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well if i don't say something soon, then people will stop checking. so, here's something.

sarah finally got tickets for b&s. yay sarah.

i think i'm going to go to sleep and hope that i explode out of bed tomorrow and attack the day (to steal a quote from one the of livejournal girls that i stalk)...there's stuff that needs to get done...
but, sadly, this probably won't happen.

ween was pretty good. it was pretty good for $45. it would have been great for $20.
stupid sold out show with stupid scalpers.

oh well...such is life...

someone do my mpls lab....

"everyone in this class would have to die before anyone at that table asked me for help...and even then they'd hesitate..."
--mike v

we went for chinese food last night and my fortune was SO appropriate...

the next time i start going on about this great idea to save $20 in cab fare and sleep on the floor in s144, please convince me i'm wrong.

i feel like dying.

that is all.

"I used to tell my customers, 'If you can make the lights come on on your catalyst, I'll give it to you for free'".

--Peter Van Oene

so last night, at the last minute, i aborted my sleep-on-the-floor-at-school plan and went home and slept in my bed. i feel much better now than i did exactly one week ago.

but now i'm at work and i'm all alone. shaz was supposed to be working today, but he's not here. but i'm far too nice and anti-confrontational to actually call anyone. so if you're an ITSC employee and you're reading this on saturday, you can come in and work...you know...if you want to...

*sigh*

and i just know that something tragic is going to come of all this.

so i FINALLY fixed my pictures link over there. it still doesn't look that nice...it's pretty lop-sided...but it's a start, at least...
maybe later i'll think of a better layout.

i'm glad i have this super secret diary. that way i can write about my yeast infection. hahahaha. oh my gosh, i've never had one of these before and let me tell you - IT SUCKS. more than having your period or a bladder infection, or BOTH COMBINED.

not only is that area of my body BURNING, but the cure for this infection is terrible. i had to stick an easter egg sized pill WAAAAAY up into that area. like way higher then any tampon or penis has ever gone. wooh. it's scary stuff.

WORD OF ADVICE: never buy irish spring sport soap. it smells awesome, but man, too perfumed and probably the cause of this infection, damn it.

tonight i need to do homework and watch cheaters. i really do mean "need" to watch cheaters. last night's episode was sooo good because they took a group of girls into this EMPTY night club to confront this girl's cheating boyfriend. but the cheating boyfriend was nowhere to be seen and the host was like "yeah, we THOUGHT they were gonna come here". hahahaha. oh man. you just had to see this.

i finally scanned the pictures from sarah's halloween party.
they're awesome.

les photos

Lobster:
Everyone loves these delectable crustaceans, but many cooks are squeamish
about placing them into boiling water alive, which is the only proper
method of preparing them. Frankly, the easiest way to eliminate your
guilt is to establish theirs by putting them on trial before they're
cooked. The fact is, lobsters are among the most ferocious predators on
the sea floor, and you're helping reduce crime in the reefs. Grasp the
lobster behind the head, look it right in its unmistakably guilty
eyestalks and say, "Where were you on the night of the 21st?", then
flourish a picture of a scallop or a sole and shout, "Perhaps this will
refresh that crude neural apparatus you call a memory!" The lobster will
squirm noticeably. It may even take a swipe at you with one of its claws.
Incorrigible. Pop it into the pot. Justice has been served, and shortly
you and your friends will be, too.
-- Cooking: The Art of Turning Appliances and Utensils
into Excuses and Apologies