Der Wahnsinn
du riechst so gut
gleich hab ich dich
die spur ist frich
ich geh dir hinterher
dein warmes blut
jetzt hab ich dich

German cheesecake and formalwear? scheizer!

these five words in my head
scream are we having fun yet

happy Birthday Ball, ladies and gentlemen.

Being as how the icy hell is now coming to a close - yes I like snow, yes I like time off... but there is the snowflake that breaks the moose's back, so to speak - and my little break from reality is over, I find myself waking to three tests and a few papers... Isn't there a law against loading college students with work after snow days? Blizzards are stressful, you know...

...or both.

I've got plenty to say, but none of it is coming out right, so I'm not going to bother right now.

So I had this dream a few nights back, where I go to the dining hall for dinner, but the cafeteria lady won't take my card. So I look at the card (which, mind you, is pretty beat up in real life, but still functional) and all the writing and the picture have almost completely faded off. I try to tell her that it really is my card, and that if she charges the meal on it it will work anyway, but she won't believe me. Does this mean that I feel I am losing myself, and that it does not go unnoticed, but I continue to perpetuate the self I have created? It would appear that I have some thinking to do.

Hey Anna, long time no see =) I'm not off IM, but I have auto-blocked anyone off my buddy list, so if you want to, send me your new SN (if that's why you don't see me). In any case, I welcome anyone back who was on this previously, should they choose...
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Heh... So somebody does post to Blogger these days... I'll bet you forgot you had anyone else allowed to, Tom... But anyway, I'm glad to (kind of) hear from you, after you apparently dropped off the face of AIM... Cheers...

On another note, we were practicing intramuscular injections (of just saline) with lab rats in Comparative Physiology, and a few days later the professor brought in two rats for Intro Pharmacology; my poor rat ended up getting shot up with an equivalent to cannibus. So we thought it keeled over after a few minutes, but ten minutes or so after the injection, he tapped the cage and the rat jumped like it had been shot... then a minute or two later, it just kind of flopped over on its side like a dead fish. The really funny thing (poor rat!) was that a bunch of people muttered that their friends were just like that most of the time... and I just kept thinking of a rat with an afro singing "cause I got high."

No matter what they say... Biology's a trip =p

So about this blog I never update...

I end up working the closing shift on Saturday. As in, the Saturday after they said I couldn't work because I had too many daytime hours. So they give me a 3-hour closing (which I didn't particularly want) after they deny me a 4-hour event I wanted.
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riiiiiiight.