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I would like to publicly put forth my approval of some delicious foods:

1) cottage cheese- It is wonderful. I eat this out of the container with a spoon on occasion.

2) potato salad- I also ate this out of a container during fall quarter. To be exact I procured a tub of potato salad from Costco and I would sit at the counter and munch out of it with a fork, much to the disdain of my roommates.

3) olives- It was discovered semi-recently that whether or not people like olives is genetic, and I definitely have the olive gene. I particularly like them stuffed with pimento or jalepenos.

4) bagels and lox- these are the spice of my life.


PS- I COVERED my phone in RHINESTONES today.



Profound thought of the day: Having a fabulous story/gossip and not being able to share it is, I think, quite like having sex and almost climaxing, but then not.

Nobody Puts Baby in the Corner

I wish that M. Night Shyamalan would come out with another movie soon...and one as good as Signs or the Village.

Today was relatively kick ass in a very laid back mind on my money and my money on my mind kind of way. Chloe and I woke up at 1pm and went to dim sum and then we walked around the International District and bought sour candy and peach juice. She had the worst hangover ever, though, and didn't stop feeling semi-nauseated until 7pm...poor kid. I, on the other hand, was just more thirsty than I have ever been in my life. I usually can't even choke down one glass of water a day, unless I've just had some very aerobic exercise. But today, I swear to God, I had at least ten huge glasses of water.

Then Mitch and Chloe and I watched Dirty Dancing and had a major living room dance party. The reason that every girl I know loves that movie is because the basic moral of the story is that you can be a huge dork, have poofy hair, and not know how to dance, and still end up being gorgeous on stage with an amazing guy who is in love with you. The End. Clearly life would be so much better if we all just lived in the 80's (and impeached Ronald Reagan).

And to end on a complaint...here is my daily wtfuck moment: How can someone in the house be repeatedly leaving their balled-up TP on the bathroom floor? Seriously. It would be fine if you were ocd and somehow nervously crumpled up toilet paper while you were on the pot and tossed it on the ground, but I know what is really happening is that someone is wiping and then missing the toilet with the paper. Ewwww. You would have to be super-duper high constantly to be making that mistake as many times as there were balls of paper next to the toilet tonight. Keep it classy, guys, and watch where your garbahey is going after you wipe.




"When you took your seat I felt as if a woman had come into my bathroom and I had only the sponge to defend myself."
-Winston Churchill

Mute Me, Please

Just so we're clear, Stephen is like my favorite friend EVER. Shiiiiit. He's funny as hell. And that kid who I hate is my least favorite friend. I couldn't even remember why I was mad at him by the time I got home, but I know it was legit because I was actually mad....not sorta peeved at a random person mad, but I really hate you Jerome-type mad. Still, I was like, "oh I'm ridiculous, let's forget about me being a coldhearted bitch." But then I listened to all my missed voicemails from the night and heard two douchebag ho voicemails from him in a row. All I have to say is that certain people are both inconsiderate, rude and patronizing...and ANNOYING all at once.

BUT, tonight was exciting since I had never smoked meh in a crack pipe in a tree before.







Not that that happened tonight or anything.

I'm so dizzy....

Do you know that song? It's an oldie. I grew up on those...97.3 kbsg. I also had it on the Sugar beats tape of mine. Whoa, you haven't lived till you've experienced sugar beats, that's for sure.

Side note: Bad things happen when I mix meh with meh. LIke I can't fall asleep because the digital numbers on my alarm clock are getting jiggy with it and won't stay still. At least I didn't have to be accompanied home by creepy mc-creepersons. That's right. I was strategic in my exit timing....and then Stehen and I got pizza, but that is NOT going in my diet log. Screw physiology, what happens after 3 am, stays a secret, right? RIght.





"Na na na na na-na-na, getting jiggy with it."
-WIll Smith, a la Kegger for Cancer music

Grammar Whore

It's truly terrible how I never write in here anymore. It's not that I'm more busy this quarter, it's just that a) I have to wake up super early every morning now, so I'm completely shot by the time I go to bed an would normally write, and b) I'm losing myself a bit this quarter. The kind of fly by the seat of your pants, just skating by, not really paying attention to myself, just paying attention to what's happening to me life. Shit son. I need serious grounding.

