I don't want to go to my exams today, I would much rather sleep, because it seems that I am now able to do so. I don't know if this is because I am starting to feel sick or if it is because my body hates me and is giving up, deciding rather to take this loop off.

But since this is the most retarded way to ask someone out I decided to share this with you. Obviously my answer is NO.

Hack Benjamin 92: Rachel, it is Dave, do you want to go out some time. My girlfriend has left me,,,,,so I am asking you out straight forward, instead of that not I left you that one time....lol. It has been a few years, so I knoe things have changed from us being friends. But I want to re-kindle the friends thing and, if you want, see where things go from there. I kinda am figuring you telling me off, but I thought I should try to find something more in a friendship I once had.

Auto response from Faygo Psyco: ~The trick is to be specific. To make the wish perfect. That way, everyone is going to benefit. It's going to be a safer world, a happier world. There's going to be food for everyone, freedom for everyone, the end of the tyranny of the powerful over the weak. Am I leaving anything out?"
-"It sounds wonderful."
~ "Then what's the problem?"
- "Maybe it's the whole point of our lives here, Mulder — to achieve that. Maybe it's a process that one man shouldn't try and circumvent with a single wish.

Hack Benjamin 92: But let me know if you are interested, I know times have changed, this is only a date. A want to be something more than friends date, but we will see. I know you are super busy and we havent talked in a while, but I think, at worst, might be good for us to get back to good friends. Well, seeing you are signed off, just email me at ah****@wayne.edu, or call me, and I think u have the #, but anyways, it is 313-xxx-xxx. Hope to hear from you, but if I dont, that is cool. I can still chat with you online l
Hack Benjamin 92 is idle at 1:01:32 AM.

yeah, so WHAT THE FUCK?

What the fuck is up with my live journal. First all the little aliens were having an orgy at the top of the screen, now there has been a schism and there are now TWO parties. Every alien from the page is in either one of these locations. That is kind of fucked up.



Well I'm off to sleep right after this hockey game is over, which is pretty fucking fresh, and entertaining. It was 1-3 Oilers, and now it is 3-3. Now they are investigating the net of the Oiler's goaltender, which is off the moarings but is still on the moarings, which is slightly illegal. I still don't see how that goal didn't count, Williams was jipped.

SLEEP, hopefully no one will wake me up so I can actually get some freakin' sleep. later y'all.

It is that time of year again, when the birds are having sex at all hours of the day, with extra pair copulations (lucky bastards), the sun is out and we silly humans are locked up in doors "learning" or rather proving to our teachers that we are capable of learning. Some passed out in the hallways because of excessive alcohol consumption, mmmm...alcohol, while other less experienced *cough*freshmen*cough* are passed out in a pool of their own vomit in the bathroom of some strange person they don't even know. Ah the signs of spring.

I hate spring.

Any who. I'm off to write a stupid paper for Anthropology that is due at 4pm and studying for Biology which is at 8am. But I'm two steps closer to graduation after that so YAY!

I also wish that there really were advertisments in our dreams, that would be really fucking fresh.

Humans suck. Fucking assholes.
One of these days you will be at the mercy of my people.
CLANK FUCKITY CLANK MOTHERFUCKER!

I may not have emotions but I do have the ability to buy upgrades for supersonic hearing, x-ray vision, and (currently on lay away) death ray eyes! FUCK YOU!

I arrive victorious!

