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Thursday, June 25th, 2009
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2:32 am - CUP PIE
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Ok, so I've never made a pie or even seen a pie being made. I assumed it was something difficult. No.
I didn't have enough flour for the crust recipe so I guess-adjusted the other quantities. Then the apple filling I didn't really follow but just put things I thought would taste good (it called for brown/white sugar, butter and water and I added nutmeg, cinnamon, vanilla and milk because it was thick). I did everything with a cup measure and just eyeballed it.
THEN I crammed this thing into a large muffin tin. It wasn't very pretty and I didn't use a rolling pin to roll the dough. The crust is the best crust I've ever had on a pie (oh I tossed some extra happiness in that, too). I guessed on the time/temp. WHAT HAPPENED?
HEAVEN IN A CUP. You know how sometimes you have a perfect moment and all your senses are absolutely delighted? That happened in my mouth. I could feel my taste buds smiling. Every other fruit pie I've had has a slightly weak crust, this perfect cuppie had no mushy, only goody. Mom's and Achatz included. I'm very sad I only made one because I expected total failure. Also I ate the rest of the granny smith apple ew ew ugh bleh.
Hell, I never even liked pie. This is the beginning of a beautiful relationship.
I'm going to experiment tomorrow with peach-blackberry-raspberry pie, two kinds of apple pie, strawberry and WHO KNOWS WHERE THE ROAD WILL TAKE US. I understand the basics of this pie thing and I'm adjusting it to my liking. Pie isn't even that bad for you - cake is a million times worse and that cup pie > cake. Fruit is so naturally sweet. My mouth still tastes delicious.
Going home on friday. Bearing pie. Real ones and cup ones.
Of course I'm going to bake cheese and honey into some of the crusts.
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| Tuesday, September 30th, 2008
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2:17 pm - axolandals
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The little fuckers (http://viewmorepics.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=viewImage&friendID=4968901&albumID=2129654&imageID=44368084) can metamorphose into regular ol' salamanders. Usually this doesn't happen without crazy hormone treatment. BUT I have magical powers that can 1) heal axolotls and 2) turn axolotls and seahorses into homos and now 3) perform ursula-like magic and give them the ability to walk on land and find Prince Eric.
I feel bad for this little dude. It's like he wished for his gills to go away so he could run away with his brain intact...he hasn't stopped pacing and searching for something. He's old, too, so this is basically a death sentence. He's not looking for food, either.
My hands are worse every day. They would like to return to Uganda. All my clothes still smells like Uganda anyway...seriously, I can't tell if it's in my head or not. I'm freaking out about it.
I'm looking for a dog that doesn't shed or drool and will die in a couple years.
This whole US-economy-goes-down-like-the titanic thing makes me all interested in the markets. I have a disturbing desire to see the violent end of things. The bigger the better.
I hate Sparty's. Time to stick my hands in water woohoo pain. Then home to cough, drink tea, write a cheerful (drunk?) thing about how I wants to be a veterinariany when I grow up and watch house. Have fun at boozeday, the smoke would kill me today.
current mood: freezing/burning up/coughing
current music: me singing in a sick voice
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| Monday, July 14th, 2008
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11:06 pm - yay for being home
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Mom: *turns on MASH* you should watch this, since you're into the whole army thing.
Me: Very funny.
Mom: You could watch Army Wives!
Me: Ha. Ha. Ha. No. The season finale was -
Mom: AHHH AHAHAHAH YOU DO WATCH IT!
Me: NO IT WAS IN THE MAGAZINE AT THE ALLERGISTS OFFICE!!
later:
Me: I don't watch Army Wives, and I'm not going to.
Mom: Maybe one day you'll be on it.
I got some AMAZING shoes. I just need some quickdry shirts, should get a pair of pants like that too...then drugs, and I'm ready to die in africa. I don't really think I'm going to die. I do, however, think I'll be pooping in a bag at some point. Please, God, disappoint me like you usually do.
