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seriously. who doesn’t need a flashy antenna thing on thier phone. i totally want one of these. i totally have nothing better to do than look at phone accessories. fuck this shit, i’m going home.

i make a poll! yeah! ahem. well the thing is see, that now that one of my very limited forms of entertainment has been viciously seized away from me (kristen’s comments feature) i am wondering….are comments really the answer? what if the hoky poky really IS what it’s all about? you lemme know what you think. because i have a crafty poll.

View results without voting.

ah ha. vindication that i am not the only one.

You’re a rebel with a capital yeow! But even though your closet is chock-full of skeletons, you’ve also got a side that’s mushier than the softer side of Sears. Maybe it’s that special someone who holds the key to your rapidly expanding heart–and hey, if the Grinch can turn things around, we’ve got faith in you.

take the test yourself to find out your scooby personality.

this morning i was sent down to the second floor to make TWO HUNDRED AND SEVENTY copies of a 43 page study guide thing. i of course only managed to make 72 copies before the paper started jamming like a mofo. so aggravating!

while i was uber-busy sitting there watching the copy machine do all the grunt labor, i read a book that came in the mail yesterday to our department. it is entitled, “The Inner World of the Immigrant Child” by Cristina Igoa. so maybe there’s just something wrong with me right now but this book which was just talking about teaching children who come to america from foriegn countries and how they have problems learning how to fit in was making me cry! in front of the copy machine! it wasn’t even particularly heart-wrenching. i was just feeling so badly for all these immigrant children and how they are lonely, solitary little beings who don’t get to play on the playground or speak english. simple, emotional prose is apprarently a sure-fire way to get under my skin. goddamm easy waterspout. ahem let me give you a few gristly passages to reflect on.

“While working with the children from war-torn countries, I recalled my own experience of dislocation from one country to another during wartime and empathized as they spoke or wrote about the horrors of war. I was born in the Philippines and was 5 years old when my family left the islands two months before the end of the World War II. Manila was still occupied by the Japanese when our entire family boarded a U.S. Army transport for the United States. Aboard ship, wartime regulations were in force. All the women and small children were confined to one side of the ship, the men to the other. We had constant drills on what to do in case of submarine or air attack. We were told not to throw pieces of paper over the side of the ship because the enemy might track our progress by seeing bits of paper floating on the water.” (5)

“Lonliness is the deep, deserted feeling that a person experiences when he or she feels different, alone, and separate. It is an inability to be in touch with one’s self–a feeling of disconnectedness. Sometimes, the deeper the loneliness, the more intense the sadness, unhappiness, and desire to find some connection with life or with oneself. Loneliness, said a little Filipino girl, is “a bear with no friends.” (54)

it’s almost that time again, kiddos. almost.

31-25 carry the 2, add the november, turkey days 5 finger drawing, multiply by the abstract of the halloween fright, third colum tally up tally ho(!)

seven days……seven days…..

yesterday i read my horoscope in the berkeleyan newspaper on the bus as i was traveling towards nuala for my ride home and it said:

the question of marriage looms large presently.

i shit you not.

but then today i discovered the following:

July 27, 2002 � Cecil and Michele G* of Farmington, a daughter, Bethany Marie.

so apparently i am in the clear. because not only am i married to someone named cecil, he took MY last name (pansy ass), i live in exeter (where the hell is exeter?), and i have a daughter named bethany marie. sch-weet. suck on that, relatives with the piggy eyes. suck on that.

i came to the decision this morning while hopped up on krispy kremes that i’m going to at least have to take a date to the wedding this summer. going with my mother to another wedding is just not going to cut it. even i’ve got standards.