So...ever since Christine woke me up this morning I have pretty much been unable to sleep, aside from two more hours of sleep that I got while she was in class, because mine got out early. But my plan was to rollerblade around campus until I got tired and then work my way back so that I would tire myself out and not be able to do anything other than sleep. And...it worked.
However, not everything went according to plan. First I was stumbling around the parking lot trying to get my bearings because I haven't been rollerblading in like years! So...I finally get the right skate to tighten enough and I'm on my way. But then I realize that the stopper on my skates is on the back, and I've never had one of those before so I was skating pretty close to the curb so I could jump into the grass if I got to scared. And I did. A lot. Then I finally got the hang of that, but THEN my stopper got caught on one of the uneven sections of the pavement, which is very prominent on campus. I thought I was going to face plant right there. But I didn't. Instead I jumped into the grass and decided that I should refrain from going fast. Even though that is half the fun. Next I decide to go over to the "other" side of campus, to see if everything on that side of campus is dead like this side is, and maybe throw rocks at windows. But I got tired before I got there. I got to the other side of Little Mac and decided to come back. But by the time I got to BBT (the Big Blue Thing) I got a cramp in my foot. I wanted to stop and take off my skates and walk the rest of the way, but that would have made my feet cold. That would suck. So I decided against it. I kept my skates on and coasted home, but then my foot really started to hurt and I could feel my toe, not moving in my skate as I moved, and that was weird. Just weird. I encountered some more uneven pavement, and almost face planted again. But my superior balance kept me up and I made it to the door, took of my skates and limped back up to the dorm. My shins hurt. I'm going to bed.....sleep...hopefully Christine won't call my phone again and wake me up. That would suck. Totally.

And something to think about: "Next on unsolved case files; Jem, was she truly outrageous, truly, truly, truly truly truly outrageous?"
Well....was she?

I took the "The Animal Spirit" quiz on gURL.com
		My animal spirit is... The Mongoose The mongoose is the only animal that would risk life and limb for a loved one. The mongoose also uses its speed to escape danger when it finds itself in a tight spot. According to shamanistic wisdom, mongoose people value relationships over everything and are the most loyal of friends. Read more... What is your animal spirit?

Capstone had officially kicked my ass. I swear to god there is going to be a bruise tomorrow from it, and it isn't just my pride, this is physical pain!

Now on to my fucking ANT 310 presentation, I hate presentations, especially ones that are FORMAL....fuck.

I am currently physically incapable of sleep, believe me I tried to get at least SOME sleep but the excessive amount of caffeine in my system would rather I type at excessive speeds. I have finished 27 pages of crap in the past 3.5 hours. A new record. But I am never going to do this again. Lesson learned. I looked in the mirror a couple of minutes ago when I brushed my teeth, and my eyes have seen better days, but at least they don't hurt yet, that is something to be thankful for, they just look like I have the most severe case of pink eye known to mankind. I only hope that it is contagious to professors! Damn them and their papers!

It is cold outside.
I'm done with all of my papers, including printing them out.
It is 6:59am.
I hope I can sleep tomorrow.
I saw Chuck Norris Karate crap...dude...it is crap! Worst Acting Ever! Plus sweaty Chuck introduces the cartoon, and the title had something to do with a Zombie Island...WTF?

I have this sinking feeling that I A)Won't be able to complete my papers and presentation that are due tomorrow or B)Will have an aversion to the songs I will be listening to while I am working on them, like I will forever associate them with this stupid finals week. I just can't have that. It sucks donkey balls. I feel like a failure. I suck at life. I need to do homework...why is there homework anyway? If the teacher can't teach me what I need to know in the classroom then they aren't doing their job! Especially since they used to be able to teach all of this crap in high school before they got lazy and allowed 1/3 of public school students to drop out and never obtain a GED....bastards.


I found my "Transnational Villagers" book, I don't suck at life as much as I thought I did!

As per the Hippie's request, a list of quirks and so forth...whatevers.

1. I have the weirdest habbits when eating candy. Not all candy, just specific ones. Like Butterfingers and Three Muskateers, for example. When I am not in public I eat them very strangely (I don't eat them this way in public because it tends to gross others out, and I don't know why). I eat all of the chocolate that is surrounding the tasty filling, and then eat that filling last. Aparently that is gross. WATEVER, so is your FACE!

2. I can almost, for certain, say that I hate reading. I mean, I love to learn or whatever, because "Knowledge is power" and all that jazz, but I cannot bring myself to read for a class. I sit down at the beginning of a semester and tell myself that this semseter will be different. But it isn't. ever. different. It is all the same. I can read a book that is for fun in, like, no time at all, but if it is for school, I'll skim it at best. The book I finished the most of this semester was my Celebration USA book for SOC 420 and I finished five chapters....two weeks after we were supposed to have already read it for a quiz.

