being shelved...
At the same time I've discovered that I like the 60 cent frozen burritos from Walgreen's about half as much as I like Ziggy's $6 ones...I think it's a fair trade to keep me from spending my meager wages on munchie-foodstuffs.

ETA: I think Kanye West may sue Carlos Mencia. This will be AWESOME.

Mar. 23rd, 2006

Rugby + snow = brr!

Cannot feel my fingers. Typing is helping. Need tea. 'S okay. I have 5 or 6 brownies I stole from the cafeteria and Confucius to study.

South Park last night cracked me the hell up. "I wanna make loooove to ya-- children!" You know there was no way those two were just going to let it go.

Mar. 18th, 2006

St. Patrick's Day, take 2

So we finally got around to feasting. Fortunately, weekend= we're all here= we all work, so good times.
But then again Daisy threw a fit in the middle of dinner.
It's really weird how my parents believe that because I did so many of the same things when I was younger (but NOT when I was eleven, I remind them), I don't get to tell him off. I kinda feel the opposite, like, yeah, I went through the same things, therefore I have more right than ANYONE to tell him to suck it up and move on.
O well. Spent the rest of the night watching old cartoons on YouTube, because I am the queen of the geeks. Better than basic cable ;)

Mar. 17th, 2006

one race of people for whom psychoanalysis is no use whatsoever. -Freud

Walking into the bar, Mike said to Charlie the bartender, "Pour me a stiff one - just had another fight with the little woman."
"Oh yeah?"said Charlie "And how did this one end?"
"When it was over," Mike replied, "she came to me on her hands and knees.
"Really," said Charles, "now that's a switch! What did she say?"
She said, "Come out from under the bed, you little chicken shit".

The corned beef and cabbage is cooking downstairs, I've got Dropkick Murphys blasting, and I'm going to watch The Boondock Saints later. Yay for being Irish (-American) on St. Patrick's Day!

ETA: Dad came home sick, so the feasting is postponed until tomorrow. Which was okay because I got to go see V for Vendetta, which was wicked sweet.

Mar. 13th, 2006

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Do not attempt to adjust your screen. I've used my rename token.

Otherwise, nothing much doing.

Mar. 10th, 2006

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My grandmother sent me a dirty Irish joke for St. Patrick's Day. Never mind that it's next week. I wonder if she's going to keep doing it until it's over?

"Bless me Father, for I have sinned. I have been with a loose woman."
The priest asks, "Is that you, little Timmy Shaughnessy?"
"Yes, Father, it is."
"And, who was the woman you were with?"
"I can't be tellin' you, Father. I don't want to ruin her reputation."
"Well, Timmy, I'm sure to find out sooner or later, so you may as well tell me now. Was it Brenda O'Malley? Was it Patricia Kelly?"
"I'll never tell."
"Was it Sheilah O'Brien?"
"I'm sorry, but I cannot name her."
"Was it Kathleen Morgan?"
"My lips are sealed."
"Was it Fiona Grogan, then?"
"Please, Father, I cannot tell you."
The priest sighs in frustration. "You're a steadfast lad, Timmy Shaughnessy, and I admire that. But you've sinned, and you must atone. You cannot attend church mass for three months. Be off with you now."
Timmy walks back to his pew.
His friend Sean slides over and whispers, "What'd you get?"
"Three month's vacation and five good leads."

Thanks, Seanma.

Mar. 7th, 2006

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Help get my potato to all 50 states!

I think it's cute.

Only a few more days till spring break. Only have one more test XD and Yves gave me a tube of Pringles that her friends brought her but she hates Pringles so I'm eating them, haha.