Thoughts from today:
-I love when people touch my head. I know that I have said this before, but it is amazing. If anyone ever wanted to make me do something or coerce me into some type of agreement, if they stroked my hair or even just put their hand on top of my head I would pretty much just consent. It just makes me automatically trust whoever is touching me and feel taken care of. It may sound cheesy, but it's my achilles heel, I guess.

-I am completely elated that my last quarter of my senior year we are FINALLY doing the death penalty as one of the topics for the YD-CR debates. Hells yes, kids. I even promised to go on a date with a boy that I really really don't like if it would be a deal-maker for people. Of course, I don't think I should be held to it, because people's agreement to do DP was not based on the date possibility. Basically, it's off the table now that I got what I wanted. Manipulative douchebag ho, right here.

-I love my mother, and I am pretty much becoming her. I edit the same as her...painstakingly slow, and in-depth. I have to fix all the grammar, etc. before I can even pay any attention at all to content. But it basically is kick-ass by the time I am done. I used to be so frustrated when my mom edited my papers, because I would just want her to read for content, not the other BS. Now I'm just happy that I'm related to her, because clearly, writing--or at least editing it--is in my blood.

Moqtada al Sadr is the leader of the insurgency in Iraq, which I did not know going into my test. Still when the first question was "who is Moqtada al Sadr?" that is the answer I gave. Ha, bitches! I test well. LSAT's anyone? Nope, I'll actually probably coug those just because it would be typical me to choke when I need it the most. Whatev. I can learn to be bohemian and not do school anymore.







"Look at this pen I got. I took it from the cancer kids."
-Bond, after volunteering at the Ronald McDonald House for kids with cancer

Life is Difficult

The House at Pooh Corner

Christopher Robin and I walked along
under branches lit up by the moon.
Posing our questions to owl and eeyore
as our days disappeared all too soon.
But I've wandered much further today than I should
and I can't seem to find my way back to the wood.

So, help me if you can I've got to get
back to the house at Pooh corner by one.
You'd be surprised there's so much to be done,
count all the bees in the hive,
chase all the clouds from the sky.
Back to the days of Christopher Robin and Pooh.

Winnie the Pooh doesn't know what to do,
got a honey jar stuck on his nose.
He came to me asking help and advice
and from here no one knows where he goes.
So I sent him to ask of te Owl if he's there,
how to loosen a jar from the nose of a bear

So, help me if you can I've got to get
back to the house at Pooh corner by one
You'd be surprised there's so much to be done,
count all the bees in the hive,
chase all the clouds from the sky .
Back to the days of Christopher Robin and Pooh,
back to the days of Christopher Robin,
back to the ways of Pooh



These days I am so emo. But not in a depressed way, really. Just in a can start trickling tears at any moment kind of way. And because I like my life, not because I am unhappy. I just hate endings, and this is the end of my life as I know it. It's all starting when my med school roommate moves out in a week or so. Who will advise me on all aspects of my social relationships, and give me massages, and life perspective now? PLUS, Kurt Vonnegut is DEAD. And tomorrow elections for YD's happen and that will be over too in a way. I had my last Convention this last weekend. And I'm in the last Polisci class of my life. And at the end of the summer, I'll be peacing out of Seattle. Possibly forever. And the really scary part is that I want to give up South Africa and stay at UW forever and ever amen.


Olive's D-day is getting super close. What should I do then? I'm thinking of taking a bunch of plastic bags and releasing them into the wind somehow so that they blow around. I think that she would appreciate that. Probably. I hope that when I die, people remember me more than I remember her. But just other people, because if I was the one who died, I would want her to remember me the same amount as I remember her. Otherwise it would hurt too much.

Boo! I lovelovelove my friends and Seattle and the rain on the roof sound. delta=sadness.







"Love is more afraid of change than destruction."
- Friedrich Nietzsche

Hollerrrrrrr

I have quite possibly THE most awkward life on the entire planet.