tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-62857272011-08-16T18:02:36.195-04:00mental confections without a lingering aftertasteKnoreply@blogger.comBlogger3571100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6285727.post-1154742696149570952006-08-04T21:25:00.000-04:002006-08-04T21:51:36.176-04:00

1. See the inside of a police station as an adult, especially a New York City police station. 2. Think about Mario as a crazy woman chased me down the block whilst throwing 3-foot metal rods. (Monday morning- on my way to the subway and work.)3. Call 911 the second time in one week, after identifying her on my street on our way out of the apartment.4. See the interior of the local crackhouse. I

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Upon first landing in Taiwan, there isn't a cheesy large "Welcome to Our Country" sign1, however there is a large sign telling you that "Drug traffickers will be prosecuted by death." If this doesn't say how seriously this country takes its law offenders.After riding the gritty New York subway daily2, I can't believe how amazingly shiny clean the Taipei subway is. Not only that but people

Knoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6285727.post-1138237483328069902006-01-25T20:04:00.000-05:002006-01-25T20:04:43.396-05:00

1. If this email to blogger thing still works.  (For some reason blogger is down, but I guess maintenance for the other half of the hemisphere happens during daylight hours here. But hey, I won't have to play the guessing game of "Is this the publish button, the delete entry button, or the something else button" because somehow blogger recognizes that I'm on a Chinese language computer and

Knoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6285727.post-1138148823549931062006-01-24T18:43:00.000-05:002006-01-24T19:27:34.576-05:00

(I currently have no concept of when I am, and am mildly distracted by the Chinese characters all over this computer.)For the last week, during the precious few moments of downtime, I have been worrying about the fact that I was leaving the country without an inkling of what to expect. Although, this wasn't going to be the first time I've left the good ole USA, I've never visited a place where I

Knoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6285727.post-1136950120453516292006-01-10T22:05:00.000-05:002006-01-10T22:28:40.523-05:00

There is something faintly odd about the entire concept of blogging. Here these words exist on some far-out edge of the internet map, yet still easily accessible via google for the wanderers to find. Here are these words-- that might've been previously completely cut off from the majority of the world mainly because they're personal or because in general I'm not a loud person-- out in the open.

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I am not, nor will I ever be, a fax machine.I know you're trying your damnedest to send me a message, but due to the fact that I have yet to evolve ears that decode blips and beeps I simply can't understand you. Calling me 12+ times this morning won't make me evolve the ability understand you.Sorry, we're just not meant to be together.Please stop calling,Frustrated in Brooklynp.s. If you happen

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Or how I spent a week unpacking and dealing with a parade of Time Warner Cable technicians.Once upon a time, connecting to the internet was easy. All it required was a computer hooked up to a modem (to modulate and demodulate the signal) connected to a working telephone and a phone number. The biggest problems back in the stone age of connecting to the internet were: A chatty kathy on your phone

Knoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6285727.post-1126042593582113152005-09-06T17:35:00.000-04:002005-09-06T18:10:59.686-04:00

I don't watch tv, mainly because I see no need (or have no time) to spend hours glazed over in front of the boob tube. But something about the handling of the recent tragedy*, has glued my crying eyes to constantly watching the videos as news reporters and elected officials break down.At the current moment this is from my favorite video clip:But, nationally, these are leaders who won re-election

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But sometimes I do*.*This turned me into a weeping mass.

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Till my birthday.Thus meaning it is amazon wishlist pimping time, so you all can help me celebrate turning older through consumerism. You know you wanna buy stuff for me.In other unrelated news, I might be feeling old in a quarter-life-crisis sense, but my 8 years younger sister has been recently afflicted with two old man afflictions. She has been properly teased for turning being an old man

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Soon I will be saying goodbye to the apartment that has housed me for the last two years. Which is the longest I've lived at one address in my entire adult life. I wonder if I will miss this place with the pool of sunshine, the sweet breeze, and the painfully long commute at night.But it also means that I haven't had the annual move as an excuse to pair down my belongings for awhile. Most of my

Knoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6285727.post-1124911362568630502005-08-24T15:09:00.000-04:002005-08-24T15:22:42.613-04:00

In one of those nice warm blanket statements I can make as the human behind this blog, I believe that nearly everyone on the planet has tics. And no, not the blood sucking kind that come home with you after a romp in the woods.I'm talking about the interesting quirks that nearly unconscious to the tic-ing human. Some are easily manifest in speaking (e.g. "ummm", "like", "you know") and only truly