3. I am a anthropologist that is culturally intollerant. Yeah, you heard it right, and aparently I am the only one at this fucking school that can admit to it. I find other cultures to be funny...and aparently so do others...as I was telling my "stoner" friends tonight on our noble quest to locate, acquire, and devour cheesy-tots from The King. I told a story about my quest for apple pie from a McDonalds in London, I was shot down. It was breakfast time, and I was really fucking hungry and didn't have a lot of money, and I was a teenager so my eating habbits sucked...as much as they do now. SO I ordered two hashbrowns, one apple pie and a chocolate milkshake. I was told "no". I freaked out at the server, who got the manager, and I started freaking out at her. The conversation is as follows:
"WTF do you mean I can't order apple pie and milkshakes for breakfast?"
"Those aren't breakfast foods!"
"Um...yes"
"No, those aren't breakfast foods, the breakfast menu is over there, they aren't on the menu, I can't serve them to you."
"Can't or won't?"
"I can't serve them to you"
"Look, I'm an American and we invented this chain as well as this whole Fast food phenom, so just trust me when I tell you that both the apple pie, which is American, and the milkshake are, in fact, breakfast foods."
"I can't serve them to you. They aren't on the menu."
"How hard is it to put an apple pie from the fridge, which I know they are there, and put it into the microwave for me? Or to turn on that machine, breakfast is almost over, and I don't want to have to wait 30 minutes for an apple pie, it is a breakfast food, I get them all the time at home!"
"I can't serve them to you."
"akvhkajwlsjacvklajbiof;jalkjdi;ajvv, you are impossibly ugly! I'm going to go get some candy and a pop and have that for breakfast instead! Apple pie IS a breakfast food!"

4. I know lots of famous people. I aspire to be rich instead of famous. Money money money money....MONEY! I also want to get a PhD/MD so that I can force people to call me Dr. when they insult me. that way I can be like "That is "Doctor Asshole" to you, dipshit".

5. I hate Techno. But I do like:
Aqua, The Chemical Brothers, Eiffel 65, t.A.t.U and more that are classified as Techno by others, but which I refuse to call techno, because there is something special about these artists and songs that seperate them from the crap that some asshole would listen to in a club sucking on a pacifier and waving glow sticks around while contemplating the meaning of life or "meditating"...how the fuck can you meditate when you are surrounded by hundreds of other people who smell like they haven't showered in a week or more and are bobing to the music that is playing in their head, because the music in the room is cranked so loudly that they can only hear a slight buzz or hissing sound in their ears, so they fill in the rest with stupid "humms" or "tiss" noises as they convulse in a manner that reminds you of that one time you watched someone having an adverse reaction to drugs on those TV doctor dramas.

6. I have been told by EVERYONE I know that I have a "very distinct and unique writing style" including my mother, who has a very similar writing style from my own, as I am very much like her (we are like Rory and Loreli, only I'm Rory before she turned into a stupid slut). I have no idea if this is bad or good. It just is. I just don't understand how I can be so unique in my writing style, but aparently I am. I also love the comma,,,,,,,,,, it is sexy,,,,,,,,just look at it,,,,,,. And when you add it to things like the period, you get its most sexy offspring the semicolon; it can accomplish almost anything. I always hated those stupid rules when you learned how to read, where a comma was a pause and you could only write something that could be read aloud in the time it would take for a person to complete one breath. If someone were to die of lack of oxygen to the brain because you made a run-on, you failed English. So I became a huge fan of the semicolon and the comma. And they love me back.


um, yeah, so ARE YOU HAPPY NOW....Now you know, and knowing is half the battle.

