Sunday, October 29, 2006

School. It's good.

I've decided I completely love learning, so I guess I love school. See this girl doing her work?

If a bomb just happened to kill nearly everyone around her, that would be the perfect school environment. There are so many people who need to be blown up.

And psychology class is neato!

Friday, October 27, 2006

Covet this, sinners.

I own it!I watched it with Corina tonight and I'm pretty sure we time-traveled. I miss the olden days.

Tuesday, October 24, 2006


It's not quite perfect, but it's close enough that I'll still be my friend. I kill at psychology.

Monday, October 23, 2006

Harlow's Monkeys

Ever read about these little guys? Look how freaking cute that thing is! Poor little baby with a terrycloth mommy.

Anyway, I have a huge psychology test tomorrow, and I'm worried I won't get perfect on it. Pray for me. I must be perfect always or I will hate myself.

Saturday, October 21, 2006

Friday, October 20, 2006

I hope one of you knows how to sew...

I'm going to need one of those vests. Good news for all of you who have been annoyed by me asking you to repeat yourself. I haven't been ignoring you. I'm deaf! I finally got my hearing checked. Looks like my Eustachian tubes suck and I have a mild hearing impairment. That also explains why I bump into things and fall over all the time. It's just my ears, not the vodka. I can totally keep drinking.

They can probably fix my ears with some wacky combinations of this and that. I shall hear again!

Thursday, October 19, 2006

This is the place.

That's where I spend all my time, and now I'm going to brag. I'm seriously kicking bum. I got 100% on my psychology research paper. I got 102% on an exam on birth defects, disabilities, inclusion, etc. 100% on my philosophy paper. 100% on my English essay on 9/11. Apparently I can do no wrong. I tell you this so you'll praise me and buy me candy.

Also, I got a tiny scholarship and the awards ceremony is next week. I wish I had some family here so they could cheer for me, or at least an Uncle Ben. I told the kids if they ask if there are any Uncle Bens in the room, they should just stand up. They're recovering alcoholics too.

My morning class is cancelled today. That makes me happy.

Sunday, October 15, 2006

A digital camera was at our house.

These are our funny faces. I think we did a good job.

And that is Corina's little hand holding her bandaid. I love this picture very much.

Saturday, October 14, 2006

I'd even take a round metal tub.

I ache for want of a dishwasher. I believe I deserve one. I would treat it with love.

Wednesday, October 11, 2006

Some tidbits from my interesting life.

Today a girl in my class told me she feels as though she has ADHD or something, because she often finds it hard to sit through our boring classes. I told her I feel as though I have full-blown AIDS.

Let's see...what else...

I got 102% on an exam. In college. Praise me.

LOST is on tonight, which makes me incredibly happy. I have an 8 page paper to write tonight, as well as three essays to read for a test tomorrow. That makes me less happy.

I'm eating cheesecake right now. A boy gave it to me because he likes me very much. He's good.

Corina had her half birthday yesterday (5½), and it's my dad's 62nd birthday today. Can you believe he has a birthday on the same day LOST is on? He's lucky.

Monday, October 02, 2006

Don't put me in a home, jerk.

I was inspecting my hands during a boring moment in class today, and I think I saw some faint age spots. Also, the veins in my hands are starting to stick out. I remember pushing on the veins in my dad's hands when I was little and thinking old people's hands are strange. Now Max and Corina push on my veins. I'm getting old. It's weird, and I kind of like it.

Sunday, October 01, 2006

Sacs De Friandises D'Halloween.

I bought a huge box of Halloween Doritos yesterday. You know...that box with 27 little bags of Doritos in it. They're supposed to be for our school lunches. The problem is I can't stop eating them. Cannot. I love them and I want to marry them.

School makes me eat more. Homework makes me eat more. I feel like I can't study or do assignments without shoving things in my mouth. I'm going to become squishy.