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Interests: pirates, ninjas, the mafia, notre dame, notre dame football, being Catholic, God, charlie's illustrious belly button, good friends, handing in papers, straight teeth, movie night tuesdays, funny movies, smiling, Keough mass, mass buddies, Chuck Norris, pens, getting surprise notes for no particular reason, ceramic camels, mixed nuts (without peanuts), eye patches, smiling til my face hurts Expertise: pulling all-nighters, screwing up lots of stuff, being awesome at life despite my screwups.
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2/10/2004
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| i'd be in big trouble...Right. so we're reading this short story by Chekhov for my Russian class. and i'm reading along thinking that i'm picking up on everything, thinking i'm doing a pretty good job with my translation, and then yesterday we discussed the first part of the story as a class. well APPARENTLY there was this whole part of the story that i completely missed--i understood it to mean that basically the Gubov and Anna were standing around in Anna's apartment and there was an awkward silence and she was moving with a nervous and anticipatory demeanor that reflected the awkward and naive way she spoke. so i learn in class yesterday that they definitely weren't "standing around" the apartment. they were "doin' the booty!" big trouble, right? duuude, if i'm mistaking "standing around and being silent" for "doin the booty all russian and awkward"...then i can't even imagine...that kind of mistake will get a person in a world of trouble. bad news bears. in other news, America's Next Top Model? holy crap, this past week when they were doing their "sexy" crawls...i'm sorry, but Heather looked like the creepy dead girl from The Ring. Not even joking. with her blinding white skin and her dark hair and her blank expression. gross. and did anyone see her do the wall-slide? her eyes were rolling back in her head and it looked like she was having a seizure. cmon! that's not very modely. wednesday night tv is the best. i'm addicted to gossip girl. my family would be ashamed.  | | |
| squirrelsoh my. i'll tell ya, sometimes, you just gotta be like damn. i'm curious to know how people who write text books have the patience or maintain interest in the subject long enough to actually write hundreds upon hundreds of pages about the most boring stuff in the world. really. reallyreally. i barely have the patience to pay attention for longer than 20 seconds...max.
oh, and you know what else? i saw this roadkill squirrel the other day while i was running...clearly run over by a bike...but i like to come up with some kind of totally kickass story about how that little sucker died. like he was messin around with that big-ass squirrel's girlfriend (you know the one...that BIG ASS squirrel that just sits on the bench between hayes-healy and lafortune and tears apart those acorns with a ferocity like i've never seen). and so i'm thinkin that bigass squirrel's girlfriend was all like "i'm tired of that fatass eating all my acorns all the time...i slave over a hot oak tree all day long just so he can come home and eat all the acorns i managed to collect. i don't get so much as a thank you. Never has he come home and said "my, your tail looks extra bushy today" or "hey, you have supreme acorn-scavenging skills!" NEVER! he doesn't satisfy my squirrel needs." So she goes looking for true love down by the grotto (because that's where are the decent boy squirrels spend their time). And she meets our doomed squirrel friend, and they hit it off because he appreciates her for the squirrel she is inside. but then fatass squirrel finds out that grotto squirrel is mackin on his girlfriend and he won't stand for it. so, because he's a coward, he sends out some of his toadies to do his dirty work. and they kill him to send a message to any other squirrel thinking about makin the moves on his girlfriend. | | |
| the dinner a'fare is a really good idea. i went there with nathan and we put some food together and now we have a shit-ton of food in our freezer just waiting to be eaten. i go to GHP on the 6th. that's swell. i can't waaaaait to see eleta again. i haven't seen that girl in over 3 years and i miss her real bad. i'm pretty pumped about going. i'm not pumped about the smoke. especially since the smell of the smoke is gonna mix with the smell of ass that blankets valdosta. oh well. we had to call the fire department last night at like 11:30 because our washing mashine was filling the house with smoke. it was kinda silly. and i had kind of a lot of laundry to do seeing as how i have to pack for next week. so that's dumb. nathan came to visit last week and i like how every visit is ALWAYS better than the last. i had a lot of fun!! we're planning on going whitewater rafting in august with my brothers and my cousins. my uncle was ordained to the deaconate. that's totally sweet. i decided not to color my hair. my fingers are healing. i've been doing 5 miles a day--and i always manage to attract really creepy creepertons when i'm running. way to be. i've been watching "the biggest loser" marathons on the style network. i'm really lame. what's with MTV showing really shitty shows lately? all they play is The Real World and Run's House. Come ON! let's see some NEXT marathons. my lips are chapped beyond chapped. they hurt real bad. | | |
| you should pin money on herI just talked to my brother, and he was telling me his favorite birthday related story. he said that he was in a gas station and there were two women there, one had money pinned on her. the other woman (her friend) said: it's her birfday. you should pin money on her because it's her birfday...one time on my birfday people pinned money on me, and i had enough money to bail a mothaf***a outta jail AND by myself a new dress. i just about peed my pants. i like not studying for my finals. | | |
| i finally have a pro team to cheer foryep. the cleveland browns. they're my team. i'm glad that's settled. and my baseball team? the cubs. and my basketball team? oh who the hell am i kidding...i hate basketball. i wish there was a way they could all lose. meanwhile, my paper isn't writing itself like i had anticipated. | | |
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