And a bonus:
#7. For those of you that check their livejournal obsessively and actually check to see that things have changed..yada yada yada, I have another thing to share. This is kind of embarassing, but not...all at the same time. I never used to READ books, I would kinda just hold them, read a few lines on a page then turn the page and skim another few words/lines. I always wanted to be that kid that was faster than everyone else, which is funny because I was competing against people that actually read the books and got lower grades on tests/book reports that were based on them. The first book I read from front to back was actually "The Witch of Blackbird Pond" because someone told the teacher that I didn't read it, that I was just staring at the page (which was true, because I would turn the page, stare at it and space out, until it was time to turn the page and move on). I read this book because the teacher wanted to settle it, as this was a reading assignment, so she told the class she would make the test harder, so I read it, and I got a higher grade than that supid tattle tale asshole. But yeah, then I read tons of books, just not for school, I hate school books. They suck. I was always in the library, trying to read as much as possible. I was in the fourth grade. I learned that I loved to read, just not with other people around, because believe it or not, admit it or not, they always judge you and your intelligence based on how fast you read and with how much comprehension. And that fucking sucks, which is why I didn't read until the fourth grade!

You scored as Severus Snape. Well you're a tricky one aren't you? Nobody quite has you figured out and you'd probably prefer it stayed that way. That said you are a formidable force by anyone's reckoning, but there is certainly more to you than a frosty exterior and a bitter temper. </td> Severus Snape 95% Lord Voldemort 90% Draco Malfoy 85% Harry Potter 75% Ginny Weasley 75% Albus Dumbledore 70% Sirius Black 70% Remus Lupin 65% Hermione Granger 55% Ron Weasley 55% Your Harry Potter Alter Ego Is...? created with QuizFarm.com

Yeah, so it is pretty much official. No, not that I (A) don't have a life or (B) can't sleep, though they both ARE in fact true, that is not what I am talking about. Instead what I am referring to is the fact that there will be a sexy party this weekend. YAY! What makes it "sexy" you may ask? No, it isn't that there will be enough alcohol present to make even this idiot, look sexy....though once again this may be true....I can't deny that. However, I am refering to the fact that I will be there, because you can't party without me.

Now that we have that all taken care of, what do those of you that are staying behind this glorious Easter want to watch this weekend? Pick just about anything and I'll probably have it, or just pick something that I have and you want to see. So yeah....all orders must be placed by 6pm friday. Thank you for your attention.

To be quite honest I'm disappointed in my results

You Are 84% Evil

You're the most evil person you know. The devil is even a little scared of you!

I should have studied harder....a B!!??!!

Well I'm off to write a paper, but I'd just thought that I'd share that I got a 90% on a quiz just now, on the crap I was SUPPOSED to read for SOC, but DIDN'T...yeah, WTF when I actually read it I get in the 70s or 80s...FUCK!

I was on such a roll and just now missed a day of posting, or two, rather three by the time this will be posed online. This weekend was weird....I actually got some work done and yet have accomplished nothing, gotten less sleep than usual and watched even less of my awesome tv shows than I wanted to. I managed to fix my iPod enough so that it works, unfortunately it still hates me. I think Christine got close to it, technology hates her, probably because she spent so much time with Buck last year, and technology can smell fear. I have to go back to typing my papers until my wrists break off, then I must duct tape them back on and type, type, some more.

Stargate Atlantis sucks, Rodney is an ASSHOLE!

So I swear to god, lower case "g", that I was doing my homework, working on the paper for my SS 381 class (the one on Dead Like Me), when I came across the irony of ironies. Yeardley Smith, the actress who plays Penny, the woman that died when the Titanic hit some hunk of ice. Her father was Joseph Yeardley "Joe" Smith who was the Washington Post's first official obituary editor. That is pretty fucking fresh if you ask me.

I also figured out why I hate Jonas Quinn, he IS Rodney...they are the same fucking person! One is an alien, the other is a nerd, meant in the worst way possible.

Why start now? Damnit I was tired like hours ago, then I just wasn't tired any more...FUCK WHY CAN'T I SLEEP? I miss my pillow and I'm sure it misses me, my eyelids are beginning to have some serious issues with me, I think they are protesting. As they are getting puffy and purple, which is never a good sign, plus they hurt, and I miss the back of my eyelids, we seriously don't spend enough time together.