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Did you know that it is possible for an ATM to spit out a receipt saying it gave you money, when in fact it didn't?Also, it is possible for the bank to realize that particular ATM is out of funds, but to be unable to do anything about your non-received funds (and everyone else who avoids your note about the sucky ATM) until at least the next working day?Shouldn't there be some mechanism to

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The air was thick smelling of baked garbage and blazing. Strange pockets of air conditioned comfort floated around, but never enough to protect me from the slime of sweat and sticky city condensation. As I performed the short death march, I tried to keep my sandaled feet away from the scank water pools the city usually bleeds, but turns rancid in the oppressively high heat index**.This was a

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What should I do for my birthday this year?Besides the quarter-life crisis stream of thought or wish it didn't happen during a horrible anniversary.Suggestions?

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It is a bad idea to say "Well, that is the worst thing that could happen besides your child dying," in response to a recent nightmare of a parent has lost a child.Thankfully, I caught myself before I did.

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In less than 24 hours after posting about my bike lock failing to be opened with a pen, I got an email from the company thanking me for using their locks and telling me about their free program for replacement keys and how to return my lock for a better model.I'm rather shocked, especially because this seems like an unexpected use of blogs and metadata about consumers. I have a general cynicism

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In slightly stale news, Kryptonite bike locks are easily unlocked by Bic pens. During the flurry of when this report came out, my bike was locked up and stashed in storage. And I never had a burning desire to move a tangle of heavy objects in order to check the lock for myself.Fastforward almost a year later when I'm forced to remove my stuff from the levitating storage area due to recently being

Knoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6285727.post-1122933799777537822005-08-01T17:55:00.000-04:002005-08-01T18:03:19.786-04:00

Why haveyou decided tostop working someof the times? I'm trying to figure out the pattern, or what might be causing all ofthe difficulties? I can't live withoutyou,The girl missingspacesDear boyfriend,Why must you share your sick germswith me? I love you, notyour germs. The girl whose cup you keep stealing

Knoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6285727.post-1122731475755537762005-07-30T09:29:00.000-04:002005-07-30T09:51:15.820-04:00

Dear Readers,I am going to point you to this entry by mary.Or for those of you too lazy to click a link here's an excerpt so you have an idea.Y'all! Y'ALL. I just got an e mail inviting me to a TEN YEAR high school reunion. I am SO OLD. First I had to turn twenty-five and now this? In one year? Being a child prodigy SUCKS.I haven't even turned 25 yet. But will in a dreadful 43 days. I'm growing

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There are two things keeping me from becoming a a full-fledged crazy cat woman. I only have one cat. And despite my crazy cat woman yearnings for another cat, this past weekend it was discovered that my cat is very happy being an only child thankyouverymuch after a playdate disaster. I do not feel compelled to purchase toys for my cat, unlike other people seen at the pet store carting

Knoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6285727.post-1122590525697533102005-07-28T17:56:00.000-04:002005-07-28T19:08:01.780-04:00

It finally came. At the end fucking of the day to doubly ensure the produce wars.A Breakdown of the loses: The plums battled and lost to the kiwis. The cherry tomatoes engaged in civil war, and those not killed by their brethren took their own lives by splitting. The cilantro gave up the green life, and became a mush of black. A large part of the romaine followed cilantro's idea. The

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Where are you?*sobs*-Girl missing her organic produceEver since mary embarked on a mission to eat the food pyramid daily [mary-how is it going?] I had aspirations to sign up for a weekly box of organic, local produce1.And because I'm a quasi-adult embarking on dreams of eating organic (or locally grown) with no car, signing up for a frequent supply of produce was a marvelous idea. Especially when

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In the age of cheap cell phones, why would you ever use a payphone? It is this very question that has caused banks of payphones in airports to disapear, leaving only the shells behind1.But there really just seems to be no reason to use a payphone anymore, except...Every day, I'm greeted by the image of a particular Italian-looking man near the payphones outside of my kitchen window. He is

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Lately a certain question has been coming up quite frequently pertaining to F's and mine lack of marital status. We have no intentions of getting married unless necessary for medical reasonings1. I'm not sure if it is because people have faith in the power of a governmental slip of paper to elevate a relationship to mythical levels, if people are expecting the baby factory to start churning out

