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| meme fun! |
[Mar. 28th, 2006|11:00 pm] |
Watch as I wait until a large number of people have done the meme so I don't have to credit one person in particular...
Based entirely on my personality (so if you've met me before, block what I really look like out of your mind), hunt down a "played by" who you think would best represent me. Reply here with the picture or link.
This person may be male or female depending on whether *I* strike you as male or female. |
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| List of the day |
[Mar. 28th, 2006|10:54 am] |
Note to self: before making brownies, check to make sure that the oven isn't dead.
( And now, the list. )
I love how posting this list here made me get a sudden headache. A headache of the hundreds of tiny little blacksmiths using my brain as an anvil to shape hot metal variety.
On a positive note, today is the last classroom session of driver's ed. Oh, how I shall miss my time with the little boys. We get to watch those disgusting, gory crash movies today. Yay. |
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| ugh... |
[Mar. 26th, 2006|09:21 pm] |
| [ | Diagnosis |
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That crab soup stuff was a bad idea. Bad idea, I say. I have the strangest feeling that if I lean forward a fraction of an inch more, I'll puke all over my laptop. Hm. And now my eyes are watering. That's not good.
Bad idea. |
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| Orly? |
[Mar. 18th, 2006|06:23 am] |
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| Possible absence heads up, to-do lists, and randomness |
[Mar. 8th, 2006|10:05 am] |
First off, the following will be sloppily copy/pasted to all the different RPGs sometime today. But here it is again anyway:
Friday is opening night of the play I'm working on, so the next couple of days (and this entire weekend) are going to be hectic, to say the least. That doesn't necessarily mean that I'm going to be completely absent, just that it might take me longer than usual to reply to things. I'll probably still do some posting, since venting frustration through fictional characters is a great way to get that done, but I apologize if I'm not being as thorough or present as usual. Once we close (March 19th), my time should free up significantly. Well, once we close and get the set and props struck. So sometime that week. Next week might be spotty, and might not, depending on how this weekend goes.
And now, the lists. Extra lists because I need to get organized RL-wise, too!
( Car See Fleas )
( Wit to-do )
( General to-do )
That should about cover it. Now to get started on the RPG shizzle. |
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| I did something productive! |
[Mar. 4th, 2006|02:18 am] |
Look, I made fake labels for an IV bag! It's really Lidocaine! Shh! Now it's an experimental treatment for cancer!
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| haha quiz! |
[Feb. 24th, 2006|10:22 am] |
Stolen from EVERYBODY!
| You Are 86% Evil | 
You're the most evil person you know.
The devil is even a little scared of you! |
...now I'm scared to be in a room by myself. I might kill me or something. :( |
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| WOAH |
[Feb. 14th, 2006|11:29 pm] |
It's 11:29, and I'm going to sleep. This is quite possibly the earliest I've gone to bed in quite some time. Maybe I'll actually be awake during the day tomorrow!
... doubtful. |
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| Marvel must be employing drunken monkeys... |
[Feb. 14th, 2006|04:21 pm] |
...as their editors. Seriously. How could they miss something like this, which makes the entire page of dialogue make absolutely no sense?
see if you can spot the boo boo. |
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| Pittsburgh- shitting black and gold since 1933 |
[Jan. 31st, 2006|03:39 pm] |
Don't get me wrong. I like football. Well, I like it enough. I'm not a diehard fan, but I do enjoy going to games from time to time. I like the Steelers. It's pretty hard not to, growing up here. I like Ben Roethlisberger, and like everyone else I would gladly jump his bones. I like the Bus. I actually met him once. Helluva nice guy. I like Bill Cowher's chin. I call it "Gerald," and we write poetry together. It has a lovely singing voice. I like Troy Polamalu. I like his hair. I like his name. I like Hines Ward. I like the general idea of a bunch of grown men wearing tight pants running up and down a field.
