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13 September, 2005 - 2:07 a.m.
Disgusting.

This story makes me sick. And this line is the kicker, "Officials added that the parents believed that because the children were autistic they should be kept in the cages for protection from each other." They're autistic, not homicidal, you fucking sickos. And if you can't handle one autistic child safely, then you shouldn't adopt eleven of them. It's not like they get put to sleep if they don't get adopted. This isn't the county animal shelter. Those parents should be beaten and locked in 3x3 wooden cages.

12 September, 2005 - 9:59 p.m.
i'm babbling again

The joys of the military: A strip club owner refuses to evacuate. Soldiers ask when they'll be open, rather than force them to leave. Hah! Those are my boys for ya.

Oh and kudos to Mike Brown for knowing when to leave. Party's over, dude. Pack your shit and go home.

I start my experiment tomorrow. I am pretty damn excited. I already have two people signed up for it! And one of them is the cute guy from that club I want to join. Whee. I spent some time today putting together packets for my participants. And making extra credit slips to give to them. And printing photos for them to look at. Thanks again, katehackett for letting me use your picture. She's a cutie, guys.

I am feeling much better, by the way. I ate some yogourt at school and drank some sweet tea so that I'd have some form of sugar in me. I also took a nap in my office between teaching my prof's classes. I got home 3-ish. I worked 2.5 hours longer than I get paid for, but I also fuck around a lot and wander around on campus when I should be sitting in my office waiting for him to give me something to do, so it works out in the long run. I helped some of the students with their project ideas. I offered assistance to both classes and let them know my hours and where to find me. You know, so I don't sit in my office doing nothing all day. Anyway, I ate a bagel when I got home and took a nap. And then I got up and went to Wendy's for my dinner. Yum.

12 September, 2005 - 9:43 a.m.
Some of this entry is not for the weak of heart. Or stomach.

T and I went out last night. We went to our bar. (Our Bar. Hah.) It was karaoke night and the dj is a sweet guy but comes on really strong in a skeezy kind of way. Like as in asking me when I'm going to start modeling, telling me I'm so hot, etc. Bleh.

I wore jeans I haven't fit into in six months. Yay! Yay for my beer and junk food diet! Thanks to it, I've lost 12 pounds. Fuckin-A. Actually, I've probably just lost weight because I eat all this junk and drink too much and then, when I put healthy food in my belly, I get sick. Woohoo.

Anyway, it was karaoke night. And it was hysterical. I tried to bluff this guy out of getting me to sing because I hate doing karaoke. I always feel like my insides are shaking down into my right foot. And why is it just my right foot, for god's sake? Anyway, the damn book of karaoke choices did NOT have "I think we're alone now" (by Tiffany, you youngins. Remember the mall hair, you people my age? And how she was on tour with NKOTB? I wanted to go SO bad! And my mother would not let me have Aquanet or large dangly hoop earrings. grr.) and the guy was like "if he has it, will you do it?" And I was drunk and said yes, knowing that it wasn't in the book. And the DJ had it anyway. Fuck. So I changed my selection to Letters To Cleo "Here and Now" because I could hear that in my head (and therefore remembered sort of what key it was supposed to be in) and I totally blanked on "I think we're alone now" just then. It didn't suck as much as I'd expected, nor as much as I wanted it to. Next time, Gadget. Next time. (Mrrroooowrrr!) (If you're under the age of 20, please disregard my Inspector Gadget joke. You won't get it anyway.)

I woke up feeling ok. I took a shower. Then I felt aweful. WTF. I dressed and put on makeup and did all that getting ready stuff. I left the house, put my stuff in the car, ran back inside, and threw up. Awesome. Thankfully, I haven't eaten since yesterday afternoon. I will tell you this: Vomiting milk is really gross looking. Just so you know. And milk is as smooth coming back up as it is going down. Hah.

I taught my professor's class today. It was enjoyable. I taught literally for 30 minutes and let them go. I made a nice little powerpoint presentation all about the exciting world of variables (independent and dependent). Isn't that just fascinating? I tried to make it fun, though, and they laughed. AND participated! Swell. Just swell. And I am just a teeny bit hungover, but I don't think they noticed. Maybe I'll eat today. Maybe not. Whatever.

