Dear Blog,
Gnaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaarg!!!!!!!
That is directed at my e-vil neighbors.
Only, if it were intelligible, it'd be a string of expletives to make a sailor blush.
I hate these people. We have a noise agreement with them, where all they have to do is keep their music at a decent level after 8:00 at night.
But they can't even do that.
*was kept up by them last night, woke up by them early this morning*
Angrily yours,
Me
Thursday, November 29, 2001
Last night, I discovered that I have an anti-perfect streak or something. Why? I was watching Pleasantville last night (two kids from the 90's get sucked into a 50's sitcom, where everything's perfect and black and white, but thanks to their interference things begin to get colored and imperfect, but the overall message is sort of they're better off unperfect. Perfect's boring) And I'd forgotten how much I love that movie. I mean, I like things that are somewhat clever, sort of in the genre of humor + drama, but I especially like this movie.
Then I got to thinking of how much I love this book called Villains by Necessity (by Eve Forward), it's my favorite ever. It's about this world where the epic struggle between good and evil has occured--and good has won. Only, because of this imbalance, the world is quickly heading toward destruction. Several villians have to get together to bring evil back to the world and save everything. I never really analysed it before, until I was talking to another friend the other day, and she had brought up another issue in the book, that people aren't just black and white, good or evil, that there's so many dimensions (that reminds me of Pleasantville too). She wanted to know what it was about, and I thought hmm... it's partly about how the good people are forcing good on people who aren't, whether they want to or not (which is something her and I talk about a certain amount) and that got me into analyzing other parts of the book too.
Then, I remembered how much I liked Gattica, where even if you're genetically engineered to be perfect, and you're part of an elite class, your life can suck (Jude Law's character, who's the perfect man--genetics-wise, who has tried to commit suicide a couple times)
And how much I loved Brave New World--another one involving genetics, but other things as well, such as conditioning. It's the perfect world, but then you realize there's no art, no emotion, and everyone gets high and watches porno movies just to deal with their lives.
So....that's my inane self/book/movie evaluation for today :P
Then I got to thinking of how much I love this book called Villains by Necessity (by Eve Forward), it's my favorite ever. It's about this world where the epic struggle between good and evil has occured--and good has won. Only, because of this imbalance, the world is quickly heading toward destruction. Several villians have to get together to bring evil back to the world and save everything. I never really analysed it before, until I was talking to another friend the other day, and she had brought up another issue in the book, that people aren't just black and white, good or evil, that there's so many dimensions (that reminds me of Pleasantville too). She wanted to know what it was about, and I thought hmm... it's partly about how the good people are forcing good on people who aren't, whether they want to or not (which is something her and I talk about a certain amount) and that got me into analyzing other parts of the book too.
Then, I remembered how much I liked Gattica, where even if you're genetically engineered to be perfect, and you're part of an elite class, your life can suck (Jude Law's character, who's the perfect man--genetics-wise, who has tried to commit suicide a couple times)
And how much I loved Brave New World--another one involving genetics, but other things as well, such as conditioning. It's the perfect world, but then you realize there's no art, no emotion, and everyone gets high and watches porno movies just to deal with their lives.
So....that's my inane self/book/movie evaluation for today :P
Argh....I'm bad at being a delinquent.
I skipped history today, and I'm all like worrying about it and stuff.
Heh, the funny thing is I skipped because it was raining, I couldn't find my deoderant (still can't, I must be rather sweaty :P), and I wanted to sleep later.
Well, that's not the funny thing....the funny thing was that my roommate also wanted to sleep later. So we both skipped and napped together.
As the old saying goes, "the roommates that skip together, stay together."
heh, also, it's not the first time we've had a group nap. We're a bit odd.
I skipped history today, and I'm all like worrying about it and stuff.
Heh, the funny thing is I skipped because it was raining, I couldn't find my deoderant (still can't, I must be rather sweaty :P), and I wanted to sleep later.
Well, that's not the funny thing....the funny thing was that my roommate also wanted to sleep later. So we both skipped and napped together.
As the old saying goes, "the roommates that skip together, stay together."
heh, also, it's not the first time we've had a group nap. We're a bit odd.
Wednesday, November 28, 2001
Last night I had a discussion with my roommate, and she raised an interesting hypothesis: Living in our dorm is like living in a crazy house.
Evidence to back this hypothesis:
1. They put the nuts two to a room, (unless they're violent) at least in every movie I've ever seen
2. We get all sorts of weird screams and stuff coming through the the walls and the window, thanks to all the drunkies
3. It's very institutional (white, etc.)
Evidence to refute this hypothesis:
1. Nuthouse rooms are far more spacious than our room.
2. They don't give us any drugs.
Evidence to back this hypothesis:
1. They put the nuts two to a room, (unless they're violent) at least in every movie I've ever seen
2. We get all sorts of weird screams and stuff coming through the the walls and the window, thanks to all the drunkies
3. It's very institutional (white, etc.)
Evidence to refute this hypothesis:
1. Nuthouse rooms are far more spacious than our room.
2. They don't give us any drugs.
Tuesday, November 27, 2001
You do not know true terror until you wake up in the middle of the night with "Beat it" in your head.
Which I was doing circa 4 a.m. last night.
And it was the Chipmunks version.
Heh, I tried to get it out, trying to get Incubus's latest in there instead, at least.
But IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII wish you were here kept turning into
IIIIIIIIIIIIIIII just wanna fly. Which I didn't want in there much more than the chipmunk "beat it."
eerie
Oh, and I also had a revelation the other day, similar to this:
Portions of my brain are dedicated to storing -- and periodically retrieving with no warning -- the theme song from The Flintstones. A really good section, too. I've occasionally forgotten my own phone number, my social security number, my proper place in civilized society. But not for one picosecond have I been able to forget that I will, with the Flintstones, have a yabba-dabba-doo time, whatever that is. I can't help but think that this brainspace would have been better used memorizing the rare earth metals section of the Periodic Table (Atomic Numbers 58-71 and 90-103) or the names of all of Charlie's Angels (Kelly, Sabrina, Jill, Kris, Tiffany, and Julie).
Portions of my brain constantly store and retrieve quotes from The Simpsons, Romeo and Juliet, and Red Dwarf.
Like, people are getting sick of me being like, "That reminds me of this one Simpsons, when...." (My personal favorites are "But stupid babies need the MOST care!" and "Remember Alf, Bart? Well now he's back. In Pog form!")
