smells HELLA sexy when it's on the kitchen stove
garlic does, that is. i thought it was funny that "hella" was in a song that i have listened to thousands of times (or 18 to be exact, love iTunes), and had never noticed it. well ain't that a kick in the nuts. a little hometown pride, as if i needed to express that i was partial to my hometown. speaking of which, it is SNOWING at home right now. snowing. here we get a little wind and scream, "What are you doing, weather?!" they get snow in april. which is, actually, way funnier than the formal funny since, it is, as already noted, the second weekend of april. meaning, of course, that ski season is pretty much up. maybe they'll keep the lifts running a titch longer. a tad, if you're lucky.
while i was doing laudnry today, i made buddy buddy with a little old mexican couple. the wife was seriously 4'5" or so. no joke. i felt like a giant and i have to say it was a good feeling. really good. i think i'm going to have my children genetically engineered so that they are midgets. turn a few genes on, a few off. you know. the usual. and then i'm going to take them to my *enter stratigic number here* year reunion and introduce them to this girl that i know from back in the day who is terrified of midgets. tell my kids to wiggle their little finders in her face, or in the direction of her face at least. it's true that the obscenities that will come out of her mouth will probably give my kids some sort of permament psychological damage, but you can't put a price on humor. you can, of course, put a price on therapy, but it'll be worth it.
today i had a slight blonde (although my hair is not blonde like the old days) moment. it started off simple enough, with me wanting to change my grading option in art history. so i went to Gold, selected "change grade" or whatever in the pull down menu, and agreed to whatever it is i agree to whenever it says "Agree" or "Disagree". who cares. im sure it's binding as hell, but then again, even hell is a little bit negotiable, right? anyway, you know how it takes you to that menu with all the junk, the grit of the grit, and you're supposed to click away so that, when you use the little rolly down thing on your mouse, you don't change your option to another option? well, i was groggy. and i didn't click away before i rolled down, but rather after. and being the person i am, i didn't even think about checking it out to make sure it's all good. so i happened to change my option from "pass/nopass" to... what else? anybody got a guess? well, i'll end the suspense. "drop". without noticing, of course. so when my schedule reappeared on my screen, there seemed to be something missing, like, i don't know, three classes on my tuesday/thursday schedule. and, i don't know, like 4 units. all of the sudden i was down to a meager 12 units. oh no. oh no. i had a little rachel g. moment where the words "rachel, what the fuck did you do?!?!" came zooming out of my mouth at a million decibles a minute (haha, imagine sound being a speed), so loud that the neighbors might have a little insight into the life of the crazies in the house next door (although this is no great feat as there are, i don't nkow, twenty feet separating my window from theirs). it'll be ok. calm down. maybe, just maybe, the class won't be closed (although i know it is). maybe i won't have to email the lead t.a. for an addcode and thus be put on the waitlist she undoubtedly has for all the students praying to call one of the 860 seats in campbell hall their own twice a week. go back to Gold. search class. closed by department. fuuuuck. double fuck. bridget jones moment. it would appear that all my good karma was paid forward when i didn't have to wait behind a single person while purchasing my readers at Grafik Art (as apposed to the usual line extending around hte block that we're all accostomed to). so, i sent miss emily engle (or whatever her last name is) a little sob email, declaring my complete idiocy and claiming me the rightful heir to the throne of all stupidity and blonde monents. and then sat back and waited. waited. waited.
after about three email checks in fifteen minutes, which doesn't ever happen unless i'm writing a paper, i resigned myself to a quarter filled with... not too much homework, to say the least. but, BUT, i happen to be a cool person. an extraordinarily cool person. mainly for two reasons: 1. i have junior standing (i knwo, who doesn't), which puts me ahead of all the frosh/sophs on the waitlist and 2. emily had to deal with me when i was in 6A and in persuit of a section change. appearantly i was a scosh too persistant for her taste as her last email to me read "RACHEL, HERE IS YOUR ADDCODE. Please, PLEASE, change your section. -Emily".
