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Name: Elianna
Country: United States
State: Missouri
Birthday: 8/28/1983
Gender: Female


Occupation: Research and development
Industry: Medical


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Member Since: 8/30/2005

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Wednesday, June 18, 2008

Imminent Doom. Doom Doom Doom.

Three weeks to go till the exam of my life (my PhD candidacy exam).

Afterwards, how long will I really remember it? Will it seem as important as it does now? Right now it seems spell out my imminent doom...


Friday, June 23, 2006

hooray

https://www.maketheconnection.org/order_beadkit/default.asp

For every pair of bracelet kits ordered (one per address), COMPLETELY FREE,
Merck will donate one dollar to Cancer Research and Prevention Foundation, up to $100,000, for cervical cancer awareness and screening programs among medically underserved women.

Order now and pass it on!

-Elianna



(Tell someone. Have you heard this campaign?)


Thursday, June 08, 2006

funny

"Diamonds are a man's best friend"

I love radio commercials.


Monday, May 22, 2006

book quote

Yes, another book quote.



From Marian Keyes' "Last Chance Saloon"


"Something roused Lorcan Larkin from a deep sleep. Automatically, he did the first thing he did every morning as soon as he woke up--he grabbed his penis to make sure it was still attached."


Friday, May 12, 2006

silly?

book quote

From "Second Honeymoon" by Joanna Trollope

She found a damp towel and wrapped it tightly round her. Then she ran a basin of cold water and dipped her hair into it and rinsed her eyes. There was a perverse relief, somehow, in being able to cry because she had soap in her eyes, being able to blame some small, tangible element for the need to howl away to herself, wrapped in an already used towel, in the forlorn middle of a weekday morning. She straightened up a little and peered at herself in the mirror. Her hair hung in wet dark snakes. Her eyes looked as if they'd been buried. She looked, she decided, more like the embodiment of a state of mind than a human being. She reached out and pulled another dank towel off the pile on the chair and wound it round her head. Now she looked like a huge blue toweling thumb.



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