And.....as for RD and RJ, I keep that to myself. People'd be concerned if all the sudden out of nowhere I was like, "Oh happy dagger!" or "Civil blood makes civil hands unclean." That last quote would probably make a good title for a FOX special about police brutality. I can just hear the announcer, "When civil blood makes civil hands unclean!" Uhm... I guess that's a lot funnier in my head, where you can actually hear the announcer's voice :P
As for RD, no one ever knows about it, and they are kind of wierd. The ones that tend to come into my brain without warning are:
"He was in for a battle royale with a samurai toaster! Talkie Toaster (Patent applied for) $9.99 (plus tax)"
"Cow's milk? We ran out of that yonks ago! That's dog's milk!"
"It'll get itself knackered out eating me to death, then you can strike!"
And my favorite.....
"I hope you raked the sand back afterwards. That'd be a hell of a lie to get into. You're one off the par, and your ball gets stuck in Lister's buttock crevasse. You'd need more than a niblick to get out of that!
Are you saying my bum's big?
Big?? It's like two badly parked volkswagens!"
Which I was doing circa 4 a.m. last night.
And it was the Chipmunks version.
Heh, I tried to get it out, trying to get Incubus's latest in there instead, at least.
But IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII wish you were here kept turning into
IIIIIIIIIIIIIIII just wanna fly. Which I didn't want in there much more than the chipmunk "beat it."
eerie
Oh, and I also had a revelation the other day, similar to this:
Portions of my brain are dedicated to storing -- and periodically retrieving with no warning -- the theme song from The Flintstones. A really good section, too. I've occasionally forgotten my own phone number, my social security number, my proper place in civilized society. But not for one picosecond have I been able to forget that I will, with the Flintstones, have a yabba-dabba-doo time, whatever that is. I can't help but think that this brainspace would have been better used memorizing the rare earth metals section of the Periodic Table (Atomic Numbers 58-71 and 90-103) or the names of all of Charlie's Angels (Kelly, Sabrina, Jill, Kris, Tiffany, and Julie).
Portions of my brain constantly store and retrieve quotes from The Simpsons, Romeo and Juliet, and Red Dwarf.
Like, people are getting sick of me being like, "That reminds me of this one Simpsons, when...." (My personal favorites are "But stupid babies need the MOST care!" and "Remember Alf, Bart? Well now he's back. In Pog form!")
And.....as for RD and RJ, I keep that to myself. People'd be concerned if all the sudden out of nowhere I was like, "Oh happy dagger!" or "Civil blood makes civil hands unclean." That last quote would probably make a good title for a FOX special about police brutality. I can just hear the announcer, "When civil blood makes civil hands unclean!" Uhm... I guess that's a lot funnier in my head, where you can actually hear the announcer's voice :P
As for RD, no one ever knows about it, and they are kind of wierd. The ones that tend to come into my brain without warning are:
"He was in for a battle royale with a samurai toaster! Talkie Toaster (Patent applied for) $9.99 (plus tax)"
"Cow's milk? We ran out of that yonks ago! That's dog's milk!"
"It'll get itself knackered out eating me to death, then you can strike!"
And my favorite.....
"I hope you raked the sand back afterwards. That'd be a hell of a lie to get into. You're one off the par, and your ball gets stuck in Lister's buttock crevasse. You'd need more than a niblick to get out of that!
Are you saying my bum's big?
Big?? It's like two badly parked volkswagens!"
Monday, November 26, 2001
Yay for my thanksgiving break, it actually went quite well. No major arguements with my mom, no other debacles. Only being bit on the foot by my sis's new puppy. But I can deal with that :P
Heh, speaking of bad thanksgivings..... last year, bay-bee:
Our sink backed up when we were trying to clean up after dinner.
The kitchen sink shares a junction with our washer.
We had a load in our washer.
Wash=full of stuff you don't want your wash full of
We call a plumber
He's an incompetant dumbass of a plumber
My mom says so in front of the poor man.
Ta da.....that was my production of "Thanksgiving Last Year." I'm hoping to adapt it into a fast-paced musical starring Julie Andrews.
Heh, speaking of bad thanksgivings..... last year, bay-bee:
Our sink backed up when we were trying to clean up after dinner.
The kitchen sink shares a junction with our washer.
We had a load in our washer.
Wash=full of stuff you don't want your wash full of
We call a plumber
He's an incompetant dumbass of a plumber
My mom says so in front of the poor man.
Ta da.....that was my production of "Thanksgiving Last Year." I'm hoping to adapt it into a fast-paced musical starring Julie Andrews.
Gah, my baby toe hurts?
Do you know why?
IT WAS RIPPED OFF BY A SAVAGE BEAST.
Okay, okay, it wasn't ripped off, it was bitten. And the savage beast is my sister's puppy, Teddy.
But don't let his cuteness fool you (she said, without showing a picture of the dog)
He drew blood! And bit me two other places and broke the skin, there. Apparently the humping is being replaced by harder biting. Grrrr.....
I swear, it bled for quite awhile.
Oh, and he bit the non gimpy foot! So now I have NO good foot, they're both gimpy. What have I done to deserve this? :P
Do you know why?
IT WAS RIPPED OFF BY A SAVAGE BEAST.
Okay, okay, it wasn't ripped off, it was bitten. And the savage beast is my sister's puppy, Teddy.
But don't let his cuteness fool you (she said, without showing a picture of the dog)
He drew blood! And bit me two other places and broke the skin, there. Apparently the humping is being replaced by harder biting. Grrrr.....
I swear, it bled for quite awhile.
Oh, and he bit the non gimpy foot! So now I have NO good foot, they're both gimpy. What have I done to deserve this? :P
Friday, November 23, 2001
Oh and grrr....I have to put a (bad) word in for my folk's new computer chair.
1) to get the arms under the desk I have to put it down really low (all the way, lower than is comfortable)
2) Trying to move the thing an inch, I practically strain myself, the roller makes it so hard. Bleh.
3) The old one was great, and it didn't need to be replaced. But my Mom lusts after the one I have at school (where it's the proper size for the desk there + I have tile floor + the one provided by the school is incredibly painful) and my sister's that she has at her house (which I hate that one too). Waaaah!
1) to get the arms under the desk I have to put it down really low (all the way, lower than is comfortable)
2) Trying to move the thing an inch, I practically strain myself, the roller makes it so hard. Bleh.
3) The old one was great, and it didn't need to be replaced. But my Mom lusts after the one I have at school (where it's the proper size for the desk there + I have tile floor + the one provided by the school is incredibly painful) and my sister's that she has at her house (which I hate that one too). Waaaah!
