March 19, 2008

• asides.

  engraved on the back of my ipod:

  "this place totally plays the jams."

  bitchin'.

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  easter is near, and most years i just want to go to church to see if the pastor will change the story to freak everyone out.  like, "and on the the third day, jesus...hit the snooze alarm."

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  post-stomach flu, i thought i really wanted cheetos.  turns out, i just wanted to lick the cheet off of the o, and put them back in the bag.  what's left is really weird looking, and then again, so is just licking off fake plastiscene cheese, and my bird flu is still affecting my general health -- so i opted out on this activity.

  for now.

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  i can either write a 3 page literary criticism paper really quickly, cutting corners, or i can take 9 days to do it, having read all of the material.  there is no in between for me.  also, there is no 9 days scenario either.  because, please.

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  i still remember vocabulary words from my 4 years of german in high school, nearly 10 years ago.  so now, whenever i hear some of these words in english, my brain says them in german.  college is kollege (kul-leg-uh) and gymnasium is gim-nahs-ee-um (high school), and so forth.  the word for fruit is obst, so the host of survivor is jeff pr-fruit. 

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  i can't take any more "nicknames" for being pregnant.  baby bump has got to be the worst, made more nauseating only by when they just call it "bump" as in "bump watch" and whathaveyou.  i also really don't enjoy preggers (visualization of eggs), prego (a big stomach full of spaghetti sauce), bun in the oven (sigh), or the snobby "with child".  i'm not making a judgement call if you like or use the words regularly.  except that we can't be friends anymore.  just kidding.

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  it is beyond me how any kid who only has to go to college, and nothing else, flunks out.  ridiculous. it smacks of negligence and vodka.

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