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Tuesday, September 28, 2004
Sunday, September 26, 2004
Sweet sweet vindication
The second annual Catholics vs Episcopals Kickball Tourney was yesterday. Newman club totally kicked some heretic butt! 21-18 in one extra inning. Our championship dynasty continues...
The cheers are still the best part. 2-4-6-8 time to Transubstantiate!
The day I come up with a good rhyme for infallible, I can die happy.
The cheers are still the best part. 2-4-6-8 time to Transubstantiate!
The day I come up with a good rhyme for infallible, I can die happy.
Wednesday, September 22, 2004
Tuesday, September 21, 2004
A good use of my time
So this evening I saw a presentation on "Penis Obsession and the Modern Construction of Masculinity."
That's such a great opening line, I can't even follow it.
Unfortunately, the most useful portion of the presentation was the joke the speaker opened with. It's an old one, but I still like it. Yes, I'll share it with you.
So there's this guy with a 25-inch penis. Obviously, it's causing him a few problems. One day, he finally has enough and goes to the doctor to see what can be done by way of reductive surgery, etc. The doctor tells him, "There's nothing I can do for you without causing all sorts of permanent damage... however, I know of a holistic healer who may be able to help you." So Mr. 25-inches goes to the healer and asks for help. The healer tells him, "This is beyond the scope of my abilities, but I know someone who can help. Out in the woods, in the middle of a big lake, on top of a big rock, is a magic frog. Go to the frog, and ask the following question: 'Is my penis too large?' He'll tell you no, and you'll shrink five inches." Mr. 25 thinks this is totally wacko, but he realizes he has no other options, so out he goes into the woods to find the magic frog. He finally finds the lake with the big rock, complete with frog, who happens to be asleep. Mr. 25 waits a bit, but realizes the frog is out cold, so he loudly shouts, "Hey, frog! Is my penis too big?" The frog opens one eye and croaks "No." Immediately, Mr. 25 is down to Mr. 20. He thinks to himself, Hey, this is awesome! If I do it again I'll finally be able to buy normal pants and compete in sporting events! So he shouts again, "Frog! Is my penis too big?" The frog grumpily replies "No." Immediately, five more inches dissapear. The guy thinks this is awesome, and he realizes that once more will put him almost in a normal range, so he hollers, "Yo, Frog! Is my penis too big?" Frog pretends not to hear him. He calls again, and the frog rolls over and puts a flipper over his ear. He yells some more, and finally the frog sits up and shouts, "I already told you. No! NO! NO!"
That's such a great opening line, I can't even follow it.
Unfortunately, the most useful portion of the presentation was the joke the speaker opened with. It's an old one, but I still like it. Yes, I'll share it with you.
So there's this guy with a 25-inch penis. Obviously, it's causing him a few problems. One day, he finally has enough and goes to the doctor to see what can be done by way of reductive surgery, etc. The doctor tells him, "There's nothing I can do for you without causing all sorts of permanent damage... however, I know of a holistic healer who may be able to help you." So Mr. 25-inches goes to the healer and asks for help. The healer tells him, "This is beyond the scope of my abilities, but I know someone who can help. Out in the woods, in the middle of a big lake, on top of a big rock, is a magic frog. Go to the frog, and ask the following question: 'Is my penis too large?' He'll tell you no, and you'll shrink five inches." Mr. 25 thinks this is totally wacko, but he realizes he has no other options, so out he goes into the woods to find the magic frog. He finally finds the lake with the big rock, complete with frog, who happens to be asleep. Mr. 25 waits a bit, but realizes the frog is out cold, so he loudly shouts, "Hey, frog! Is my penis too big?" The frog opens one eye and croaks "No." Immediately, Mr. 25 is down to Mr. 20. He thinks to himself, Hey, this is awesome! If I do it again I'll finally be able to buy normal pants and compete in sporting events! So he shouts again, "Frog! Is my penis too big?" The frog grumpily replies "No." Immediately, five more inches dissapear. The guy thinks this is awesome, and he realizes that once more will put him almost in a normal range, so he hollers, "Yo, Frog! Is my penis too big?" Frog pretends not to hear him. He calls again, and the frog rolls over and puts a flipper over his ear. He yells some more, and finally the frog sits up and shouts, "I already told you. No! NO! NO!"
