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Everything is frustrating these days… and for some reason, I’ve been pretty happy. Everything rolls right off me. It’s like a mentally spiteful reaction to it all. BUT my car… oh my car, the most frustrating of all. Alas! My white ’93 Honda Civic dx with the grey upholstery and the trunk full of school books and tennis shoes. My car with three (four?) blown speakers and a deteriorating clutch. Okay, not deteriorating, because we’re all deteriorating at different rates. A clutch with a swiftly approaching expiration date, a clutch on its death bed, staring up at me with despairing eyes while I hold its hand and sob silently… Sick. No. I’m just irritated really. And today I ran out of gas and had to walk to a nearby juicery and wait for my mom. I also bought a Gameboy Color for $10.00 and Pokemon Yellow Version for another $10.00. It’s mostly to annoy my mom.

I was thinking, as I was driving to my dads tonight, wouldn’t it be weird if you are driving in the dark, and suddenly you saw like all these silhouettes of people on the road… and you realised they are wearing black from head to toe… and so you stop because you don’t want to run them over… even though you were going fairly fast… and you’re scared to death, of course… and you stopped and they start to surround your car… what happens next? I was just thinking anyway because I saw one of those CIA/SWAT team looking white windowless vans on the side of the road.

Late Happy Birthday VICTOR!

My beautiful wonderful 19 year old. Sorry, this is the first I’ve been on the computer since like four days. WOW huh? Anyway, I hope you enjoyed your special day. Here is a post dedicated to you, my love, my world, my ALL. Kisses!

I so have not.

I have not abandoned my blog. In fact, I’ve been thinking about it a lot lately, milling over ideas. And I still read everyone else’s’ blogs.

I was going to post about the dead cat that I’ve been driving over for the past month.

I was going to report on the research I did on worldwide plastic shopping bag consumption for my final speech (persuasive): A trillion a year, about 2% are recycled.

I was going to tell you about my photobucket I set up so you could see screen shots from Tibia. I think if you go to photobucket.com and search ‘Silv12’ you’ll find it… And I just checked that and yes, it works…

I was going to tell you that I put in notice at work… and geez, today and tomorrow are my lasts days.

I was going to tell you that this is finals week, and I haven’t registered for classes next quarter.

Well. There’s always a lot to say. Of course. So, stay tuned.

bwahahaha

Introduction
I.  (Attention Getter) In a study last year by Dermatology Nursing, Dr. Robin Hornung surveyed several hundred UW students about their tanning habits. A vast majority admitted to purposely tanning their skin, of these 42% of females and 17% of males reported using tanning salons in their quest.
II.  (Audience Adaptation) In the world we live in, appearance is everything. Personal hygiene goes far beyond taking showers and wearing deodorant. We bleach our teeth, go on crasy diets to maintain our weight, dye our hair, use loads of skin products…
III.  (Purpose) However, not everything we do to look good is safe for our bodies. And today, I’m going to delve into the controversial and mysterious world of sunless tanning.
IV.  (Preview) Tanning salons versus topical treatments.
A.  The first theory suggests a bomb brought down the Boeing 747.
B.  Others believe a missile destroyed the airplane.

Happy Valentine’s Day.

I love everyone!!! weeeeeeeee

Obama takes Washington.

I could not caucus, for I had work. I sent my mom instead, to represent Hilary. When I asked her how it went, she ashamedly admitted to having changed her mind. Sigh.

Good news and bad news….

Keeping you updated, as always.

Love love LOVE it.

You do KNOW who this is right?

Who needs psychology when you have graphology?

My mom convinced me to take a graphology test online <www.handwritingwizard.com>.

Here are my (condensed– seriously, they give you a freakin novel) results. I sound pretty terrible.

Another cooking failure.

Tonight I made little shell pasta with rue sauce. The wheat flour in the rue camouflaged my sprinkles of garlic powder, so I ended up putting in too much. After a few bites (shudder) I threw it all out and brushed my teeth vigorously.

Pasta is empty calories, right? I still love it. I’d like to learn the different names of pastas. So far, I can successfully identify lasagna, spaghetti and linguine. Maybe next time I’m in Italy I’ll take a class or something. HA. Kidding. Victor, wipe that disgusted look off your face. Actually, I didn’t eat much pasta in Italy. Spaghetti is standard to menus but I honestly can’t stomach tomato sauce. I mostly just ate cheese pizza and chocolate gelato. Okay yeah, I know pizza has tomato sauce too, but it doesn’t envelope it in lukewarm chunky sliminess. Sounds pleasant? Uh no.