testing, testing

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Bio project is done! Fuck yes! Only... two more projects to go!

Huzzah!

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I just watched Hidalgo for the first time ever, and am now thoroughly convinced that Viggo Mortenson is the best actor EVER.

He's absolutely genius.

A Perfect Murder
G.I. Jane
Lord of the Rings (All Three)
Hidalgo

Is there a role this man can't play? And on top of that, he's an artist/photographer/writer. Brilliant. Absolutely brilliant.

And he's got the most adorable butt chin I've ever seen.

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Orlando Bloom fanfiction. Not really my style, but until I find some good Dom fics, it'll have to do.

Today was the day I had to remake all the fucking quizzes and tests I missed Wednesday. I'm exhausted.

NEED TO WORK ON PROJECTS.

Have to mentally remind myself. Of course, my large, bold warning above should help me to remember.

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Alright. So I'm sitting at my computer, typing my little heart out at livejournal--- not really--- but that's not my point, and I keep seeing these little lights outside the window, dancing in the air. And, it's really starting to creep me out. I can't make up my mind whether I'm actually seeing these things, or if I'm dellusional. I'm willing to bet on the second one. Most likely I'm just crazy.

My holiday was good I guess. Had Thanksgiving at my sister's and I have to say it was pretty fucking awesome. She's a chef. Not professionally. But the girl can cook. And when everyone in my family isn't trying to shove food in my mouth- my family can actually be pretty decent. Call it a revelation or what-have-you. But I must say I, in general, like my family.

Go me.

I'm feeling a lot better I guess. Still fluid rattling in my lungs though. If you see me tomorrow, ask me to show you this totally awesome noise I can make.

I sound like a stick-shift that's about to die. It's utterly amazing.

Aside from not being able to breath. I've become addicted to lip balm it seems. Some do crack, I personally can't live without a good tube of carmex. My lips are just so dry. I dread sleeping at night because I wake up and there's just that feeling, you know? It's disgusting.

Let me see, what else? Ah! Went over to Haley's to work on project. Our other compadres bailed on us. At least Jake did, I couldn't get a hold of Allison, her phone line is eternally busy. So we just bought our supplies.

Ended up spending the night over at her house and we looked at pictures of naked men. That was mildly entertaining. There are a lot of severely disproportional people [men] in our world ladies--- let's think about what would be optimal for comfort before we just jump into sex, eh?

Now that I'm done with that public service announcement. I'm off to read Domininc Monaghan smut.

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edit: "We talked about stereotypes in Psychology... not English. My bad."

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We were talking about stereotypes in English today, and basically the class itself had to define these "stereotypical" sets of people.

I've been called many things in my life. But the one word that I absolutely cannot stand is poser. What the fuck is that anyway? Sure. I'll admit, these little sluts I see running around in American Eagle jeans and DC skate shoes, they kind of irk me, but is that any reason to throw around the word poser?

We are all posers at some point in our life. Hell. You shop around, so to speak, until you find a lifestyle that you're comfortable with. It's got to be some form of teenage transition. I can remember going from-- nerd to extreme prep. To a sort of gothic/punk phase. And have no settled on a borderline between nerd and prep, because I feel comfortable there. Just because I wore skater shoes and rubber bracelets etc. doesn't mean that I was posing. I just wanted to fit in.

Maybe that's what all these younger kids are just trying to do. It's not their fault, and to use such a derogatory word is just stupid. Everyone tries to fit in, and then you reach a certain point and you settle into your own groove. But you can't tell me that once in your life you didn't try to be something that you weren't. Everybody does it. At least once.

Sara burned me a CD and it totally rocks my fucking socks. This song though, Constantine, by Something Corporate makes me want to cry. It just seems so--- tear worthy to me. If I weren't currently congested, I might quietly shed tears, but I'm to busy trying to unclog my air passages.

Cold season sucks.

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God. I. Hate. School.

But most of all, I hate being sick and having to go to school because I know that if I miss one day I'll be so far behind.

I feel achy. Like I have no control over my limbs you know? And then there's this damn throat thing. I think I have strep. It's a possibility.

And it's almost Thanksgiving. Could we not just magically have the rest of the week off? Just a thought.

I'm irritated at some of my friends. I'll get over it eventually I guess. It's not really so much that big of a deal, but in retrospect it meant a lot to me, and some people just don't seem to give a damn. Anyway, have to get together with some other friends and work on one of the 80 million projects that I have due next month. *sigh*

I seriously think I'm going to die of over-stress. I need a back massage.

Or a labotomy.

I get to house sit for the neighbors this holiday weekend. I'm excited about it. I get to disable this house alarm thing.... dude. It's incredibly pimp. I feel all mission impossible, dashing my way across the garage. You see, when you enter the house, you only have so many seconds before you have to disable it.

*SQUEE*

Then I get to entertain their fat cat, dubbed, "Big Boy." Which is all the more entertaining for me because I've been plotting to kidnap their cat ever since I saw it.

Fat cats kick ass.

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I'm pleased with myself. I feel like a cave man who has just made fire.

*snicker*

Off to make toquitos. Grawr.

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Layout hunting.

Cheerio mate.

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