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It's been a year now since I recall last nights' dreams, Corporate Sucker
Be sure to check out the White House's ads that try virulently to guilt viewers into not buying drugs. I'm sure you saw them. From inside the empty hour That was most likely a run-on sentence, but it is late and I'm allowed. And I'm not bitching about the money--it is more money than many people make in one week--but that's under 10%! You can determine from my tip percentage the caliber of tonight's clientele. Fucking shabby.
I tried to swindle Matt into working my headwait shift, but he had this lame excuse. Something about a birthday. The man, the myth, the Columbian legend (Tennessee, that is) MR2 added me to his daily dose...as a pack of cigarettes. I am pretty sure he is unaware that I've recently kicked the habit, because that would be too, too cruel. We don't need no stinking title!
All eight benevolent souls who took the test faired pretty well, with Bill (one of two whom had the balls to state their name :) getting the only 'B.' As for Someone, nobody and anonymous: You may think you know me, but...I, um...have no idea who you are. So, spill it.
I'm finally getting adjusted to my early morning wake-up calls. I still set my alarm for 7:30 when never once have I put my bare toes on the cold, mean hardwood floors before 8. Some call it 'denial.' I call it holding out hope.
Rather everytime it strikes 7:30 a.m., I maniacally slap the snooze button and begin this sub-human ability to sleep while counting down the next ten minutes in my head. I will usually wake up once or twice before the snooze alarm goes off, and inevitably just *know* that I have 4 (or 2, or 6) minutes left before alarm number two sounds. I then spend the next 30 minutes trying to wrangle my mass of flat and frizzy curls into some passing form of a ponytail. Then it is a fast bath (more like a dunk, really), a quick, but thorough, brushing of the teeth and then its out the door chugging a Slim-Fast shake. I am lazy and dumb.
I saw In the Bedroom yesterday after work. It was so good, I'm going to save my comments for later. Here are a couple of photos I took of the sunset on Wednesday:
Oh and, it's funny how people, no matter how briefly they are in your life, abstract
misc etc. Dear, dear diary, I'm thrilled to now have the oppurtunity to take it, because even after only three weeks the course has prompted a lot of thinking, and even meditating, on my part. I think I have been ready for a course like this for some time and all I needed was a green light to begin exploring all the multitudes of disciplines and religions that fall under the heading "philosophy." I am also grateful that my professor has the skills and the time to create a web site that makes it effortless to turn in assignments and to further explore any avenue you find remotely intriguing.
And gods bless the man for his clean and easy design. I've found that good designers college professors do not make. (Excluding, of course those three design professors we've got on staff.) Speaking of excellent design, Matt finished up Aireline's web site. I'm gonna have to get Matt to teach me how to use Dreamweaver, cause his stuff looks badass. I stumbled upon this FriendTest at crayonbox.org and I couldn't resist building my own. In ten questions discover: How well do you know Brittney? Top score is a 100 and you can have the correct answers emailed back to you. Pretty nifty. And if you take the quiz, which you would be a fool not to, please let me know you did so by signing in the comment link below or using a name on the test I'll recognize.
I saw the Mothman Prophecies the other day. Somebody lied and told me this is scary. Instead, it is cloaked in mediocrity. (Although the Lao Tsu claims that embracing one's mediocrity is the Way to inner peace, but I digress, since that's really all I know... [P.S. I've changed the test to ten questions, so David, whoever you are (Did you guess your way to a good score 'cause I don't a know a David--not one that knows me that well anyway...), sorry about deleting your score of 52 out of 60. Let's see if I can't stump you with ten questions instead of six, eh?] comment Rain, rain went away.
Today was the first day for sun all week long. I welcomed it completely. I spent the last two days a little depressed. The weather was deadful and non-stop. It caused the interstates to jam up and my hair to frizz up and I basically felt like butt.
Rather than throw a teeny tantrum whilst sitting in gridlock traffic, in the rain, I took pictures.
Thursday morning, this was my view for more than an hour:
This was my driveway:
And just so you get the full effect, more rain:
Also, I've added some pictures to Shutter to Think, and
For your consideration:
USS Clueless
Oh, and I'm thrilled to say it isn't that I've been to lazy to update my layout, I am still 100% smoke free. Only one relapse in 6 weeks. Get all sticky with it.
Hello Kitty has no mouth, but hey, cocaine goes up your nose! [via usr/bin/girl]
Movies featured at Sundance I'm dying to see:
Storytelling
Oh, and I saw The Anniversary Party last night. Don't bother. Really. I turned it off with only 10 more minutes left to go. It's a stinker.
I want to go to this, but I'm a little wary about the other festivalers. I mean, what kind of weirdo flies to Washington to watch an old t.v. show for around $600?
I'm not gonna hold my breath, but could this rumor be even remotely true?
And lastly, according to this medieval vocational personality test, I am a Dreamer/Minstrel. Of course...
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