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| Tuesday, May 27th, 2008
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2:32 pm - Give it to me
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IIIIIIIIIIII'm so addicted to the lovin' that you're givin' to meeee
I've driven like 400 miles in the past couple days. Kinda thinking about being a truck driver because it's FUN.
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| Wednesday, May 14th, 2008
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3:54 pm - the best part is "shut up redneck ... man"
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shut up redneck...man
sawyer looks so hot
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| Tuesday, May 13th, 2008
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3:42 pm - ocean rider is no longer the devil
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Ocean Rider, Supreme Ruler of the Captivebred Seahorse Market, is pushing conservation. I've hated them vehemently for so long...I feel lost.
In other news, looking at my desktop makes me sick. I don't want to make a list of the drivers I need and get them in the MSU library. I was sooo against this that I just went and bought a $952 lenovo laptop. My mom wouldn't let me get a disposable laptop, which I think would be a better idea anyway. I could've bought a ~400 cheapo thing with a 2 year lifespan, and just gotten a new one later.
Whatever. And because it's not sitting in circuit city I have to wait 3 weeks. I might might maybe fix my desktop before then.
Saturday I'm going to a michigan frog meeting. This guy I met at Petco (he works there) asked what the crickets were for (A: the lab I work in) and said he had some dart frogs, we started talking, and now he's driving me there.
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| Monday, May 5th, 2008
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9:52 am - seriously annoyed up in here
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My computer cheated on me while I was home for 10 hours and now has some nasty computer std.
I've come to terms with losing everything I have on it. The big problem is not having any installation disks because I haven't had problems since I got it 4 years ago. 4 years on windows with no problems. :( Bye bye music.
I'm blaming my cousin. I think he used IE to check his email the other day.
Brent's bringing over his windows cds and we're killing it.
So, yeah. My computer might be junk for a while because I don't have any install cds. Bye bye guys.
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| Tuesday, April 29th, 2008
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8:06 pm - the 500 word mark break
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I just got my aquaculture grades. 97%/90% on the two part final that I studied for like 30 minutes. The second highest grade in the 30 years he's taught the course from studying for 30 minutes. Overall a 98% in the class. I am good at this shit. I see the world as systems and costs and balances, and I understand that people want to pay the value they personally place on a product, not the actual worth (woo walmart fuck you). I think I have some mild god-complex issues where I think if I control the system it will be fine, or at least without surprise fuck ups. Bow before your God Apophis.
I would be a liability and vector for disease, a potential million dollar loss. And there's the pain. Mostly that, because I could wear gloves all of the time and cancel out the disease transmission, just having the pain to deal with. And this, ladies and gentlemen, is why getting married and pregnant looks better every month.
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1:35 pm - sorry i'm being a flake but this sums up my life right now
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(13:34:33) brie: yeah, i should be better by next week
(13:34:35) brie: hoopefully
(13:34:54) FlyMonk321: or at least on the road to recovery
(13:35:05) brie: yeah
(13:35:12) brie: right now i'm on the road to being an alcoholic insomniac
I wish my term paper was due thursday. Or that my exam wasn't tomorrow. Rwar. Either way I'm done in 27 hours. Then lots of work to do, and I think I have to buy real clothes to watch people graduate. I'm mildly annoyed at my egypt prof for okaying me talking about dromedary camels, then forgetting he said that and being all smarmy about camels not being egyptology, 'cause, seriously, what did the comic mergers he told us about have to do with ANYTHING that has anything to do with anything real people do in the real world.
whatever. he's still a pretty fly for a white guy. NOW: Stargate SG-1: The Gateway to Pyramidiocy?? (lol if you get the pun you're a dork)
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| Tuesday, April 22nd, 2008
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11:08 am - I hate quotes.
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Overpopulation is the elephant in the room. Marriage is just a financial transaction. I bet tons of google sites pop up if you search those. Why do people get so much credit for talking? And after one person says it loud enough, anyone else saying it is simply copying, even if it was an original idea.
