Dudes, the internet is down at my house because ADELPHIA POWERLINK SUCKS BALLS.
We'll probably be getting Bell South Fast Access DSL soon. I've heard it's problematic for some people, but jeez, it can't be any worse over here. We're out 4 out 7 days. That's bad.
In other news, I can remember every single "Saved By the Bell" episode ever, as I learned yesterday when I was sitting in the on-campus internet caf. "Saved by the Bell" was on the TV. I caught two episodes, waiting around and checking my email, and within minutes I knew that the first episode was the one where Slater's dad comes to town, and he wants Slater to join a really prestigious military school, but Slater obviously wants to stay, so Zack volunteers to pretend to be Slater when the admissions guy comes for an interview. Push-ups were involved. The second episode opened with Max doing shitty magic. My god, that man got my goat. I hated him. Anyway, it was the dance contest episode. And I was excited, because Slater danced like a dork. Ostensibly, he was supposed to be a really good dancer, and everyone was cheering, but I can't take anyone who does the running man seriously, you know?
I didn't get to stick around for the end of the second episode, but I do remember that Lisa Turtle wound up teaming with Screech, but Lisa broke her ankle or something, and Lisa had a big dance move that was a hit called "The Turtle," and everyone just hopped around on one leg, and it was a BIG SUCCESS.
Wow. I feel sort of pathetic.
Look at this icon pensquare made for me. Yay pensquare! You can look here.
I need to figure out how to make it transparent. Help me out, people. I'm stupid.
I will resume commenting in journals when I'm done with this class and when I get some fucking internet service at home.
POSTSCRIPT: My internet is back! Yay! Adelphia still sucks.
Oh, I just downloaded the Google toolbar. My journal ranks a 3. SG ranks a 6. I was almost positive my journal wouldn't even rank, but dudes, whoever voted for me at all? Thank you. There's an interesting and entertaining entry written here about the efficacy of Google's ranking system -- the author ranked a 5, by the way. I think it's funny that Google is the only site with a 10.
I had a group presentation in class today about a bogus study that involves only 19 parent-adolescent pairs, which is obviously bullshit to anyone who knows anything about statistics. And what I know about statistics can fill a thimble, but that should change since I have to take PSY 204 next semester or I will apparently not get into grad school. I don't plan on being a psychologist, though, so I don't feel as pressured. I plan on being a clinical social worker, which is exactly like being a psychologist, except you get a government salary. I'll obviously have to supplement my income with... something else. I don't know. Maybe the economy will be a little more robust by the time I get out of grad school. Did I just describe something as "robust"? Okay, I'm officially a dorkus malorkus. Well, I was before. But not I'm absolutely, definitely a dorkus. Anyway. Presentation. Yes, on "Intergenerational Concepts of Adolescent Sexuality: Implications for Community-Based Reproductive Health Care with Haitian Immigrants." There was a skit. A Tony Randall joke was involved. There were laughs. At the end of the presentation, our instructor said, "Good job!" I think I have an A in the course. Or a B+. I'm going to go write about how sucky Virgil is now, and then I will be done with the course tomorrow.
Ooh. I'm going to DWR Thursday evening for cocktails and hor'dourves. I plan on wearing my Diane von Furstenberg dress, Salvatore Ferragamo heels, and those seamed stockings I got for $5 at Miami Twice. And maybe that little veiled hat I got for $20 also at Miami Twice. I want to look glam and ritzy, like I have money, so I'm wearing pretty much the only items of clothing I have that actually cost money. They don't have to know that they were on sale. After I eat a few canaps and see if they will give me Pimm's or champagne without ID'ing me, I intend to sit on the Mies van der Rohe Pavilion chair and never move. EVER. The chair? It will be mine. Mwa ha ha.
Sammy update: Sammy has had a pretty good day today. He only really has coughing fits when I pick him up, and I won't pick him up, but... IT WAS RAINING! And he was just sitting there. I don't know. Is he there 100%? I think he's doing okay otherwise. A couple of nights ago I was saying to Sammy, "All you want to do is go out the garage door in the morning now that we let you, and you don't cuddle with me in the morning. I miss waking up to my fuzzy bunny cat." The very next day, I woke up, and there was a little ball of orange fur next to me. Aww. And he's been doing that pretty much every morning. Sweet, huh? It makes me wonder exactly how much they understand.
We'll probably be getting Bell South Fast Access DSL soon. I've heard it's problematic for some people, but jeez, it can't be any worse over here. We're out 4 out 7 days. That's bad.
