you know, i thought about doing another message from my nose or something, and then I realised, I'm sitting in the middle of an engineer computing lab... I think if I started typing with my nose they'd all assume that I was an engineering student who finally cracked ( Read more... )

I wonder what kind of medical disorder it would take to convince cornell that my bed needed to be replaced with a hammock or water bed ( Read more... )

today I begin my secret plot to take over the world with squirrels!!!!

mwahahahahahahahahaaaaa!!!!!

I've been making sugar to dust on top of sugar cookies. so far I've got sugar in all the primaries and secondaries in little plastic baggies sitting on top of my computer. I'm like some sort of really retarded drug dealer...

I am currently trying to eat jello pudding with my toes and failing miserably.

plus my feet need washing.

And now, a message from my nose:

i8[]jknc0ooe qjne nqaik34ede qhje 6uy4 io347h0q45e wkj43opow o98i43 u4opo90 -0ueer9jtyl 8kl, h7643

Thank you.

(I really was trying for certain letters. It did make a coherent message. It's amazing how few of the letters I was trying for are the ones my nose wound up typing.)

I'd like to point out something very very disturbing. Anne Rice's view of the bible

yea. how 'bout that.

for the first time ever, my hairbrush snagged my cartilage piercing. weird.

I made teeny tiny onion rings today from an onion I liberated from the cornell demonstration gardens. they were letting all the stuff grown there go to waste. tomorrow I think I'll try for some of the ears of corn that haven't yet rotted or been eaten by squirrels.

it was meant a nap
and became hibernation
with long crazy dreams

a choice before me
strive for the biochem grade
or salvage the math?