*sigh* I wish my blog could be like his
Uhm.....only, without the porn joke jag he's been on lately :P
Not that I don't make jokes about porn. But mine are funny. And involve buccaneers!
Uhm.....only, without the porn joke jag he's been on lately :P
Not that I don't make jokes about porn. But mine are funny. And involve buccaneers!
Wednesday, November 21, 2001
Sexing Fruit Flies
It's funny how a certain song can take you back in time......
Last night I was listening to the radio, and I heard Sean Mullins's Rockabye, which swoooooooooosh, suddenly I was thinking about Junior year of high school. (thats when it was popular)
I started thinking about how great Junior year was.
Yes, this is candy coating nostalgia, I know things weren't quite the rose colored haze that my memory makes them out to be, but still, sophmore and junior year were damn good times for me, sometimes I even think that I (sadly) peaked there.
The song particularly reminds me of driving home from school--because that's when I had the radio on. But it reminds me that it was always dark out, because I was driving home late. Why? Scholastic Bowl--the one time in my life that I've ever had passion about anything, that I've ever put work into, and not lost interest in, is Scholastic bowl--kept me at school late. Yes, I know I'm a dork..... (Scholastic Bowl is sort of a competative trivia game) I also remember coming home late after "sexing fruit flies."
Heh, I know "sexing fruit flies" sounds dirty, but it's basically looking at them under a microscope to tell whether they are male or female. I'm not exactly sure why we had to mark down how many we had of each, but we did. (the whole thing was part of a genetics experiment in biology). They didn't give us enough time in class to do it, and out of our group of four, only two of us could come after class, and most other groups went before class, so usually the deserted lab would have just me and my best friend Karen. Weird as it sounds, I think I've had some of the deepest conversations in my life while sexing fruit flies.
Sophmore year and junior year were when my friendships were the strongest. Me and my small group of close knit friends talked all the time, I felt more accepted than I ever have in my life. I got the internet, Junior year. I found a community of people that I loved.
But now scholastic bowl's over. Karen and I started to grow apart even before we graduated, I'm not "mature" enough for her. My other friends hardly e-mail me at all, not e-mailing me even when I notify them I am going through a wrenching arguement with my mother. And my online community...........dead. People gradually drift away online too, I guess. But when people drift away, it hurts. It's worse than not having them in the first place.
Hmm......mucho depressing :P
Oh well
It's funny how a certain song can take you back in time......
Last night I was listening to the radio, and I heard Sean Mullins's Rockabye, which swoooooooooosh, suddenly I was thinking about Junior year of high school. (thats when it was popular)
I started thinking about how great Junior year was.
Yes, this is candy coating nostalgia, I know things weren't quite the rose colored haze that my memory makes them out to be, but still, sophmore and junior year were damn good times for me, sometimes I even think that I (sadly) peaked there.
The song particularly reminds me of driving home from school--because that's when I had the radio on. But it reminds me that it was always dark out, because I was driving home late. Why? Scholastic Bowl--the one time in my life that I've ever had passion about anything, that I've ever put work into, and not lost interest in, is Scholastic bowl--kept me at school late. Yes, I know I'm a dork..... (Scholastic Bowl is sort of a competative trivia game) I also remember coming home late after "sexing fruit flies."
Heh, I know "sexing fruit flies" sounds dirty, but it's basically looking at them under a microscope to tell whether they are male or female. I'm not exactly sure why we had to mark down how many we had of each, but we did. (the whole thing was part of a genetics experiment in biology). They didn't give us enough time in class to do it, and out of our group of four, only two of us could come after class, and most other groups went before class, so usually the deserted lab would have just me and my best friend Karen. Weird as it sounds, I think I've had some of the deepest conversations in my life while sexing fruit flies.
Sophmore year and junior year were when my friendships were the strongest. Me and my small group of close knit friends talked all the time, I felt more accepted than I ever have in my life. I got the internet, Junior year. I found a community of people that I loved.
But now scholastic bowl's over. Karen and I started to grow apart even before we graduated, I'm not "mature" enough for her. My other friends hardly e-mail me at all, not e-mailing me even when I notify them I am going through a wrenching arguement with my mother. And my online community...........dead. People gradually drift away online too, I guess. But when people drift away, it hurts. It's worse than not having them in the first place.
Hmm......mucho depressing :P
Oh well
Tuesday, November 20, 2001
When it rains, it pours, eh?
anyhoo, I just came back from class, and this guy like tried to run me over at the crosswalk, and I'm like thinking "sure, run over the GIMP why don't you? It's not my fault I'm slow. I've a gimpy foot!" All of you out there who drive a white pickup and run over gimps such as myself, you're going to get it! My friend wanda's going to kick your ass. Just figured I'd warn ya ;)
anyhoo, I just came back from class, and this guy like tried to run me over at the crosswalk, and I'm like thinking "sure, run over the GIMP why don't you? It's not my fault I'm slow. I've a gimpy foot!" All of you out there who drive a white pickup and run over gimps such as myself, you're going to get it! My friend wanda's going to kick your ass. Just figured I'd warn ya ;)
and d'oh, my mom's being annoying about anthrax again. I asked for something for christmas that can only be obtained on the UK Amazon.com (more acurrately amazon.co.uk) and she's all like "that's dangerious because of anthrax"
Anthrax is NOT coming from the good folks at Amazon.co.uk. It's not even coming from outside of this country.
Its good she doesn't know that I'm expecting a british package soon :P
Aaaaand, that as part of the desk job, I have to sort some mail and packages. If she finds out.,....well, it just slipped my mind, I guess :P
Anthrax is NOT coming from the good folks at Amazon.co.uk. It's not even coming from outside of this country.
Its good she doesn't know that I'm expecting a british package soon :P
Aaaaand, that as part of the desk job, I have to sort some mail and packages. If she finds out.,....well, it just slipped my mind, I guess :P
Whoaaaaa..... I've not blogged in ages. At least it feels that way. Mebbe cos I'm a compulsive blogger. Anyhoo, I guess I might as well just start listing out random junk I've been meaning to blog about.
1. I have a gimpy foot. Not a gimpy leg, because it's fine except for being attached to a gimpy foot. Which, I think is a misnomer, because it's gimpy leg, not gimpy foot, but all the same, I have a gimpy foot. I don't even know how I got it. I just know that walking to class is painful as all get out
2. Saw the harry potter movie. Thought I was going to see it with my roommate and her sis, but I got stood up sort of. The only thing more embarassing than going to a childrens movie with two people who are wearing all sorts of merchandise related to the movie is going to a childrens movie and pacing around twenty minutes in front of the theater staff before realizing that you've been stood up by two people wearing all sorts of harry potter merchandise, and then finally going in.
