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My nose doesn't work too good and tonight mulch smells like puke. Bleh ehawk

*grumble*

sometimes the first reaction i have to a question is "um... that information is completely easily accessible, but here's what you want to know."

in my head?

in my head I'm pantomiming *STABSTABSTABSTABSTAB*

If anyone knows of any opportunities to let me throw breakable things off a tall building, even if tall is 3 floors, let me know. It'll be the cathartic event of a lifetime and make me real happy.

ok... let's see... funeral is tomorrow, and i'm just hanging on to some semblance of ok. i am actually not disturbed by the death, it's the living people i have to contend with that have my palms sweaty and make me want to get all stabby and run away.

i had a good lone ride last night, hung out by the river for a good long while, even rode by Evil Twin on the way home. I went home, showed the kitty some affection, then went to bed, and managed to sleep like a baby. Got up, combed out the hair (success!), then got out the door to go to work. I pulled Rauchbier out of the basement and launched only to find that i didn't quite remember how to ride a bicycle. If you know the hill I live on, you will know this is a really shitty realization AFTER taking off. I don't know if i was sitting wrong or what, but I couldn't figure out anything. I smacked into 2 curbs real hard, darted onto the sidewalk and between parked cars, nearly lost my front wheel, and smacked a car pretty good (just with me, not the bike... so no damage). About 1/3 of the way down the hill I had it figured out and was riding like an normal person.

Then I got coffee/breakfast, and managed to not be able to ride, keep my skirt tucked in, and carry coffee at the same time. I spilled crap all over myself repeatedly, and the coffee hand was really wet, so steering with that hand was... idiotic. I arrived at work pretty surprised to have made it with no new bruises or scrapes.

I hate feelings and the occasional lack thereof. ehawk

Earlier this week my buddy Aaron put me into hysterics when he responded to my status message...

eHawk: i have no brain
aaron: brains are outdated anyway
aaron: can't cope with all the info
aaron: just ask Duran Duran! "too much information"... they called it like 13 years ago.
eHawk: hahahahaha! you rule
aaron: true, but the kingdom I govern is totally wacko.

I have a piece of paper from a doctor saying i got superinfected. I feel so super cool. ehawk

Going to hear neil gaiman tonight. So awesome. I am such an emo fangirl. ehawk

Naps are like sleep part 2. Awesome. ehawk

Alcohol makes me much happier with the world. Go ahead and hit me with your best shot. ehawk

Omg opera orchestra geek out. Copeland's the tender land is being performed at harvard this weekend. Sweet! ehawk

"I disappear on people because it's easier to have no feelings when you don't have to look at them."

i saw a man pooping on my walk to work today... ah the glories of the ghetto Star.

What is the appropriate protocol for telling a housemate that a film crew is coming to film? ehawk

Tonight I'm heading over to MIT to see their run of Black Sheep.  If you are around at all, you should go!  It's a New Zealand movie playing at 7 and 10PM.  I'm going at 10PM.

I had a moment this morning while listening to 80s music at supreme that makes me want to see back to the future. ehawk

I have a new phone that works. Woo!

someone asked me yesterday what malacology meant, while i was running some errands in the museum. 
it made me smile.

so we work with ethanol.  it's liquory... it's hard ass grain alcohol when it comes down to it.  woo.  so long as it's not up to 99% or so, it's ok, just evaporates quickly (when you get up to 99% or so it starts to process really easily into benzene... which is majorly toxic).  

Sometimes things were collected and for some brilliant reason stuck in isopropyl alcohol (often sold as rubbing alcohol in drugstores).  Problem: more impurities, and when you work over it, a headache is quickly induced and the inside of the sinuses start to burn.  A lot. Ow. smell wise, it smells the same as ethanol (almost), so you don't know it's different until the burn hits. 

there's an eyelash in my soup. or maybe an eyebrow hair? i wasn't paying much attention... i hope it's mine.