In other news, I can remember every single "Saved By the Bell" episode ever, as I learned yesterday when I was sitting in the on-campus internet caf. "Saved by the Bell" was on the TV. I caught two episodes, waiting around and checking my email, and within minutes I knew that the first episode was the one where Slater's dad comes to town, and he wants Slater to join a really prestigious military school, but Slater obviously wants to stay, so Zack volunteers to pretend to be Slater when the admissions guy comes for an interview. Push-ups were involved. The second episode opened with Max doing shitty magic. My god, that man got my goat. I hated him. Anyway, it was the dance contest episode. And I was excited, because Slater danced like a dork. Ostensibly, he was supposed to be a really good dancer, and everyone was cheering, but I can't take anyone who does the running man seriously, you know?
I didn't get to stick around for the end of the second episode, but I do remember that Lisa Turtle wound up teaming with Screech, but Lisa broke her ankle or something, and Lisa had a big dance move that was a hit called "The Turtle," and everyone just hopped around on one leg, and it was a BIG SUCCESS.
Wow. I feel sort of pathetic.
Look at this icon pensquare made for me. Yay pensquare! You can look here.
I need to figure out how to make it transparent. Help me out, people. I'm stupid.
I will resume commenting in journals when I'm done with this class and when I get some fucking internet service at home.
POSTSCRIPT: My internet is back! Yay! Adelphia still sucks.
Oh, I just downloaded the Google toolbar. My journal ranks a 3. SG ranks a 6. I was almost positive my journal wouldn't even rank, but dudes, whoever voted for me at all? Thank you. There's an interesting and entertaining entry written here about the efficacy of Google's ranking system -- the author ranked a 5, by the way. I think it's funny that Google is the only site with a 10.
I had a group presentation in class today about a bogus study that involves only 19 parent-adolescent pairs, which is obviously bullshit to anyone who knows anything about statistics. And what I know about statistics can fill a thimble, but that should change since I have to take PSY 204 next semester or I will apparently not get into grad school. I don't plan on being a psychologist, though, so I don't feel as pressured. I plan on being a clinical social worker, which is exactly like being a psychologist, except you get a government salary. I'll obviously have to supplement my income with... something else. I don't know. Maybe the economy will be a little more robust by the time I get out of grad school. Did I just describe something as "robust"? Okay, I'm officially a dorkus malorkus. Well, I was before. But not I'm absolutely, definitely a dorkus. Anyway. Presentation. Yes, on "Intergenerational Concepts of Adolescent Sexuality: Implications for Community-Based Reproductive Health Care with Haitian Immigrants." There was a skit. A Tony Randall joke was involved. There were laughs. At the end of the presentation, our instructor said, "Good job!" I think I have an A in the course. Or a B+. I'm going to go write about how sucky Virgil is now, and then I will be done with the course tomorrow.
Ooh. I'm going to DWR Thursday evening for cocktails and hor'dourves. I plan on wearing my Diane von Furstenberg dress, Salvatore Ferragamo heels, and those seamed stockings I got for $5 at Miami Twice. And maybe that little veiled hat I got for $20 also at Miami Twice. I want to look glam and ritzy, like I have money, so I'm wearing pretty much the only items of clothing I have that actually cost money. They don't have to know that they were on sale. After I eat a few canaps and see if they will give me Pimm's or champagne without ID'ing me, I intend to sit on the Mies van der Rohe Pavilion chair and never move. EVER. The chair? It will be mine. Mwa ha ha.
Sammy update: Sammy has had a pretty good day today. He only really has coughing fits when I pick him up, and I won't pick him up, but... IT WAS RAINING! And he was just sitting there. I don't know. Is he there 100%? I think he's doing okay otherwise. A couple of nights ago I was saying to Sammy, "All you want to do is go out the garage door in the morning now that we let you, and you don't cuddle with me in the morning. I miss waking up to my fuzzy bunny cat." The very next day, I woke up, and there was a little ball of orange fur next to me. Aww. And he's been doing that pretty much every morning. Sweet, huh? It makes me wonder exactly how much they understand.
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ok note to self
stay clear of mangroves.
umm.. who is Tasha??
YOU HAVE JUST BEEN HIT WITH A DRUNKIN JORNAL BOMB
(If this had been a warning, you may have had a chance to escape)
BUT THIS IS THE REAL EFF'N DEAL!O!!!
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