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Online quizzes, the new meaning of life. [15 Apr 2003|10:50pm]
[ mood | bouncy ]

I hate you so bad
you are the "I hate you so bad" happy
bunny. You hate everyone and eveything and your
not ashamed of it.

which happy bunny are you?
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French WHAT? [14 Apr 2003|11:13am]
[ mood | chipper ]

Ahaha, french is such a joke. Remind me again why I was concerned about this oral exam thing? Now I have wasted precious moments thinking about french when I could have been thinking about what kind of lies I can tell my econ professor to let me make up the quiz I missed two weeks ago. Lies, lies, lies.... It's all lies. I'm actually a russian spy sent over to gather information...I mean WHAT?

I skipped seven straight econ classes. Kait, I think I might have your record beat. The funniest part will be when I still four point that bitch. Why is the year not done yet? I can't believe we still have almost three weeks left. Could it drag out any longer? Not that I want to go home, home bites compared to school. Maybe I'll just run away to India. I'd be a god in India.

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More fun than a barrel of monkeys on crack [13 Apr 2003|10:20pm]
[ mood | pleased ]

Bored tonight. Plagued by an insurmountable desire to be productive while simultaneously doing nothing. I can't stand when I have to leave for the weekend and all I am left with is a Sunday night that's not worth spending on much of anything. If only I wasn't so damned antisocial. I can't help that people give me claustrophobia though.

Allright, enough laziness for one night. I'm off to study for an oral exam in french class (which I would have had to take last week if it weren't for the crazed stalker kid. thank you crazed stalker kid, wherever you are) or, more likely, read a good book until I fall asleep. Today's words of wisdom: No unprovoked violence, provoked violence is all good though. That's all kiddies, see you tomorrow same time same place. Except in a slightly different place at a slightly different time.

I got to watch excalibur again. I think we can all agree that was the highlight of the weekend. Don't believe me? Take my word on it. Allrighty, I ought to be going. I haven't even looked at a french book in two weeks, I might want to be up on that stuff. Goodnight.

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Sorry Kait, couldn't help it. [10 Apr 2003|02:20am]
[ mood | annoyed ]

Well, at least it wasn't actual sex this time. They're gravitating towards the right direction....

I think I'm already in hell. And here I thought it was going to be all fire and brimstone.

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[09 Apr 2003|12:49pm]
[ mood | intimidated ]

I fear baby corn. Yikes.

I have already broken my vow to stay away from the internet for the day.... oops. Ah well, at least it's not a hell-
worthy sin. I have enough of those racked up already.

Why do you build me up?

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Remote Control [09 Apr 2003|12:00pm]
[ mood | creative ]

Hey there, does anyone happen to have a device which can fast foward time? Kait and I want to just skip over this whole "work" thing and come out Thursday afternoon after the paper has been turned in. Come on now, it shouldn't be too tough, all you need is a couple of toothpicks, some duct tape, a bottle of crazy glue, yellow construction paper and a socket wrench, I'm sure. Get to work damnit.

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[09 Apr 2003|10:57am]
[ mood | pleased ]

Good morning everyone. I feel so motivated today. Which is a good thing, considering how decidedly unmotivated I was yesterday. Fear is a wonderful motivator as it turns out. Today I fear bad grades, flights of stairs more than three stories high, the possibility of my roommate getting back together with her boyfriend, and the entire house of cards I have built around myself tumbling to the ground. Boy, wouldn't that suck?

My horoscope this week seems oddly ominous. "In spite of the circumstances that brought you together, it would deeply hurt the executioner if you took it personally." Of course, this is from the Onion, so I suppose I ought not take it too literally.

Kaitlyn wants a rubber duckie. Holy rusted metal batman.

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Who wants to write a paper? [08 Apr 2003|02:52pm]
[ mood | frustrated ]

Well, it has been decided that given the circumstances, I will be unable to write my own research paper for 112. I am therefore offering cash to anyone willing to do the work for me. It won't be too difficult, it's just about progressive reforms to the education system in the 1920's as a result of a new form of development theory. Ready? Gogogo! No? Shite. Looks like I will have to go crazy another time. Oh wait.... too late. Bloody hell.

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My eyes!!! [27 Mar 2003|12:36am]
[ mood | nauseated ]

I am traumatized for life. Hey, I like sex as much as the next person. But not when it is happening between two people whom I do not like in my room. While I am in there. Good god. Folks, I respect your need to have the sex every now and then, I am willing to exit the room when you would like to get it on. Come on now. (full body shiver) It's on bitch. It is ON.

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Oops. [26 Mar 2003|11:19pm]
[ mood | scared ]

So, I made a tiny little mistake and left an away message on aim that may have hinted at my intense dislike for my roommate, Sarah. She uses my computer on occasion (without my consent, no less!). Should I be worried about the way my name is written on the wall in blood? Egads, her boyfriend is here too!! I think I fear for my life.

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[24 Mar 2003|02:12pm]
[ mood | optimistic ]

Have just returned from battle with econ 202 test. Had my ass kicked. But it's all okay because I got potatos. Well, almost. Skipped two classes also. Starting not to mind so much... I believe I shall spend my afternoon comparing Brazil's methods of developing a non-discriminatory democracy with those of India. Or maybe napping. Potentially reading the Great Gatsby. Thank goodness for some classes remaining sane. Am now convinced I know more french than my french teacher. That should give me the right to sleep in class, but noooo. Rather bitter about the Oscars. I was unable to watch eight hours of countdown with the folks at E! Stupid MSU cable channel. Also lacking TLC, discovery civilization channel, MTV rock, and the Travel channel. I miss watching Great Hotels...

