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January 31, 2003
you know how, in bridget
you know how, in bridget jones's diary bridget says something to the effect of: when one thing in your life starts to go well, other things go to shit? [after she starts boffin hugh grant, then finds out her parents are divorcing]...well...i feel that she may, in fact, be the smartest ficitional lady ever.
telling your husbands granddaughter to leave--after she and her sister have gone out of the way to get you--3 or 4 times then saying "i dont want you here" is something that leaves a lasting impression. and also, is horrid. being married to someone does not give you the right to dictate who loves whom more and who has a right to be there more.
Posted by Maggie at 3:51 PM | Comments (0)
January 30, 2003
dont get me wrong. i
dont get me wrong. i love my family. love them very much. i dont think of my aunt and cousins as an aunt and cousins, but an extra mom and two more sisters....we are all very close....and i really like that. i did not relalize till a few years ago how atypical my family dynamic is....and now i find myself trying to explain that in great detail whenever i talk about my family to other people....
that being said....oh for the love of god! seriously. i am not sure if i am capable of dealing with all of this....more so than before, i have found myself saying 'i dont want to talk about it' and i think this is because i know that if i get started, it will bring up a lot of things.....on the one hand, it is good that i know this and am dealing with that...on the other hand, i worry that i will push things aside and let them build up forever....i mean, dont get me wrong, nothing is to the point where i am going to explode but sometimes, i dont know, i just seriusly wonder what is going on, and how did i get here [in a more global sense than just my family...]
ok, nothing else to say without repeating myself or saying something i dont really mean....i love my family very much....sometimes they can be weirdos....
Posted by Maggie at 10:35 AM | Comments (0)
January 29, 2003
hmm....
5
3 + 2
2 + 2
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January 28, 2003
magwin: why do you torment
magwin: why do you torment me as such?
PsychoNeal: Because it is fun.
magwin: it makes me cry
PsychoNeal: That makes me sad.
PsychoNeal: :-(
magwin: THEN STOP BEING MEAN!
PsychoNeal: But this is how I show my affection.
magwin: riiiiight
magwin: actually
magwin: i am unable to be sarcastic
magwin: thats how my family operates 8)
PsychoNeal: interesting
magwin: why do you say taht?
magwin: wel, at least my mom TELLS me we only make fun of htose we care about
magwin: though, that is often right after she makes fun of me....soo....v0v
PsychoNeal: hmm.....I said interesting because my family is--well--actually we are the same sometimes...depends.
magwin: i think it is interesting when you encounter someone who is NOT like that and does NOT get it.....they get confused
magwin: where as i, was jsut being bitchy back, as my own dysfunctional way of showing affection
PsychoNeal: ;-)
magwin: 8)
PsychoNeal: =P
magwin: you are going to make me fail out of school
magwin: then i will never get a job
magwin: and become homeless
PsychoNeal: Go study
magwin: and die poor and alone!
PsychoNeal: I will live with you on the street....actually...I think I could find a shack---you can use the closet.
Posted by Maggie at 11:43 PM | Comments (0)
g'day
nothing says "good morning, welcome to today" like realizing that the huge mass in your cadavers abdomen is not, in fact, her bladder, but a freakishly large rectum which grew to take up the space where her uterus was. poor phyllis, she died a VERY constipated woman....and, over the course of the next week we are goin to end up quartering her. so, at least we wont have to scoop the poo out...we can just pick up the legs and take them to the toilet/sink [as they call it here, at the OR we called it "the hopper"] and rinse it out that way. the pros and cons of that really have not yet allowed me to determine my net feeling.....on the one hand, we dont have to scrape poo out of her abdominal cavity thus, clearly making a mess....however, on the other hand, we are goin to carry up her legs [separately] to a sink to wach out her rectum....
Posted by Maggie at 3:28 PM | Comments (0)
January 27, 2003
nice to know i havent lost it....
steve: you know, your the only person I know who I can minimize the IM, browse one webpage for 30 to 90 seconds, reopen the IM and then have to scroll up in order to catch up
Posted by Maggie at 10:17 PM | Comments (0)
riiiight
id like to go ahead and reaffirm my stance on the interestinger and interestinger issue....