3. I have a sneeze powered roller chair now. I like sneeze while I'm in it, and the force moves me back two feet. Mebbe I should see a proffessional about my explosive sneezings
4. I went to the wind symphony on saturday. This is for music class. Sadly, I am not cultured. I spent all my time checking out the guys in front doing percussion. They were all pretty good looking, actually, except this one guy that looks eerily similar to Prince. Oh, and I also wrote sarcastic things in the notes I was taking like...."This song reminds me of the opening theme to Planet of the Apes." "Flashing lights---glad I'm not epileptic." The intermission was considerably less pleasant, even. I ended up sitting behind my 6th grade teacher, and I was all trying to avoid being seen, because I didn't like her. Aand, I was avoiding eye contact with her daughter who went to school with me (K-12, now she's in the same college but we hardly see each other) who I find exceeeeeeeedingly unpleasant. And, in addition, this guy came up and started feeling up the girl next to me, I can only assume he was her boyfriend, but I didn't really care, I just wanted him to stop, it was pretty freaky.
5. Speaking of freaky guys, I was at Chatters last night, and I was trying to open my Yoo Hoo, but my Yoo Hoo had part of the wrapper partially over the cap, so after a few tries, I was picking at the wrapper, and this guy came up and started trying to open it, and I tried to tell him it was the wrapper, but he just kept trying to open it. And all of his friends started laughing at him because he couldn't open it, but eventually he got it open, and left. Eerie.
6. Speaking of freaky incidents, the other day, I was in the bathroom, taking my contacts out, and these girls started talking about their urinary tract infections and ghonorea. (Yea, I know I spelled that wrong) I swear the phrase "it burns when I pee" was said several times, among other things. I do not need to know this.
7. Speaking of gross bathroom incidents, the other day I was on the toilet and in the stall next to me, there was this girl puking, and it was pretty gross. But then, later, I was in the bathroom, and she was puking in ANOTHER toilet. This irritates me. COMMIT TO ONE STALL, DON'T GROSS UP THE OTHER ONES. And I had no way of knowing if she'd puked in other stalls. Gross.
8. Speaking of things that happen to me in the bathroom, there are notices up in the stalls about the Weezer concert that's coming to our area soon. One of the stalls has this huge one that I find unnerving. It's getting very disconcerting peeing in front of Rivers Cuomo (Weez's lead singer) all the time. And he's got this funny look on his face, like he's really interested in my peeing. Actually, this is the stall one I stuck with during the puke incident, because the one I usually use was one of the ones defiled.
9. Speaking of the Weezer concert, I'm kind of sad. I don't want to pay to go, because I don't like the band they're touring with, and I only like a few Weezer songs, but the opening band is Jimmy Eat World, and they SOOOO rock, I love them.
10. I got my job at the front desk. ONly less hours than I want. Funnily enough, my roommate is getting the extra hours (not on purpose) but I predicted this would happen, because she told the lady that she needed at least 30 hours. I didn't issue any ultimatums. Hell, it was like pulling eyeteeth to get the woman to give me as many as I wanted in the first place. Now we're going to have a meeting about it, but I don't care. I just want to pick up some extra cash during break, it won't kill me to give up 4 hours. Do it already, just don't make me go to a meeting about it.
Okay, I think that's about it
Oh, and soon is my thanksgiving break! Yay! Happy dead turkey day!
1. I have a gimpy foot. Not a gimpy leg, because it's fine except for being attached to a gimpy foot. Which, I think is a misnomer, because it's gimpy leg, not gimpy foot, but all the same, I have a gimpy foot. I don't even know how I got it. I just know that walking to class is painful as all get out
2. Saw the harry potter movie. Thought I was going to see it with my roommate and her sis, but I got stood up sort of. The only thing more embarassing than going to a childrens movie with two people who are wearing all sorts of merchandise related to the movie is going to a childrens movie and pacing around twenty minutes in front of the theater staff before realizing that you've been stood up by two people wearing all sorts of harry potter merchandise, and then finally going in.
3. I have a sneeze powered roller chair now. I like sneeze while I'm in it, and the force moves me back two feet. Mebbe I should see a proffessional about my explosive sneezings
4. I went to the wind symphony on saturday. This is for music class. Sadly, I am not cultured. I spent all my time checking out the guys in front doing percussion. They were all pretty good looking, actually, except this one guy that looks eerily similar to Prince. Oh, and I also wrote sarcastic things in the notes I was taking like...."This song reminds me of the opening theme to Planet of the Apes." "Flashing lights---glad I'm not epileptic." The intermission was considerably less pleasant, even. I ended up sitting behind my 6th grade teacher, and I was all trying to avoid being seen, because I didn't like her. Aand, I was avoiding eye contact with her daughter who went to school with me (K-12, now she's in the same college but we hardly see each other) who I find exceeeeeeeedingly unpleasant. And, in addition, this guy came up and started feeling up the girl next to me, I can only assume he was her boyfriend, but I didn't really care, I just wanted him to stop, it was pretty freaky.
5. Speaking of freaky guys, I was at Chatters last night, and I was trying to open my Yoo Hoo, but my Yoo Hoo had part of the wrapper partially over the cap, so after a few tries, I was picking at the wrapper, and this guy came up and started trying to open it, and I tried to tell him it was the wrapper, but he just kept trying to open it. And all of his friends started laughing at him because he couldn't open it, but eventually he got it open, and left. Eerie.
6. Speaking of freaky incidents, the other day, I was in the bathroom, taking my contacts out, and these girls started talking about their urinary tract infections and ghonorea. (Yea, I know I spelled that wrong) I swear the phrase "it burns when I pee" was said several times, among other things. I do not need to know this.
7. Speaking of gross bathroom incidents, the other day I was on the toilet and in the stall next to me, there was this girl puking, and it was pretty gross. But then, later, I was in the bathroom, and she was puking in ANOTHER toilet. This irritates me. COMMIT TO ONE STALL, DON'T GROSS UP THE OTHER ONES. And I had no way of knowing if she'd puked in other stalls. Gross.
