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You're South Carolina!
As far as you're concerned, comparisons made between you and a chicken
have been greatly exaggerated. You prefer to think of yourself as a wren, able to belt
out a tune when the moment calls for it. You're also inexplicably obsessed with palm
trees, though you have been known to cut them down. Part of that whole love-hate
obsession business, most likely. Good times never seemed so good.
Take the State Quiz
at the Blue Pyramid.
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Yale
You're second best, and you know it. Still, those
riding the crimson wave may be slightly
smarter, slightly more prestigious, but you
know you're hipper. I mean, you're not hip --
your a nerd, for fuck's sake -- but you're
hipper.
Which Ivy League University is right for YOU?
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I AM 66% EVIL GENIUS!  Evil courses through my blood. Lies and deceit motivate my evil deeds. Crushing the weaklings and idiots that do nothing but interfere in my doings. |
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Don't ever go there! It is really shitty. I did not enjoy myself at all. Since I quit gambling about 20 minutes earlier than the rest of my group, I had plenty of time to ponder human psychology. Basically, any way you look at it, the casino has you beat. Think about it: they spend years getting it down to a science (the noise, the layout, just the right amount of payouts to keep you going, the lighting, etc.). They know EXACTLY how you think. Because of this, they will always win in the end. It's not even worth stepping inside.
I think it would be really interesting to conduct a scientific experiment comparing the gambling habits of those who had a positive first-time gambling experience to the habits of those who had a negative first-time gambling experience. I would hypothesize (and I'm almost sure that I'm right) that those who won money in their first gambling experience would ultimately end up losing substantially more over their lifetime.
I'm down $7, plus $1.60 for the basket of fries. Plus part of my soul is gone.
What a depressing place. It's like the bong juice of humanity. |
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(Christina wrote this)
Reporting live from the scene of the Krause Haus where the mouse and his spouse are currently stirring from their slumber to go about their nocturnal exploits of mischief and reproduction.
The rain is pounding steadily upon the window and the contrast of the monitor is far too bright for ocular comfort. Proletaria is a topic of discussion--a piece of metal-pressed, industrial proletaria, to be more specific. For future reference, such finery is an excellent conversation topic and can result in bouts of giggling. Bouts of giggling seems to be a running theme, as well as the occasional fantasy sexploit.
Alas, this rambling will get us nowhere, let us pick a subject which will hopefully be more entertaining.
The Top Ten List du Jour
Clothes/accessories that Andy should not be seen wearing in public.
10) Stilettos
9) Grandma underwear
8) Nothing
7) Flare jeans
6) Fishnets
5) Baseball caps
We need to break for a quote right now: "I can't curve them because they hurt my head because my head is so big!"
4) Side nasal piercing
3) Pieces of metal-pressed, industrial proletaria
2) Anything floral print
1) Harvard paraphernalia
As you can see, this journal entry so far is a failure and I tempted to delete it. However, for your pain (or pleasure), I will compose a poem about Andy for you to read. A haiku, for good measure.
Waspish criticism
Flies with hasty frustration
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I bought the Clinton book...the 42nd copy purchased today from Eden
Prairie Barnes & Noble. I should be busy for a while...now I
have a rare dilemma though, because The Nation also came today with a
very educated 30-or-so page panel on marriage--and they brought in all
facets of marriage, with a legitimate interest in saving the
institution (without exclusive regards to gay marriage, which they
certainly support). Finally some educated writing that includes
now-diverse and under published writing on reality TV marriage, divorce,
etc. Finally someone ventured to write about OTHER marriage
issues in order to propose solutions for a societal problem. Even
I am surprised that the most liberal of all media is essentially writing
from a pragmatic perspective...I think it shows that conservatives have
fabricated the gay marriage issue because it is so unpopular and
brought it to the front during a national election year so that they
can a.) create a perception of an irregularly liberal government and
the corresponding candidates for office and b.) ignore MUCH more
poignant and crucial national issues where conservative policy is
miserably failing.
Thank you, The Nation, for defining a strong liberal voice in the
election year...gay marriage is not and should not be a factor in
today's problematic society.
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I'm a delivery driver for the sandwich place now! I feel like my life has been full of high school cliche jobs. Think of it: pizza maker, costumed character, cashier, busser, delivery boy, telemarketer...I feel like I am on the road to a terminal career as a Wal-Mart store manager. That would SUCK, especially since I loathe Wal-Mart at least as much as Satan. Honestly, why can't I do better than this? Where did I go wrong? How did all my friends end up with seemingly more important summer jobs? I can just see myself getting to school and my roommate saying, "I did AIDS research in Zimbabwe this summer...what did YOU do?"
Of course, the flip side to all of this is that I really have gained a very real experience by making sandwiches for far too many hours during the school year and thus enhancing my connection and understanding of mainstream society--so when I am CEO of WeOwnYou, Inc. I will be able to be like, "I understand their plight, bitch!" to my assistants who are lobbying to pay our assembly-line employees ten cents more than minimum wage and I can defy corporate models by rationalizing that profit can be slightly reduced in order to pay people living wages. God, it's sad that that notion actually WOULD BE revolutionary.
The other sad thing is that I still don't have it as bad as most...I truly feel sorry for the laborers of this country, especially those whose lifetime careers involve low-paying hourly wage jobs such as fast food or factory work.
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It's finally time to start my paper. I worked for about four hours. Damn, working at fast food is so menial. I realized today that I could totally use my Roly Poly T-shirt in conjunction with a trucker hat, baggy pants, a spiky belt, and a corduroy jacket to look totally proletariat-chic next year when cruising NYC or something.
I got ten minutes of sleep last night. TEN FUCKING MINUTES. After coming to school to turn my portfolio in before what I thought was a before-first-hour deadline, I realized that I didn't need it until the afternoon. I went home and went to sleep. For three hours. I came to school exclusively for band and had quite a nice time. I stuck around for government and went to work.
Now, at almost 9:00 at night, its time to embark on a five-page English paper. I'm hoping that this doesn't turn into a repeat of last night. It just isn't worth it. I work every day between now and next Monday and I don't have any time to take catch-up naps after school. I think it is ironic that I have worked harder this quarter than ever before...so much for senioritis.
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When I saw the article on the bottom of the front page, I felt sick. The thought that our culture cares about where famous people sit at the Timberwolves games is disgusting. While we run trite, ridiculous stories on the front page, several stories about the conflicts in the middle east are buried in the paper. I can more easily understand how people acquire hatred of our culture. If I was living in an oppressed ethnicity in a nondemocratic nation that exported to the US, I would most certainly perceive Americans as arrogant, frivolous, and materialistic. It is unfortunate that the StarTribune feels that it needs to compromise true journalistic priorities in order to provide fillers that are not newsworthy for the sake of higher profit. |
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Being a sandwich was one of the most fun/odd/humiliating/out of place/scary/claustrophobic experiences of my life. Here are the pictures:
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