Posted by Maggie at 7:38 PM | Comments (0)
--which is better chocolate or
--which is better chocolate or vanilla?
-For what? Ice cream? Frosting? Milk shakes? Sex?
--All five
-Oh.Then. Vaocolate.
--I guess Sarah and I are not alone in the universe then. Can there be like a tri-orbital thing? Cause both Sarah and I think it revolves around us, but since you seem to fit so well in the absence of a mold you can share in our glory free of charge.
Posted by Maggie at 3:00 PM | Comments (0)
January 26, 2003
glucocorticosteroids and you
so, cortisol is required as a slow acting insulin antagonist. what does this mean, you ask? this means that with low cortisol you are unable to STOP storing nutrients--glucose, fats, etc. this means that it is not possible to not store all the food you eat. this means that one with low cortisol is pre-disposed to gaining weight/not losing weight due to the fact that they are less able to counter the effects of insulin--which functions to take what you eat and store it for a later time...kind of like when you eat spinach, and it gets stuck in your teeth, and you joke that you are 'saving that for later' that is like insulin! and cortisol is like your tongue, which will suck at the spinach till it is removed....without the tongue, the spinach doesnt leave!!
Posted by Maggie at 9:38 PM | Comments (0)
me:you clEARly have not seen
me:you clEARly have not seen me fall down
JR:i can rent a shitty movie and watch people fall down anyday
me:umhmm
me:again, you havent seen me fall
me:ask kristi
JR:okay
me:i fall in interesting way
me:or ways
JR:hmmm...i think i might like to see this.
me:based on waht?
JR:your description of it
me:oh
me:i should tell some stories about my days in 'nam
JR:hahahhaha.
me:[some of my falls are like war wounds..i guess?]
JR:ummm...yeah...like that time you lost your leg because you fell on a landmine...that was hillarious
me:i get that a lot
JR:hahaha
me:no
me:i fall in one of two weays
me:very very slowly
me:OR with no transition state, aka, im up, then im down, and no one--myself included--knows what just happened
JR:hahhahahha. okay you fall in good ways
me:SEE SEE
me:i told you
JR:next time i'm in town you should totally fall down
me:well
me:it has to be unscripted
me:at christmas....
me:ok, so, one of my grnadpas is in a wheel chair now
me:and my dad went up to columbus to get him for xmas
JR:okay
me:so they come back
JR:good...as you hoped they would
me:dad had driven the explorer cause grandpa is old and has bad joints in addition to other illnesses
me:so, the passenger front door is open
me:and i go to move the wheel chair back
JR:uh oh
me:cause it is in the way of my mom who is at the pass. side back door trying to get my grandpas wife out of hte car
me:however, the brake was on
me:so, there is no footage --like with jfk-- but what i have been able to piece together is the following:
me:i didnt know the brake was on
me:so i walked into the chair, expecting it to roll away
me:i encountered resistance
me:i fell backwards
me:into the passenger back door
me:kind of shut the door on my mom
JR:HA HA HA HAHahhaaHAHahAhAhAhAhAhhAhAhAhAAhaAHAAHAAHAAHAHAAHAhAh
me:were not done
me:then i fell back into the passenger front door [kind of opening it more]
me:rickosheted off of that
me:into the wheel chair again
me:went dow
me:er, down
me:[this has nothin to do with market averages]
me:and broke part of hte foot rest off
JR:wow. this is what they make video cameras for!
me:and was crump[led on the garage floor
me:in a pile of melted snow
JR:wow
me:that is hbow i fall
JR:okay, you are the best at fallin
Posted by Maggie at 11:51 AM | Comments (0)
i hereby declare my living
i hereby declare my living room to be "the guest room version 2.0"
this means that, should the guest room be unable to "perform its duties" due to injury, kidnapping, fire or assassination, my living room will be able to fill in--in that such emergency.
dave creeps me out. parts of me wish he was right about other things too...but for the record, i was thinking this before last night!!
brendan neal dan dave tony shank george matt nick mike kristi & i-->5 to 1 fucking 5 to 1.....well, that isnt the issue that bothers me...its just so weird. how many people do you know who could go out with 10 boys and a girl and STILL be guaranteed not to get a little kiss--besides with the girl, in the bathroom, taking a picture, with your friends phone, as a joke, then being yelled at?? ill tell you one!!!
brendan steals the covers.