8. Speaking of things that happen to me in the bathroom, there are notices up in the stalls about the Weezer concert that's coming to our area soon. One of the stalls has this huge one that I find unnerving. It's getting very disconcerting peeing in front of Rivers Cuomo (Weez's lead singer) all the time. And he's got this funny look on his face, like he's really interested in my peeing. Actually, this is the stall one I stuck with during the puke incident, because the one I usually use was one of the ones defiled.
9. Speaking of the Weezer concert, I'm kind of sad. I don't want to pay to go, because I don't like the band they're touring with, and I only like a few Weezer songs, but the opening band is Jimmy Eat World, and they SOOOO rock, I love them.
10. I got my job at the front desk. ONly less hours than I want. Funnily enough, my roommate is getting the extra hours (not on purpose) but I predicted this would happen, because she told the lady that she needed at least 30 hours. I didn't issue any ultimatums. Hell, it was like pulling eyeteeth to get the woman to give me as many as I wanted in the first place. Now we're going to have a meeting about it, but I don't care. I just want to pick up some extra cash during break, it won't kill me to give up 4 hours. Do it already, just don't make me go to a meeting about it.
Okay, I think that's about it
Oh, and soon is my thanksgiving break! Yay! Happy dead turkey day!
Wednesday, November 14, 2001
Whoosh, I have a blog to blog from monday no less. I've been busy lately. Well, busy for me, I'm rather lazy. Plus I've done a lot of writing lately (schoolwork, RPG @ my friend Kevin's site--Kevin's quite the nagger :P). So I don't always feel like doing it....... But this blog is fighting to get out!
My english teacher is flippin' psycho! Tho this time his psychoness helped me, I got an A- on the last paper.
But that's after the B- on the last paper, which was less marked up when he gave it back to me, with less problems than this one. What IS his deal? And this is also the second time he's read a paper of mine out loud to the class--but he says he only reads the best of them, and both times I've had an A-.....does he just not give out full fleged A's? And at the end of the paper, he wrote "good paper, as always" THEN WHY DID YOU FLIPPING GIVE ME A B- ON MY LAST ONE IF IT WAS SO GOOD, YOU SENILE FREAK??? And also, he wrote "good point" by something he only says a million times a day in class. I guess parroting back what he says is more important than originality.
Oh well. I shouldn't look a gift horse in the mouth. If his psychoness is working in my favor for once, I might as well go with it.
My english teacher is flippin' psycho! Tho this time his psychoness helped me, I got an A- on the last paper.
But that's after the B- on the last paper, which was less marked up when he gave it back to me, with less problems than this one. What IS his deal? And this is also the second time he's read a paper of mine out loud to the class--but he says he only reads the best of them, and both times I've had an A-.....does he just not give out full fleged A's? And at the end of the paper, he wrote "good paper, as always" THEN WHY DID YOU FLIPPING GIVE ME A B- ON MY LAST ONE IF IT WAS SO GOOD, YOU SENILE FREAK??? And also, he wrote "good point" by something he only says a million times a day in class. I guess parroting back what he says is more important than originality.
Oh well. I shouldn't look a gift horse in the mouth. If his psychoness is working in my favor for once, I might as well go with it.
Tuesday, November 13, 2001
Well....I just came back from my interview.
My interview for the job at my residence hall's front desk over winter break.
I hate interviews, although this is by no means the worst. (I think the worst was when I accidently made Wal-Mart think I was a druggie)
Anyhoo...I hate how they're always like, "why do you want this job?" I mean, if it were a real job, that might make sense, but with a minimum wage part time job, it's obviously not your dream to work there or anything, you know. I mean, what do they want you to say, "I want it so bad, I can taste it! Looking up phone numbers for people and sorting packages is my forte!"? Come ooooon! If I were to tell the truth, I'd say, "I'm looking to whore myself out for minimum wage, and this seems convenient."
I forget what I actually said. Some bland thing about how I like autonomy. (because this job you pretty much work alone) That always makes you look like you have an attitude or are going to do weird things while the manager's away. Bleh.
I always hate how they always ask you to tell something about you, also. Why? What does it have to do with the job? It's not like I quiz them on what they do on their free time. I never know what to say, either. Usually I go with music, because I'm obsessed with it. Only then, they ask what type, and I say rock, and they assume hard rock, then they assume people who like hard rock are druggies, which is partly why I think Wal-mart thinks I'm a druggie.
And also, I learned you can't even leave the desk to go to the bathroom. Gah. I HAVE IRRITABLE BOWEL SYNDROME. Are they trying to torture me?
Ooooh well.
My interview for the job at my residence hall's front desk over winter break.
I hate interviews, although this is by no means the worst. (I think the worst was when I accidently made Wal-Mart think I was a druggie)
Anyhoo...I hate how they're always like, "why do you want this job?" I mean, if it were a real job, that might make sense, but with a minimum wage part time job, it's obviously not your dream to work there or anything, you know. I mean, what do they want you to say, "I want it so bad, I can taste it! Looking up phone numbers for people and sorting packages is my forte!"? Come ooooon! If I were to tell the truth, I'd say, "I'm looking to whore myself out for minimum wage, and this seems convenient."
I forget what I actually said. Some bland thing about how I like autonomy. (because this job you pretty much work alone) That always makes you look like you have an attitude or are going to do weird things while the manager's away. Bleh.
I always hate how they always ask you to tell something about you, also. Why? What does it have to do with the job? It's not like I quiz them on what they do on their free time. I never know what to say, either. Usually I go with music, because I'm obsessed with it. Only then, they ask what type, and I say rock, and they assume hard rock, then they assume people who like hard rock are druggies, which is partly why I think Wal-mart thinks I'm a druggie.
And also, I learned you can't even leave the desk to go to the bathroom. Gah. I HAVE IRRITABLE BOWEL SYNDROME. Are they trying to torture me?
Ooooh well.
Monday, November 12, 2001
Friday, November 09, 2001
Thursday, November 08, 2001
I had an interesting night yesterday. I went to "Wanton Soup for the Soul," (for extra credit in my East Aisian History course). I thought it was about issues confronting Aisia today, but basically the theme is "Some people discriminate against Asian people." Which is pretty boring, at least to me.
Plus, I'm surprised there's too much discrimination against Aisian people anyway. There isn't the age old struggle produced by slavery that black people have to deal with, they don't have to deal with the fact that there is a mass movement from their country to our country right now, like the latinos do, and they look practically the same as white people anyway. Their eyes look a little different, and they have dark hair. Oooh, how scary.