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The relationship we had together is over. Your degrees have strayed unacceptably from the decade of my birth and those previous. Please pack your bags before I get a restraining order.With Hate, Girl needing a skin peeler to try and keep coolDear Window Air Conditioner Unit,That's it? That's all you can do? Must you be a tease, showing off the ideal temperature whilst in fact being barely able to

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I have a bit of a sweet tooth, one cultivated by growing up in a family line of sweet teeth in an area of the world that encouraged delicious ice cream1 and homemade candy stores. Although I now stay away from store bought sweets2, I have quite a history with candylove and had to pick up Candyfreak: A Journey Through the Chocolate Underbelly of America.This is where I'd admit to my deep hate of

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The contest is still open. Thanks to whomever sent me Mint Tea body gel from Philosophy. For whatever reason there wasn't any enclosure in the package giving away your name. Who are you mysterious package sender? (I bet I can guess who you are.) Are boys losing their ability to mask staring at my chest? Most recently, as in today, a kid asked me where to get cheap sandal's (as if I, the person

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Most kitchen gadgets are relagated to forgotten junk drawers, used once and almost never used again. This is the fate of highly specialized objects, for instance how often does one pit cherries1 or need to press a sandwich2? But then there are some kitchen gadgets that make themselves worth more than the plastic and metal components they are comprised of.My electric tea kettle was one of the

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bloggers need not apply

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Instead of writing a light-hearted bit about what I wish I could see if I were to enter my contest (*cough* there is still time left for you to enter my contest here), I'll write what I wish I wouldn't ever have to see again.I wish I would never have to see a picture of Paris Hilton (PH) or an act of terrorism (AoT) EVER AGAIN. 1PH and AoT erupted unwanted into the collective social conscious,

Knoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6285727.post-1120670289867494352005-07-06T12:40:00.000-04:002005-07-14T15:01:46.510-04:00

Instead of writing about how my female organs wish my death, I am going to have a contest to amuse me and to take my mind off the pain.The contest:Tell a story about a time you wish you had a camera. Or a time you wish there wasn't a camera.The prizes: My adoration A Flickr Pro account, where you'll be able to upload 2 gigs of pictures a month An awesome surprise The rules:I am the judge

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Somehow it seems downright patriotic for a Forth of July holiday weekend to be involved in an automobile accident. While F was driving home from work, our trusty Japanese station wagon was turned into a sedan.Straight from the police report:Driver No#1 was slowing down approaching traffic light when struck by Veh No#2 in area 6 on the clock point diagram. Driver No#2 was slowing down approaching

Knoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6285727.post-1120179039200796382005-06-30T20:49:00.000-04:002005-06-30T20:50:39.210-04:00

Something about time is inherently silly. Something about some Amazon.com reviews are even sillier.The following is taken from the review for Apicius Cookery and Dining in Imperial Rome by Joseph Dommers Vehling on Amazon. 13 of 13 people found the following review helpful: Recipes are tasty, but author lacks scholarship., September 17, 1998Reviewer: A readerRecipes from before the 15th

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As a child, I was terrified by showers. Something about the scream of the water coming out of the pipes, the drain with a potential to take me away to bug-land, and being pelted with water inside a small area where I couldn't playing around sloshing in puddles.This doesn't mean that completely I escaped from cleanliness.My frequent bathings took place in the bath tub, where I could slosh around

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Good hairNote the shine and general happinessIs it possible to have 1/2 a good hair day? Bad hairNote the frizz and the disobedience1/2 of my head is ornery. The hair on that side refuses to succumb to the powers of brushes, electrical appliances, or hair control products. It snarls and screams but is somehow related to the docile hair only a few follicles away.1/2 of my hair wakes up

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My lease runs out August 1. Due to previous renting experience we thought we could do a month-to-month lease, and were thinking about moving in September when the air isn't disgustingly oppressive with humidity and heat.It looks like our landlord only does yearly leases. He's generally a nice landlord, but doesn't want to do a monthly or even six-month. I mean, I like this place and all but

Knoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6285727.post-1119566076765592622005-06-23T17:11:00.000-04:002005-06-23T18:41:53.303-04:00