[i know it shouldnt be envy, and i am largely happy, but i cant help it to some extent....circumstances though, not people]
**also, if you dont get the guest room thing, well, then it doesnt apply to you anyway.
Posted by Maggie at 10:27 AM | Comments (0)
"it just keeps getting interestinger
"it just keeps getting interestinger and interestinger"
Posted by Maggie at 12:10 AM | Comments (0)
January 24, 2003
A=Alpha B=Bravo C=Charlie D=Delta E=Echo
A=Alpha
B=Bravo
C=Charlie
D=Delta
E=Echo
F=Foxtrot
G=Golf
H=Hotel
I=India
J=Juliet
K=Kilo
L=Lima
M=Mike
N=November
O=Oscar
P=Papa
Q=Quebec
R=Romeo
S=Sierra
T=Tango
U=Uniform
V=Victor
W=Whiskey
X=X-ray
Y=Yankee
Z=Zulu
Posted by Maggie at 7:42 PM | Comments (153)
me:steve, i want to ask
me:steve, i want to ask you a question
me: and i would like to preface it with THERE IS NOT A 'RIGHT' ANSWER
me: and if you feel rather uncomfortable, you dont have to answer it
me:again, this is not a trick, this is an honest question, and i want an HONEST answer
Steve: OKK
Steve:I pick the letter b
Steve:and 341
me: do you think that beth and i could wear this dress "successfully"--ie: i wonder if the waist is such that it would look better on people who are thinner than she and i [mostly me] are....
Steve:well, I think that model is freakishly tall
me: steve...
Steve:give me a second
Steve: I'
Steve: I'm not good at this imagining thing
Steve:ok
me:if you feel that this is a trap, you dont have to answer
me:but, its not a trap
Steve: I think it could work
me: but i would imagine you think it is
Steve: although I don't think that color would be good with your skin, AND I am not a woman
me: i wasnt going to call you a woman
me:and it is astute of you to realize that color would make me look dead
me:there are other colors...
Steve:what month is the wedding in?
me:may
Steve:wineberry
Steve:or passion flower
me:pretty
me:kary is thinking greeny
Steve:very gay sounding colors
Steve:I was going to say celadon
Steve:but I didn't know if you liked green
Steve:by the way, what the fuck is celadon?
Steve:at least with the other names, you have a clue by the name as to what color it is
Steve:celadon is like random christopher lowell word
me:its a greeny/celery like color
me:8)
me:oh steve 8)
Steve:ok, I need to go sweat to the oldies
Steve:I shall talk to you later
me:sounds good
me:dont fuck with richard simmons, he could take you
Steve:don't worry, I wont'
me:ok, good
Posted by Maggie at 4:03 PM | Comments (0)
January 22, 2003
best all time response to a random insult award to dave...
me: wh0re
dave: super-celibate
Posted by Maggie at 11:27 PM | Comments (0)
meeting mr right, the man of my dreams, the one who showed me true love, at least it seems....
(i swear that american idol was not on in the background earlier!)
dont feel in the mood to write in a cohesive fashion...thus, a list follows
1. beth is my hero [there will be a certificate of appreciation here at some point, just later]--YAY POCKET MIRROR!!
2. i dont get the things that some people think, especially wrt boys. i dont get blind faith in everyones word. people are not all honest. i am not saying that you should not believe anything anyone says, but, you certainly need to learn to evaluate and think for yourself. i learned that with the whole matt thing--its not that i am not a trusting person now, i just think about things before i accept them as gospel, more so than i did before
3. i like cupcakes
4. why would one describe another as 'not having been in a relationship'?? if the discussion was regarding their status, that would be totally different, however, as a 'who is this kid?' it is fucking bizarre
5. our cecum had a 4 inch slit in it when we got there yesterday. it was fucking gross. we had to clean it out. if that is not one of the top 5 grossest experiences of my life, i will be engaging in unnecessary gross things
6. yesterday and today have been very cramptacular.