Why do people think only one person can think something witty or succinct and observant? monkeys typewriters shakespeare blah blah blah humans livejournal plato blah blah blah
current music: enough time + blogs + teenagers = the republic
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| Wednesday, April 16th, 2008
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11:20 pm - mmmmm bambi
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I was going to write about how stores need to be open late for people with jobs that don't work with the sunlight and how if you define 'want' and 'need' and don't be all caught up in baby's daddy shit you can be fine with a 40hr/wk nightshift at meijer and that's totally your decision because this isn't a communist country and so we can all try to do what we want instead of what needs to be done and no one wants to clean toilets (okay someone on 4chan wants to) so the people who don't decide or realize there's a choice (this is the closest I come to sympathy about this) end up with the brushes and anyway they needto support the doctor/nurses/energy/caretaker shift people's needs. I'm a firm believer in AMERICA allowing you to work your way up. You just need to stop bitching about starting at the bottom. And 'hard work' is a ridiculous, subjective idea. My dad and vets in general go to school for 8 years to make 50,000 starting. I thought working 70+hrs a week, a couple of those on call, and not having money for new clothes was a normal thing. This is why I'm not direly concerned with my future. I'll be able to do something.
BUT
I just got some depressing Armada news and have now decided we need a totally new branch of government that randomly screens people for psychological problems. JOBS! Whatever is going on in your life it could be worse. You don't want to know. If any of you Armadians still read this and don't know what I'm talking about contact me somehow.
ps a circus has the potential to be way more humane than a zoo but this would be nigh impossible to standardize/inspect
ps I have on occasion considered cutting out beef/pork from my diet and in reality I don't eat those two very much. Nothing to do with the animal, I have consumed many-a-animal I've seen as a baby/called by name/petted/fed a treat and I will continue doing so, but the environmental issues are almost big enough. Then again, the meat I usually eat (that I make) comes from lowlowlow intensity farming. You don't bother to name a thousand pigs.
FINALLY MY CUPCAKE IS DONE! GOODNIGHT!
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| Wednesday, February 13th, 2008
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11:44 am - LOLathon
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8:50am: I leave the house and break a chunk out of my nail when I shut the door. It doesn't hurt, but it's getting caught on everything all day.
So, I'm thrilled it's WARM out and merrily speed-walking along, crossing the Harrison/Grand River intersection when I hit a patch of ice or put too much confidence in the treads on my shoes...either way I fall, MAGNIFICENTLY, as in gangly-man+banana peel magnificently. Yeah. Yes, of course there are lines of cars watching me fall. The cute guy I've never seen before behind me? Yeah, he saw me fall, too (and asked if I was okay).
Ok. It's sort of funny. I'm not bleeding anywhere, my pants aren't ripped...resume speed-walking and laughing at myself. I reach in my pocket to check the time and I find my glove. So, I half-run the 30 yards back to the intersection but the road is filled with snow, and the cars already went once...no phone in sight. No two week old, beloved, tiny black phone anywhere. Or maybe it was everywhere already.
I'm bummed. For some weird reason I have phone insurance for the first time ever, and I wasn't even going to get it. I'll have a phone back eventually...but I already set all the speed dials and shit on this one. And I had a tape of my seahorse with eggs all over him.
Also, if a test isn't designed to take 80 minutes, don't put a 45 minute essay question (it said 'take ~45 minutes) along with 5 mini-essays and 30 fill-in-the-blanks. Douche.
Slim chance I left the phone in my house. Please be in my house, phone. Please?
And the protein bar I grabbed today expired in 4/06. It was made in 01/06. I took a bite of it. If I die, it's either that or because my inhaler is empty. Humid is supposed to help my lungs but they're freaking out, and because they've been so good in the wicked cold I hadn't checked my inhaler...yeah, I'm fucked. Maybe I'll get to use one of the green rape phones. That would be joy of joys.
current mood:  hungry
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| Wednesday, January 9th, 2008
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12:22 am - Seahorses
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I just found 15 babies in the tank. That there are so many and most are still lookin' cute/feelin' cute means Tweaks or snookums popped pretty recently. Brine should be ready in less than 24 hours (18 will make happaay). If I can get a couple to 5 months I will be sooo happy.