Anyway, they were saying how segregation happens naturally, and how they were surprised white people never come to APAC (our Aisian student organization) meetings. It was an open forum in which the audience took part, so this one guy next to me was trying to explain that white people don't exactly feel welcome to come to those sorts of things. The APAC people were trying to be like, "well, what more can we do? All clubs at ISU are welcome to anyone, and it's not as if we can put "white people welcome!" on our posters." (This sounds sort of attitude-y, but they really meant well, they were trying to see how they could raise awareness)
The poor guy was having trouble explaining, so I jumped in, though I wish now I hadn't. I was like, "Well, I've never really seen the APAC posters up (which I hadn't), but I've seen many black student organization posters up. And when I think about maybe going, I picture it, and there's all these black people, and I'm the only whitey, and it'll be like what's she doing here? One of these things is not like the other one. And, how much do I know about issues pertaining to the African American today? There's not much I could contribute. And, I've never been discriminated against, so it'd be like "you don't know what we go through!""
I felt this was a good point, the guy I was clarifying for was like yea, that's what I meant. But like everyone after that who wanted to refer to that point directed what they were saying to me. So I looked like some uptight white girl who was afraid to hang out with minorities. And people were like, "Minorities don't have a choice to be minorities, why shoudln't you go somewhere where you're a minority?" I'm thinking so....no one should have a choice? And there were several other points brought up, like that there are white people in the NAACP etc. etc., I was getting tired of this. I don't go to APAC because I'm slothful and introverted, not cause I'm racist. I don't go to any student organization. And I still stand by it. It would be weird to go to a meeting to discuss African American issues when you're not an African American.
Oh well. At least I didn't make the biggest faux pas of the night. One guy accidently referred to APAC as OPEC, and we all had a good laugh.
Plus, I'm surprised there's too much discrimination against Aisian people anyway. There isn't the age old struggle produced by slavery that black people have to deal with, they don't have to deal with the fact that there is a mass movement from their country to our country right now, like the latinos do, and they look practically the same as white people anyway. Their eyes look a little different, and they have dark hair. Oooh, how scary.
Anyway, they were saying how segregation happens naturally, and how they were surprised white people never come to APAC (our Aisian student organization) meetings. It was an open forum in which the audience took part, so this one guy next to me was trying to explain that white people don't exactly feel welcome to come to those sorts of things. The APAC people were trying to be like, "well, what more can we do? All clubs at ISU are welcome to anyone, and it's not as if we can put "white people welcome!" on our posters." (This sounds sort of attitude-y, but they really meant well, they were trying to see how they could raise awareness)
The poor guy was having trouble explaining, so I jumped in, though I wish now I hadn't. I was like, "Well, I've never really seen the APAC posters up (which I hadn't), but I've seen many black student organization posters up. And when I think about maybe going, I picture it, and there's all these black people, and I'm the only whitey, and it'll be like what's she doing here? One of these things is not like the other one. And, how much do I know about issues pertaining to the African American today? There's not much I could contribute. And, I've never been discriminated against, so it'd be like "you don't know what we go through!""
I felt this was a good point, the guy I was clarifying for was like yea, that's what I meant. But like everyone after that who wanted to refer to that point directed what they were saying to me. So I looked like some uptight white girl who was afraid to hang out with minorities. And people were like, "Minorities don't have a choice to be minorities, why shoudln't you go somewhere where you're a minority?" I'm thinking so....no one should have a choice? And there were several other points brought up, like that there are white people in the NAACP etc. etc., I was getting tired of this. I don't go to APAC because I'm slothful and introverted, not cause I'm racist. I don't go to any student organization. And I still stand by it. It would be weird to go to a meeting to discuss African American issues when you're not an African American.
Oh well. At least I didn't make the biggest faux pas of the night. One guy accidently referred to APAC as OPEC, and we all had a good laugh.
Wednesday, November 07, 2001
I was studying for my Chinese history test today at the library (avoidtion of neighbors--yes, I stole the word avoidtion from The Simpsons)
I stopped at Bone (our student center) on the way back to have a little pizza for dinner. In the room I ate, there's a little ticker, that has ISU news, and other news sometimes. Slowly, painfully, this message was unraveled onto the ticker: "Bush warns nation that Osama Bin Laden's terrorist organization might now be in possesion of nuclear weapons"
I about choked on my pizza. This is just lovely, confirming my stupid paranoia of earlier. I'm still pretty down.
I was thinking about random inane things related to it as I walked home. Like, "I wonder if the post apocolyptic Sci-fi that was so popular during the cold war will start up again" etc.
Then, I know this was corny, but I looked up, and saw the birds flocking as they always do in the fall, on their way south. Black birds, as always, but they would've been black anyway, the dusk held just enough light to form elegant silhouettes of them against the pale blue sky. And I thought, "How beautiful." And I wondered how come there's so much beauty and so much horror both in the same world, as no doubt a million jillion bazillion people have thought before I ever came up with it, but I thought of it anyway. And then I thought of something my dad says, whenever he sees the countless numbers of birds wheeling randomly through the sky, "I wonder how they manage not to hit each other, even though there are so many of them and the flock is so chaotic." And I wished that humans could get along as well as those "lesser" creatures, up there in the sky.
And the flock thinned out, as some of them landed on the now leafless trees, also silhoutted against the sky, but some of them followed me all the way home.
And I wished I was a bird. Birds don't worry about nuclear war, or the apocolypse, or where their souls are going to go. They just fly.
I stopped at Bone (our student center) on the way back to have a little pizza for dinner. In the room I ate, there's a little ticker, that has ISU news, and other news sometimes. Slowly, painfully, this message was unraveled onto the ticker: "Bush warns nation that Osama Bin Laden's terrorist organization might now be in possesion of nuclear weapons"
I about choked on my pizza. This is just lovely, confirming my stupid paranoia of earlier. I'm still pretty down.
I was thinking about random inane things related to it as I walked home. Like, "I wonder if the post apocolyptic Sci-fi that was so popular during the cold war will start up again" etc.
Then, I know this was corny, but I looked up, and saw the birds flocking as they always do in the fall, on their way south. Black birds, as always, but they would've been black anyway, the dusk held just enough light to form elegant silhouettes of them against the pale blue sky. And I thought, "How beautiful." And I wondered how come there's so much beauty and so much horror both in the same world, as no doubt a million jillion bazillion people have thought before I ever came up with it, but I thought of it anyway. And then I thought of something my dad says, whenever he sees the countless numbers of birds wheeling randomly through the sky, "I wonder how they manage not to hit each other, even though there are so many of them and the flock is so chaotic." And I wished that humans could get along as well as those "lesser" creatures, up there in the sky.