i know, i know. she's had many students since me. but i'm a unique specimen. so, within an hour, i got it. the answer to all of the world's problems. the space-time continu-shit. an email. from miss emily engle. with an addcode. and the simple instructions. "Rachel Ross. Add yourself back to your class ASAP. " yeah me. way to leave a lasting impression.
on a different note, marissa and i are getting ass tonight and any male (or female?) who enters Biko is fair game and, if i may say, screwed, although not literally. well, not as present at least. and alex has pretty much already agreed to this. well. maybe not vocally. but i'm sure he agrees to it. he always agrees to people not being hard up.
next order of business is: people and their trying to overanalyze their problems or just plain avoid them. you gotta grasp the present, man, live life to the fulliest. i know that sounds like one of my stonerisms, and i know there are plenty of them going aroudn these days (stephanie has a great one about my technique on how to bowl a strike), but seroiusly guys. let's not dwell. there's no point in it. it seems to me that the more i contemplate a problem, push it around the space between my little brain vessels and skull, the more things just seem a little grayer than usual. what's hte piont? maybe one day you'll come across some miraculous epiphany and solve the question plaguing your internal being? the fuck you will. you'll just start realizing everything wrong with your life. all your little problems (which, judging from my experience with humanity, are plentiful and great). and the time you used to spend trying to live your life will become the time you spend trying to reclaim your life. trying to sort out all your problems and helplessly coming up with fruitless solutions.
i suppose that inevitably you get so down on life that there is nowhere to go but up. however i feel like awknowledging the fact that you feel shitty doesn't really make it any better. maybe you should just say, hey! today is going to be different. today will not be as bad as yesterday because that day is over. it's a brand new day, as my father likes to annoyingly announce in my room when i have slept in past him. time to make a change. you might have realized some flaw yesterday, but today brings new possiblities of somehow correcting it. anew chance. a new leaf, i suppose. and the best part about little insecuritiesis slapping htem in the face. take hold, change what you don't want or like, and let it go. move on. get with it. because, if there is one thing that anybody should learn from watching the world wiz by, it's that the less you watch it, the more you miss.
of course i am an advocate of participation myself. but you get the point.
while i was doing laudnry today, i made buddy buddy with a little old mexican couple. the wife was seriously 4'5" or so. no joke. i felt like a giant and i have to say it was a good feeling. really good. i think i'm going to have my children genetically engineered so that they are midgets. turn a few genes on, a few off. you know. the usual. and then i'm going to take them to my *enter stratigic number here* year reunion and introduce them to this girl that i know from back in the day who is terrified of midgets. tell my kids to wiggle their little finders in her face, or in the direction of her face at least. it's true that the obscenities that will come out of her mouth will probably give my kids some sort of permament psychological damage, but you can't put a price on humor. you can, of course, put a price on therapy, but it'll be worth it.