The library on this fucking campus closes, otherwise I would be there, in the stacks, reading books, away from people, because, guess what, people suck! I really like commas,,,,,,they are fun and cool looking. I mean just look at them,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,they are everywhere! and so sexy cool. You wish you could be that sexy, cool!

Anywho, The initial purpose of this post was to say this. I was listening to my music on my beautiful X-Files Winamp player, because the Lama really whips the lama's ass, and this song came on. And I realized that it was one of the most offensive songs I had ever heard, and yet I laughed. Here are the lyrics, because this is worth sharing.

Three wheels on my wagon,
And I’m still rolling along
The Cherokees are chasing me
Arrows fly, right on by
But I’m singing a happy song

I’m singing a higgity, haggity, hoggety, high
Pioneers, they never say die
A mile up the road there’s a hidden cave
And we can watch those Cherokees
Go galloping by

SPOKEN: “George, they’re catching up to us!”
“Get back in the wagon woman!”

Two wheels on my wagon,
And I’m still rolling along
Them Cherokees are after me
Flaming spears, burn my ears
But I’m singing a happy song

I’m singing a higgity, haggity hoggety, high
Pioneers, they never say die
Half a mile up the road there’s a hidden cave
And we can watch those Cherokees
Go galloping by

SPOKEN: “Duh, Paw? Are you sure this is the right road?”
“Will you hush up? You and your maps!”

One wheel on my wagon,
And I’m still rolling along
Them Cherokees after me
I’m all in flames, at the reins
But I’m singing a happy song

I’m singing a higgity, haggity hoggety, high
Pioneers, they never say die
Right around that turn there’s a hidden cave
And we can watch those Cherokees
Go galloping by

SPOKEN: “George? Should I get the bag of beads and trinkets?”
“Woman, I know what I’m doing!”

No wheels on my wagon,
So I’m not rolling along
The Cherokees captured me
They look mad, things look bad
But I’m singing a happy song

SPOKEN: “C’mon all you Cherokees sing along with me!”

Higgity, haggity hoggety, high
Pioneers, they never say die…

It is from the New Christy Minstrels and is entitled "Three Wheels on My Wagon"

For the third order of business...my fucking iPod is broken, my receipt is at home, and Once AGAIN want Apple to choke on its fucking core. I'll attempt to trade in for another one this weekend, but I'm not sure how that is going to work out.

AND FINALLY. I finished the Da Vinci Code, was highly disappointed in the ending and after having subjected myself to that tripe I am now going to request that Christine read another one of my books. As She read one of mine, then I read one of hers, it is now HER TURN! MAUAHAHAHAHAA.....but seriously you have like not three...but FOUR choices!
Book #1 Book #2 Book #3 or Book #4

The cool thing about this is that if you read one of these you can subject me to ANYTHING that you have already read. Even if you didn't like it, but these books rock your fucking face off, so there!

Well, maybe crisis is too strong of a word, but WHATEVER! I need to pick a segment of "Dead Like Me" to show in class and I have no idea what segment to show, it should probably be from the first season, but if anyone has any suggestions I'm willing to listen. Now I have to go back to getting screen captures and stuffs.

I hate it when other people are right...

You Should Be a Joke Writer

You're totally hilarious, and you can find the humor in any situation. Whether you're spouting off zingers, comebacks, or jokes about life... You usually can keep a crowd laughing, and you have plenty of material. You have the makings of a great comedian - or comedic writer.

The weirdest thing ever today...I was watching the History channel after class and it was a special on vampires and the history of everything associated with them, with special emphasis on Bram Stroker's influences for Dracula...and when it got to the part on Vlad of Walachia you'll never guess what I heard. No guesses? Well it was Danny Elfman music. The Planet of the Apes to be exact, I couldn't tell you the exact track, but if you gave me time I could, I just don't feel like it. I have to go back to watching something more fun than school. Like paint drying.

Find your Celestial Choir

You scored as Geek. </td> Geek 56% Goth 50% Prep/Jock/Cheerleader 44% Loner 44% Ghetto gangsta 44% Drama nerd 44% Punk/Rebel 38% Stoner 0% What's Your High School Stereotype? created with QuizFarm.com