Why can you buy FLOWERS at nhl.com? That's SO retarded.   ¶ 2/09/2002 01:24:00 AM

  I hate Twisted Metal Black. I haven't even played it yet, and I hate it. And why the hell can't I have pretty bronze streaks in my hair? I used the Feria highlighting kit, and instead of putting streaks, it just kinda made my hair lighter all over. I could have done that for seven bucks instead of ten. That's three whole dollars (A pack of cigarettes, dammit!) wasted all to hell. Damn.

Did I mention that I hate Twisted Metal Black?  ¶ 2/09/2002 01:18:00 AM

  One of the programs I use to access the Student Information System on campus has gone all weird on me (actually not a result of Windows XP... imagine that). I had to ask someone in the registrar's office to pull reports for me, one of which was a list of all of the minority students in the School who are graduating seniors. Now, correct me if I'm wrong, but shouldn't that list include african-american students, too? Because it didn't.

This got me to thinking. Isn't "Minority" really just a nice way of saying "black"? Because unless you live in Texas, California, or Miami, when you use that word that is who you're talking about. Especially in the deep south. Despite any problems that I or anyone else might be able to see here, it's True.

...So why the hell didn't she put them on the damn list?  ¶ 2/08/2002 03:02:00 PM

  "You can lick our sauce but you can't beat our meat!"

That is the greatest ad campaign ever.   ¶ 2/07/2002 01:33:00 PM

  I had a thought about the female orgasm. Everytime a girl has the Big O, it's like casting Demi on her total Sexual Hit Points. She can keep having them, but they get less and less powerful while still reducing your SHP by 1/4, thus causing her to become weaker and weaker.   ¶ 2/07/2002 10:51:00 AM

  I've realized that my blog looks stupid on a mac. The colors are all wrong, the title is in the wrong font, and the borders are all wonky. Damn.   ¶ 2/06/2002 07:51:00 PM

  I was going to get off of the J-Lo ass and start off the whole "I read this book and this is what I thought about it" section of my site with Bard, because I just finished at lunch. And I have a whole lot to say about this book. But now, its almost 5:00. I can hear the Song of My Sofa calling to me... and the tv works, which is actually an unusual thing these days for me.

So. Laziness overcomes the urge to make webpages. Or talk about a book, which, frankly, while good, was a massive disappointment to me.   ¶ 2/06/2002 05:58:00 PM

  It may snow tonight. There's a part of me thinking, "Yay! Snow!" There's another part of me, though, that hopes desperately that no increment weather plagues us, because my apartment is falling apart. The insulation is so bad- there are literally cracks in the wall where you can see the sunlight streaming in. There is no way I can make it through another winter in this place. Not to mention the fact that I am afraid it will one day simply collapse, and Jeremy, who lives upstairs, will find me underneath his living room furniture.

  ¶ 2/05/2002 05:20:00 PM

  I went to San Antonio this weekend to visit my best friend's mom, who is something of an adopted mother to me, too. She's wickedly eccentric and independent, and she ran off to Saudi Arabia about 2 years ago, where her husband is a periodontist on an American compound. It was a nice visit, although it was short.

San Antonio surprised me. As a general rule, I don't like Texans. This rule extends to people who actually live there, not Texans who have migrated and have lived somewhere else for a while. As individuals, they're fine, but as an entire community there's a mentality that bugs the shit outta me. This is diffucult to explain unless you know some Texans- then you know what I mean. San Antonio had a completely different vibe, though, and I actually liked it. Didn't like the Alamo though. The Alamo embodies that whole Texas attitude thing.

We visited another mission a few miles outside of the city, Concepcion. It was beautiful. There was a grotto, and it was the most peaceful place. It was beautiful.   ¶ 2/05/2002 12:01:00 PM