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[20 Mar 2003|01:32am] |
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Goodbye journally de Bunglefizz.
I shall save you via the printer at school tomorrow, when I print out all my enrties and put them away for safe keeping. After all, that's why I kept this damned thing in the first place. :)
If you see a new name added to your friends list, it might just be me.
My new journally.
Simply because everyone needs a little change.
Especially the Monkey.
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| Blah. |
[17 Mar 2003|07:36pm] |
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Discrimmination is bullshit.
That is all I have to say.
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[17 Mar 2003|01:00am] |
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HELP:
I am trying to locate something.
It is very important.
Granted, it is not more important than the fact that we very well may be in the midst of fighting a war tomorrow, but it is slightly more important than, let's say, if a cat were stuck in a tree.
Can anyone help me locate some Rockadile Red Koolaid?
I cannot find this yummy-goodness anywhere.
Pleeeeeeeeeease.
I beg of thee.
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| Darn Tootin'!! |
[16 Mar 2003|01:27am] |
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People and drama. Drama and people. Why do these two elements go hand in hand? I must briefly expand on this idea.
There are many things that may cause drama in ones' life. For example, one who is dying to put bananas in their morning cereal finds that their last banana is rotten. What does this person do? Pout, yes. Maybe slam a little first down on the counter, sure. These are acceptable reactions.
But to stare at the banana as if it's going to suddenly become the perfect yellow shade again is down right silly. Stroking the banana? No. Dancing with the banana? No.
There is nothing left to do but toss that piece of shit! Grab some waffles and heat them up, dammit! Warm waffles are better than a brown, soggy banana-mess any day.
In plain english: If something is making you unhappy, whether that something be a someone, a job, a sudden 'bump in the road,' or even your breakfast for that matter, do something about it. I mean, there are a bazillion banana trees with a zillion fabulously yellow bananas waiting to be picked. I don't see what the problem is.
AND, don't even try to say that your 'banana picker is broken.' Even I know there's no such thing as a 'banana picker'!! So there.
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| Bravomous |
[15 Mar 2003|03:05am] |
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I'm debating whether or not I should tell Nicole that I had a dream last night, that of which involved her.
Well, it didn't involve her directly.
It sort of involved me sucking her boyfriend off?
I am pondering.
'What the fuck?'
This is me, slightly worried.
Not about Nicole's reaction.
Not about the subconscious.
Just in general.
*hysterical fit of laughter ensues*
Anyhow. We ordered pizza today and it was yummy.
Definitely yummier than the subconci-mushroom tip.
That is all.
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| I am Out of Control! |
[13 Mar 2003|03:39pm] |
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So --
The little stint I posted the other day as an entry completely described my being at the time. I am still trying to figure out whether or not it indeed describes and encompasses my entire life foreverness.
I am just so fucking pissed off at my Photoshop teacher that I practically want to commit homicide on his ass. (Side note: I find it extremely humorous regarding what I just said, for I am in Photoshop class and am looking at my teacher as I type about his murder.) He is such a dick that it's beyond my Monkey comprehention. He decided to be 'compassionate' and give me a 'passing grade' though I was 'excessively absent' from his class due to the 'circumstances' ... BLAH BLAH BLAH.
On Tuesday, after his one hour lecture, I decided to leave class before the 'lab' portion of class because:
1. I was done the final due this coming Tuesday.
2. I was done our in-class shit.
3. I was fucking bored out of my gourd.
4. Other people often par-take in this 'leaving of class early'.
For some reason, he had a problemo with me doing this and fucking called me at home to tell me that I should withdraw from his class because he is not going to pass me. What the fucking fuck of Fuckdom?
People really fucking suck sometimes.
Granted, I am included in this idea that people suck because I am a loser with no work ethic, etc.
And should be shot.
PLUS!
I fucking hate when people feel as though they are God's gift to LIFE.
They feel as though they rock all ass.
However, it is clear that they suck big, giant pre-cum COCK.
Bastards.
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| That's Okay... |
[11 Mar 2003|10:02pm] |
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I guess some people are meant to suck at life.
Like me.
Like me...
:(
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| Coastin' for Fall Term |
[11 Mar 2003|03:50pm] |
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Registered for classes yesterday. Fall schedule is as follows:
I also enrolled in a one-credit CPR class in order to gain 'full-time student' status. That brought me to twelve credits, since 12 = full time. Not only will I be able to save lives, but it's only a one day, one time deal type o'class.
Plus, there's a hitch re: Psych 101. I decided to take the 'tardo class. Well, it's not exactly a 'tardo class, but more or less self-paced. Description is below:
PSYC 101 sections E, H, I are presented in the following format: 1) students read text independently-no lectures; 2) reading is guided by study questions; 3) most quizzes cover only one chapter; 4) all test content is from study questions; 5) mastery criterion (for example, 80% correct on all tests) with repeated opportunities to reach criterion; 6) flexibility in when quizzes are taken; 7) individual tutoring available in class when initiated by student.
