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| you know that one episode of seinfeld where jerry accidentally knocks
his girlfriend's toothbruth into the toilet but she doesn't know and
she uses it and he can't kiss her anymore? i had an experience quite
like that less than half an hour ago. there i was just having oatmeal
for dinner in the corner barstool by the phone, adding too much brown
sugar as usual. i was about halfway through the bowl. BAM.
what was that thing?! it was brown and tan with little ridges. sick. it
looked to be a little bug shell. nah, it MUST have been a goofy looking
oat, right? RIGHT?! so i got up and grabbed the oat container and
scoped out the expiration date, like that had something to do with it.
july 8th, 2006. it couldn't have been a bug. i opened the container and
turned it in circles to shift things around. BAM. evidence. a gross little bug was lurking about my oats. i wouldn't kiss me, either.
DAMN YOU, CREEPY QUAKER MAN.
after that, as if i needed further proof, i went to go examine the pot
i made it in. as i went to grab it, the microwave fan came on and
scared the hell out of me! i couldn't even turn the thing off... i
still can't figure that one out. the ghosts of the dead bugs, perhaps? eww.
it was a frightening time in the kitchen tonight.
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| yes indeed. i think a change may be in store. | | |
| dear yoplait,
upon brainstorming for flavors in your fat free line, why did you
decide on "orange cream"? i'm not generally a fan of toxic household
cleaning product flavored yogurt.
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| this post if for maria since she has called for a new post, so:
i really really want to go back to europe this summer to backpack and
see the sights for a while. i probably shouldn't have started watching
five takes europe on the travel channel, because i've been looking at
train passes and plane tickets ever since. what it comes down to is the
fact that i still need a job... haha. we'll see what i come up with.
i'm going though, i swear. then i'm going to be a travel journalist.
i'm only kidding... i'm pretty much failing english right now, so i'm
sure the journalism thing isn't going to work out for me.
on a side note, there has been a slew of creepy SRP contractors down my
street all week now. if i go missing in the next few weeks or so, i'm
almost positive you should hunt these guys down. they know where i live
and they have been working in the backyard to replace all these cables
throughout the neighborhood. you'll know them by their creepy tunes
they whistle and you'll probably see them doing random sit-ups on the
side of the road. then again, if nothing turns up with these guys you
could always investigate the drug dealers across the cul-de-sac.
i love the 'hood.
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| i think i'm just going to start out by saying my schedule pretty much
rules. anything having to do with two hour lunch or seventh hour
release are my favorite. the only drawback has been this whole math
ordeal that has consumed my life over the past few days. as you may or
may not know, i took pre-calc last year. this means i should be in calc
ab this year but because of the limited class hours offered, i am
taking math at some community college. so long story short (since this
isn't going to get interesting at any point) it is a pain in the ass to
find an open class in the time and place i need it. give me only a few
days notice and throw me into the chaos that is last minute college
registration. thank you, DHS. however, the giant plus to taking math
elsewhere is that i'll have finished my math requirements for my major
before college even starts. yay journalism! this is seriously such a
nice change after last year's insanity. what joy, maybe i won't be
drowning in work all the time.
psssst... i'm done ranting now.
it's come to that point in the post where i feel the need to give some
thanks for making the 17th anniversary of my birth wonderful.
sandie: thanks for my pretty card and lovely gift (and my hug)! i was
really surprised when i walked in the room and the little banner and
signs were up... it was so cute. you're too good to me and i know it's
cliche, but you really shouldn't have. really. i guess i also have to
throw some thanks out to the rest of the yearbook girls and brenna for
that one, too.
theresa: i hate to go all bette midler on you, but did you ever know
that you're my hero? you're my favorite and i don't deserve you or your
spoiling. i seriously love you... not that joking kind of love. and i
love how i can just spew crap like that and it doesn't even phase you.
i don't know what i'd do without you. thanks for coming by and doing
dinner with the fam when you probably should have been doing some
serious packing. good luck moving in tomorrow!
the family (because they read my xanga and all...?): these people
seriously spoil the hell out of me. after treating me and theresa to a
weekend in disneyland, they start my day off with breakfast in bed
(including pancackes, fruit, juice, and coffee on a cute little tray
with flowers and a candle), throw in some pizza at lunch along with
gifts (a watch, urban outfitters gift card, addition to my pearl
necklace, dolce gift certificate, money), and end it with dinner out at
someburro's. they're seriously on crack.
everyone else is lovely as well. muchas gracias for making the day enjoyable.
i'm going to end this on a carolyn-esque note and give a little fuzzy
thought/word of advice: take note of how fortunate you are. seriously
appreciate everyone and everything you have in life.
now that i feel like a giant mushball, i think i'm going to go to
sleep. for some reason, writing that entry felt really weird. i was
going to ramble about the exciting and upcoming music events, but i'm
too tired and i think i've done my fair share of that already.
muy bien.
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