I have a problem, one involving chlorophyll and fingernail dirt.It all started rather innocently (of course isn't that how it always starts?) with my desire to have something living besides humans in a sunless room I shared, whose only light source beyond what was provided by the electrical wiring of the room was unnatural rays from the cult next door.I had pestered my mom until I ended up

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(and not the Madonna song that was required at every social function for three years of my life.)I'm currently musing on the fact that despite taking up quite more than its fair share of memories, it is less represented in terms of written journal or blog entries. I have several hunches as why this may be the case:1. Holiday laziness inspires additional laziness when reflecting upon the holiday.2

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*gasp*Once upon a time, I was in love with a band.My love of the band defined who I was, a heart on the sleeve and lyrics on my lips. I was a member of a private mailing list, I frequented chat rooms where we'd discuss our love and stream lyrics back at each other in trying to find the underlying meaning of it all. My beloved band defined an era of burdgeoning online communities sharing the

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There are numerous environmental agents known to cause a sharp rise in blood pressure, drugs, sex, and rock'n roll. But, I'm unsure if anything quite compares to the rise caused by being woken up by banging on the door to groggily realize it is a police officer1.I am terrified by police officers, especially early in the morning before my eyes have completely broken the sleeping seal and my brain

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I wish it was possible for there to be a resume-like item that instead of being a collection of formalized accomplishments and skills, it would be all of the strange things that you ended up doing that weren't in the job description.Things like trying to dispose of 40 uncrustables daily.

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In addition to the commonly known knowledge of dentist offices being a place of phobias and making teeth happy, they are also the place where really bad music waits to die.

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I'm not sure which is more disturbing...1. The fact that I live near a Superfund site--or--2. The fact that I now live near a Walmart.

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The last time I returned from the beach, my thoughtful boyfriend decided to do my laundry including my bathing suit1. Now just in case you've never dealt with female swimsuits I'll let you in on a little piece of information: although they might be flimsy pieces of fabric for covering parts near bodies of water they absolutely detest the washing machine. In simpler terms, women's swimsuits

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Eventually I will write some awfully long (or perhaps nicely short) entry about the quarter life crisis. Instead, I will give you a taste of yesterday's coincidences involving pseudo-adulthood. I was freed from a mysterious piece of the city that lodged itself on my poor foot. Something about going to the doctor for such a thing reminded me of my barefoot childhood and the adults that would

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Only in New York is it possible to see a giant tour bus dropping off a full-load of female New York hipsters, frumpy women, and misplaced-looking guys at a sex shop in the West Village.Only in New York is it possible to see that exact same tour bus pull over at a park a bit later, to spill passengers out in order to eat cupcakes.

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Two dollars and 46 cents? Why must you send me a bill for two dollars and 46 cents, doesn't it cost more to process the paperwork to send me a bill and to process the payment than that? Or are we caught in a never ending feedback loop, where the reason you're charging me this two dollars and 46 cents to pay for the paperwork processing the charge? Technorati Tags: $2.46, , healthinsurance,

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One of the defining moments of my early teen years happened whilst I was 13 and on spring break with my entire paternal extended family in Disney World. An every-other-year trip that was one of those family traditions I loathed as the oldest grandchild of a good Catholic army of kids. That particular year we got the closest to "roughing it" than I ever had before by staying in Disneyfied cabins

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As soon as I choose my specific number from the telephone prompt system, a human answered. Not just that, but a human who spoke crystal clear English with a hint of a southern drawl.I'm absolutely stunned that such a customer service line exists nowadays. Gosh, if only all customer service transactions were that quick, painless, and with a native speaker.(What has the world come to when it is

Knoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6285727.post-1117045525814677402005-05-25T14:13:00.000-04:002005-05-26T10:17:28.666-04:00

I can't even begin to tell you how much I wanted to die when I was 15, my parents sucked, I nearly got kicked out of school, life was absolutely awful. I wanted to die so much that I never thought I'd even live to being 18, to the point that I'm absolutely surprised I'm still alive at 24.I just want you to know that I care about you, and I really look forward to spending time with you in a week.