Mar. 5th, 2006

I hope your friends make you pay XD

I didn't see any of the actors performances up for Best Actor, so when I heard that Phillip Seymour Hoffman would bark his acceptance speech I decided I wanted him to win. So when he won, I freaked out and dragged Yves in to see (she's going, "He's not gonna do it, nah-unh..."), and the bastard DIDN'T BARK. Grrr.
At least "It's Hard Out Here For A Pimp" won Best Song. If that's not screwing with the establishment I don't know what is. I'm gonna be singing that all week. And Clooney's acceptance speech was amazing, it was my favorite all night.

Drunken escapades and superpowers

I really didn't know who to go as. Yves told me to go as Xena, which made me think about going as Lucy Lawless. But then I realized I'd be spending the entire night explaining why Lucy Lawless was a superhero. And then I realized I should ditch the secret identity and go as myself, The Ingratiating Know-It-All, Queen of the Geeks, with a thousand useless facts at her command.
Not a lot of people showed up until Captain Planet and Wonder Woman dragged their wing down. We wondered if it was that no one wanted to dress up as superheroes. So me and Quailman sat around and watched TV until Super Drunk and Super Blue came over.
So while we were banished to the basement in hopes of magically attracting people, I was missing this. "Lazy Sunday" should have clued me in to start taping it again.
We finally got the party started when McCormick showed up, Captain Planet and Wonder Woman with their people and Ajax with her people, and got Boston drunk enough to put the rugby CD in (she kept saying she wasn't drunk enough to listen to it; when I told her to hurry it up she flipped me off); Sketch broke out the beer bong and deflowered all the rookies. We played a little flip-cup, schooled Alaska in the ways of the rugby CD, the hand motions for "Ireland" and the boogies for the rest. I love having rookies around...I can't wait till next year when we have more to school.
None of us were too bad by the end. V came home worse than she'd left and was in bad shape, which kinda marked the end of the night, but all the rookies were still sober (although I had planned on that and made sure I'd come full--Ziggy's burritos prevent drunkenness XD). One of Captain Planet's guests was pretty gone and fell asleep on me in the LIMO. The kid sitting in front of me noticed my shorts and told me I was nuts for wearing them, it's only 30. Yes, it is 30, I said. That's WARM :) I'm wearing them now.

ETA: It's snowing. So much for the shorts.

Mar. 3rd, 2006

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Everybody oughta go and vote in the Teds. I did.
Watching Tommy Boy because German is cancelled and I had History discussion earlier. Another band bus movie. Pretty much anything with Chris Farley or Adam Sandler is a band bus movie. Cept Punch Drunk Love. Also last night on ER the bandos were representin...I loved how the kid was worried about his drum major being mad at him for being in the hospital. I'm in a bando mood.
And oh, they're remaking Hairspray. With John Travolta as Edna Turnblad. Whiskey-tango-foxtrot, yo?

Mar. 1st, 2006


You know those death march workouts that seem like they'll never end and then suddenly do and you feel like hell and the champion of the world at the same time? Tonight was one of those. I'm so happy I went after all.
Plus, Yves gave me food!

Feb. 28th, 2006

morning morning morning

Hi! I'm up before 8:30! I have coffee! Fun! I haven't been up this early in a long time.
So yesterday the DJ went nuts and had a firmware problem, which meant I had to erase everything. Fortunately I'll be home soon so I can rip Dad's CDs and whatever I can find at the library. Woohoo! Spring break! Looking for a summer job! Gonna be working at Taco Bell again because everything in Waukesha is run by nepotism! Gonna need a second or even a third job to be able to afford school next semester!
Someone on my wing is pregnant. Or thinks they are, because they left the EPT box out in the open. It's not gossip if it's true.

Feb. 26th, 2006

Good thing my childhood was already violated, right?

I was excited to hear they were making a movie of Bridge to Terebithia...I love that book so much and it still makes me cry.
But this is not Leslie:
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And this is not Jesse:
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Well, in real life they're AnnaSophia Robb (Violet from Charlie and the Chocolate Factory) and Josh Hutchinson (Walter from Zathura).
Now, maybe they can get Josh to look a little less confident...but I just can't see AnnaSophia as Leslie. No one would mistake her for a boy.

