| The Real World is bad for me... |
[04 Jan 2004|04:30am] |
The episode on tonight is where Kate (Ace's girlfriend) comes to town, and he talks about snuggling with her and everything (he's a big touchy-feely kinda guy on the show) and it just makes me miss her, because I miss her so much already.
That didn't really make sense.
But it's late (early) and I'm tired.
Suffice it to say, I just want to be with her always. And for some reason I can't be. So I am sad. I just want to hold her hand and stroke her hair.
Grr.
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[31 Dec 2003|01:12am] |
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Kristen is cool.
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| Great leaps in technological advancement! |
[27 Dec 2003|01:45am] |
So we have a wireless router. So I can use my computer in my room!! So my dad walks in when I first try to test it out and says "We figure now you won't go to bed until the wee hours of the morning, or even the big ones!"
Thought that was funny.
More on Christmeezy later!
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[20 Dec 2003|05:35am] |
LESS THAN 40 HOURS BEFORE I SEE THE LOVE OF MY LIFE!!!
I'm too excited.
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| You rock! |
[11 Dec 2003|05:41pm] |
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Margaret, you are awesome. We all think you are the shit. I hope things are going okay.
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| So THIS is why I haven't changed my major... |
[09 Dec 2003|04:16am] |
...because I get to learn neato stuff every so often. For example, how do refrigerator doors seal? I always assumed there were magnets mounted in the edge of the door behind the rubber gasket. It turns out, the rubber gasket is formed having been doped with a hard ferrite (a strong permanent magnet processed in powder form). So the rubber strip itself is magnetic! Wowzers!
Maybe you think that's dumb, but I thought it was really cool that the rubber strip is the magnetic part!
Oh, so you don't believe me? Take a refrigerator magnet or a paper clip or staple, and bend the rubber gasket away from the door a little, so the orientation is off. Your object will be attracted to the rubber layer, not the direction of the large metal door.
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| Whoa. |
[22 Nov 2003|04:44am] |
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This has been a big weekend. Last night, we get a leak in the fire sprinklers. Tonight, we first have a police well-being investigation based on an anonymous suicide tip. Then we have a suicide attempt in the other building, and some random person who is a friend of a friend winds up talking her out of it. Then we have an alcohol violation with a fifth of gin and an enormous bottle of Triple Sec. Then we have someone kick in the tempered safety glass in the front door, and the security guy chases him down until the police arrive. When we're there cleaning up the shards, some Canadian guy comes in needing to be escorted, because he left his wallet in some slutty freshman's room. And there's definitely something sketchy aboot those Canucks, eh?
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| Dammit. |
[17 Nov 2003|03:19am] |
So a mediation between two drama-oriented residents turns into a major guilt trip. Way to let little things spiral out of control, dumbass. Why don't I take them more seriously? If they mention it, it bothers them! GARGH! Oh well, I'm doing my best to rectify the situation as BDAVE, SUPER RCA FOR THE AGES!!!
Anyway, now for some homework.
Oh, and sorry I couldn't call you back, honey.
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| Hmm... |
[12 Nov 2003|05:48am] |
Burning bridges = bad.
Must stop being vindictive.
Also on the to-do list: grow a spine and some self control and get myself the hell back on a reasonable sleep schedule.
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[09 Nov 2003|03:45am] |
I can't explain all the feelings that you're making me feel;
My heart's in overdrive, and you're behind the steering wheel.
Who else loves the new terribly bad Darkness song "I Believe in a Thing Called Love?"
In other news, the ALACHUA COUNTY FAIR ROCKS!!! It was much fun. I have pictures and a video of Margaret, Kathalina, and I there last night, soon to be posted with a nice narrative on the event.
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[07 Nov 2003|10:21am] |
Eb major - you are warm and kind, always there for
your friends, who are in turn there for you.
You are content with your comfortable life and
what you are currently achieving; if you keep
in this state you will go far.
what key signature are you?
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[07 Nov 2003|03:05am] |
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So I'm watching this show about kid's lunch boxes and it was talking about ways to keep kids from getting bored with their food. It said "but no matter what you change, no lunch is complete without a nice sentiment," and it showed a mom putting a note that said "Enjoy lunch! (heart) Mom." But my mom never put notes in my lunchbox. That's sad. If I ever make something of myself and open a restaurant or something, every plate of food will be served with a yellow Post-It that says "Enjoy Lunch! Love, Mom."
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[06 Nov 2003|03:08am] |
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Look out, world. BDave has a food processor/blender. Although due to the noise, when I walked out of my room with my strawberry tomato citrus smoothie, my residents asked me why I was making Bloody Marys with rocks, instead of on the rocks. Oh well. It's not TOO loud. I think.
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[04 Nov 2003|01:04am] |
BDave at UF (1:03:06 AM): you so should have hugged Chris Leak!
Mstacmir (1:03:12 AM): I KNOW!!!!!
BDave at UF (1:03:23 AM): you should have offered him head.
Mstacmir (1:03:34 AM): and you KNOW he would have liked it
Mstacmir (1:03:42 AM): b/c i just give THE BEST head in the world
BDave at UF (1:03:48 AM): whoas.
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| What a waste. |
[02 Nov 2003|12:32am] |
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So I woke up four hours late today, so I missed a free barbecue over at KGB. Then I went to go buy pumpkins that I assumed would be on sale, given that Halloween was yesterday. I went to the roadside stand that I knew had good stuff, only to find it abandoned and alone! Pumpkinless! Then I went to the Butler Publix, finding that it, too was missing pumpkins. Then I tried the 2nd Ave Publix, then the Newberry Winn-Dixie, and finally the 34th Kash 'n' Karry, only to discover one pumpkin in total, small, alone, and with a jabbed hole in the side. Sad times. So no bread or pie for me. I wound up coming home and heating up some dinner, then hanging at the desk with Chelsea and Kjell. I also found myself trapped at the desk watching The Italian Job, a surprisingly good movie. Then I came home to talk to my beautiful sweetheart, Kristen. I was also asked to smell a mug, but decided we did not have 'reasonable suspicion' and that asking the resident was out of line. Also, there was a resident getting snarky that they were not allowed onto a floor that was not theirs. Then there was a group of raucous kids, but they got on the Later Gator. During this whole event, Margaret came to get advice on her makeshift Halloween costume, a prom queen. While the dress and the tiara were OK, I felt she absolutely had to have flowers and a sash. So I whipped up something with newsprint, butcher paper, toilet paper, crepe paper, a glue-water roux, glitter, and colored ClingWrap to devise a bouquet of roses and baby's breath. Also, a crepe paper sash was made. So I basically have accomplished nothing today. I think I'm going to go do laundry and homework now. I love you, Kristen!
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