Suck it, baby!
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| The Door That Killed Our Plan |
[10 Mar 2003|11:07pm] |
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My own, home made Rachel-survey!
» Three Crazy Toby Stories
3. Our cat Toby is apparently sink trained. Maeg's pop was over the other day with his chi'wowie called Merlin. Toby is a'scared of him, so he hangs out in the bedroom, looking as handsome as the most handsome cat everness.
Anyhow. He couldn't get to his litter box, so he followed Maeg into the bathroom, jumped onto the counter, crawled into the sink, and took a kitty-whiz. I thought that was pretty damn smart, no?!
2. Our bedroom walls don't go all the way to the ceiling. It was a strange thing when we first moved in. I mean, why would there be a foot gap and a ledge around the door frame and top of our closet? Yes, it's a strange visual, but I assure you it has been pimped out nicely with Christmas lights. There is fabulousness emulating like a mofo up in 'ere.
Toby likes to pretend he is a gymnast and gets himself up onto the ledge where he does many crazy things. Like, when he decided to see if he could jump down through the folding doors at 2am, but got his ass wedged between the folding part. His hyperventilating and spazzingness due to being caught in the door woke us up and scared the shit out of us. We rescued him. He tried again the next day. He's insanely dorky.
1. I left a drawing out last night, leaning against a chair in our living room. Toby comes running across the bedroom with a black tail and a completely black side. Why? I had no clue! 'Why' with a side of 'how' seemed to be a perfectly reasonable train of thought for the first minute or five. But then I realized that he rubbed against my pastel like a dumbass and is now very cow-esque. Geez.
» Two Funny Art Stories
2. Hours were spent at the drawing lab yesterday alongside Adrian, Jenny, and Maeg. Jen had pretzels and offered Adrian one. He happily accepted. We continued to draw and bitch about our drawings, etc. All of the sudden Adrian screams, 'Shit!'
Jen and I both turned around to witness a white-mouthed Adrian. He actually picked up his pastel thinking it was his pretzel and bit into it. I fucking cracked up so hard. Raaaarrrrr. Jesus, that was HILarious!!!
1. None of us were finished with our drawings when it was time for campus to close for the night. We decided to 'hide out' in the art lab in hopes that campus security wouldn't notice our presence.
To ensure our master plan would work, we covered the cracks in the lab doors with black paper, turned off any lights we did not need on, and sat very, very, very quietly. Unfortunately, none of us noticed the other door in the lab. The door where the light shone brightly into the foyer. The door that killed our plan.
» One Funny Word Story
1. Is 'pantyhose' not a funny thing in life? I mean, what the hell? The end.
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| Random Subject: NICOLE IS my SWEET LOVE! |
[07 Mar 2003|05:09pm] |
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Finally, we know what it wrong with Maeg.
Her poop shoot is broken.
How nice.
Too bad it's sad that no one knew until today.
I am telling you, Asian doctors are something else.
I bet they're aliens.
Maeg's doctor knew with in 2.3 seconds of her visit.
She's Asian.
I rest my case.
90% chance of surgery.
How nice.
At least she'll be fixed.
No one likes a broken poop shoot.
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| Talk Shit? WHO, Me? Naaaaaah. |
[05 Mar 2003|10:08pm] |
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I almost died.
Well, by self infliction, but still -- I almost died this passed weekend.
When Maeg was released from el hospital, we were off to Sister's house to watch their one and a half heathens Wednesday night through Monday night. I must explain how heathen equation works. Jaclyn is generally a good kid. I admit, her sassy-pants attitude when she tries to be the 'cool fifteen year old on the block ' thing sucks my nacho dip, but at least you don't have to break her legs when it comes to doing her one chore. I genuinely like Jacs. She tells me all her highschool drama secrets and beat eachother up. :)
Kyle is a different story. If you want to know, you know where to go.
( More, more, more... )
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| Tarzan |
[01 Mar 2003|12:14am] |
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Maeg is back home. Not feeling better, but then again, not feeling worse.
I shall go to school on Monday and forever after that -- until Spring break, of course. Much make-up work and kissing ass to do 'til then.
The end.
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| Uneven Stevens |
[27 Feb 2003|01:11am] |
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Life is good.
Except not.
1. They have absolutely no idea what is wrong with Maeg. All her tests -- blood, pee, poop, chi swabs -- came back 'normal'. She doesn't feel better, either. I'm worried. It sucks. I do not like it.
2. I haven't been to classes in two weeks. That equals four absences for each class to add onto my mound of already-absences. Though I have been in contact with all four of my teachers, only one of them shows compassion and will not hold this ordeal against me.
Translation: I am fucked due to an apparent emergency because:
» a. Half of my professors feel that it's unfair because of those who 'show up every day'. I'm like, 'Dude, I would love to show up every single day, all day rather than have to play teeter-totter with this situation..'