7. i would not have imagined the decisions about certification would be as difficult as they are....one of the guys is exactly where i was a year ago...except a year ago i was an undergrad and he is a first year.....
8. steve
9.
nick: I did a little research on anesthesiology, the residency only fills about 80 % each year. So getting a residency won't be a problem for you.
me: part of me wants to inquire as to WHY you were looking into that info
me: another [larger] part of me wants to give you a hug
me:[aka, thats neat]
nick:Just curious, I also did a little research on radiology, since some of my class mates were interested. I take any excuse to do something other than study.
10.
neal:....What kind of doctor are you trying to be---I hear nick talk about orthopedics all the time, but you never mention anything that you are moving towards...?
me :
ill tell you, but first, what do you tink i would like/be good at?
neal :
I haven't seen you around children, but then you haven't mentioned children--so I am going to rule out pediatrics. I could be a sterotypical male jackass and say you should go into OB/GYN--but I like to think that I don't fit into this category of guy....I could say general practioner, but that doesn't sound like you---so I am leaning towards surgury..the question is what type....hmm.....
Posted by Maggie at 10:20 PM | Comments (0)
January 18, 2003
update from abroad
have completed the entire grandparents circuit--all doing as well as can be expected in their personal cases.
grandpa m gave beth and i some more of grandma m's jewelry. most of her stuff isnt "fancy" but some of it is fun. i took some necklaces that had cool beads and i intend to put the beads in a different necklace or bracelet.
acquired the missing piece to play atari. beth is playing pitfall now. i was playing pitfall and pac man earlier. i like atari, it is about as sophisticated as my gaming tastes run. beth and i have agreed to work out some sort of custody schedule--i think that i shoudl get it more, especially if she saves enough money to buy game cube, she doesnt need two gaming systems. shes not a boy....
at this exact moment, beth may or may not be engaging in what three year olds would refer to as "the pee pee dance"
so, training kids this weekend for chem. i think it went ok today. almost oall of them seem to be alright with how it was going i think. i realized about half way through the day that i thought i was the youngest person in the room....one kid volunteers i'm 25 another i'm 25, a third says i'm 26 the last guy says i'm 29 and the girl says i'm 28...this means that i was the youngest person in the room by a good three years. and i was the one "in charge"! i dont know how they felt about that, if they felt anything at all...but...i think it was a little strange
alright, started watching moulin rouge with beth last night. still dont know what i think about it....was interesting....
Posted by Maggie at 10:44 PM | Comments (0)
January 17, 2003
N.: Yes--I know...whore. me: N.,
N.: Yes--I know...whore.
me: N., i will not have sex wtih you for money
me: unless it is a lot of money
me: in which case, any "principles" i have are right out the window
me: 8)
N.: I am glad to know your principles mean so much to you. --I will be sure to mention this to G.. (yes, yes I am a bastard).
me: i dont recal stating this was a *universal* principle
N.: That doesn't mean he wouldn't try.
me: this is why i told you it wasnt universal
me: attempting to "nip it in the bud" if you will
N.: Ahh--well I feel honored that you would possibly have sex with me for a lot of money.
Posted by Maggie at 11:45 AM | Comments (0)
i had a dream about
i had a dream about uncle bill last night. that is the first one i remember having. he was in his wheelchair, but, he was somehow healthier, his speech was "normal". and, we were all getting out of a car, grandpa was there. and grandpa was in a wheelchair too....but he seemed like the person i think of when i think of grandpa, happy, laughing, coherant. and they were together. i saw other people in my family there, and around there, and we were assembling the two wheelchairs and stuff when they were getting out of the car, but the focus was very much on bill and grandpa.
it was a year ago today i found out i got into uc. i think a year ago yesterday was bills funeral. i remember goin to bob evans with grandpa, rose, mom and beth...and asking if it was possible to have the funeral on a wednesday, cause i wanted to go. i remember very vividly walking to "the circle" behind grandpa and rose's church, and them showing us where bills ashes would be buried, and where they wanted their ashes to be buried. and on the way back to the car, we encouraged grandpa to start getting estrogen shots, as it is helpful with prostate cancer. and i was strongly asserting my opinion, i had just finished an endocrinology class and we talked about prostate cancer and estrogen.
it was just weird. as i said...i dont remember ever having a dream with bill in it before. and this was very vivid, very colorful....i had a very similar dream after sniffy died before grandma m. died....not *this* dream, but, the two were together, sniff was on grandmas lap, sleeping, and grandma was sitting there, smiling, petting sniff....and then, less than a week later, grandma died.....
i cant help but be reminded of that when i reflect on this dream....