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(trying to channel the voice of the arrowed teen girl squad member)I have already lost my glasses, and I've only had them for a week.We're not talking some easy to find five minute search for glasses, but a painfully long winded quest that makes me fear that they have been transported into the Twilight Sock Zone only to reappear into my world 2 seconds before the *crunch*.--Once upon a time, I

Knoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6285727.post-1116532119418586892005-05-19T15:37:00.000-04:002005-05-19T15:48:39.423-04:00

One of the first publicists we contacted for materials, in fact, asked "The Internet; what's that? Is that like a BBS with 20 subscribers?" Taken from the final issue of Consumable the first "music reviews publication on the Internet"Discovered whilst looking for something else entirely unrelated. I stumbled upon an archived issue of Consumable on my old computer, wondered if they are still

Knoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6285727.post-1116453609064970162005-05-18T17:22:00.000-04:002005-05-18T18:02:55.066-04:00

I have prided my self on the superhuman ability of my eyes to make out things in the distance that other people can't. For instance: you know that really tiny (possibly blurry) bottom line on eye charts? Well, my only problem in reading it completely correctly is that I'm slightly dyslexic, thus I've never entertained the idea that something could be possibly wrong with my vision because it

Knoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6285727.post-1116450524312485622005-05-18T16:54:00.000-04:002005-07-08T12:52:32.363-04:00

Is there a listing of all of the places the Virgin Mary has appeared? I know she has shown up recently on a piece of eBay toast and a graffitied sidewalk, but are there limits to where she can be seen? Although, the past two days' bad photoshop jobs have involved drills into the eye and nose... I can't bring myself to fake the image of The Virgin Mary in a used tissue. I did amuse myself for

Knoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6285727.post-1116387075461354072005-05-17T23:11:00.000-04:002005-07-08T12:51:57.420-04:00

Just as a note, this is really to amuse myself whilst feeling absolutely dreadful. The following image (as well as the one from yesterday's edition and potential future editions) is a product of a decomposing mind that really only wants to spend equal amounts of time on finding the images as manipulating the images in photoshop. This means: very little time to make the image into an actual slick

Knoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6285727.post-1116384211705783462005-05-17T22:32:00.000-04:002005-05-17T22:43:31.713-04:00

I haven't had a voice since last Thursday. I have been in a horrible state of coughing, sneezing, and all over body ache as well.Please, please, please don't punish me for being under a constant level of school-related stress for the past two years. I tried to treat you as well as I possibly could, given the circumstances. I gave you vitamins, organic produce, yoga, and sunshine to combat the

Knoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6285727.post-1116346838559486472005-05-17T12:21:00.000-04:002005-05-17T22:44:52.856-04:00

The sudden fear brought about by a knock on the door for an unexpected package delivery when severely under-dressed. Will cause a pounding heart that mirrors the sound of door knocking, and a quick grabbing of anything that might prevent an indecent exposure to the chatty delivery person.Note: Cats and pigtails do not count as emergency dressing measures.Technorati Tags: wotd, UPSitis, ups,

Knoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6285727.post-1116258708633700332005-05-16T11:10:00.000-04:002005-07-08T12:51:07.000-04:00

I am a bad sickperson. I'm not sure if it is just because I haven't been sick in a rather long time and I have no idea how to be sick, or that it is has been a terribly long time since the last time I had no deadline or project to be working on that combined with feeling sick makes me feel even more confused and listless. [Blah, blah, blah.]What this means for you, my dear blog reader is that

Knoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6285727.post-1115986043123294062005-05-13T08:00:00.000-04:002005-05-13T08:11:18.666-04:00

I have survived the endorphin gauntlet of the past two weeks.In which I....presented my thesisfinished my thesisgot bombarded by family visiting for graduation (whilst still typing the damn thesis)was supposed to be nice and social with family and out-of-town guest when all i wanted to do was spend several years sleeping without contact from the rest of the world. (if anything proved to me how

Knoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6285727.post-1115621671603631002005-05-09T02:58:00.000-04:002005-05-09T02:54:31.826-04:00

45 fucking pages without the garnishes in size 12 Times New Roman double spaced.Plus 6 pages of Times New Roman single spaced proposal treatment for the resource guide.

Knoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6285727.post-1115601240267778312005-05-08T21:11:00.000-04:002005-05-08T21:14:00.270-04:00

In the future, will the traditional way remembering holidays (with dates emblazened on printed calendars) be completely replaced by the Google Reminder (where they rework the holiday's theme into their logo)?Or is this just how I'm reminded about holidays I would rather forget?

Knoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6285727.post-1115588398297487622005-05-08T17:35:00.000-04:002005-05-08T17:39:58.636-04:00

If you make it through the next 24 hours, I will do anything in the world you want me to do even if that includes disconnecting from electronic devices for awhile.I really need to finish my thesis paper because it is due at noon tomorrow, and I would really like it if we worked together to get this fucking thing finished instead of against each other.I love you,~The girl with the sore wrists and

Knoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6285727.post-1115393555763032192005-05-06T11:29:00.000-04:002005-05-06T11:35:07.136-04:00

(A glimpse inside of a 15 block argument)Usually I hesitate when a guy I don't really know asks for my number, but here I was on a street corner less than a foot away from my boyfriend gleefully swapping phone numbers with a guy I just met.(GIJM)I was out celebrating the completion of thesis presentations with my friends, especially because one completely brought the house down with her awesome

Knoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6285727.post-1115127631362975032005-05-03T09:38:00.000-04:002005-05-03T09:40:31.363-04:00

*deep breath*It is just a presentation.It is just a presentation.It is just a presentation.(i can't seem to calm down.)

Knoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6285727.post-1115087162673891842005-05-02T22:26:00.000-04:002005-05-02T22:26:02.673-04:00

Wrecked Evo8 Side Originally uploaded by spenser. Why must you get into a car accident today and freak the hell out of me?love,worried big sis

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The last time I did anything that was web broadcast, a couple days later a horrible horrible thing happened. (9-11)Tomorrow I will be presenting my thesis. It will be web broadcasted. I seriously hope that the the world doesn't implode. Or if it does, it happens *before* I have to present.---If for some strange reason you'd like to watch me present my thesis tomorrow [Tuesday] evening, msg me

Knoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6285727.post-1114952501021603282005-05-01T08:54:00.000-04:002005-05-01T09:01:41.020-04:00

In a week and a day, I will graduate1 with a Masters in SomethingIwillNotlistHereforIfearGoogle with advanced degree in self-loathing. If I actually make it to Monday next week.--1 Pending upon my completion of the project that was due on Friday, that I haven't completed yet. Have you ever tried to resurrect a paper written at an obscenely early hour? Why did I decide to fix the paper instead of

Knoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6285727.post-1114906440113716102005-04-30T19:54:00.000-04:002005-04-30T20:14:00.113-04:00

I miss you.Today is a gloomy day on the East Coast, and I can't help my mind drifting off to how wonderful it is right now where you are...Checking the weather (a beautiful 89 degrees, so much nicer than last year's oppressive 117) makes me wish that I could be wrapped up in your embrace, dancing along to my favorite bands instead of cursing myself for all of the fucking school work I still have

Knoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6285727.post-1114808474081541872005-04-29T16:49:00.000-04:002005-04-30T08:45:15.086-04:00

on my meditative1 drive home from one of my last classes the gravity of my upcoming graduation hit me like the 15 passenger van that nearly collided with me.pardon me whilst i cry in a bucket about the end of my current lifestyle.(despite the fact that i'm desperate for it to end, i actually don't want it to come to an end.)---1as in driving whilst not really meaning to meditate. slipping into

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why didn't i learn from last week? wasn't i going to spend more time than the absolute last minute on this project?

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I'm starting to feel extremely elated. Although my thesis is not completely done as I still have to add to sections and tidy up the entire thing, I'm currently writing the final section of my conclusion. As in the only additional section I have left to write (besides the paragraph additions here and there) is my abstract and this final sliver of my conclusion. This is amazing, and I feel the need

Knoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6285727.post-1114713796896595572005-04-28T14:27:00.000-04:002005-04-28T14:43:16.896-04:00

The only thing keeping me alive at the moment is the list of things I will do as soon as I'm fucking finished with my thesis. (5 more days. eeeecks. I really need more time, but I really don't want to suffer anymore.)1. Sleep for at least 8 hours a night.2. Listen to music, namely my favorite radio station in the entire world. Hopefully the 3+ months of non-music listening will not make me

Knoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6285727.post-1114711388692363672005-04-28T13:57:00.000-04:002005-04-28T14:03:08.693-04:00

I realize that I'm stressed out, there is absolutely no need for you to broadcast to the entire world that I am stressed out. I'm also wondering, how did you gather the support of so many of my pores? Have you been plotting this hostile face takeover for months?Hoping that this is your last hooorah at being a teenager,The girl who doesn't want to show her face in public and who has completely

Knoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6285727.post-1114525363222664492005-04-26T10:17:00.000-04:002005-04-26T10:22:43.223-04:00

I realize that I have overdue books, but do you realize that your online renewal system has blocked me from renewing any of my books I currently have checked out. This means that the pile of books I still need for at least another week, but are due today, cannot be renewed and thus I cycle further into library fines debt.I could understand your idea of wanting to block people using your system

Knoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6285727.post-1114441784802058402005-04-25T10:47:00.000-04:002005-04-25T11:09:44.803-04:00

One of which I will save for a later date after the thesis is completed.*ahem* Today's first confession:I have become hooked on fake sweeteners.I know, it is really shameful... right? I am not a coffee drinker. I find brewed coffee to be one of the most vile things, which only holds the purpose in my world as an imbibable vector of caffeine. I enjoy the smooth notes of tea, and usually need to

Knoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6285727.post-1114352508453548342005-04-24T10:20:00.000-04:002005-04-24T10:21:48.453-04:00

There is something about the fact that my thesis is due in one week and two days, that makes me want to lie down in the middle of some train tracks right now.

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And how their existence shatters my world view.When I was a child during drives through the countryside1, my dad would frequently shout, "Look, there's Water Buffalo."All of the inhabitants attention would be quickly shifted from the carsickness from yet another daddy "short cut"2 to look for the location of this mythical Water Buffalo.Eventually, after we all realized what he was talking about

Knoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6285727.post-1114203744885451312005-04-22T16:18:00.000-04:002005-04-22T17:02:24.886-04:00

If there was ever anything I wish I could take back in my life, it would've been agreeing to getting my decadely tetanus shot yesterday in my ass. I actually wonder if it is too late for them to suck the vaccine out of the muscle tissue in my ass.Although I wouldn't complain about the actually getting the shot in my ass, I had a quite jolly time with the nurse practitioner laughing about the

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It is generally considered a Bad Sign when 13 hours before a final project paper is due, there is an intense desire to go to bed and yet nothing written.Technorati Tag: fucked

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For the past hour, I've been staring at an email. One of my recently appointed web-heroes wrote me back in response to some burning questions (related to my thesis) I had. And as I try to write my hero back, I get completely stuck unable to think at all. Unable to answer my hero's question of why I'm doing my current research, besides "I'm doing this because this is something my program

Knoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6285727.post-1113938584592655322005-04-19T15:03:00.000-04:002005-04-19T22:25:00.056-04:00

(this is not a real blog post. but it is. but it really isn't.)Uh, why am I now getting spam involving cats? Why the hell did I click the spam message's link? Why do people think that dressing their cat up in human-ish clothing will make it look more intelligent? Is this somehow a conspiracy related to the new German pope?Why can't I focus on doing anything school related?(*sings* Sunny days..

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(think less along the lines of "this is not a cigar" and more along the lines of this is a brief morning diversion before i spend another day writing my thesis.)there is something quite telling about the recent search requests that are landing strangers here, as if the entire world of kids locked up in school are excited about the end and counting down the days till school ends while others are

Knoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6285727.post-1113773472389510922005-04-17T17:12:00.000-04:002005-07-08T13:07:37.860-04:00

Can I somehow sneak coffee in as an essential part of a healthy diet when I'm imbibing perhaps 40% of my suggested daily dosage of calcium in the form of the sweetened condensed milk I drizzle into my french1 pressed coffee? That's nutritional value, right? Much better for me than anything contained in my double easter basket.2For the sake of guilt about not having enough time to prepare food

Knoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6285727.post-1113653830035739382005-04-16T08:06:00.000-04:002005-07-08T13:05:59.293-04:00

If I leave my computer on it is for a reason. If I leave my computer on whilst I grab a little bit of sleep, it doesn't mean that I left my computer on just for you to reset it. Honestly, I don't fucking care how important of an update this was, couldn't you have at least waited for my permission to reset? Isn't that how it usually goes? I doubt that I ever gave you the permission to pull such a

Knoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6285727.post-1113606807118874832005-04-15T17:55:00.000-04:002005-07-08T13:05:32.673-04:00

(Potential TMI WARNING!!! Read at your own risk!!!)Once upon a time in a land far away, women were thought to be crazy due to a wandering uterus that might seize their brains. And thus medical history began a strange convoluted journey with their relationship to the female sex.I could possibly ramble on about this history, but I'm guessing if you chose to read past the TMI warning you want

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Somewhere along the way of moving cross-country, F lost something that I was excited to loose. It wasn't some horrifically ugly shirt1 that I had been praying would be lost, but a bamboo stick with a hygienic purpose. A stick that would be reused to scrape out earwax, and then would rest in the cup housing a collection of writing implements.I frequently will absentmindedly chew on the ends of

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Mind mind is currently a blank slate, refusing to cooperate with my impending deadline. Maybe it is unwise that I'm in the suicide library, as I might die before the 3 weeks left are over.

