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I swear I had a full entry here, but I clicked on a link someone sent me about a half-ton man recovering from obesity surgery and all that went to crap. Take a gander at that man-bosom, phew ( Read more... )

REPUBLICANS ARE CRAZY AND THEY KICK PUPPIES IN THE FACE.

ALSO I HATE SCIENCE, SPECIFICALLY POPULATION GENETICS.

One day, probably after midterms and an unheard of Election Day chocolate binge, I will go back to normal posts.

OMG I HAVE A PAPER TO WRITE ON A BOOK AND I DON'T KNOW HOW TO CHOSE A TOPIC. TOO MUCH FREEDOM. TOO MUCH FREEDOM. PANIC.

I went iPod case shopping today at the terribly overcrowded Soho Apple store. I need a case because iPods are apparently made from ultra-fragile meteorite fragments and will scratch if you think about them too hard or stare at them for too long ( Read more... )

For Spanish class we had to write a 300 word composition answering the question: "How will the 21st century be different?" I figure since we're reading The House on Mango Street, we must be reading on a sixth grade level (because that's when I read that story in English class). Thusly, I reasoned to myself--we are allowed to think and write on a ( Read more... )

One day (today), I was cooking myself an omelette and became troubled by prospects that people who share my genetic material will read this journal.

In lieu of this random paranoia, Prolix Prose is now a friend's only institution. People who don't have an account should sign up for one. Leave a comment if you want to be added ( Read more... )