Posted by Maggie at 12:18 AM | Comments (0)
thanks beth
Posted by Maggie at 12:05 AM | Comments (0)
January 16, 2003
distance from my apartment to
distance from my apartment to school:2.7 miles
time it usually takes to get there/back:6-20 minutes
approximate amount of snow between 830 and 430:2-3 inches
amount of sludge cleared from road during the day by the city of cincinnati: 0
amount of salt placed on the road today by the city of cincinnati: 0
number of fucking idiots on the road today: infinite
amount of time between school and home this afternoon: 65 minutes
Posted by Maggie at 6:15 PM | Comments (0)
January 15, 2003
drugs
Posted by Maggie at 11:11 PM | Comments (0)
seeing something/someone you havent thought
seeing something/someone you havent thought about, or have thought about freakishly superficially, for quite some time can really throw you off guard....just saw some pics of a few kids i had *big* crushes on several years ago, and i had hardly thought of them in like two years or so....i dont know, even dead feelings can be trainsiently brought back by life support--or pictures--as the case may be.
Posted by Maggie at 10:03 PM | Comments (0)
stolen from everythinglori.com
Being 20 Something:
They call it the "Quarter-life Crisis." It is when you stop going along with the crowd and start realizing that there are many things about yourself that you didn't know and may not like. You start feeling insecure and wonder where you will be in a year or two, but then get scared because you barely know where you are now. You start realizing that people are selfish and that, maybe, those friends that you thought you were so close to aren't exactly the greatest people you have ever met, and the people you have lost touch with are some of the most important ones. What you don't recognize is that they are realizing that too, and aren't really cold, catty, mean or sincere, but that they are as confused as you. You look at your job...and it is not even close to what you thought you would be doing, or maybe you are looking for a job and realizing that you are going to have to start at the bottom and that scares you. Your opinions have gotten stronger. You see what others are doing and find yourself judging more than usual because suddenly you realize that you have certain boundaries in your life and are constantly adding things to your list of what is acceptable and what isn't. One minute, you are insecure and then the next, secure. You
laugh and cry with the greatest force of your life. You feel alone and scared and confused. Suddenly, change is the enemy and you try and cling on to the past with dear life, but soon realize that the past is drifting further and further away, and there is nothing to do but stay where you are or move forward. You get your heart broken and wonder how someone you loved could do such damage to you. Or you lay in bed and wonder why you can't meet anyone decent enough that you want to get to know better. Or maybe you love someone but love someone else too and cannot figure out why you are doing this because you know that you aren't a bad person. One night stands and random hook ups start to look cheap. Getting wasted and acting like an idiot starts to look pathetic. You go through the same emotions and questions over and over, and talk with your friends about the same topics because you cannot seem to make a decision. You worry about loans, money, the future and making a life for yourself.....and while winning the race would be great, right now you'd just like to be a contender! What you may not realize is that everyone reading this relates to it. We are in our best of times and our worst of times, trying as hard as we can to figure this whole thing out."
Now, people always tell us to cling to our 20s (just as we tell everyone else younger than us to cling to whatever age that is). They tell us that this is the time when we are developed. Our skin has cleared, our baby fat has melted away, hopefully we realized how stupid it is to drink so much beer, so our beer guts have shrunk, we are wearing more sophisticated clothes, everything on our body is still perky and tight with a 20-something glow. 30-somethings are always jealous of our look, but never envious of our indecisiveness. This is supposedly the time that we are still filled with motivation, excitement about life, dreams of becoming everything we hope to become. We have not been completely warn down yet by repeated disappointment, and accomplishing goals is terrifying, but still possible (in our eyes). We know we're still young. We spend our childhoods trying to grow up, spend our later lives trying to remain young. I think the 20-somethings are the years where Goldilocks would consider to be "just right," in a lot of respects.
