Also, 2010 in meme form
January: I had a whole lot of dream-sex with Bradley Whitford last night.
February: Give me a different governor, please.
March: Current drive to work on thesis: none | Drive to get ready for the Dirty Queer Show and go now: high
April: How did the women pull themselves out of bed that morning to go to the tomb?
May: Now I just need to edit the last 15 pages (mostly for verb tense issues - fuck that goofiness) and do some of the last-minute polishing.
June: (no entries)
July: It was ridiculous - this is what happens on students-bring-the-booze night.
August: One day your a church bulletin, printed on slightly-softer-than-normal paper; the next day, you're toilet paper.
September: Apparently, according to urban dictionary and other reliable sources, it is a mash-up of Dominican slang that separates out and translates generally to "slams girl for your vagina."
October: At one point we were waiting while photos were being taken, sitting on the grass right on Lake Minnetonka with him on my lap, and he flung himself backward (as only little kids can) and just said, "Korey, you're Batman."
November: So I was sending my dad a recipe for cranberry nut loaf bread just now, except that I typo-ed and wrote in the subject line "cranberry nutload".
December: And I fell flat on my ass.
Also, I had a handful of runners up, either that came in second place or that were more than a sentence. (Because this is my damn livejournal and I can if I want.)
At school on Thursday he came into the office during my break with a question about a Pitbull lyric - watagatapitusberry. Apparently, according to urban dictionary and other reliable sources, it is a mash-up of Dominican slang that separates out and translates generally to "slams girl for your vagina."
But I'm pretty sure that, should a scorpion ever actually fall out of the roll, it will be a very good thing that I am 1) already sitting, and 2) perched over a toilet. Because, even if I've just finished, I WILL pee myself.
Also, I legitimately told someone last night that "yo juego para ambos equipos."
So the prom dresses this year don't have enough fabric to constitute a bath towel, for the record.
And I do mean shame on the republicans in the MN house. I am sickened by some of their words.
(Note to self: stop liking law students.)
Chance and I just had a beautiful conversation. It went something like this.
Chance: That's a lot of water [in the water boiler].
Me: Yeah, I didn't want to waste the cold water while I waited for it to warm up to wash my face. But it's ok - I'm going to have coffee too when it boils up.
Chance: I'm going to have TONS of coffee!
Me: And you know what will happen then?
Chance: Lots of pooping?
Me: Yes.
So some days I feel attractive and others I feel really frumpy. For the record, today I am pretty hot stuff. Just saying.
Ok, I got a bit carried away it would seem. But like I said, it's my lj. And like Evie said, suck it up.
February: Give me a different governor, please.
March: Current drive to work on thesis: none | Drive to get ready for the Dirty Queer Show and go now: high
April: How did the women pull themselves out of bed that morning to go to the tomb?
May: Now I just need to edit the last 15 pages (mostly for verb tense issues - fuck that goofiness) and do some of the last-minute polishing.
June: (no entries)
July: It was ridiculous - this is what happens on students-bring-the-booze night.
August: One day your a church bulletin, printed on slightly-softer-than-normal paper; the next day, you're toilet paper.
September: Apparently, according to urban dictionary and other reliable sources, it is a mash-up of Dominican slang that separates out and translates generally to "slams girl for your vagina."
October: At one point we were waiting while photos were being taken, sitting on the grass right on Lake Minnetonka with him on my lap, and he flung himself backward (as only little kids can) and just said, "Korey, you're Batman."
November: So I was sending my dad a recipe for cranberry nut loaf bread just now, except that I typo-ed and wrote in the subject line "cranberry nutload".
December: And I fell flat on my ass.
Also, I had a handful of runners up, either that came in second place or that were more than a sentence. (Because this is my damn livejournal and I can if I want.)
At school on Thursday he came into the office during my break with a question about a Pitbull lyric - watagatapitusberry. Apparently, according to urban dictionary and other reliable sources, it is a mash-up of Dominican slang that separates out and translates generally to "slams girl for your vagina."
But I'm pretty sure that, should a scorpion ever actually fall out of the roll, it will be a very good thing that I am 1) already sitting, and 2) perched over a toilet. Because, even if I've just finished, I WILL pee myself.
Also, I legitimately told someone last night that "yo juego para ambos equipos."
So the prom dresses this year don't have enough fabric to constitute a bath towel, for the record.
And I do mean shame on the republicans in the MN house. I am sickened by some of their words.
(Note to self: stop liking law students.)
Chance and I just had a beautiful conversation. It went something like this.
Chance: That's a lot of water [in the water boiler].
Me: Yeah, I didn't want to waste the cold water while I waited for it to warm up to wash my face. But it's ok - I'm going to have coffee too when it boils up.
Chance: I'm going to have TONS of coffee!
Me: And you know what will happen then?
Chance: Lots of pooping?
Me: Yes.
So some days I feel attractive and others I feel really frumpy. For the record, today I am pretty hot stuff. Just saying.
Ok, I got a bit carried away it would seem. But like I said, it's my lj. And like Evie said, suck it up.