Good morning, I'm going to go have coffee and PopTarts now.

Feb. 23rd, 2006


I had to post, if only to show off the new icon I made from the infamous X Men/Star Trek crossover.

Oh well. Today went okay.
It started like this:
6am: "I don't work till 9."
7am: "I don't work till 9."
8am: "Shit! I work at 9!"

Then, off to workdecorating a book cart like a Mardi Gras float.
Came home and finally had time to do some dread maintenance. They are cute lil babies and need lots of attention. This Saturday I'll fix 'em up good.

Sat through a tolerable BREC035, where I listened to 10 story pitches that started with, "Well, I really haven't given it much thought, but..." which really burns me up, since I spent so much time on my assignment. The assignment was to put an old story into different settings. Mine put Macbeth into Prohibition-era gangland. Most of everyone else's were stories omitting important elements from the source out of ignorance/inattentiveness (escapism of The Wizard of Oz, politics of Robin Hood, etc.) and filled with "I don't know"'s. If I were BREC035 dude, I would have laid the smackdown. How can anyone get into a story when even the storyteller doesn't know what they're telling? But today was a good day, because BREC035 dude liked the story I helped this one kid with, and liked mine, in the five minutes I had left to pitch it after all that "I don't know"-ing.

I'm putting what I learned in Psyc001 to good use by listening to music while studying and the same music while I sleep. Which I could have learned if I watched more Scientific American Frontiers or whatever the PBS show with Alan Alda is called. Most of what I learn in that class is from the videos she shows us.

Rugby tonight. I always get so nervous before I go, because I know how hard it's going to be, but I always feel so good after the circuits. Have to pay them for the dinner tickets I didn't sell, though...I am so glad not to have that $13 balance hanging over me. Plus, I get paid next Wednesday and, more importantly, am actually getting my band stipend from last semester (which I wasn't supposed to get at all), so next week I can turn in my fees.

Anyway. Long entry. Boring. Look at the icon! It's so deliciously geeky!

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Spent most of last night taping shows for MUTV. I set up set and tore down, set up mics, ran the audio board, ran a camera, did CGs...fun!

Feb. 19th, 2006

amanda bynes is powered by teh ebil.

Ruining Shakespeare. Bad girl. I mean, let the tweens distort Romeo and Juliet all they want, but why'd you have to screw with Twelfth Night?
First ruining All That. Then absolutely polluting Nickelodeon. Now ruining Shakespeare. Someone drive a stake through her heart already.

ETA: The absolute worst way to find out your friend is pregnant...is on MySpace. Oh, god.
I guess kinda serves me right for falling off the face of the earth for 6 months.

Feb. 17th, 2006

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Missed rugby last night to finish my Robespierre paper. Which I finished aroun 4am.
I feel like dead :P

ETA: Just back from the French Revolution debate. We killed the king. I like being Robespierre.

Feb. 16th, 2006

es schneit.

No, seriously, it's all pretty and white here. And some people have cancelled classes, but not BREC035, so I still have to go at least to see if anyone shows up.
The heating's all wonky in my room, so I put the window open to circulate the heat. Yes, it's snowing, and I have the window open. But it's the right temperature, at least.
MTV's MADE is doing over a preppy pretty girl who wants to learn to play rugby. Well, slash the preppy and pretty and I already did that. It looks like the MADE coach is going to come from OSU, but they also sent a release to USA Rugby, and since one of our alums works for them now, she passed it on to us. Which is nice, because this season of MADE was kinda not terribly focused, all like "I want to be pretty" and "I want to lose weight." I think if I ever did it mine would be "I want to run away and join the circus." Cirque, here I come :)

ETA: Hey dorklepork, you don't happen to be meeting with MTV on Monday, do you? If not, you should totally crash the meeting...

oh, and this:

