http://www.blaghag.com/2010/04/in-name-of-science-i-offer-my-boobs.html

This has me some combination of confused and irritated.

The entry itself is short, which means that the readership has taken some stabs at explaining this . . . political speech ( Read more... )

Drunk chatting is not inherently bad.  I now have a date for tomorrow night and the next night because I am ballsy about asking for dates when I drink.

I'm pleased with this development.

There's a reason for that.  I don't really have anything in the way of good news. In short, minus everything that's too personal for the internet:

1. After getting rejected from UCLA (where I didn't really want to go, but felt compelled to try because of its high ranking), I contacted the scholarship person at Loyola about adjusting my scholarship ( Read more... )

Since I received my inadvertent raise from the cult, my hours have been cut.  Significantly.  Instead of two days a week, or occasionally one, this week they haven't asked me to come in at all.  Nor have they felt it necessary to give me any kind of reasonable notice about this.  It's office work--it's not like something is going to suddenly come ( Read more... )

If you have my number, please send me your phone number. 
My phone was stolen and I just got a new one, and I have no phone numbers.

Almost all of them.  I do not like that my boyfriend is reading my journal and pretending not to.

So, a couple days ago, Nick asked about what law schools I'm applying to, and I read that comment at work and decided that, while checking my e-mail, filling out applications, and researching the schools that send me fee waivers at work was totally cool, somehow going on livejournal would just be downright irresponsible.
Go figure.

Speaking of which ( Read more... )

There's this song that I love--well, really a set of bars that I love, the sample they use is not long. It's a motif.
It's been appearing in Dexter for the last season or so during crucial moments in his relationship with Rita.

PregnancySong begins at 8:00 ( Read more... )

I saw this Kevin Nealon HBO special a while back.  In it, he mentioned that the blood pressure reader is about the hippest thing that you can whip out at grown up parties.  Basically, from what I can infer, it's like having a pocket breathalyzer at technically-legally-but-not-functionally-grown-up parties.  It sounds lame in theory, but you take ( Read more... )

For those to whom I haven't mentioned it yet, the mother of one of my best friends (Nicole) has been diagnosed with breast cancer.  She told me near the end of the school year.  I was walking to a rugby party when she called.  Put a bit of a damper on the party, hearing that the woman who's been like my second mother since high school has cancer.

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