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Hello, gentle reader; how the hell ya doin'? Me? Oh, fine. A little bored, perhaps, what with Spring Break this week and all. Yawn. I suppose if I were sunnin' it somewhere with all kinds of fresh fruit lying around, a hammock to laze the day away in, the sound of surf, warm sand under my feet, and tons of illicit indoor activities with a certain someone after browning my skin all day, not to mention the odd exotic alcoholic drink and mad jungle drum music pounding away down the beach a bit, my attitude might be somewhat different. But since I'm still here, going nowhere all that exciting - unless you count the Whole Foods at the bottom of the hill, and I don't really think you can - it's really not all that arrousing to be Spring Breakin' it. Is that how you spell "arrousing"? It looks odd, but frankly, I am too lazy to look. Sue me. Bygones. So, let's see...my academic record is looking fairly decent. It's a good thing, too, because lemme tell ya, the last two weeks of design class, I got my ass kicked. There was the penultimate project, for which I stayed up 40 hours or more, a solid, *straight* 18 of which were spent bending over a drafting table, an experience I do most definitely NOT recommend, as it is exceedingly painful and takes some time to recover from, especially if you have injured your back any time in the last year. One's back tends to lock up a tad after such an experience. And yes, I am talking a straight 18 hours, with no break. And while drafting for a full straight 18 hours might sound like quite the keen adventure, no, my friends, it is not. Please do not be lulled into such an experience, as it is somewhere far below the fun enjoyability quotient of being lulled into whitewashing a fence in 100+ degree weather by your buddy Tom. (Sawyer, for those of you a tad slow on the uptake. My point is that it *isn't fun*.) And then there was the last project, in which I had a whopping 2.25 hours in which to design a project from start to finish. This was supposed to teach me time management and to make decisions rapidly. I do not think it was that much of a success, since I spent the first hour of said 2.25 staring at the base map and wondering things like "how does the turn-around in the driveway fit there," and "what kind of building material should I use," instead of just drawing the damn thing out. Then I spent another hour wondering which plants to put where, a task I usually find much less daunting, but when you have a time limit such that you're already stressed out about not having enough time, and you know you have already squandered almost half of it, it's much harder to know where to put the plants. See, normally, I draw in the plants and then figure out what they will be. But in this instance, I was supposed to kind of choose my plants ahead of time, which I found more of a hindrance than a help, because all I could think of was what plant to put where, instead of just drawing my damn circles and *then* figuring out what they were, which is actually how you design. So I spent the last bit of time madly drawing leaderlines and literally scribbling what it was the leaders were identifying, because I figured the best-placed circles in the world weren't going to help me one whit if they weren't called out. I started out neatly labelling my call-outs, but it became rapidly apparent this tactic wasn't going to work, so the result was an amalgam of neatly labelled plants and materials and hastily scrawled (in cursive, in some cases) plant names at the end of desperately arching leader lines. Really, I am amazed I got a B on the thing, especially since I didn't even manage to finish it. Imagine my chagrine and shock that some people not only finished their nice and neatly drawn designs with perfectly straight leaders and impeccably lettered call-outs, but also had the unmitigated gall to draw in LAWN FURNITURE. Seriously. Lounge chairs and dining furniture. Really, it was quite beyond the pale. I pretty much wanted to strangle them. In my head, I did. (Bygones, fellow classmates, but you guys SUCK.) I figured I failed it, so the B I got was a nice and very pleasant surprise. Woohoo! :) Katie's Favorite Site of the Week: Bygones. Excellent Quote(s) of the Day: I am totally with you on *that*, dude. "War is the last refuge of the small-minded and the lost." --Mark Morford, San Francisco Chronicle, in his piece titled "A prayer for George Dubya," April 16, 2003. You called that right, Mark. If only your prayer *could* come to pass. I'd love to see the universe kick the Shrub's ass. "Don't plan out the rest of your life before you write your paper." --Diaryland diarist jzyjsmalls' Mom Word, Mom. Excellent advice. I wish *my* mom had been like that. My mom was all about the planning out of life waaaaay before any papers were written. Can I just say, that makes for a very stressful life. It also makes the writing of papers more difficult. But that's probably a digression. This is an oldie, but I just came across it: So there. Kiss my ass, you "don't-say-anything-bad-about-Bush" mindless rabid-American assholes. Bygones. According to an email I got purporting to consist of actual sex laws in this country, and which quotes as its source Ovi's World of the Bizarre: "The only acceptable sexual position in Washington D.C. is the missionary-style position. Any other sexual position is considered illegal." That explains a lot. Say it again, Mike Mike has a page on his site called Operation Oily Residue, with links to all kinds of stories (actual press stories, not the concocted kind, though I suppose like any other journalistic endeavor, some could be concocted, but let us not get into the ramifications of stories fraudulently concocted for the sake of Pulitzer Prizes just at the moment, 'kay; it's not like this is 60 Minutes and I'm drivin' a Pinto - but I digress) about Idiotboy's misbegotten adventure into Iraq. You can get there thisaway. Huh? Stupid Quote(s) of the Day: Uh-huh. Smoke another one, George. No one is actually *that* stupid. Not even clueless John Q. American Public. Bygones. And just think: Lola is fully in check right now. Oh; that reminds me. I dyed my hair black. Once I got over the shock, it looked kinda cool. And The Boyfriend's family (mother, sister-in-law, and SIL's teenage daughter) all said it looks great. And the waiter was checkin' me out HARD, though that was not a good thing, because a) it was kinda creepy, he was so dedicated to the activity, and b) I love The Boyfriend, whom I was clearly with and sitting next to, so it was pretty rude. Plus, he had a really stupid looking goatee, and what kind of idiot dyes his hair orange??? He made me really uncomfortable, so I refused to address him in any way the entire dinner, except to wag my empty tea glass at him once, when the nice waiter Jim was not around. Normally I do not hold with wagging an empty glass at a waiter, as it's really pretty rude, but seriously, the guy was pushing it. But anyway. Actually, my hair does look good now, but the first day or two...scary. Like, Halloween wig scary. I don't know if you dye your hair, gentle reader, especially the male of you, but especially when you go a darker color, the first few days, it's all the same flat color. No shine, no highlights, no lowlights, just all the same dull whatever. In this case, "neutral" black. It really did look like a Halloween wig, and I thought "uh-oh". But then the shine came back and my own natural highlights came thru (so now it's more like a really really dark brown), and it looks really good. I may keep it this way for a while. At least TB has laid off the remarks about the red, which he apparently didn't like, and swears I look horrible in. Not, apparently, horrible enough to dissuade him from the desire to get laid (by me) when we were dating, but now that we are an item, a couple, a relationship, NOW he thinks the red is awful. It's actually not red. It's auburn (say red-brown for the guys among you), and the color my hair naturally is when I've spent a lot of time in the summer sun. But whatever. At least he's stopped the grousing for now. And that's all I have to say for the day. A' bientot, mes amis. Peace out, copyright 2002
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