What is yours?
Explain yourself
Culinary: Mexican food It's just so tasty... whenever someone says they hate Mexican food, I assume they're not eating at the right place.
Literary: Napalm and SIlly Putty The ramblings of a dirty old man...Carlin has three books that are essentially all about the same thing, and this one's the best. I want to grow up to be dirty and old.
Audiovisual: Survivor I love watching this show...It may not be "The Office" but there's nothing funnier than a woman who is afraid of LEAVES.
Musical: Linkin Park I was one of the first kids at school to own Hybrid Theory...it was just so unusual back then, and I love their mash-up work with Jay-Z.
Celebrity: Yoda? I dunno...I don't really freak out about celebrity (though I do watch ONTD, because it brings the funny for the win so often).

Now I tag:-

smileymelodee touching_heaven millym lasagnahog and madman101

to complete this same Quiz, Its HERE.

Feb. 14th, 2006

the candy goes on sale tomorrow

My boss called me "cynical" because I celebrate Single's Awareness Day. I wasn't aware that that, of all things, was what made me cynical. I would think finding things like this funny was what made me cynical. I like Single's Awareness Day, because I like being single, and I like that the candy goes on sale tomorrow. Even if I had a valentine, they'd have to understand that I would put off celebrating till tomorrow, because the candy goes on sale tomorrow. Why is the candy going on sale tomorrow important? Because I get paid tomorrow. And that is wicked cool.

But I'm trying to be good, so I am just popping my head in to wish everyone to be happy with themselves today, before I head out to finish the five page BREC 35 script, the 3 page paper on Robespierre, and my readings from the Analects of Confucius for PHIL 50.

*knock at door*
*open door to see girl in pjs with wet hair, who stares at the bandaid on my chin (I have a scab, and if I don't cover it, I just pick at instead of doing my homework)*
"Does Ashley live here?"
"Do you know where she lives?"
(there's aparently an Ashley who lives next door to me. not that she's ever spoken to me, except to ask me questions about the ex-roomie for "homework." and I can't remember which side she lives on. besides, they all have their NAMES ON THE DOOR.)

What'd I say about not ever opening that door again?

Feb. 11th, 2006

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I made an icon from the Magic Fridge commercial, and decided I needed to post.
Weekend is going well. I watched 4 of the 8 movies I borrowed from the library, and am probably going to finish tonight. Roger and Me was terrific, back before Moore went completely batshit looney. I love that bunny lady.
It's snowing outside and is very nice and wintery-looking in general.
Ta all.

Feb. 10th, 2006

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I am home.
Mom is in Illinois.
Dad is in China.
Daisy is in bed. Finally.
Which movie should I watch next: Roger and Me or Star Trek: Nemesis?
I think I passed both exams today, though having to refute the Cave allegory is extremely difficult ever since I saw the Matrix. Thanks, Wachowskis.

Feb. 7th, 2006

"it's all your fault!"

Well, not really. But I do seem to cause power outages.
I walked into work, and by 9:30 the electricity was out in Memorial, the AMU, Cramer Hall, and McCormick.
We sat around reading magazines for a few hours.
Quarter to 12, it comes back on. I leave.
It was a good day at work.

Feb. 6th, 2006

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I'm beginning to think I'm allergic to sorting the mail. I started sneezing, my eyes were watering, and I got sent home :( so I watched Myspace- The Movie!
The SuperBowl commercial were dissappointing. But I think I'm in love with Troy Polamalu. His hair is so fluffy, I want to pet it XD
My mom bought me lots of food and my dad made me drive back to school. In his car, which is pristine and I am terrified of crashing. I can feel the car so much better in the Neon, the Taurus drives like butter but I can't tell where I am. But we didn't crash/burn, so it was okay.