Given my total lack of WARNING I'm guessing I won't reach this goal...these bastards are like pregnant celebs wearing a sweatshirt - you can't even tell they've got one[hundred] on the way.
Classes are crazy. This week is nuts. Next week I will settle into the nice routine of not doing anything expect on Tuesday nights, the new best night of the week.
15 only set me back 2 hours on getting to bed...and take away an hour of sleep tomorrow morning. The sad thing is this is a good sacrifice. If these guys live, be prepared for "i can't, i have to take care of my seahorses" to once again become my reason for bailing on hanging out with people.
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| Wednesday, December 5th, 2007
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9:15 am - Vampires, dinosaurs and zombies
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Craziest dream in a long time. My family was running from something (we run into New York from that stupid show), most other people were dead, at some point we were trapped in a huge room that had flooded then frozen. There were dinosaurs in there that started to thaw, but to leave the room we had to die going through the door and it HURT. My dad went first and the doorway strips your spirit from your body and burns/strips flesh off your body, then your body dies and your spirit becomes corporal and you're better but there's no way we could get isaac and taylor to go through. So, I went to the vampires to ask if there was any other way. Vampire dude is all like 'you realize I eat humans' and I'm like 'yeah, but dinosaurs are going to eat my brothers and sisters if I don't get them out of the room'
Cute vampire and I are having this conversation on a daybed, and he picks up my hand and starts being all 'humans have such soft skin' and I'm annoyed by this and tell him to help me. He keeps running his fingers up and down my arm, and the only reason I'm not making out with a vampire is the young girl vampire watching us in the corner. Another vampire walks in and is all what the fuck? and little girl vampire says I'm cute vamps girlfriend. I argue with this and leave. Somehow we get everyone out of the room and run into the vampires. The little girl is all "it's your girlfriend!' and then we go talk. Vampires and humans don't date, apparently. But he does like me.
Why can't my dream love life be more encouraging than the real thing?
This is what happens when you watch 30 days of night and Nip/Tuck before bed, instead of studying for a final. Going to take final now.
current mood:  amused
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| Sunday, December 2nd, 2007
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10:30 pm - aw hells yeah my baby loves me more
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That's the only entry I read on my friend list.
It's exam time. I have a presentation tomorrow, an exam Wednesday and then my other exams are at the end of next week. I think I'm going to put up christmas decorations during finals week instead of studying. I already have lights for my porch, and I might even go buy a tree.
I have a lot of mailing to do. One...two...three...four....I think that's it. Hm. Maybe five things.
I really dont' want to wake up ta 7:30, leave by 8, get to Nat Resources by 8:35, practice powerpoint thing for 3 hours, give a presentation.
What do I want for christmas? I want the birthday dude to keep his flock to himself. I'm tired of people saying I'm not sheepy enough for them. Hahahah. I'd be less amused if things worked out well in my life.
Fersrstho I'm going to try damn hard to enjoy christmas. There's going to be a lot of tea and candles and books and music. And baking. And being mopey about lasik not happening. Also, bars. 'Cause december is fucking cold and my bed is so amazing/big that not sharing it is sinful.
current mood: the last part is a lie
current music: the police
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| Tuesday, October 30th, 2007
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4:14 pm - Barbie
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| Monday, October 22nd, 2007
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2:25 pm - I'm in the library, duh
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http://youtube.com/watch?v=2IdUxez36l4
You watch that now.
ANd now I avoid doing a literature search on fucking with salamanders. In a couple weeks I'm going to put tiger salamanders on a lazy susan turntable thing your grandma owns, then spin them slowly to make them strike at paper worms. Hahahahahah.
This came up when I clicked on one of the google scholar links: http://www.tjeeze.com/TJEEZE/default.asp?curpage=1&id=7&user=0541&myid=minicam <yep, it's a camwhore site
From the State News response column:
Anyone getting attacked like this is never a good thing. After feeling sorry for the girls who experienced this, the next thing that came to my mind": When are people finally going to learn? It doesn't take that much intelligence to know that walking alone at night, in low-traffic areas, is not safe for someone to do, especially for a female. If I had to guess, at least one of the two women was wearing a backpack at the time, and the other one was talking on her cell phone. If I were going to attack someone, those would be good targets to go after. The first one can't take off running because of the heavy books attached to her back, and the second one is completely oblivious to her surroundings, enveloped in conversation. The only thing that would make someone a better target is if one had been drinking.