Still, the Quarter-Life Crisis seems inevitable. We all seem to be a bit scared no matter what we do, and what's even more terrifying is that we're starting to realize that this fear we're experiencing doesn't end. This is the beginning of being afraid about everything and for everyone. This doesn't mean that our lives our ruined, but it means that happiness is not something we can achieve like we thought. We thought we could get a job, get a spouse, have a kid or two, get a house with a lawn, and then it would be done. We'd fall into a routine that we liked, and we would remain completely fulfilled. I have to admit, though I know it's stupid, I still actually believe this with my whole heart. My brain knows better, but my heart thinks that there will be day that comes that I will stop worrying, and I will spend 50 years after that feeling pretty damn good about my life. I think this separation between brain and heart is the essence of being 20-something. It is finally knowing something, but not choosing to believe it...not just yet. I can't decide if that's beautiful or hideous.
Posted by Maggie at 8:58 PM | Comments (0)
did you ever know that youre my heeeeeeeeero?
ok, in all seriuosness, fuck bette midler. HOWEVER, if you--for some reason--want to be my hero, you will figure out how i can syncronize my outlook calendar with my handspring----ideally, for free.
went to meet mom at coldwater creek. heres the neat thing...tshirts, 3 for $39.50--or $16 each. she wanted 4, i (naturally) say "well, you could buy me two" and--now this is why i love my mom--she said "ok". also, we went to p.f. changs. pretty good. first time i have had crab rangoon/crab angle/crab wantons [they have all gone by this name] that had detectable amounts of crab. pretty good. i was just caught a little off guard. i had mu shu chicken...she was "proud of" me--since it was mostly veggies.
okiloveyoubyebye
Posted by Maggie at 7:40 PM | Comments (0)
January 14, 2003
PsychoNeal: Question--why would you think
PsychoNeal: Question--why would you think that Nick didn't value your opinion or why would this surprise you? We all value your opinion (I think)---except when it comes to picking out a movie---then everyone is wrong but me! 8-) And maybe Brendan...but Dave is never right.......freaking dragging me to dumb movies.... ::mumbles:: off to bed now to die from my cold!
Posted by Maggie at 5:21 PM | Comments (0)
January 12, 2003
a typed re-enactment of events that transpired earlier this hour
open on me, sitting at my computer, shitting around
phone rings
i grab the phone (my cell) and answer it--without looking at the caller id.
me: hello?
caller:heeeeeeeeeeeeeeeey maggie....hows it goin, its [lt.] dan.
me: hey dan.
lt. dan: what are you doin?
me: nothin...just shitting around....
lt. dan: well...i'm in your neighborhood...
<i cut him off>
me: its not really a good time dan....i worked out this morning and i havent taken a shower yet....its all kind of gross....well, not all kinds of gross, but, you know what i mean....
lt. dan: <seriously, sounding dejected> oh, ok....
<blah, blahbedy, blah blah blah--note, blahbedy = talk about his gf, with whom he had a fight last night...and now hes calling me, curious?>
lt. dan: well, hopefully we can get together to do lunch sometime soon?
me: <with much hesitation>...yeah? actually, lunch really isnt good for me usually...
lt. dan: oh....well, i know you're busy....
<thinking to myself...dont want to do dinner....dont suggest that!--andy richter correlate: damn, this is goin badly again, and i have to say something....and not "this is goin badly">
me: well, my schedule always ends up being kinda iffy, i have great plans of gettin things done, then do mabe 35 % of them....
lt. dan: oh, ok....
me:
lt. dan:
<blahbedy blabedy blah blah blah>
what you have just read is a reconstruction of a conversation between myself and lt. dan. the words are the words that were used, anything in <>'s is my own insight/editing/etc....
curious, i think, that he had a big fight with the gf last night--running into one of her ex-bf's, and this morning/afternoon he calls me--wanting to do lunch....
im gonna open this one on up to the forum, thoughts??
serious quandry: if he calls, should i do something? kind of blow him off? or be like 'yeeaah, your kind of a jackass'?
that is a real debate, suggestions are welcome....and kristi, saying "wanna come over make out and dont talk or eat" or whatever, that is not a valid suggestion.