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blog entry as a mental dumping groundI am a member of the first generation of kids whose earliest memories involve computers. In my case, I remember practicing my addition skills whilst green colored numbered apples fell on a black screen, an educational game that ran off of a floppy disk larger than my hand on a computer situated on top of a makeshift computer desk- an antique pie safe. I still

Knoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6285727.post-1113251147349539032005-04-11T15:54:00.000-04:002005-04-11T16:26:16.946-04:00

alternate title: Was ist das Gegenteil1 of "Anniversary"?Today is the anniversary date of something that no longer exists.This is where I get trapped inside of words. A certain physical outcome of this anniversary-that-no-longer-exists still exists-- in the form of my siblings and memories-- still exists but the date itself has been erased from the calendar.Dearly beloved, here we are gathered

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the reason I hate this thing is because I have this overwhelming urge to go back and delete and rewrite what I wrote about photography before, as it doesn't quite capture how I feel and is slightly confusing word-wise and brief. I guess this little bit of text only shows the hypercritical person inside of me, who sometimes makes me feel as if English isn't my first language, despite the fact that

Knoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6285727.post-1113189384122602422005-04-10T22:24:00.000-04:002005-04-10T23:16:24.126-04:00

if only I could truly enjoy my favorite seasonSomehow it is amazing how much of a difference a couple degrees makes. My park1 has drastically changed from being a relatively bleak space with relatively few people milling around besides dog owners, child caretakers, and drug dealers2 to this place bursting out at the seams full of sounds, people, colors, and smells. My park has become a Petri

Knoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6285727.post-1113093142769762292005-04-09T19:35:00.000-04:002005-07-08T13:04:23.650-04:00

I grew up in a house that had a darkroom in the basement. The room itself only held my attention when I was a little kid during xmas time (as this was the room where all of the presents would be stashed) and much later as a slumber party novelty because being crowded in a red-lit room is entertaining when you have friends willing to snort koolaid or make bongs out of coke cans. But the room never

Knoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6285727.post-1113095419188729542005-04-09T18:54:00.000-04:002005-04-09T21:10:19.186-04:00

a crisis in meaningI'm not entirely sure why I do this. Is this a place to: unload/vent, replace personal communication with broadcast, become hyper self-critical, capture my thoughts for future hilarity/recollection, or something else.Should I worry about the intended versus the actual audience? Should I apologize for the infrequency and suckiness of the non-frequent posts lately? Should I just

Knoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6285727.post-1112792557613515892005-04-06T08:51:00.001-04:002005-04-06T09:02:37.613-04:00

Getting religious spam including a SuperSized portion of the freshly deceased pope and a side of the phrase "Pope John Paul II Mission Accomplished," is best served on an empty stomach.

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(several thoughts... loosely joined)Although I love that extra hour of cuddling in bed that is granted at the end of daylight savings in October, I can't help but feel cheated when time springs forward once again to store the sunshine. Especially when I have an impending deadline heavily breathing in my ears like that of some telephone sex operator1.Somehow I'm just amazed by the difference the

Knoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6285727.post-1112276124546853662005-03-31T07:57:00.000-05:002005-03-31T08:35:24.546-05:00

Since Saturday, my mind has been infested with an earworm. Despite all of my efforts to loosen the song's grip of my mind, everything seems to help lodge the song deeper. And it is at this point, after being plagued by the song for five days, that I fear this song is trying to compete with a song I couldn't shake for over a year. However, that occurred when I was a child not when my sanity was

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As much as I am in love with my beloved music festival in the desert, I will not be going to Coachella this year. *sigh* This is mostly due to the fact that I can't bend time and space to my will.Fact #1 My written thesis is due on the Tuesday the week of Coachella. Speculated Fact #1 Despite my efforts otherwise, I will heavily procrastinate my thesis.

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