11 September, 2005 - 3:21 p.m.
and I don't have a hangover

Hello folks. Please send well-wishes to Kaye and her son Jonas, who is very small and was born prematurely and, well, is not doing so well. ok? ok.

You know, four years ago I wondered if today's date would always be depressing to me. So far, it has been. We'll see if I cry today. I just woke up, so things are looking good.

I went out last night to a gathering/bbq and got very drunk. I came home at six this morning. That's about the time that I decided that I could probably drive again. hah. I did not count on it being very very foggy, but I was only five minutes from home, so no big deal. I am going to get something to eat. Oh yeah. That would be a good idea.

10 September, 2005 - 1:57 p.m.
brief update

We went to a play last night. "The complete works of Wm. Shakespeare (abridged)". I've seen it before and it's fucking funny. This version was done by three teenagers at the local Roxy and it was great.

I am seriously thinking about joining one of the clubs in my department at school because there's a cute guy in it. And they've been soliciting me for two years now, but they never told me they do fun stuff. If I would have known that there were activities such as beer and scrapbooking, I would have given my $5 to them two years ago. And a cute guy. Sweet.

My right wrist has been hurting me for about three weeks. Fuck. I have no idea what I've done to it this time. As you may have guessed, I fuck up my wrists all the damn time. It hurts to type, to hold a pen, to play with my PDA, to hold a remote control. etc. What the hell do I do about it with no insurance? Argh.

Oh, and someone might have maybe caught me "doing the robot" in my car yesterday. hypothetically.

I get to teach two of my professor's classes on monday. One of them, i've never even taken. Hah.

08 September, 2005 - 11:50 a.m.
fucking useless.

See? I could be doing something to help if I had a license. Fuuuck. See how useless I am right now? I did go give blood today, though, and had my own personal escort through the building. I accidentally wound up in the ROTC area of the building. He was cute. heh.

07 September, 2005 - 11:16 p.m.
all we need is just a little patience

I had my first "running into a former patient at the bar" experience tonight. Apparently, the individual sees me there all the time and finally figured out where he or she knows me from. And decided to talk to me for about half an hour. Whee. AWKWARD.

I've been trying to get in touch with JamieStar of diaryland fame to send her some cds that I'd promised to send her about six months ago before my burner died, but her diaryland email apparently hates my email. And I have lost my Outlook, so I don't have her other emails any more. So. Anybody that can get in touch with her, have her email me. Eddie Izzard, yo.

06 September, 2005 - 9:03 p.m.
no, really. i'm not fucking around.

The best product reviews ever written. No, really. They are hysterical.

I had a busy day. Yeah, I know. Another one. WTF?

Today I made a bunch of copies of my prof's roll sheet in which I had to fold it a bunch of different ways to get the information I wanted next to the students' names. I could have just typed it and it would have taken a hell of a lot less time, but that's the way he wanted it done. So whatever. I went back and looked at the research I was doing for my prof on attitudes about people with disabilities and had to get the abstracts for all the articles because apparently putting a link underneath the title of the article wasn't easy enough. No problem. I have it under control. I taught T's class. I turned in copies of my application for graduation to (a) the department secretary, (b) the graduate office secretary, and (c) the registrar's office where it is supposed to go, but where they lose them quite frequently. Sometimes two or three times. I figure that I'm covering my ass by turning in copies to all of the departments that I deal with. JUST IN CASE. I'm not fucking around.

I went through the old copies of my thesis and made sure that I had entered all my corrections from my meeting with my committee in April. I labelled all the copies as "completed" so that I don't get confused again when I look at them and wonder when I edited them. And I put the date on them so I'd know when I did it. I made sure that my IRB revised application and cover letter had all the corrections on them so that I could go ahead and submit that. I've already got permission to start my research, but I have to submit some corrections about how data will be stored. Apparently, it's supposed to be stored in the department chair's office, which was a surprise to him. I'll show him the letter and he can take it up with them. I'm not fucking around. I filled out a "change of program of study" form because my course requirements include two six-hour courses (internship and thesis) that I took over two semesters (four three-hour courses) instead of taking them all at once and getting stressed out. Half a thesis last spring, half this fall. Half my internship this summer, half this fall. You know, break it up a little. I have to get three more signatures on that form. Bleh.

