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Monday, January 19th, 2004
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12:38 pm
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| Wednesday, December 24th, 2003
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3:53 pm
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I am bad at math. Not math per se (actually, yes) but bad at estimating. For example, should it really take 21 minutes to burn 312 MB of files? I have no idea if this is slow or fast!
Also, I have no idea how I managed to rack up 206 comments - 206 POSTED by me. Likewise, have I really received 126? What about the comments I leave on my own blog in reply to someone else? Does that count as a posted, received - or BOTH? Someone explain please. I promise not to mock your interests.
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| Tuesday, December 23rd, 2003
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10:39 pm
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I am a bad LJ owner.
And not just because I update once every 5 months.
But because sometimes I look at people's user info and want to add the strange, silly interests they have - the ones still in plain text which strongly highlight how unique they are, that they are the ONLY PERSON IN THE WORLD who likes that.
Then I hope they would get all excited that someone else cares about the same subset of something obscure, leave me lots of comments, and then be devastated that it was all a game.
If I do that: Hi. I'm kind of sorry, but the my-mom-is-making-me-apologize way, not the honest-to-goodness kind. Please.
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| Friday, December 12th, 2003
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7:11 pm
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i usually stay hidden in the background (hi luke!) but when i saw these emoticons.. it was time my lj made a reappearance.
current mood:  giggly
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| Saturday, September 6th, 2003
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3:05 pm
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Wow, so livejournal did changed. Crazy. Here I thought Luke was just lying to me.
I am disappointed, though. When opening the opening Livejournal page, I swear I saw "Livejournal Children." Upon further inspection it was, alas, "Livejournal Clothing."
Earlier this week I proclaimed my love to Adobe Illustrator 10. In order to avoid any smart-ass remarks, I immediately added that I planned to marry it. Hopefully Photoshop won't be too jealous. Or maybe it can just be my illicit affair.
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| Monday, August 11th, 2003
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10:39 pm
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So, I spent the majority of this evening mildly freaking out due to an incredibly sensitive right abdomen quadrant. Thoughts of appendicitis and waking up at three am with immobilizing pain were flitting through my head. Ok, they weren't flitting; they were crowded in and refusing to leave.
Until, three plus hours later, I realize that this is likely due to moving things. Namely, using the coincidentally sore area as a perch for things large, heavy, and bluntly sharp. Duh.
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| Monday, July 28th, 2003
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11:39 am
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Right now, I should be showering, packing, or doing my drawings. I am doing none of the above. I am bad. Baaaaaaaaaad.
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| Tuesday, July 22nd, 2003
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10:50 pm
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Am I a huge loser for seriously contemplating going to bed at 10:30pm?
Even if it's true that I got next to no sleep the night before? Still a loser?
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| Sunday, July 20th, 2003
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12:17 pm
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I've been having the craziest, creepiest dreams lately. Like the one where I'm driving with my mom in the bug, next to a truck. Where the truck has a truly monstrous mattress in its bed - balanced on one end. Where suddenly, BAM, the mattress falls on the car, smothering us.
Or the one where I'm alerted to the news that my ex has died, and I have to go to the funeral, and it's all so very... sad and strange and weird.
Or the one where I find myself in Chicago with three people I don't talk to anymore, where I realized mid city drive that I needed to be at work in three hours. Where, miraculously, my dad's work was strangely near Chicago (think: two blocks away.)
Or the one where I get an email from some strange company which monitors blogs, informing me that it took offense to something I'd written (something rather personal, that I would NOT put on a blog in the first place) and had alerted my mother to the blog, to read the things I'd written. And where I was immensely freaked out.
Yeah. These are all last night's dreams, too. Except for the giant mattress. That was the night before.
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| Saturday, July 19th, 2003
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11:37 pm
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Why do I keep asking stupid questions that only show that I'm a loser? In my defense, I did have plans. I was just cancelled upon, or left without the option of making new plans with people who are available.
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10:32 pm
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Why do I always go to sleep/think about going to sleep at earlier times on weekends?
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| Friday, June 27th, 2003
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1:36 am
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My nipples are frighteningly sore, without reason.
Luke has been gone longer than is acceptable. Perhaps talk of nipples will lure him out of his drunken stupor.
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| Monday, June 23rd, 2003
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8:29 pm
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| Sunday, June 15th, 2003
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6:13 pm
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I'm in some strange mood today, having slept far too much. I've a craving for caffeine, but my sensible brain tells me that drinking caffeine would be an exceedingly poor idea. I do not need to wake up late tomorrow.
Since it's such a nice day, I feel like I should go out and enjoy the weather. Only, I don't need to purchase anything, and if I head down to State Street, I will return with bags of things I do not need. Ah.
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| Wednesday, June 11th, 2003
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9:55 pm
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I've been thinking less, lately. This may be a lie, because memory fades, a few days past.
But, really, I think I am.
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| Monday, June 9th, 2003
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12:00 am
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The other bad thing about the Sex Lady is she often makes you make a fool of yourself.
For example, when Luke says he doesn't know who she is and you inquire, "Do you get oxygen down there?"
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| Sunday, June 8th, 2003
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11:55 pm
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So, I love watching the Sex Lady on Lifetime. Really I do. She's great.
But the inherent downside is when she talks about muscles that wind up around the tailbone. Gross! Also, the word "pubocoxxcyl" (or however it's spelled) it just...gross.
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| Saturday, June 7th, 2003
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3:33 am
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I do not enjoy the most recent anti-smoking ad. You know, the one with the grandfather watching his grandchild take its first steps...only to have the kid walk right through him. Bingo! He's dead, from tobacco use, no less!
As if the thought of dead relatives hanging around, watching your every move wasn't bad enough, the commercial quickly zips from creepy-as-all-fuck to head-thumping-obvious. The mother sadly remarks to her young child, "I wish grandpa was here to see you." Yes, lady, thanks: those of us with even the slightly mental capacity grasped that he was, in fact, dead. Thanks for bashing our skulls in with the fact.
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| Friday, June 6th, 2003
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5:00 am - No tears to traumatize it
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It's so late. My eyes are sore, I've been staring a foot and a half in front of me for hours. Nothing I intended to do got accomplished, and all I'm left with is .. the same, only four fewer hours. And absolutely no sleep. Fuck me for fucking up my schedule.
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| Tuesday, May 27th, 2003
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12:13 am
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Things annoy me which oughtn't. It's hard to keep them from bugging me.
There are several people I'm disappointed with, now. I have no right to be disappointed, really: every step for the last few months has been nowhere but down, so really, what's some leaps in the same direction?
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