Monthly Archives: February 2003

February is the weirdest month

so I’m get­ting kind of jumpy and sick of my cur­rent hair sit­u­a­tion. I think it’s time to wet it down and take care of mat­ters via the Wet it Down and Hack the Hell Out of It method.
I can always go get it fixed over the week­end.
Actu­ally, con­sid­er­ing the results the last time I

^&#$#@#^ squirrels

so Alliant took our 35-case food order and dumped it out back in a snow­bank. then the snow started to melt and soaked the boxes so they fell apart when I tried to lift them.
Bad enough? no, it gets bet­ter. Our friendly LOCAL SQUIRRELS got into it. so now there are beef bur­ri­tos scat­tered out back

notes to self

1/ sug­ar­ing the heck out of very strong bad cof­fee doesn’t help, it just makes you feel worse.
2/ don’t get cof­fee at tops any­more
3/ inquire about plas­tic surgery to grow cheek pouches.
4/ the C key is very impor­tant. pray that it does not con­tinue stick­ing. or ontinue stik­ing, as I would have typed ear­lier tonight. stu­pid

As I sit in the kitchen.…

do you think that pound­ing the hell out of the win­dows of the front entry­way is the best way to con­vince the one per­son who’s awake and any­where near the door to let you in? don’t you think it’s going to make every­one who lives in the vicin­ity really angry? or do you want that

dites donc

I had my ACTFL pro­fi­ciency exam today, which I didn’t think went all that well. Look­ing at the guide­lines that are actu­ally posted on the web­site, I’m start­ing to think that I might have done all right, but more due to my lack of social skills than lack of French lan­guage abil­ity. hee!
The main prob­lem is,

high noon

gourmet iced cof­fee, or too damn lazy to get up, go to the microwave, and reheat the mug of cof­fee
I was drink­ing before class? you be the judge.
I’m busy today. read this while I’m gone.

my away message for the night

so these so-called KEEHNERS decided to buy live LOBSTERS and boil them in huge POTS in the KITCHEN. Joanna and I wanted to to LIBERATE them but we were too late. I came to the kitchen just in time to wit­ness the DEATH of one of the poor crea­tures, and then for­got about the inci­dent