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TWENTY EIGHT MORE DAYS. Not counting weekends, civic holiday Mondays and stupid examination Fridays, that's EIGHTEEN MORE DAYS. EIGHTEEN MORE DAYS. I can do this, right? i think i can i think i can i think i can i think i can i think i can i think i can i think i can i think i can i think i can etc. etc. etc.
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[15 May 2007|04:21pm] |
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Belly (f/ Ray Emery) - "Go Sens Go"
The first time I heard that, it was in my cousin's car while he was driving me home and I laughed so hard I briefly feared urination. ("Please, please, PLEASE don't pee in my car!") Seriously, what the hell.
(Also, I really love Ray Emery and all that? But really - he should definitely stick to his day job.)
As for all the "shout outs" that Belly (seriously - what kind of rapper name is that? I'm going to start my OWN "rap" posse, with the stage name Clavical. No, really) works into his "song"? He leaves out people like Tom Preissing, and dude that is just not cool. But you'll have to excuse him, I suppose - maybe he was too busy "ballin' like Comrie".
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[17 Apr 2007|12:42pm] |
Yesterday, I ate a can of Tuna. No, mayo or bread: just kind of opened the can, drained it, and ate the tuna. By the time I realized that I had just eaten a can of frickin' tuna, it was too late to add mayo or bread or lettuce.
Seriously: exams are stressing me out.
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[05 Apr 2007|02:10am] |
My last paper of the year is due on Thursday April 5, 2007, before 4:30 p.m. eastern standard time. And apparently I am working an eight hour shift tomorrow, which I REALLY don't want to talk about right now, thanks.
Guess what I am doing, right at this very moment?
Seriously: friends come and go. Peanut butter is forever. So are my really stellar essay writing and time management skills.
5: 17 a.m.
Either I'm losing my mind, or it really is snowing outside.
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[16 Mar 2007|01:23am] |
As I was explaining to Polina earlier this week, there's this one totally adorable kid that I tutor, and his name is Ondrej. I don't like being the one who refers to kids as "HEY YOU! YEAH, YOU!" so I try to refer to them by name. I also try to always ask them the proper pronounciation.
So.
me: "So. Um. How do I say your name properly?"
him: "Like how it's spelt."
me: "Um. On...dre...j?"
him:" NO! *giggling*"
So adorable. But apparently it's like Andre but...not spelt that way. Those tricky Js: I should have known better! Andre, Andrej, Ondrej...what will they think of next?
And really, that's not even as embarrassing as my encounter with adorable, eight year old Michael-Ann. Maybe it's just me, but I don't know many little girls who are named Michael, so I just wanted to make sure that was her name:
me: "Hi. I just want to make sure I have this right: how do I say your name?"
her: "Like how it's spelt."
(I AM NOT GOING TO FALL FOR THAT AGAIN!)
me: "So...like..."
her: "Michael. Ann. You know. Michael. Ann?"
me: "Ah, yes. Of course."
Whatever, apparently I just lose at names. Period.
And finally, last week, one of the guys in my class brought his really cute two-month old daughter for a visit to class. And as we were coo-ing over her I was like "Awwww. I want one!"
Big mistake. From across the room, I hear "IT'S NOT THAT HARD!"
Ahahaha. I should just keep my mouth shut. Really.
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[09 Mar 2007|11:43pm] |
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Last night, in the interest of procrastinating, I started reading this blog and there was this somewhat angry but mostly very funny rant about the inability of the general population of planet earth to pronounce Slavic names. (I'm not going to lie: it's been, like, eight years, and I still don't know how you are supposed to say "Zdeno Chara", so it's been replaced in my vocabulary with "that really, really tall hockey player". And any time I'm asked to pronounce a difficult Polish name, my eyes go wide and my tongue gets tied. Seriously.) Despite my personal inability to pronounce pretty much anything ever, especially Slavic names apparently, I have to agree that it's frustrating when people can't pronounce your last name.
Like, for example, when people mispronounce my last name. Which is, for the record, neither Slavic nor a particularly difficult last name to pronounce. Just sayin'. Would it be much less complicated if I just changed my last name to, say, Featherbottom? Sometimes I think it really would.
I made a 69 minute phone call today. There's a joke in there, somewhere.
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[28 Feb 2007|01:17am] |
Today (yesterday) was pretty crappy. Like, nothing went right and by the end of the day, I was totally ready to SET SOMEONE ON FIRE. Seriously. And then I got a PAPERCUT. ICING ON THE CAKE, PEOPLE.
And now. Well. Me + several pots of black coffee + nine hours to write a ten page research paper on a topic I know nothing about. Seriously, my schemes are getting worse and worse and worse and worse and worse and worse and worse.
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| petit déjeuner avec mon père |
[16 Feb 2007|08:36am] |
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him: "Uh. What's Bush's wife's name again?"
me: "Ummm...Laura?"
him: "No, no...oh, yeah! Blair!"
and
me: "No, that's in Shitsburgh. Um. I mean, Pittsburgh."
him: "Are you sure that's Shitsburgh? I mean Pittsburgh! Pittsburgh!"
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[30 Jan 2007|09:04am] |
This morning:
guy I work with: "YOU'RE LATE!"
me: "ADJHADJKHADK! AHRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRALKJLKAJ!!!! JAKSHAKS??? ALKSJL!"
g.i.w.w.: "...just kidding!"