today i had a slight blonde (although my hair is not blonde like the old days) moment. it started off simple enough, with me wanting to change my grading option in art history. so i went to Gold, selected "change grade" or whatever in the pull down menu, and agreed to whatever it is i agree to whenever it says "Agree" or "Disagree". who cares. im sure it's binding as hell, but then again, even hell is a little bit negotiable, right? anyway, you know how it takes you to that menu with all the junk, the grit of the grit, and you're supposed to click away so that, when you use the little rolly down thing on your mouse, you don't change your option to another option? well, i was groggy. and i didn't click away before i rolled down, but rather after. and being the person i am, i didn't even think about checking it out to make sure it's all good. so i happened to change my option from "pass/nopass" to... what else? anybody got a guess? well, i'll end the suspense. "drop". without noticing, of course. so when my schedule reappeared on my screen, there seemed to be something missing, like, i don't know, three classes on my tuesday/thursday schedule. and, i don't know, like 4 units. all of the sudden i was down to a meager 12 units. oh no. oh no. i had a little rachel g. moment where the words "rachel, what the fuck did you do?!?!" came zooming out of my mouth at a million decibles a minute (haha, imagine sound being a speed), so loud that the neighbors might have a little insight into the life of the crazies in the house next door (although this is no great feat as there are, i don't nkow, twenty feet separating my window from theirs). it'll be ok. calm down. maybe, just maybe, the class won't be closed (although i know it is). maybe i won't have to email the lead t.a. for an addcode and thus be put on the waitlist she undoubtedly has for all the students praying to call one of the 860 seats in campbell hall their own twice a week. go back to Gold. search class. closed by department. fuuuuck. double fuck. bridget jones moment. it would appear that all my good karma was paid forward when i didn't have to wait behind a single person while purchasing my readers at Grafik Art (as apposed to the usual line extending around hte block that we're all accostomed to). so, i sent miss emily engle (or whatever her last name is) a little sob email, declaring my complete idiocy and claiming me the rightful heir to the throne of all stupidity and blonde monents. and then sat back and waited. waited. waited.
after about three email checks in fifteen minutes, which doesn't ever happen unless i'm writing a paper, i resigned myself to a quarter filled with... not too much homework, to say the least. but, BUT, i happen to be a cool person. an extraordinarily cool person. mainly for two reasons: 1. i have junior standing (i knwo, who doesn't), which puts me ahead of all the frosh/sophs on the waitlist and 2. emily had to deal with me when i was in 6A and in persuit of a section change. appearantly i was a scosh too persistant for her taste as her last email to me read "RACHEL, HERE IS YOUR ADDCODE. Please, PLEASE, change your section. -Emily".
i know, i know. she's had many students since me. but i'm a unique specimen. so, within an hour, i got it. the answer to all of the world's problems. the space-time continu-shit. an email. from miss emily engle. with an addcode. and the simple instructions. "Rachel Ross. Add yourself back to your class ASAP. " yeah me. way to leave a lasting impression.
on a different note, marissa and i are getting ass tonight and any male (or female?) who enters Biko is fair game and, if i may say, screwed, although not literally. well, not as present at least. and alex has pretty much already agreed to this. well. maybe not vocally. but i'm sure he agrees to it. he always agrees to people not being hard up.
next order of business is: people and their trying to overanalyze their problems or just plain avoid them. you gotta grasp the present, man, live life to the fulliest. i know that sounds like one of my stonerisms, and i know there are plenty of them going aroudn these days (stephanie has a great one about my technique on how to bowl a strike), but seroiusly guys. let's not dwell. there's no point in it. it seems to me that the more i contemplate a problem, push it around the space between my little brain vessels and skull, the more things just seem a little grayer than usual. what's hte piont? maybe one day you'll come across some miraculous epiphany and solve the question plaguing your internal being? the fuck you will. you'll just start realizing everything wrong with your life. all your little problems (which, judging from my experience with humanity, are plentiful and great). and the time you used to spend trying to live your life will become the time you spend trying to reclaim your life. trying to sort out all your problems and helplessly coming up with fruitless solutions.
i suppose that inevitably you get so down on life that there is nowhere to go but up. however i feel like awknowledging the fact that you feel shitty doesn't really make it any better. maybe you should just say, hey! today is going to be different. today will not be as bad as yesterday because that day is over. it's a brand new day, as my father likes to annoyingly announce in my room when i have slept in past him. time to make a change. you might have realized some flaw yesterday, but today brings new possiblities of somehow correcting it. anew chance. a new leaf, i suppose. and the best part about little insecuritiesis slapping htem in the face. take hold, change what you don't want or like, and let it go. move on. get with it. because, if there is one thing that anybody should learn from watching the world wiz by, it's that the less you watch it, the more you miss.
of course i am an advocate of participation myself. but you get the point.
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