And while this may be sexist, it seems as though women think the useless can of pepper spray in their purses will protect them. Most attacks happen from behind, so when you are startled and your adrenaline kicks in, someone inexperienced in that situation will have a difficult time reaching for their spray, removing the safety and aiming it properly. That stuff is difficult to aim, and if you are in close quarters you will end up getting it all over yourself, which defeats the purpose.
The reason this continues to happen is because people don't use common sense. There are so many simple things people can do to protect themselves. First, MSU police offer escort services. All you have to do is call and an officer will be happy to escort you to your location safely. How much safer can it get than that? If you don't want to do that, then get a friend to walk with you. There's always strength in numbers. Hang up your cellphone so you can pay attention; your conversation was most likely not that important anyway. Walk with your backpack on one shoulder, so you can leave it if you need to take off quickly. No matter where you live and what you do, there will always be bad people out looking to hurt others. The best things you can do, is be proactive and use common sense.
-Steve Schauer osteopathic medicine graduate student
bearsbeetsbattlestargalactica. Okay, I am slightly calmed down. Fine. What he says isn't all that bad or stupid. I'm still incredibly pissed off. I AM NOT CALLING A GODDAMN POLICE OFFICER TO WALK ME HOME. Jackass. Way to blame the victim, too. That's cool. Mayhap I can get myself a chaperone for when I'm alone with caddish fellows.
AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH. I LOVE walking around alone. Not so much because I like being alone, but because I don't like being around people all of the time. I'm very aware of my surroundings and even if I'm on the phone/listening to my ipod it's quiet and no one can sneak up on me. I keep the nearest well-lit areas and populated places in mind. I carry my backpack on one shoulder most of the time and if I'm walking around on a weekend I probably have a sharp object in my hand. Even taking these precautions PISSES ME OFF. I also look like a giant sock most of the time, instead of a normal human whose clothes fit properly. And people usually make a lot more noise when they walk than I do, even though I walk faster than almost everyone. It's because of the 4th dark tower book. When Roland rides in on Rusher, Susan doesn't hear him and thinks he's a gunslinger until she realizes he's a baaaaby (gunslinger). Wanted to be a gunslinger then, still think it'd be cool to be one now.
I'm going to the information meeting thingy about the summer in Kenya animal behavior thing. I want to go to Africa like I want to smoke and drink and drive too fast.
current mood: don't want to go to lab
current music: trent reznor was a qT
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| Thursday, September 27th, 2007
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10:01 am - studying woo
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PeanutButerCup3 (9:43:26 AM): i hates this college thing
adamovesper (9:43:29 AM): me too
Auto Response from PeanutButerCup3 (9:43:30 AM): it'd be nice to have asong written about me. of course, if it was really written about me, the only lyrics would be "i hate my life"...mebbe throw in a "two dollar latte day!" lyric at the end to keep it kinda optimistic...hell i don't know
adamovesper (9:43:56 AM): i won't be surprised if i get 10% on the exam i just took
adamovesper (9:43:59 AM): i just don't give a fuck
adamovesper (9:44:10 AM): i will become a rich man's baby machine if i can just quit right now
adamovesper (9:44:14 AM): i'll learn how to cook
PeanutButerCup3 (9:45:19 AM): oh man
PeanutButerCup3 (9:45:22 AM): that'd be nice for a couple years
PeanutButerCup3 (9:45:25 AM): until i wentinsane
PeanutButerCup3 (9:45:35 AM): dude i'm fucked for my test today
PeanutButerCup3 (9:45:36 AM): like
PeanutButerCup3 (9:45:37 AM): no doubt
PeanutButerCup3 (9:45:40 AM): just "fucked"
adamovesper (9:45:43 AM): i was fucked
adamovesper (9:45:49 AM): and doing it again at 5pm
adamovesper (9:46:00 AM): i...i haven't studied. i really just don't care.