Oh MAN. It's totally been one of those mornings. The button ripped off my coat. My backpack fell apart. I tripped over some woman's luggage. My eye won't stop twitching - I probably look like a crazy person.
SLKAJSLKAJSLAJSLK!!!
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| an anecdote |
[24 Jan 2007|10:51pm] |
There are two people. For the sake of coherent story-telling, let us call these characters "person one" and "person two".
Last week, person one turns to person two and says:
"DO YOU WANT TO TAKE NOTES IN CLASS FOR ME 'CUZ I AIN'T GONNA BE THERE?"
person two: "Okay."
person one: "YAYZ. Wait...are you even going to be going to that class?"
person two: "Probably not, no."
person one: ":("
This week, person one turns to person two and says:
"BY ANY CHANCE DID YOU GO TO CLASS AND TAKE NOTES??!!"
person two: "Yeah."
person one: "LOLZ AWESOME"
This means I have notes from the last class I missed. Erm. Rather, person one has notes from the class person one missed. Awesome. The moral of the story is that having other people do things for you, or person one rather, is great.
THE END!
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[17 Jan 2007|01:50am] |
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I said I was going to turn over a new leaf this semester by eliminating procrastination from my life. Well, it's 1:51 a.m. and I have some book review/response due in 10 hours and I really haven't written it yet. Rather, I've been poking at the Grey's Anatomy/Golden Globe draaaaaaaaaama online, and I don't even really follow the show! And dude, Isiah Washington is a douche bag!
I really need to write this response. Dammit.
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[13 Jan 2007|03:56pm] |
Oh, school. Just when I think I've figured you out, you turn around and laugh in my face, sort of. Please stop laughing at me; I would much prefer to laugh with you. That, and I think I actually forget how to write essays: OH NOES!
Also, please go bring sexy back.
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[20 Dec 2006|03:48pm] |
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Okay, you know how it's the 20th of December? Yeah, well there's a guy on my street right now? Outside? MOWING HIS LAWN. I'm not even kidding.
I'm off to wallow in my academic crapulence, but first, here is a website/instructional guide on how to have sex with a car.
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[12 Dec 2006|05:20pm] |
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No more piping hot joy: my inability to study for exams makes my soul cry tears of blood.
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[05 Dec 2006|02:10pm] |
Okay, I don't know who reads this or who doesn't, but you know what would be really fantastic? Can you PLEASE make a list of holiday wants/wishes, just so I know what I should be buying/on the look out for? Because I'm sort of lame this year and pretty uncreative. Please please please. Then you would be my peach sugarplum princess forever, no kidding. THANK YOU IN ADVANCE! Just comment here or write it in your journal or e-mail it to me or hell, tape it to the front door of my house! ANY WAY YOU WANT, MAN.
ALSO. I continuously surprise myself with my ability to write really awful essays that don't make sense. Just when I think I couldn't write one that's possibly worse, oh no wait SURPRISE! THIS ONE IS EVEN MORE OF A PIECE OF CRAP. Wow. That's almost as great as opening up your closet to find a rabid chipmunk waving around a machete.
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[03 Dec 2006|08:23pm] |
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I am supposed to be finishing up my final essay, but mostly I am downloading Blade: Trinity. I wish I was kidding, but I'm really not. WESLEY SNIPES, HERE I COME!
Also, last night, The Wrong Guy was on TV. I don't think that movie will ever not be funny. I also think that my use of the double negative is an indication that I should stop screwing around and finish my essay.
Seacrest, out.
PS Ryan Seacrest is a douche bag :(
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[30 Nov 2006|02:49am] |
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I hate that I am editing papers.
I love that Sarah Harmer sings in exclamation marks!
I hate that I can't go out tomorrow night.
I love that, at 3 a.m., I start writing like a three year old.
I hate that I am so irresponsible.
I love that I will finally get to watch videodrome in like, five hours.
I hate that apparently I am missing .5 credits in my breadth requirements and will probably have to overload next year.
I love that I got an essay handed back today with an awesome mark and a note attached that says "When you quote Focus on the Family, you should probably talk about the family".
I hate that I am typing this entry instead of finishing my editing jobs.
I love that this entry is so pointless.
My dad says I can be extremist.
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[26 Nov 2006|03:19pm] |
American Thanksgiving was three days ago. In the name of posterity, here is a list of five things I am grateful for:
1. MARK MCKINNEY. In my humble opinion, nobody does head-crushing or partial Australian accents quite like he does.
2. WHISKEY. In the context of "so last night I was drinking wine with dinner and then afterwards I was trying to write this Shakespeare essay, except it was hard. So I drank a whole pile of whiskey and it was still hard to write that essay".
3. RAY EMERY. Goal-tending skills aside, have you SEEN those arms??!!
4. THE FACT THAT THE ENGLISH DEPARTMENT DOESN'T LOCK THEIR BUILDING AT NIGHT. Otherwise, I'd probably be really screwed all the time.
5. PEOPLE WHO WILL CHANGE YOUR PRINTER'S TONER FOR FREE. Thank some non-specific, non-religious figure these people exist.
And I totally could have done with a four day holiday right around now.
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