*gesticulates helplessly*

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH!!!!

It makes me smile when people think innovatively. I really like that.

WB 14-5

Una consulta con Walter Mercado

You have consulted the famous Latin psychic, Walter Mercado, to read your future. He asks what you will do or what you think your friends will do when his predictions occur. For each situation write a complete sentence using the future. Follow the model.

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Some psychic. How does he not know?

The BBC allegedly believes most people will have only read 6 of the 100 books here:

How do your reading habits stack up? [bold those books you've read in their entirety, italicize the ones you started but didn't finish]

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So, 20 for me, unless I counted wrong. I'm not unhappy that the number's low, really, because many of the books on that list are ones that I make a point of not reading (The Da Vinci Code, for example, or On the Road). There's a few on there that are on my list of Books I Have to Read, but not too many. Still, I was thinking that I really should start reading more again, and then I remembered that oh right, I have. I just haven't finished anything recently. Let's see, right now I'm reading Young Zaphod Plays It Safe, Expecting Adam, Anne of Windy Poplars, Stiffed, and am about 900 pages into Don Quixote, which I started reading over two years ago. So maybe I don't need to be quite so quick with the self-flagellation.

(answer translated in BabelFish for your convenience: "My artists preferred are Anúna, a group of Irish singers, Veerle Casteleyn, a dancer, and Phillip sleeping Car, a writer."

...Well, it made me laugh, anyway.

THAT

GUY

IS

BACK.

About the only thing I like about this school is its always-open computer lab. Granted, this is KU, so the lab is located halfway to nowhere and is not very much fun to get to on nights like this, but still, always! open! That is not to be sneezed at.

For some strange reason, the lab tends to be pretty empty at this hour, but just now some guy came in. He is talking to himself. I can just barely make out what he is saying as he roots around at the other end of the room. Apparently he has forgotten something and does not relish the idea of having to traverse back to his starting point to get it. (I can sympathize.) However, he talks to himself with a fluency and ease that suggests he's been doing this for awhile, possibly for years. This unnerves me. I mean, I talk to myself too, a lot, but at least I'm usually self-aware enough not to do it in front of other people.

And now he has walked across the room (TOWARDS ME D: ) and into the bathroom, and shut and locked the door. And he is still talking to himself. The talking (and if this guy truly has no internal monologue, I can only guess what the topic of conversation is) is occasionally interspersed with grunts and groans of pleasure. Do not want. Headphones going in, Across the Universe coming on, now...

I still want a screen saver of this--just without the type. It's my favorite part of Disney movies of a certain age.

Laura: Hi, I'd like to deposit this check.
Nice Bank Teller: Oh, um... (looking at the deposit slip) Is this your account number?
Laura: ...Yes...
NBT: (looking at computer) Oh, it is an account number! Wow, it sure is short! You must have opened this account a long time ago!
Nice Desk Lady: Is there anything I can help you with?
Laura: Yes, my account balances are kind of low right now and I was wondering if I was being charged any fees for that.
NDL: (looking at her computer) Well, normally we would, but we've grandfathered your account. Apparently you opened this account before the current rules applied. Did you used to bank with [One Merger Ago Bank]?
Laura: Actually, with [Two Mergers Ago Bank].
NDL: I see.

Laura's Friend: Oh wow, I feel so old! I must be the oldest person here! Tomorrow I'll be able to drink.
Laura: ...

James: I used to watch this when I was a kid!
Laura: ...I used to watch this when I was a kid.

Crrrrrrrrreeeeeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaakkkkkkkkkkkk.

This, as far as I know, is not something you hear about every day.

Well, it's good to see that the media in this country are on the ball. They're certainly not going to let someone as powerful as our soon-to-be President get away with fudging his answers and deceiving the American people. No sirree. In a dark, confusing world, torn by poverty and war, Tom Brokaw talks about the issues that matter.

PS: It heartens me that they've finally decided that Obama's physical fitness is actually a good thing, let alone that it keeps him worthy to occupy the White House even though he lies to the American people.

http://news.yahoo.com/s/politico/20081203/pl_politico/26780_1

Now can the cool parts of the movie kick in please? I want to beat aliens up to the tune of a kicky techno-opera!

Oh my goodness. It happened. It really happened. I was so afraid it wouldn't happen but it did. It happened.

1) I voted.
2) While aware that I was voting for an imperfect candidate, I did not doubt that I had made the right choice, which made a very nice change.
3) I remember who I voted for, which, again, nice change.
4) Which means that I can be sure that for literally the first time in my life, the candidate I was rooting for won.

I just dug a dollar twenty-five in change out of the couch cushions and got a celebretory Butterfingers. I feel an attack of the giggles coming on.

Do good, Mr. Obama. Please, do good.

This makes me happy.

Good stuff.

Woosh! Pow! Hop hop hop. Woosh. Slap. Punch! Hop! Hop--POW! ...stare.

I'm going home this weekend!

I should be studying for my midterms right now. Actually I should be taking my midterm right now. I am doing neither. I'm sure I will regret this intensely on Monday but right now...I just can't make myself care. And it actually feels kind of nice. Whatever. I been productive today. I go home this weekend yay!

There are undoubtedly worse places than this to discover that your bike's brakes don't work anymore, but gosh, I hope I never have to find out where they are.

I try not to have too many "Kids These Days" moments. I really do. But there are people in school with me who do not know how a record player works. The teacher had to explain it to them, with details and hand gestures and everything.

Is it Bifocal Time for me?