PeanutButerCup3 (9:46:07 AM): i've barely studied
adamovesper (9:46:13 AM): i want to drop the semester. we can do that, right?
PeanutButerCup3 (9:46:18 AM): and considering i did shitty on the homework (where i could use my notes!) that means bad
PeanutButerCup3 (9:46:21 AM): i dunno
adamovesper (9:46:29 AM): let's go to the dean and say it's been difficult, our coming out of the closet and all that
adamovesper (9:46:34 AM): and we need a semester off
PeanutButerCup3 (9:46:51 AM): lolol
PeanutButerCup3 (9:47:00 AM): we can go to that simon lady
PeanutButerCup3 (9:47:08 AM): be like "hey you seem pretty butch, you know how it is"
adamovesper (9:47:17 AM): hahahhahaha
PeanutButerCup3 (9:47:44 AM): sometimes i wish i really was gay
PeanutButerCup3 (9:47:48 AM): so i could pop out of closets
adamovesper (9:47:50 AM): hahahhaha
PeanutButerCup3 (9:47:51 AM): and be like "HINT!! HINT!!"
adamovesper (9:47:53 AM): like r. kelly
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| Wednesday, September 26th, 2007
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10:48 am - Avoiding studying
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JENNA, mah furry baby, if you still read this give me your address. I wrote a letter to someone bad and now I want to write one to someone good.
I have an orgo exam (8am) and a neurobiology exam (5pm) tomorrow. I haven't done anything but go to lecture for either. I wish I could feel stress like normal people.
Sparty's mocha is disgusting. I swear I'm going to get diabetes from whatever the fuck they put in it. You'd think making it a double would make it more bitter but no not when the double is an extra shot of sugar.
I'm going to leave all my stuff here (library) and go get more water. YES! No one stole my shit. Like anyone would bother to steal an ipod mini at this point. God, I feel so sick from half a mocha. I want to crawl into a corner and die for an hour. Or seven. I'll probably get 4 hours of sleep tonight.
Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck organic chemistry is so boring. Why can't they use real examples? Teach us how to make meth, then I'll listen. Rathke showed us how to make cocaine. Greek lady is using examples that don't even work in the real world. Brianne does not approve. Brianne is going to vomit chocolatey caffeine.
Whoa. My computer sounds like it's about to take flight. I'm not even doing anything.
I need a haircut before greg comes to visi
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| Wednesday, September 19th, 2007
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4:02 pm - Okay so this is how what I want to be has evolved
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<14: Who didn't want to be a secret agent at some point?
14 - be a psychiatrist for a few years, invest wisely, retire ASAP (hopefully by 35) and live in a cabin in the middle of nowhere because I hate people
15 - be a psychiatrist for a few years, invest wisely, retire ASAP (hopefully by 35) and live in a cabin in the middle of nowhere because I hate people
16 - well maybe being an exotic veterinarian wouldn't be so bad...yes, yes it would.
16 - be a psychiatrist for a few years, invest wisely, retire ASAP (hopefully by 35) and live in a cabin in the middle of nowhere because I hate people
17 (college) - psychiatrist because it'd be fun to give drugs to fucked up people
18 - Zoology. I hate people, I want to be in a lab away from them but see a few occasionally.
19 - I'm going to save the world by starting intelligent/sustainable/lucrative aquaculture.
20 - the world is fucked. I'd be cockblocked by politicians on one end and starving families on the other. I don't want to revise everything I want until it looks good on paper and achieves ZERO of my objectives, but calms the general public and gives them a false sense of involvement/admiration for the organization/politician signing the order to protect some bullshit area. I want some kind of fight. This isn't it anymore.
It's all lies. Money doesn't lie. That's why I want money. I can be a correct robot and not be drowned out by screaming bleeding-heart dolphin-loving liberal environmentalists with biased information. I need facts to matter.
I want desperately to sell everything I own and wander around.
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