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So today I fell down the stairs and severely sprained my ankle. Go. Team. Me.

Of note: It looks really weird now. It's all puffy and discolored. The NP wasn't concerned, so I guess I'm not either.

The aircast is going to look mighty hot with my job interview tomorrow.

- Make a post that contains your list of 10 holiday wishes. The wishes can be anything at all, from simple and fun ("I'd love a Hermione icon that's just for me") to medium ("I wish for _____ on DVD") to really big ("All I want for Christmas is a new car/computer/house/TV.") The important thing is, make sure these wishes are things you really, truly want.

- If you wish for real possible things, make sure you include some sort of contact info in your post, whether it's your address or just your email address where Santa (or one of his elves) could get in touch with you.

- Also, make sure you post some version of these guidelines in your LJ so that the holiday joy will spread.

( My wish list. )

so... i did something kinda stupid and i decided that i hated my old, tired, and in the way hairstyle. of course, there isn't much one can do with baby fine hair. but i decided to get bettie page bangs



that might have been a mistake because i think i look like i have an extra chromosome.

that being said though, i still like them. matter of fact. i want to buy a whole bunch of circle skirts and cute sweaters and penny loafers and live out the rest of my 20s being an extra on the donna reed show.

hey. haven't done this in awhile. i guess i can catch you all up...

1. finished library school in april. waiting for IU to mail me my diploma. 'the hell?

2. no longer dating dumbass matt. actually, i refuse to speak to him. currently dating a philosophy professor.

3. moved into another apartment. it's good times still. same roommate. same cat.

4. same job. only full time now.

and that's about it.

seriously. who's thrilled jeffrey won project runway? um...

me!

even though the guy was a dick... he was funny. and that's pretty awesome.

the editing of that last show was pretty fucking craptastic though. jesus. did they have the DeVry Institute t-comm interns do it, or what? god, i could have square danced through the holes of that show.

anyway...

why.... this is an outrage!

i am not a geek.

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Your Geek Profile:

Music Geekiness: Highest

Academic Geekiness: High

Geekiness in Love: High

Fashion Geekiness: Moderate

Internet Geekiness: Moderate

ugh. lesson learned. a diet consisting of cheetos and corpocoffee pastries will lead to gastrointestinal distress.

cracks me up.

Your brain: 100% interpersonal, 100% visual, 200% verbal, and 0% mathematical!

Congratulations on being 400% smart! Actually, on my test, everyone is. The above score breaks down what kind of thinking you most enjoy doing. A score above 100% means you use that kind of thinking more than average, and a score below 100% means you use it less. It says nothing about how good you are at any one, just how interested you are in each, relatively. A substantial difference in scores between two people means, conclusively, that they are different kinds of thinkers. Matching Summary: Each of us has different tastes. Still, I offer the following advice, which I think is obvious: Don't date someone if your interpersonal percentages differ by more than 80%. Don't be friends with someone if your verbal percentages differ by more than 100%. Don't have sex with someone if their math percentage is over 200%.

My test tracked 4 variables How you compared to other people your age and gender: You scored higher than 85% on interpersonal You scored higher than 76% on visual You scored higher than 99% on verbal You scored higher than 0% on mathematical

Link: The 4-Variable IQ Test written by chriscoyne on Ok Cupid

thank you, maggiela and chris! i promise to use your gift for good, not evil. and perhaps a delightful cape cod or 10.

well. that was weird. the sun was shining. then all of a sudden, the big hailstorm of '05. rain and hail the size of canned hams! the car is ok. and i'm having a popsicle.

( meme-alicious )

i can't decide whether or not to take french classes at butler this summer. they'd be night classes from 5:30 - 8:30 on monday and wednesdays. normally, this wouldn't be a problem, but i wanted to knock out a lot of hours at corpocoffee this summer because i could use the money since i will be losing my income come the end of august. (that was a ginormous run-on. bah.) i guess i could take one and if i didn't like it, it would be over at the end of june.

...here we find the chocosaur in her natural environment, sitting at the dining room table doing her french homework. ah, it appears she's hungry, nay, blood-thirsty for some sweet milk chocolate. stealth! and fluid! she moves to the kitchen and forages for the tasty treat. gnashing of teeth! flailing of arms! two pieces of leftover aero bar?!?! is this all?!?! woe! angst! the chocosaur inhales her meager find and throws open cabinets, displaces cutlery and unearths 50 million pounds of excess coffee. can the chocosaur be sated before she kills? will fat-free choco pudding packs sooth this raging beast? Or will the abandoned unsweetened baker's chocolate take her over the edge?

OH NOs!!!!!!!!!!

CHOCOSAUR ATTACKSZ!!1!! RAWR!!!1

oh my god. i almost feel like a real human being today. i'm still congested but i don't have brain fog. so i'd say today is looking up.

i had a nice chat with my french prof. since she wrote me a snide email about coming to class. i assured her that i did not have spring fever. i got a 93.5 on my last test which i find distasteful. so i am going to have to bust out le livre and study some for my test on tuesday.

maybe tomorrow my voice will go back to normal. i still sound really bad. it sounds all gruff and mean. rawr!

gah. as of today it has been one week since i turned my ap in.

*wrings hands*

so... i had a rather strange experience at the marsh store today. popped in for some medicine and to grab a few things for dinner. i'm standing in the checkout lane and the cashier is staring at my chest. not that it's remarkable in any way, my chest; but seriously this woman is staring like no one has ever stared before. i look away thinking, "oh perhaps she's not staring at my chest." and she tells me in this stevie nicks' gravel and razor blades voice, "i was looking at your necklace." ok. a lot of people have complimented me on this necklace. it looks like this only sparkly and hoosierdaddyiub got it for me this past summer. "i have one myself." and she pulls from her shirt this long chain of pendants and charms. "do you know what it means?" i told her no. she proceeded to tell me all about it. "i use mine for healing. it's the three stages of a woman's life. young maiden, old hag and the other one that i didn't care for and won't name."

so i come home and look it up. the third thing was motherhood.

interesting.

official diagnosis: bronchitis. now hoosierdaddyiub can't make fun of me because i am actually sick and not making it up. *stincks tongue out*

horvendile , my doctor was your spitting image. he looked like you and sounded like you. it was rather weird.

im going to eat some popsicles, take a nap, and pick up my z-pack.

oh my god. i was walking outside to the cafeteria to grab a peach smoothie and my book list flew out of my purse. (yes. i carry around a booklist in my purse. well. i did.) some jerkface picked it up, i thought he was going to hand it back to me. but he stuffed it in his pocket and walked off. asshole.

went down to bloomington last night because, like the shining idiot that i am, i left my soap in mike's car. knowing that i would all kinds of irrational over melted soap, i decided to save my soap from certain doom.

point is:

1. i think im allergic to beer.
2. caramel mcv's are teh awesome. i want to eat the whole roll like a big fat american. you know, nevermind that they turn you into a mad shitter.

tonight: must finish mes devoirs and start packing.