Feb. 5th, 2006

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My parents keep teasing me that I came home for the weekend when I should be finding a SuperBowl party of my own. I really wish I could tell them that I can't afford to go out, but then they'd freak out that I spent that money on books now instead of waiting for my check...but honestly, I figured I'd be only waiting a couple of weeks, 3 at the most, to get paid. Not a month. This is seriously crimping my social life :P I only have another week or so. It's gonna be glorious when I finally get paid.

Feb. 4th, 2006

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I slept in! That rocks so much. Now to go hustle and read three chapters of psychology so I don't have to do it on Thursday night and miss rugby due to cramming again.

Feb. 2nd, 2006

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damn. it's a serial poster day :P

finished the FAFSA so my dad could get that off his mind. unfortunately this forces him to file his taxes before he leaves for China on Tuesday.

so all I have left to do tonight is finish 100+ pages of Moll Flanders...

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Older Women Team of Exile Island,
I bet you were feeling kinda stupid when you watched tonight and found out about Tina and Charlie. Besides which, you're gonna starve. You gotta keep the Wisconsinites around, they're always interesting.
Suckers. I was wishing she would kick ass.

I'm blue, badabeebadababadabeebbadabai...

I hate being tired. I can't wait till Saturday when I can sleep in. Will probably only stay asleep till 8. At least I won't have to wake up.
And fire drills? Not fun. Next time, I'm hiding in the closet. Sarah doesn't check too well, and I spent a half hour in a parking lot last night. Never again.
Last night in the middle of Project Runway someone knocked on my door and tried to interview me for a project about people who had trouble with their roommates. She didn't know my name. I didn't know hers either, but I wasn't the one asking questions. I'm never opening that door again. And if I do, the first question I ask is going to be, "What's my name?"
Must create a commercial for Lipton Tea before 3pm. I figured it's probably the product I have the most experience with and should be able to sell. I'm kinda thinking along the lines of the "have some tea" icon that's been floating around here. God. Ich hasse es.

Jan. 31st, 2006

"I will be skinny!"

This is why Pink rules. Rock on.

After you die...
In the Ground

After death, you will cease to exist. In all likelihood, your carcass will be deposited in the ground.

Take this quiz at QuizGalaxy.com

I was kinda hoping for Beetlejuice's waiting room. That'd be cool.

Jan. 30th, 2006


Nothing much happened yesterday, so I give you Fear of Girls.
Somedays I just feel like throwing a tantrum, a la Elvira Kurt: "I don WANNA! AHHHHHH! I DON WANNNA!"
But I did get my books. Unfortuantely I have very little money in my account because of it, so hopefully no one will get a bank statement before I can put my paycheck in there. My parents would kill me if they saw my balance right now, especially if they saw the transactions to Amazon.

Edit: whoever gave me a paid account and extra userpics, keep your secret, I love you awesomely. Thank you so much &hearts

Jan. 28th, 2006


Through some freak chance, two hours of circuit training Thursday night (which was actually really early Friday morning, because we went till midnight) has really pumped up my arms and quads. Everything feels very tight, and I'm starting to worry that I might have to get new clothes not because I got fat, but because I started exercising again. Just call me the Hulk.
Now, if only I weren't too sore to chase down anyone who actually called me that...

Jan. 27th, 2006

a Public Service Announcement

Hey, all my buddies with an underscore at the beginning or end of their username!

If you go to http://www.livejournal.com/rename/use.bml you will find you have a rename token waiting for you. Part of LiveJournal's finnickiness of late is out of attempt to make it more secure and as part of that they are giving everyone subdomains, but it your name is too strange you will wind up at users.livejournal/name instead of name.livejournal. Your new name can't have underscores at the beginning or end of it, I think.

It's not realy well known unless you still read news, which even I don't.

Mine will be changing, but not for a while, because I created a journal to hold my name in the even I ever wound up with a rename token and now I have to wait for it to finish the bahleetion time window.


So fucking sore. I can't hardly move. And I have class on the fifth floor today. I wanna die :P
That, my friends, is what circuit training does to you after being lazy over break, haha.