Posted by Maggie at 1:45 PM | Comments (1)
shocking, really
to reiterate....love my boys.
most of the guys are incredibly polite, i am surprised by this to an extent....you dont often find a batch of 20-something guys who says 'thanks' for anything and everything, and who will put dishes in the sink, and who is just generally curteous. now, i know this may come out sounding like i know only assholes, and *maybe* they are like that cause im a girl--and while they have known me forever, and i have one of very few girls forever, they still dont know what to do with me....who knows. but, overall, they are great fun, i really enjoy them, and i am so glad that they include me. i still dont get it, but i think ill just enjoy it
last night i was talkin to neal on aim and just was like 'why dont you guys come down?' so....five of em just come down at 10 and we play poker till 2....it was fun. i was getting fairly decent, i was actually kicking ass for a while, then i shitted it all away...*however* i was up six cents! 8)
my cookies were good.
again, happy about all things kary
Posted by Maggie at 11:13 AM | Comments (0)
January 11, 2003
kary and i have been
kary and i have been talking more in the last few weeks than we had been for a couple of years. i really like that.
Posted by Maggie at 9:42 PM | Comments (0)
stolen, for your reading pleasure, from collegehumor.com
Posted by Maggie at 8:12 PM | Comments (0)
i love lewis black
Posted by Maggie at 6:28 PM | Comments (0)
....
since i know everyone was concerned...i am officially giving mike my stamp of approval 8) due to the fact that i know how much kary was concerned about it...8)8)
i am baking cookies in my apartment...this is the first time i have made cookies in my own place by myself....hopefully they will be good....
Posted by Maggie at 2:48 PM | Comments (0)
January 10, 2003
new found old quotes
"what is believed by many to be a satellite of Neptune that escaped its orbit?"
--SPUTNIK!!
this is from a trivial persuit game back in the day
"is that ll cool j? oh my god, he's the only white man to make me moist, moist like a bunt cake"
--jake...need i say more?
Posted by Maggie at 4:26 PM | Comments (0)
i was gonna go to school, and then i got high
i vacumed.
the whole apartment....i am not a fan....my back isnt too sore, so, that is neato
cleaned the bathroom counter--i even did a "clean" and a "pre clean"
kitchen counter
went through the shit on my desk and my coffee table and my kitchen table.
found a staple in the remnants of phyllis's cystic duct...was way cooler when we thought it was something that was not a staple
took out the trash
got the following things of beth's together for when i see her next:
docs she bought in england
atari
boom box
got an email from rachel with the official negotiation things for this next term...one of my favorite sentences: "Effective today, your teaching rate is $23.50. " and "...bonus of $250..."
neal beat the advanced minesweeper....i am so proud to know him now.....
Posted by Maggie at 3:42 PM | Comments (0)
January 9, 2003
henceforth....
pants dan = #1
belligerant dan = #2
lt. dan = #3
carpet dan = #4
a.g. dan = #5
physiology dan = #6
seventh dan = #7
Posted by Maggie at 12:28 AM | Comments (0)
January 4, 2003
dan
ok, so i *know* i have met/talked to on multiple occasions 7 dans....
belligerant dan
pants dan
carpet dan
physiology dan
med school dan
seventh dan
damnit, i cant remember one of the first six....wh0re. if anyone knows of a dan i have forgotten, lemme know.
addendum: curtosy of kristi---"lt. dan"
seriously, i cant believe that he is the one that i forgot...hmm
Posted by Maggie at 8:11 PM | Comments (0)
yipee
oh, i am (pleasantly) surprised to report that having your toenails *literally* yanked out of the nail beds is less painful than i had anticipated. still not the neatest experience of my life, but not terrible.
*dont be sedentary--"a sedentarly lifestyle has the same effect as smoking a pack a day"
*study
*make a concerted effort to worry less in general
*DONT BE SEDENTARY
Posted by Maggie at 7:57 PM | Comments (0)
i am a sheep, so, here is my 2002...
Posted by Maggie at 7:12 PM | Comments (0)