Monthly Archives: March 2003

sans fils

I am cur­rently typ­ing from my bed, on the com­plete oppo­site side of my room from my desk. This was not pos­si­ble before this after­noon.
Ahhh, ille­gal (at Hamil­ton) wire­less net­work hub, how I love you!

I live in a co-op. Where food is sup­posed to be pre­pared. I should not have to order out two nights in a row because there is noth­ing to eat.
I’ll just keep repeat­ing that until it sounds reasonable.

who would have thought?

I sent off for a bunch of grad­skool view­books today and am going to sign up for the GRE. (Before you think I’m a major pro­cras­ti­na­tor, I am tak­ing a year or so off between edu­ca­tional estab­lish­ments.)
Yes. Me. Grad school. I swore up and down and back­wards that I wouldn’t do it, but now I’m

Ça y est, mes chers, ça y est. bien fait.

(stolen from a favorite blog of mine…I sup­pose he can come and sue me, but I can’t fig­ure out how to link to indi­vid­ual entries on IAM, so just go visit him instead.)
Remem­ber, when you’re watch­ing the Bush war­speech tonight, here are the St. Patrick’s day rules “rules”. When Bush says…

Sep­tem­ber 11th” — take a drink
…linked to

consistency

memo from my diges­tive sys­tem:
either the low-carb vegan diet or the diet con­sist­ing of pasta, no veg­gies, and cake with but­ter­cream frost­ing is fine, but MAKE UP YOUR MIND. I’m get­ting con­fused here. And if I get more con­fused, I’ll rebel even more. I’m warn­ing you, girl.
p.s. you know how those med­ica­tions say ’take with food?’

an allcampus email. joy!

Sure, I’d protest at the NYC French con­sulate, but only to try to improve the speed of the visa
sec­tion. I spent five hours in there that I could have spent…well…doing some­thing con­struc­tive. I
do that once in a while.
I don’t know. It just bugs me. I don’t believe that France is being entirely human­i­tar­ian in
their oppo­si­tion