And the flock thinned out, as some of them landed on the now leafless trees, also silhoutted against the sky, but some of them followed me all the way home.
And I wished I was a bird. Birds don't worry about nuclear war, or the apocolypse, or where their souls are going to go. They just fly.
Monday, November 05, 2001
Okay, I had some funny dreams last night:
My first one was I was in a band and we were touring with pearl jam. We wanted extra tickets, so our friends and families could come and see us, but pearl jam was all being a jerk about it.
The second one, I was telling my sister about the pearl jam one, and she kept sticking up for pearl jam. I guess in this dream, pearl jam represents my Mom. :P
Heh....I don't even LIKE Pearl Jam.
My first one was I was in a band and we were touring with pearl jam. We wanted extra tickets, so our friends and families could come and see us, but pearl jam was all being a jerk about it.
The second one, I was telling my sister about the pearl jam one, and she kept sticking up for pearl jam. I guess in this dream, pearl jam represents my Mom. :P
Heh....I don't even LIKE Pearl Jam.
Sunday, November 04, 2001
Bleh.....I'm depressed.
Well, I started out depressed. Thanks to idiots who want to use religion as an excuse to hate. And others who want to use patriotism as an excuse to hate.
Then, I got into some of my Kurt Vonnegut Jr. books. KV's books, while really good, are not the type of thing to read if you're depressed and want to get un-depressed. They make you more depressed. At least they make me that way.
Then, I got irritated at dinner tonight. I got in an arguement with my mom at Monical's Pizza, and everyone at the table basically was trying to get me to shut up. If they'd just shut up about me shutting up, there wouldn't have been quite as big of a deal (it was originally about my sister decreeing that no matter how painful they are, I have to get these certain shoes for her wedding. I love her, but pain is pain, so I argued.....especially since I doubt the whole ceremony hinges on the shoes I wear). My mom, of course, was the leader in this. She has a deathly fear of people seeing us fighting in public, which is annoying, because she'll draw them out forever as long as they're private. She said I was loud, and that it was so embarrassing. No one was looking at us. No one cares. We could've had a fist fight right there, and the people would've gone on eating. Anyhow, I kept saying no one was looking, and they kept telling me to be quiet, and mom was going to leave, because I'm so horrible for taking offense when people say I have to wear painful shoes and shut up about it, but dad wouldn't let her out of the booth.
*sigh*
And you know what the one thing that really gets me about my mom? Well....I can't say that. Lots of things really get me about my mom. But, what's especially getting to me right now is that she acts like I'm a dumbass. She acted like I was a dumbass that had no idea what I was doing in the room situation, and she acts like I'm a dumbass now. Well, actually earlier today. But it really gets me that she does that....and she gives me instructions for things that already have written instructions, like I'm too stupid to understand them. Long explanations, like I'm a half wit.
Ugh, that last part wasn't very well written or explained. Just trust me, the woman thinks I'm a dumbass.
Well, I started out depressed. Thanks to idiots who want to use religion as an excuse to hate. And others who want to use patriotism as an excuse to hate.
Then, I got into some of my Kurt Vonnegut Jr. books. KV's books, while really good, are not the type of thing to read if you're depressed and want to get un-depressed. They make you more depressed. At least they make me that way.
Then, I got irritated at dinner tonight. I got in an arguement with my mom at Monical's Pizza, and everyone at the table basically was trying to get me to shut up. If they'd just shut up about me shutting up, there wouldn't have been quite as big of a deal (it was originally about my sister decreeing that no matter how painful they are, I have to get these certain shoes for her wedding. I love her, but pain is pain, so I argued.....especially since I doubt the whole ceremony hinges on the shoes I wear). My mom, of course, was the leader in this. She has a deathly fear of people seeing us fighting in public, which is annoying, because she'll draw them out forever as long as they're private. She said I was loud, and that it was so embarrassing. No one was looking at us. No one cares. We could've had a fist fight right there, and the people would've gone on eating. Anyhow, I kept saying no one was looking, and they kept telling me to be quiet, and mom was going to leave, because I'm so horrible for taking offense when people say I have to wear painful shoes and shut up about it, but dad wouldn't let her out of the booth.
*sigh*
And you know what the one thing that really gets me about my mom? Well....I can't say that. Lots of things really get me about my mom. But, what's especially getting to me right now is that she acts like I'm a dumbass. She acted like I was a dumbass that had no idea what I was doing in the room situation, and she acts like I'm a dumbass now. Well, actually earlier today. But it really gets me that she does that....and she gives me instructions for things that already have written instructions, like I'm too stupid to understand them. Long explanations, like I'm a half wit.
Ugh, that last part wasn't very well written or explained. Just trust me, the woman thinks I'm a dumbass.
Grrr....
I have been pretty cool about the anthrax thing so far (not getting freaked out, etc) except that yesterday I got some mail from the National Geographic Society. As it's name suggests, it's based in Washington D.C., where all the anthrax has been spreading from.
I wasn't too worried. If most mail that went thru DC was contaminated, we'd have an even worse problem with it right now.
I did, however, make a smart ass comment to my mom about how it was a bit creepy that I got something from D.C.
She went nuts! I was going to throw it away anyway, but she wouldn't even let me go to my room to throw it away, she made me throw it away in front of her in the kitchen. Apparently, she was afraid I'd secretly open it up in my room and spread anthrax throughout the house and infect our family.
Dammit! I TOLD her I was throwing it away! Why can't she ever believe me about anything?
And even if I DID open it, it wouldn't even matter. The airborne anthrax is NOT coming from the National Geographic Society, for heaven's sake. So if it did have anthrax, it'd have come from rubbing up against one of the other envelopes with the contact anthrax, in which case mom and I would already be infected with anthrax from touching the envelope already.
Like I needed an excuse to get MORE paranoid.
I have been pretty cool about the anthrax thing so far (not getting freaked out, etc) except that yesterday I got some mail from the National Geographic Society. As it's name suggests, it's based in Washington D.C., where all the anthrax has been spreading from.
I wasn't too worried. If most mail that went thru DC was contaminated, we'd have an even worse problem with it right now.
I did, however, make a smart ass comment to my mom about how it was a bit creepy that I got something from D.C.
She went nuts! I was going to throw it away anyway, but she wouldn't even let me go to my room to throw it away, she made me throw it away in front of her in the kitchen. Apparently, she was afraid I'd secretly open it up in my room and spread anthrax throughout the house and infect our family.