I got together my call for participants forms (the approved verbal and written versions) and emailed all the professors who teach general psychology so that I can get permission to come to their classes to pimp out my research. Yay for participants. I have one appointment already for Friday morning. I posted a notice on the research board in the hall by the front office with little tear-tags so that people walking down the hall can get the info and contact me. Seriously, I need 60 male students all over the age of 18, which is why I need to go to general classes. Many more dudes take general than the other courses. I think it's a requirement or something. Either way, I'm going. Wish me luck.

06 September, 2005 - 1:15 p.m.
more Katrina business

Ok, people. I don't know if it's hormones or what. Maybe I'm on empathy overload. Maybe I'm just being human. This story made me cry right here in my office. Good thing I'm back here in the labrynth.

06 September, 2005 - 9:40 a.m.
Penis cookies

Oh. I finally got the pictures from H2's birthday. As promised, here are the cookies.

Enjoy.

06 September, 2005 - 12:43 a.m.
i'm babbling to you when i should be asleep

Our slumber party was everything I wanted it to be, sans pillow fight. We pigged out on junk food, watched a dvd (Drop Dead Gorgeous, which I love and cackle hysterically at every time), put on face masks (took pictures), and played Balderdash.

Balderdash seems to be our boardgame of choice, though I think we may have to stop playing it for a while until we forget how to pick out each others' answers so clearly. I liked the old version better than the new one. If you've never played, Balderdash is a game where you get to write a fake answer (a definition of a wierd word, the meaning of an acronym, the plot to a movie, who someone is, finishing the end of a wierd law) and then they all get read out loud and you have to vote for the right answer. You get points if you guess the right answer or if your answer gets guessed as the right answer by others. Mine are always pretty telling. I write stuff like "Cheap Shot: a heartwarming tale about a small town whore who makes good" or "zyzzyva: russian word meaning 'only has one vowel'". hah.

Anyway, I also brought my guitar because H2 was all excited about me learning how to play Mr. Bigg's "to be with you" for her and then she lost interest halfway through me playing it. I actually had to remind her that we were in the middle of a song and she still fizzled out. Hah! That'll teach me to learn crappy songs from the 90s. It's ok though. It's been a long weekend.

What a weekend:I spent the night with three women. I got hit on by yet another soldier. I vomited. And I had horrible horrible cramps. Yay. (one of these things is not like the others.) Today, I didn't even bother getting out of my pajamas. I left H2's house, came home, unloaded my stuff, and went right back to bed. I slept until 4-ish, got up, ate, and watched tv all day. I thought about calling people, but god damn if my fucking body isn't rebelling against me. My uterus is apparently pissed off at me and it's letting me know in a very painful physical way. Drugs aren't working. Fuuuuck.

Tomorrow (sometime) T's boyfriend leaves for Iraq for a year, so I'd appreciate any thoughts and prayers in his direction. And maybe if you want to deposit money in my Paypal account so we can fly her overseas to visit him halfway through his tour. Or you could just give us money anyway. We don't turn down cash.

And can I tell you something very dorky about me? (like everything else is cool or something, right?) Ok, here is one of the very many dorky things about me... If there's something on television about ancient Rome, Egypt, Greece, the DaVinci Code (and the associated lore), I will not leave my room for hours. I will sit here and watch it and only leave during commercial breaks. And I really had to pee earlier, but I kept watching. Man. I thought it would never go to commercial break, but it finally did. I can't turn that shit off. It's still on (repeated from earlier tonight) and I'm still watching. I just saw this two hours ago. And if CSI (Vegas) is on? Forget it. Unless I've seen the episode three or four times, I'll sit there and watch until it's over. Thanks, Spike, for your marathons.

My right wrist hurts. I wish I had an incredible sports story or something to tell with it. Mostly, it's just my tendonitis acting up. Probably been playing too many games on my PDA, which is what I do when I'm watching tv while waiting for something to come on tv. Which means "a lot".

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