Sunday, September 19, 2004
Sweet procrastination
I know that at some point, probably in the very near future, I'll regret the fact that I spent essentially all day yesterday napping, messing with my computer, and occasionally being vaguely social. The day grad school apps (or my Fulbright) are due... after I figure out where I'm applying, of course. The day I take the GRE... which I haven't even signed up for yet. The day my comps or honors or summer science write-ups are finally pried from my cold, shriveled, sleep-deprived fingers.
But those days aren't today. Today, I feel well rested. Today, I have an immediate to-do list that is relatively short. Today, I'm not thinking long-term.
It may be my last opportunity to exist in this state, and I'm darn well going to ENJOY it.
I may even dress up like a pirate. Yarr!
But those days aren't today. Today, I feel well rested. Today, I have an immediate to-do list that is relatively short. Today, I'm not thinking long-term.
It may be my last opportunity to exist in this state, and I'm darn well going to ENJOY it.
I may even dress up like a pirate. Yarr!
Monday, September 13, 2004
I'm so tired
I'm freshly returned from a weekend of horseback riding, canoe paddling, semi-inadvertant hiking, and counseling children and teens about DEATH. I have heard stories from kids many years younger than I who have had harder lives than I can imagine. It was emotionally and physically exhausting, but I'm also infinitely glad I had the opportunity to participate. I'm too tired to write anything else right now.
Friday, September 10, 2004
at least I'm happy
Objective evidence that I'm a total wierdo:
Every time I've visited the bathroom today, I've been inordinately excited about the fact that I'm wearing new underwear.
They have ruffles. Blue ones.
Every time I've visited the bathroom today, I've been inordinately excited about the fact that I'm wearing new underwear.
They have ruffles. Blue ones.
Wednesday, September 08, 2004
Dork alert: this is your final warning
I love my major.
For one thing, it allows me to feel superior to all those psych students out there who have to study Freud and Jung and whose coolest research tool is an overrated opinion poll... sorry, I meant self-reported survey. Don't even get me started about Sociology. "Social science," my left nostril.
But where else can you ask your advisor to mix up a batch of amphetamine for you, because you're running out and it's going to be a busy weekend?
I LOVE my major.
For one thing, it allows me to feel superior to all those psych students out there who have to study Freud and Jung and whose coolest research tool is an overrated opinion poll... sorry, I meant self-reported survey. Don't even get me started about Sociology. "Social science," my left nostril.
But where else can you ask your advisor to mix up a batch of amphetamine for you, because you're running out and it's going to be a busy weekend?
I LOVE my major.
Tuesday, September 07, 2004
Monday, September 06, 2004
I've got to admit it's getting better
My glasses broke yesterday... just snapped right in the middle of the bridge. Also right in the middle of church, about five minutes before I was supposed to do a reading and the rest of the song announcements. (But after I misread the numbers for the processional song and caused much congregational consternation.) I don't remember any recent negative-karma-inducing acts, unless I'm torturning innocents in my sleep. Maybe I'm making up for seven years of good luck... or taking care of the next seven?
I keep reminding myself that if these are the worst of my problems I'm really doing quite alright. Unfortunately, this tactic also encourages me to imagine dire worst case scenarios of falling several thousand feet without a parachute... or the act of abruptly (and messily) ceasing to fall, as one is wont to do. I can't really figure out how these ruminations are supposed to help me, but I find solace in the idea that they should.
Once school settles down to the usual groove and grind I'll be fine, and now that all of my music groups are starting up again I know the fabulously reassuring feeling of routine isn't far behind. OCD tendencies sure help me to get my work done, but they're also obnoxiously detrimental during periods of change and transition. I'm pretty sure I could happily sacrifice a small portion of my "work ethic" in order to avoid becoming a complete and total wreck whenever my life is slightly out of whack.
Enough for now.
