Life at Swarthmore is *sooo* cool! I love my classes so much, even though I probably spent 15 + hours revising my Jane Austen essay over the weekend. Besides that, Jane Austen is probably the coolest class in the *ENTIRE WORLD!!!!* anyways, so I didn't mind all that much! My other classes are awesome as well--I especially love my Russian class; ( Read more... )

How much do I love "Deep Thoughts with Jack Handey?" WAAAYYY too much ( Read more... )

the Wit
(52% dark, 30% spontaneous, 27% vulgar) your humor style:
CLEAN | COMPLEX | DARK

You like things edgy, subtle, and smart. I guess that means you're probably an intellectual, but don't take that to mean you're pretentious. You realize 'dumb' can be witty--after all isn't that the Simpsons' philosophy?--but rudeness for its own sake, ' ( Read more... )

YES! They unblocked the internet at the YMCA, so I can spend six more hours staring vacantly at a computer screen! Hallelujah! No doubt about it, the internet is definitely the numero uno time waster ( Read more... )

Note to myself: Indeed, there can be too much of a good thing. Hamentashen included. Clearly, there was no need to double the recipe. ;-)

My mom manipulated me into watching "The Notebook" with her...as expected, it was painfully trite. Figured out what happened in the first flashback, and spent the next 2 + hours making snarky comments to myself. Desperately wishing I could have the last 2 hours of my life back. Sort of feel like I was forced to eat 5 cups of sugar, was rendered ( Read more... )

True love is the best thing in the world, except for cough drops. -William Goldman

Word.   (See 12/9/04 LJ entry to explain my adoration of the quote.)

So, yes, good day all-round.  Had someone ask me if I could make strawberry cream cheese and then walk off, which was undeniably strange, but still highly amusing.   Sometimes I am forced to wonder ( Read more... )

Day 2 of AP Grade Waiting: I just spent the last half hour alternating between wringing my hands, twisting my hair, and having butterflies in my stomach. Every year--mid-July-- I do this. I hide in the bathroom, run back out, see if the mail's on the table, and then run back in and cower. Mercifully, someone usually yells out that no, the AP ( Read more... )

Busy, busy day ( Read more... )

Someday I am going to write a book about all the stupid people I have met while working at Auntie Anne's. This event will surely worm its way in ( Read more... )