Jan. 26th, 2006

camo boy

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Somewhere, I have a picture of my friend Alex doing the same thing.

I think they look kinda alike :)

ETA: I just realized the much hated script and continuity teacher does not realize class is supposed to go until 4:50.
I'm not going to tell him. I don't think I could stand another 15 minutes.

Jan. 24th, 2006


Script and Continuity teacher.
You are getting paid to teach the course.
Not me.
Why, then, are you making us teach each other chapters?
If you mention reading a book because you have to interview the author and want to act smug because no one else has read the book, you may want to summarize a selection that was NOT in Newsweek. Although since you are thinking we are too dumb to read, you may be assuming we havent seen it in Newsweek.
I don't like you very much.

Lady who wrote the book we have to read in class.
You take "the art of writing" far too seriously.
It is not "magic" "writing with your heartbeat".
Hard work will do more for your writing than buying a fountain pen will.
I want to smack you with a copy of Ulysses. I don't know why, it just seems like the thing to do.
I do not like your book.


How many Wisconsin college students does it take to change a lightbulb?

At Marquette, it takes two. One to change the bulb and one to explain how they did it every bit as well as any Ivy Leaguer.

At UW-Oshkosh, it takes three. One to change the bulb and two to phone a friend at UW-Green Bay to get instructions.

At UW-Madison, it takes five. One to screw in the bulb and four to figure out how to get high off the old one.

At UW-Eau Claire, it takes six. One to change it, two to mix drinks and three to find the perfect "J.Crew" outfit to wear for the occasion.

At UW-Stevens Point, it takes seven and each one gets four credit hours for it.

At Stout, it takes eight. One to change it and 7 to bitch about how they wouldn't have gone to Eau Claire even if they could have gotten in.

At UW-Whitewater, it takes ten. One to figure out how to screw it in, nine to find an ugly enough lampshade to match their school colors.

At St Norbert, it takes none. They don't screw.

At Beloit, it takes three. One to change it, one to try peircing his tongue with the old one, and one to help control the bleeding and read poetry during the ordeal.

At Lawrence, it takes four. One to change the bulb, one to explain the analogy between electricy and music, one to forget the lightbulb changing appointment in the first place, and one to drive to the party in Ripon.

At UW-Parkside, none. All the students live at home so mommy and daddy change the light bulbs.

At Ripon, it takes 3, one to change the light bulb and 2 to plan the kegger afterwards.

At UW-La Crosse, it takes 1, but it takes him 6 years.

At UW-Platteville, it takes 5. One to change the light bulb and 4 to hold the sheep still while he's on the ladder.

At Superior, none- Superior doesn't have electricity yet.

At Carthage, it takes 1, he just holds the bulb and waits for the world to revolve around him.

At UW-Milwaukee, none, UWM looks better in the dark anyway.

At Marian, it takes 4, one to unscrew the bulb and three to argue that they would have screwed it if given the chance.

Jan. 23rd, 2006

shady me

Kinda-grr, the library's only giving me 10 hours a week and won't let me take them all on Tuesday and Thursday. Plus I think my boss thinks I am shady.
*pokes brain* You have nothing else to do-- why are you refusing to be creative? I swear as soon as I get some money I'll find you some food you actually like, will you do me a favor and get to work? I went ahead and organized all my drabbles and summaries and whatevers, can we start? I love you, brain, I really do, but you frustrate me a lot sometimes.

Jan. 21st, 2006


I got a job! Yeehah!
So to reward myself, I bought Guns, Germs, and Steel and Marvel 1602, which scans_daily has gotten me hooked on. Ahh! I have income again! So happy!
It is, as we say, a real job, where I don't get burned off of quesadilla makers and sworn at in Hmong. I'm working for the Interlibrary Loan Department at Raynor. So, as Herr Doktor J says, "There are three sexes: men, women, and librarians." Lol.

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