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Closed.
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[29 Oct 2006|04:49pm] |
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Lead me not into temptation...
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[25 Jan 2006|06:00pm] |
A final note, in case you were in Seychelles and did not backtrack far on your friends page, that I am closing this journal.
There is a final f-list cut, so that I can keep up with the few of you that don't know where to find me.
It's been great.
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[01 Jan 2006|06:10pm] |
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Lauren and I went through two bottles of champagne, I'm not sure how much beer and 3/4 of a gallon of orange juice.
Hell yeah.
Happy New Year everyone.
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| Well done, Toronto. Thank you boys. |
[27 Dec 2005|09:09pm] |
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a headache for the regifting pile |
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Are Men Necessary?
Maureen Dowd, I think the answer is obvious. But I'm going to devour your book to find your version of the obvious negative answer anyway.
Among other select gems under the tree. Like the book of absolute useless information, such as "Unfortunate Deaths of Burmese Kings" or a diagram of cricket fielding positions.
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[23 Dec 2005|12:12am] |
Take that, Walt! I'm so done with that paper! Well, I was six hours ago but then took a shower to celebrate and got distracted by things like real food and Desperate Housewives.
I'm so officially done with this semester. Thank fucking god. By the way, Amazon now thinks I'm some sort of Nazi obsessed mythology geek. Honestly, the shit I have to buy for classes.
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[22 Dec 2005|02:55pm] |
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I NEVER WANT TO READ THE PHRASE "LUSTY MANHOOD OF JOHN SMITH" EVER AGAIN!!!
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| La la la lamppost. |
[22 Dec 2005|12:07pm] |
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yes, still that paper. |
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I'm taking issue with this person's comparison of Dirty Dancing to The Little Mermaid.
Perhaps I'm becoming an academic snob and believe that everything in a paper or article needs to have some theoretical analysis to it rather than a this scene/this scene comparison, or perhaps I'm a bit offended since I grew up with Ariel as my idol and didn't entirely appreciate Dirty Dancing as much as everyone else.
Either way, I have issue with it.
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| Primary bootable device not found. |
[18 Dec 2005|12:18am] |
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quite proud of myself, thanks. |
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There are days when the fact that I'm a few binary code joke shirts away from being a real computer geek makes me a Very Happy Person.
Like today. When my computer crashed three or four times, and once in safe mode (of all unsuspecting and unfortunate modes). And three hours later, after cooling off with Nick and Bad Comedy (and getting snow tossed at us by Eric down the stairs), it is back up and running.
Watch me shove my foot in my mouth, now.
My DVD drive is fucked, as it turns out.
Let's just say that the first thing I did when I got it to work is start it in safe mode and get all the music I'm madly in love with onto my fiPod.
And I've been running on the same hardware system for five and a half years. I told my dad that I wanted a fully new computer for my birthday. He said yes.
The Clarah party last night was fun. Although I'm a bit annoyed with the "Sara gets really drunk, Sara stays awake and drinks water such that she's not hungover in the morning, is tired, but ends up awake and falls asleep at six o'clock in the morning" phenomenon. We're inheriting a lot of alcohol. I'm hoping the creme de menthe was brought by someone who will want it back. Ew.
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| Inquiry. |
[16 Dec 2005|04:30am] |
Why is Jasmine considered a Disney Princess? (according to the Disney Princess website).
Aladdin wasn't about her.
>:o
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| one-fifty a week to fix me. |
[16 Dec 2005|02:50am] |
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1. My username is ____ because ____.
2. My journal is titled ____ because ____.
3. My subtitle is ____ because ____.
4. My friends page is called ____ because ____.
1 ladymiranda. Because in 10th grade English we read Brave New World and they kept quoting Miranda, from The Tempest, with "What brave new world that has such people in it," or some formation and I fell in love with that. The dominatrix obsession started right about then, too, hence "lady."
2. "Go to sleep as the sky turns blue." "Rock Star" by Bran Van 3000 is really fucking killer.
3. Userinfo title: "Those Who Tell The Truth Shall Die." Subtitle: "Those Who Tell The Truth Shall Live Forever." Best album title. EVER.
4. "Inappropriate Behaviour," for the same reasons as #2.
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| The Rise and Fall of Ziggy Stardust |
[15 Dec 2005|03:00am] |
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Surprise.
It is snowing again.
Julia: "Do you know what Minnesota needs less of?"
Me: "Snow?"
"Yeah..."
"Do I get a point for that?"
"Sure."
There was another comment about breasts being comparable to opposable thumbs. Lipstick was involved. But the quote is on our door, and I'm far too uninterested in finding out exactly what it is to stand up, walk over, open the door, read the yellow marker I wrote it in, shut the door quietly, lock it (fucking door...this is still a problem) etc etc come back here and type it out. See last paragraph before thinking I'm a terribly mean individual.
I made a discovery today about male philosophy majors.
Oh, and Charlotte The Spider is now dead. She moved and the shadows she made by walking in front of the icicle lights were damned frightening. So Julia ate Wilbur for breakfast and I killed Charlotte with my shower shoe.