Dammit! I TOLD her I was throwing it away! Why can't she ever believe me about anything?
And even if I DID open it, it wouldn't even matter. The airborne anthrax is NOT coming from the National Geographic Society, for heaven's sake. So if it did have anthrax, it'd have come from rubbing up against one of the other envelopes with the contact anthrax, in which case mom and I would already be infected with anthrax from touching the envelope already.
Like I needed an excuse to get MORE paranoid.
Saturday, November 03, 2001
I've become a basket case. I don't know exactly why, but last night I was thinking about September 11. I was thinking, what if the terrorists had had nuclear weapons? I mean, someone who did what they did do wouldn't hesitate to use nukes. I live not that far from Chicago. I just keep thinking of it being wiped off the face of the earth, just overnight. Or LA, or New York, or Washington. Gone.
Just like it's weird to have the WTC gone. I was watching some old, cheesy Tom Cruise movie today, set in New York, and there was a tiny, brief shot of the WTC against the New York skyline--something that a few months ago, I wouldn't have even noticed, but it brought tears to my eyes.
And the anthrax, too. Someone wants to break our nation down, bring us to our knees.
And it scares the hell out of me.
Why couldn't I have just been born in Canada?
Just like it's weird to have the WTC gone. I was watching some old, cheesy Tom Cruise movie today, set in New York, and there was a tiny, brief shot of the WTC against the New York skyline--something that a few months ago, I wouldn't have even noticed, but it brought tears to my eyes.
And the anthrax, too. Someone wants to break our nation down, bring us to our knees.
And it scares the hell out of me.
Why couldn't I have just been born in Canada?
Friday, November 02, 2001
Thursday, November 01, 2001
ooh, forgot to blog about my halloween. They had this thing where kids trick or treat in the dorm. But there weren't very many. Due to the terrorists, or the fact they didn't organize it till last minute. We got like 10 or 15 kids, tops.
It was sad.
But then again, more candy for me.
Heh, you know you've had too much candy if your spit is day glo pink, even after multiple brushings and spittings.
which it was yesterday.
It was sad.
But then again, more candy for me.
Heh, you know you've had too much candy if your spit is day glo pink, even after multiple brushings and spittings.
which it was yesterday.
Whew, finally done with that paper. Such a relief! The Shane part is pretty bad, it's really choppy (but his grades have no bearing on how good the paper flows) but I'm pretty proud of my intro and the part about The Big Country.
I'm proud of how my words sound. I don't use difficult, technical language, but I do have a good vocabulary, and it shows in most papers I have to write. I'm even a half decent writer, except the way senile-man does it, we have to do it practically opposite of how we've been taught in every other class before that. He's probably even screwing me up for the next english class that comes along. Or worse,...since I don't think I have too many more, since I'm running out of gen ed, the exam we have to pass to graduate. Bleh.
Oh well.
I'm proud of how my words sound. I don't use difficult, technical language, but I do have a good vocabulary, and it shows in most papers I have to write. I'm even a half decent writer, except the way senile-man does it, we have to do it practically opposite of how we've been taught in every other class before that. He's probably even screwing me up for the next english class that comes along. Or worse,...since I don't think I have too many more, since I'm running out of gen ed, the exam we have to pass to graduate. Bleh.
Oh well.
Procrastination, thy name is Phoe
I've been trying to write my english paper for hours now. And it's only a stinking little 2 page deal, without sources. I should be able to flipping do this while blindfolded (albeit with spelling errors).
It's just that I'm so anxious. We've only had a few grades, so every grade counts, and he gave my last paper a crappy grade for no real reason and the topics are even crappier than usual.
Anyhoo, I waited till the last possible day to do it.
Then, I waited till the afternoon.
Then, when I was going to start to do it, I decided to listen to Cake, and to see what was on this video I taped over a month ago and didn't know what was on it.
Then I put on Matchbox 20.
Then I ate dinner.
Then I tried to start anew. I ended up threatening to eat the assignment sheet (a weird twist on "my dog ate my homework")
Then I threatened to pee on the sheet, and put it in front of my neighbors' door.
Then I threatened to eat the assignment sheet, poop it out, set it on fire on my proffessor's front stoop.
Then I crumpled the sheet to make it look like I was actually going to stuff itin my mouth.
Then I made a few rants.
Then I made a paper airplane out of my assignment sheet
Then I made a paper box for my roommate out of a random sheet of paper.
Then I made her a piano.
Then I made her a star.
I asked my roommate to do my paper even though she has no knowlege pertaining to the subject I have to write it on.
Then I layed around on my bed for awhile moping.
Then my roommate said if I was going to put it off I might as well have fun, so we listened to Offspring for awhile, and then New Found Glory's cover of "My Heart Will Go On."
Then my roommate went back to her work.
Then I decided to procrastinate further by blogging how I procrastinate. Heh, my sheet's been airplane shaped for at least two hours now. At LEAST.
I've been trying to write my english paper for hours now. And it's only a stinking little 2 page deal, without sources. I should be able to flipping do this while blindfolded (albeit with spelling errors).
It's just that I'm so anxious. We've only had a few grades, so every grade counts, and he gave my last paper a crappy grade for no real reason and the topics are even crappier than usual.
Anyhoo, I waited till the last possible day to do it.
Then, I waited till the afternoon.
Then, when I was going to start to do it, I decided to listen to Cake, and to see what was on this video I taped over a month ago and didn't know what was on it.
Then I put on Matchbox 20.
Then I ate dinner.
Then I tried to start anew. I ended up threatening to eat the assignment sheet (a weird twist on "my dog ate my homework")
Then I threatened to pee on the sheet, and put it in front of my neighbors' door.
Then I threatened to eat the assignment sheet, poop it out, set it on fire on my proffessor's front stoop.
Then I crumpled the sheet to make it look like I was actually going to stuff itin my mouth.
Then I made a few rants.
Then I made a paper airplane out of my assignment sheet
Then I made a paper box for my roommate out of a random sheet of paper.
Then I made her a piano.
Then I made her a star.
I asked my roommate to do my paper even though she has no knowlege pertaining to the subject I have to write it on.
Then I layed around on my bed for awhile moping.
Then my roommate said if I was going to put it off I might as well have fun, so we listened to Offspring for awhile, and then New Found Glory's cover of "My Heart Will Go On."
Then my roommate went back to her work.
Then I decided to procrastinate further by blogging how I procrastinate. Heh, my sheet's been airplane shaped for at least two hours now. At LEAST.
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