I am homeward bound this weekend. Mayhaps my mother will demonstrate her love by means of material gifts? I would bet on it. This is why parents are so much fun. It's ironic of course, the one weekend my roommate decides to go home as opposed to staying or -worse- having her boyfriend come to see her is when I decide it is time to pay my family a visit. And I could be spending a peaceful weekend without the smoke and the talking and the being within a five mile radius of her.... Sigh. Oh well.

Ferris wheels are cruel cruel things. Instead of the fun of a roller coaster, they just slooooowly lift you up and down, pausing as you rock precariously and the others in the seat think it is funny to act as though they will jump out. Why oh why is attempted suicide so funny? It makes me sad. At least on a roller coaster they don't laugh when you scream.

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[14 Mar 2003|02:12am]
[ mood | determined ]

I have been told to update my journal more. I must now attend to it at least eight, ten times each day to catch up with mark. I can so do it though. I'm an internet slut. It's okay everyone, I said it so you do not have to. Yay for me!

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Climacophobia [14 Mar 2003|12:11am]
[ mood | listless ]

Why do I only get the urge to do anything productive once the one o'clock hour runs around? That's one in the morning, mind you. I spent the better portion of my day just hanging out, doing nothing of importance and generally being lazy. Now I have class in a matter of hours and I suddenly feel compelled to update my journal, surf the internet and basically find any means possible of not going to sleep. I like sleep so much though, go figure. What am I doing now, you may ask? (I know you weren't going to ask, I'm not that deep in denial) I am downloading french rap music. It has reached a new low over here. I cannot wait for the weekend to begin. I envy all those who managed to avoid friday classes. How I wish tomorrow was for sleeeeeping. It is for Subway though, that makes me happy. Let us all join together to celebrate our mutual love of Subway. Other things to celebrate: Axe commercials, bitterness and hostility, The Oblongs, Comedy Central Presents, apples, special friends. Things to bitch about: snow, president Bush, fucking freedom fries, stinging nettle extract, people who respond to my live journals anonymously. I had a moment of clarity today: remember those "survival kits" people are supposed to stock up on in case of attack from the eeeeevil Iraqis? The ones that caused stores to actually run out of duct tape? Okay, here's what to do with them: take the plastic wrap or cellophane, either will do the trick, and wrap it around your head. Then take the duct tape and secure ther cellophane in place. See? Now there's no possible way for any of those biological weapons to enter your body! Allllll better.
And now for something completely different: I am playing matchmaker. Wanted: one multi-millionaire who is kind of cute and quirky to be sugar daddy for Kaitlyn Marx. She is a fun girl and promises not to be crazy as long as her responsibilities are limited to eating, sleeping, watching tv and brushing her teeth. She promises to only use you for your money.
I think I have decided I don't want to leave school. Ever. I am just going to stay here and get my learn on for the rest of my life. I refuse to leave until I speak French, Russian and Italian and I actually feel like I know something. I know a whole lot without knowing much at all, it seems. That makes me rather sad. A note to all you pro-choice people out there (don't worry, I am one of you): a Senate vote decided 52-46 today not to overturn Roe v. Wade. Yiiiiiiikes. Who put all these scary republicans in charge? And why the hell are a bunch of middle-aged fat, balding, bible-thumping fucking MEN allowed to make these kind of decisions for me? Who gave them that right? Gahhhhh. I am angry. What else is new? That is officially added to my list of things to bitch about. That and fucking people who smoke in my room and make my bed smell like their disgusting poison. I think possibly I should stop now before I work myself into a homicidal rage. Don't feel to relieved, I will be back with more to say. Until next time......

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Why does live journal hate me? [25 Feb 2003|01:26am]
[ mood | drained ]

This thing doesn't seem to be working properly. It is supposed to do EXACTLY what I tell it to. Livejournal, I order you to stop hating me. Bah.

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Ahhhh!!!!!!! [25 Feb 2003|01:11am]
[ mood | frustrated ]

I don't suppose it is a good sign that I am already annoyed with this stupid thing. Grr. Help!

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Still working? [25 Feb 2003|12:42am]
[ mood | productive ]

Don't mind me, I'm just messing around with this thing. No, I have not yet begun my homework. What do you think I am? Sleep is for the weak.

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My first time [24 Feb 2003|10:46pm]
Yay! My very first Live Journal entry. Kaitlyn finally got on the ball. Way to go Kaitlyn. This is my favorite new toy because I get a new excuse to play on the internet for hours and hours instead of doing my homework. I get the award for procrastination. Yes I do. I have the certificate to prove it. For example, right now I am supposed to be reading Quicksand by Nella Larson and writing a paper for 112. Am I? Of course not. I am in Kaitlyn's room shamelessly using her for her computer (again) even though mine is way better. I am happy today because the MSU mock trial team made it to nationals. Iowa, here we come! All right, that is probably enough for right now, I just spent at least an hour looking for a picture to put on this thing. I know there are more productive ways to spend my time. There must be. That's all for now, seeya.
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