I changed my myth topic. Again. Modified is more like it. Rather than myth in fairytales...the myth of fairytales. Specifically Disney, because everyone and their pet iguana knows the Disney versions of things and no one really cares to know about the cannibalism in Perrault's Sleeping Beauty or the utter lameness of the prince not kissing her. And I was also having mad trouble not letting my annoyance of the whole phenomenon get in the way, so I said fuck you to the academic nature of the first two topics and said yo what up to an extended editorial/op-ed in which emotion is allowed, encouraged and sarcasm rules because Maureen Dowd is my god.
Pardon me. Since about 10:00 Tuesday morning, I've managed to sleep for maybe five and a half hours. I think I've become one with the insomnia problem and decided it is a problem that can be ignored for now and instead of lying in bed going "Gee, I wish I could sleep" I am now sitting at my desk going "Hey, look, I'm doing stuff!" It's 3:00 in the morning, I haven't slept much lately, my drugs aren't here yet and haven't been for two weeks and do not get me started on this because I really want to save my anger for some crazy Republican woman in Texas later today, I'm more than a little annoyed at most of everything lately and have had four bouts of falling apart and crying in the middle of the floor in the last eighteen hours.
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[14 Dec 2005|10:33pm] |
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I would just like everyone to know that I am about to spend a lot of money downloading only David Bowie and The Beatles.
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| Snowy cartwheels on Mac Street. |
[14 Dec 2005|01:07pm] |
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Ahh, Minnesota. Anyone have an estimate of how much we actually have right now? Snow, not Minnesota.
St. Paul has declared a "Snow Emergency." I assume that, for those of us without cars, this means "Walk carefully and try not to fall backwards on your ass and break anything."
I'm not even sure why grounds is bothering with shoveling; it makes the sidewalks slippery and everyone does that goofy shuffle thing and we don't look intelligent. At all.
Macalester has 3,000 doors on campus, 910 sinks, 8,000 electrical outlets and we use about 24,000 rolls of toilet paper per year. Among other stupid trivia.
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[14 Dec 2005|03:09am] |
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You know what? I love Felicity Huffman and Desperate Housewives to death...but if I see one more post on my community page dedicated to spreading the news that Felicity is nominated twice for the Golden Globes and *gasp* the four Housewives are nominated...virtual heads will roll. It's not like every person who's a member of any sub-DH community isn't a member of the big one. And it's not like it's that spectacularly surprising. And the GGs are an excuse to get dressed up and trashed out of your skull on good champagne. smirks.
We have a spider. Julia named it Charlotte. It's too high up for either of us to even begin considering getting it. And it's stayed in the same spot for going on twelve hours. So I'm not terribly concerned.
We. Are very broken. And by broken I mean Jules and I can't do any math at all and fall off chairs about British music. 1937+100 does not equal 2007. And the late 70s were not fifty years ago. We now have a raging blood vendetta out against the Spice Girls. Bad form, Britain, bad form. The only good thing to come out of that was Posh and Becks. Believe me, this conversation took place over the span of about an hour with many other things in between. Like Gerry and the Pacemakers. Who were almost the Beatles, but not. And Brian Epstein who was gay but it didn't matter because he managed the Beatles. And Kevin Bacon. And actors that appear everywhere and are amazing but never actually star. Wikipedia. Castrati. Renumbering OlinRice (quick poll: would anyone actually notice if we Sharpied in the real numbers?).
Like I said. We're kinda broken.
In other news. It's snowing. A lot. And it's pretty and sparkly. And I made lousy attempts at doing figure skater jumps (obviously, only singles if I even made it that far around) because it just called for it. By lousy, I mean lousy, but perfectly acceptable for a cute girl in a sweatshirt doing them in the middle of a street at 1:00 in the morning in front of Rob and Matt M (ugh, and I thought there were too many Mikes in my life). They accepted it as a cute female thing which, actually, it was.
By the way, I'm now engaged to Claire and Rob. I'm engaged to Rob because he said something devastatingly funny and witty and clever that I actually can't repeat here and then followed up my proposal with an "Okay. I'm getting pizza, you want any?" I'm engaged to Claire because I opened their door and shot Sarah with a dart perfectly straightfaced and deadpan and then walked out.
Peter Pan and Alice in Wonderland are two highly underappreciated Disney movies. Despite, you know, totally massacring the latter and giving a good shot at massacring the first.
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[13 Dec 2005|04:39pm] |
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| Eli's coming, hide your heart girl. |
[13 Dec 2005|03:23am] |
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i might be able to fall asleep without help, tonight |
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I need better mascara and a new black eyeliner. I'm wearing it enough to condone new and good ones right now.
Yes, I am now one of those.
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[12 Dec 2005|12:41pm] |
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i suck at finals |
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You fucking idiot.
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| "Let's do this right." "Naturally." |
[11 Dec 2005|08:30pm] |
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moving up the ladder |
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Sunday, December 11th
20:27 I love being crazy and the drugs I get for it. Radio show went okay, earlier today I read lots of ethics and it made no sense. I am going to shoot darts at Virtue Ethics and then go back to reading about it. >:o Layout's up, if you missed that announcement.
21:35 I have given up on anything Instant, Just Add Hot Water, or Fork Included that is not Ramen or EasyMac. And even then, EasyMac's pretty terrible unless I add stuff to it. It just Isn't Good.
23:01 Ha, I'm a little high (no, not pot). *laughs* Ethics fucking sucks and still doesn't make any sense. No, it doesn't make less sense, it makes about the same sense as it did not high. Damnit. Am also juggling three conversations...this could have something to do with it.
( You smug fuck! )
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