I also like the fact that the Steelers are going to the Superbowl. But really. Must I hear about it every 5 seconds? It's insane. The news for the past week (since whenever the division championship game was) has been nothing but Steelers this and Steelers that. Literally, you turn on the newscast and you're lucky if you hear anything about anything other than football. Nothing has changed since their last game. They are still going to the Superbowl. Just like they were yesterday.
In local news, someguybrokeintoahousesomewhereandkilledabunchofpeople and THE STEELERS ARE GOING TO THE SUPERBOWL!
Even PBS is doing Steelers coverage. PBS! I turn on PBS to get away from it all!
The busses all say "GO STEELERS," and one out of every three people you pass on the street is wearing something Steelers related. The radio stations play Steelers fight songs, all of which suck royal ass. Everyone who steps outside of their home in this city is now a Steelers junkie by default, because it's EVERYWHERE. Theres no escaping it.
Three people have asked me if I was up for a road trip to Detroit. "It's only a couple hundred miles!" For starters, I don't trust any of my friends' cars to make it around the city in one piece, let alone the nearly 300 miles to Detroit. My car is the only one that I think could make it there with everyone still alive, but I no longer have insurance and I sure as hell am not going to let any of them drive it. Plus, it's a SUV. It just soaks gas up into a magical invisible place. Gas is expensive, and I'd bet good money that they're going to jack up the prices along the way to (and in) Detroit.
I digress... Thursday morning, there's going to be a huge city-sponsored pep rally downtown. Which is sure to screw up traffic. Which is sure to make getting back from class hell. But Go Steelers. Really, I hope we win. It's been what, 10 years since our last Superbowl appearance? It's about fucking time we went again.
So, yeah. GO STEELERS! |
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| Thank God tomorrow is Friday |
[Jan. 26th, 2006|10:01 pm] |
| [ | Diagnosis |
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| [ | Jamz |
| | The news. Today's top story: GO STEELERS | ] |
It's been a long week. Going from sitting on your ass 24-7 for two years to having to get up for class every day at 6am is not as easy as it sounds. The weather conditions and the half-hour wait for the bus both coming and going aren't helping either. Neither is the fact that Kitty has been sick all week and has been camping out on me couch, since there's almost always someone here. She's getting better, though. Better enough to try and make an egg in the microwave and cause a minor explosion, at least. She's so smart. Now she's making stupid lesbian jokes. About men. I don't even know. I think I liked her better when her throat was too sore for her to talk.
She has to make up 4 finals tomorrow, on top of the one that she has anyway. I lauged and I laughed... High School would have been awesome if it weren't for the work. And the waking up on time. I think that the real reason she's been chilling here is because she doesn't want to have to do any housecleaning for her own birthday party this weekend.
Now Kitty is ranting about how Luka Kovac on ER is a slimeball and how Abby can do so much better than him even though she's now carrying his child. At least she's cleaning the egg corpse out of the microwave.
I stopped writing to look something up and forgot where I was going with all of this. My brain is so dead, it hurts. On a completely unrelated note, Luka = pwned. Abby so kicked his ass. And ohmygod, UGLY ALEX >:( Why'd they have to switch actors? Not cool. Okay, the new kid isn't hideously ugly, but he's creepy. Old Alex was just a cute little boy. I half expect new Alex to stab me through the screen.
I've really strayed from the original point of my writing this. Friday. Weekend. Good. Cousins Scott and Maggie are going to be chillin' at the crib Saturday until Kitty's partay, since their parents are out of town and neither of them are trustworthy. Maggie will probably run around and bounce on all kinds of things, then tell me that I'm a poophead and she hates me. She's nine. She should have moved on from the calling me a poophead stage of her life.
...Kitty is ferociously scrubbing the countertop. Scouring it. She's going to hurt her arm.
The fat cat is sitting on top of the refrigerator, and I have no idea how she got there. She can't jump that high. She's a lardass. I'd be willing to bet that she's too scared to get down now, though. She's just sort of staring at the wall. She does that a lot. Heh, she just jumped onto the counter. When she lands, she makes a funny noise.
Wow. All those words and absolutely nothing worthwhile was actually said.
My leg fell asleep. The rest of me needs to try and follow the example. |
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