I keep reminding myself that if these are the worst of my problems I'm really doing quite alright. Unfortunately, this tactic also encourages me to imagine dire worst case scenarios of falling several thousand feet without a parachute... or the act of abruptly (and messily) ceasing to fall, as one is wont to do. I can't really figure out how these ruminations are supposed to help me, but I find solace in the idea that they should.
Once school settles down to the usual groove and grind I'll be fine, and now that all of my music groups are starting up again I know the fabulously reassuring feeling of routine isn't far behind. OCD tendencies sure help me to get my work done, but they're also obnoxiously detrimental during periods of change and transition. I'm pretty sure I could happily sacrifice a small portion of my "work ethic" in order to avoid becoming a complete and total wreck whenever my life is slightly out of whack.
Enough for now.
Friday, September 03, 2004
I'm a loser
misplacing a psychopharmacology textbook after the first day of class: $65
realizing my mp3 player is not where I thought I packed it and not anywhere else: $250
both in the same day: priceless
Say a prayer to St. Anthony for me, okay? (For the non-Catholic out there, he's patron saint of missing stuff. It works. No, really.)
realizing my mp3 player is not where I thought I packed it and not anywhere else: $250
both in the same day: priceless
Say a prayer to St. Anthony for me, okay? (For the non-Catholic out there, he's patron saint of missing stuff. It works. No, really.)
Wednesday, September 01, 2004
so much for my isley brothers tape
Three pairs of eight... not too bad. Hopefully more tomorrow. Yay rats!
Let's get it on...
Today is a big day. First of all, I decided the crutches were more trouble than they were worth and left them at home. Excitingly, it worked! I'll probably be in the brace for a few more days, but at least now I no longer run an increased risk of tripping other people... crutches are sort of viral like that.
I also spent my first morning back in the lab, which was great. Hopefully by tomorrow at least a couple of the pairs will have done what rats do and I'll have more pups on the way! If not, there's always the Barry White tape...
My German professor is a total hoot. Apparently she ordered the wrong edition of our workbook and main textbook, so all of us are a page off and have slightly different exercises than she does. Even when they're the same, she makes fun of all the examples (" Oh, blöd! Scheiße!") and skips around through the topics like an ADD gerbil. This is my impression after two class meetings. I like her.
I should get back to rearranging my room. I got all of the furniture to fit at last, but I've been working on getting my stuff out of piles and onto shelves, in drawers, on walls, etc. It's a tall order with all the stuff I've got! Necessary, though, to stave off having to do laundry for at least a few more days. I've also been very good about throwing stuff out... even though I really wanted to keep the monster stack of every single journal article I've referenced in a psych or neuro paper for the past three years. I still have the references since I kept the final papers, though, so I figured I'd save some trees and recycle all of it. Everyone who reads this should be very proud of me. I still can't quite come to terms with weeding out the clothes, though I threw away two pairs of horribly broken shoes. If it still fits me, I'm keeping it. It's mine. I guess I should work on that, too...
I also spent my first morning back in the lab, which was great. Hopefully by tomorrow at least a couple of the pairs will have done what rats do and I'll have more pups on the way! If not, there's always the Barry White tape...
My German professor is a total hoot. Apparently she ordered the wrong edition of our workbook and main textbook, so all of us are a page off and have slightly different exercises than she does. Even when they're the same, she makes fun of all the examples (" Oh, blöd! Scheiße!") and skips around through the topics like an ADD gerbil. This is my impression after two class meetings. I like her.
I should get back to rearranging my room. I got all of the furniture to fit at last, but I've been working on getting my stuff out of piles and onto shelves, in drawers, on walls, etc. It's a tall order with all the stuff I've got! Necessary, though, to stave off having to do laundry for at least a few more days. I've also been very good about throwing stuff out... even though I really wanted to keep the monster stack of every single journal article I've referenced in a psych or neuro paper for the past three years. I still have the references since I kept the final papers, though, so I figured I'd save some trees and recycle all of it. Everyone who reads this should be very proud of me. I still can't quite come to terms with weeding out the clothes, though I threw away two pairs of horribly broken shoes. If it still fits me, I'm keeping it. It's mine. I guess I should work on that, too...
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