» b. If I receive a grade lower than a C- in any of my classes, I will be put on probation for financial aid. If I cannot appeal it, I will lose financial aid forever and a day, and will not be able to attend school since my parents do not attribute to my education. It will make school ten times harder to pin down a semi-full time job and be a full time student. Practically impossible, I'd say!!
3. I need to pay the phone, electric, and cable bills. Ooops.
4. This is me, admitting that I watch 'Blind Date.' The show just cracks my shit up.
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| Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck |
[25 Feb 2003|12:09am] |
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Hmm. What does one say when she has been to the ER three times this passed week? 'Three times' as in Tuesday, Thursday, and Saturday.
I could express how enjoyable it is to permanently borrow two hospital nightgowns, a finger splint, medical tape, and many packets of lube (for shock-factor's sake, of course...).
Or.
I could talk about how utterly fucking ridiculous it is to sit in the waiting room for a ba-zillion and three hours, only to be treated for approximately two minutes in the actual hospital room.
Or.
I could sit and talk shit about the amazingly compassionateless freak doctors that graced our paths trip after trip. The bastards.
But.
I think I'll just opt to stick a forever-memory in here by simply stating the fact that Maeg was able to see a real doctor today who showed compassion and signs that he actually attended medical school instead of downloading a degree via the Internet.
Maeg's new doctor admitted her to el hospital tonight, where they will run tests for the next few days to figure out what is making her feel much less than peachy. As of now, we don't know what it is -- although, we do know that it's pretty serious...
.....
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| Yippee |
[23 Feb 2003|01:22pm] |
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This is pretty exciting.
Here are a few of mine:
'Rachel is a dork. | Rachel is my heroine. | Rachel is a lesbian sex goddess. |
Rachel is the 'twin peaks' of the desert. | Rachel is at your service. | Rachel is on the "extraterrestrial highway" and located 40 miles west of the junction of SR 318 and US 93 in Western Lincoln County. | Rachel is arranging sticks in a vase.'
( More Rachel Googlisms )
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| Krusteaz Lemon Bars |
[21 Feb 2003|06:58pm] |
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It's always fun/scary/interesting to see that random people are accessing your journal. Indeed, the Internet history bar is the perfect place to leave you life. Someone who was in the Penguin Room on-campus found me via the history bar.
Appearantly, I am a history bar slut. Fascinating.
Anyhow. Maeg and I stayed at Sister's house these passed few days. Flooding of the water-heater room next to our apartment ensued, causing some water damage to our wall and carpet. They had to fix it. I mean, they had to fix it, or else there was going to be a WW3 sooner then we could ever plan. No duct tape or plastic was going to keep Maeg's oral-ogical terrism from busting a verb on the land lord's ass.
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| Pasta No More!!! |
[18 Feb 2003|02:14am] |
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I am seriously sad due to the lack of snow happening in my life. Why is it that when I coast-hop, the snow pours back home? I don't mean 'pour' as in that 'quasi-excessive' way -- I mean, the snow is FUCKING pouring its mofo-blizzard-ass without moi.
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| Twelve Days of Monkey...Sort Of. |
[15 Feb 2003|06:51pm] |
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I haven't had the time to write these passed few days. They have been filled with:
1. Car alarms going off at 5am next door
2. A twelve-page mid-term paper
3. Six days without some serious carbohydrates -- high protein, low carb in-take fest in progress
4. Running the 'Toy and Lube' table @ the Safe Sex Fair yesterday on campus
5. Learning that Finny lost her virginity :)
6. Skipping classes Thursday
7. Swimming at the infamous indoor, heated pool
8. Selling Maeg's collection of Madonna merchandise on Ebay
9. Scrambling to finish my Photoshop mid-term
10. Trying to prevent our newly adopted kitty Toby from eating Henrietta, our big plant
11. Approving Det Cherry Coke's fabulous tasting goodness
12. Taking baths in the dark
...and more.
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| Sixteen to Twenty |
[11 Feb 2003|04:12pm] |
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Today is a ridiculously nice day. There is sun, there is shine, and there are Brady Bunch singings happening outside my window. That is how nice the weather is today.
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| Lost Friend = Losing My Mind |
[10 Feb 2003|04:02pm] |
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I have been wondering about a friend of mine for what seems like ever-and-a-day. Wondering where they are. Wondering how they're doing. Wondering what they're doing, and who they're doing it with.
We used to hang out every weekend. We played board games in the dark when the lights when out one night three winters ago. We would talk poetry, accompany each other to Fiona Apple concerts, and stress about Geometry. She told my mom off for being a bitch one day, refused to come back to my house after that, but finally gave in to have ice cream sandwiches with me.
We had the best times.
Nicole Edwards, where are you?
Last I heard from her, she was Army bound...
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