Saturday, September 20th, 2003
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4:14 pm - Uh.
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This is my new wallpaper. From here.
Yes, I am aware that I should seek professional help.
current mood: dirty
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1:31 pm
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Dude. So, one of my 9 suitemates, specifically one of the ones that I barely knew to speak of, just toddled off to the hospital with her father (I guess it was her father) because she is so dangerously underweight.
As I did not actually know her well enough to be able to see the difference between "naturally insanely skinny" and "anorexic as all fuck," that difference being, say, when you're her roommate and realize you can see all of her bones, that was a bit shocking to wake up to.
Maeve is a much better roommate than her mother would be. Her mother snores and then talks very loudly in the morning.
This song makes me happy. (You can download it here in case you care.)
current mood: shocked
current music: Queen of the Surface Streets -- Devotchka
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Friday, September 19th, 2003
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10:00 pm - Open letter to Missy "Misdemeanor" Elliot
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Ms. Elliot,
I regret to inform you that there has been some sort of misunderstanding. I do not, in fact, actually possess a "freak."
In the event that I acquire one, perhaps inadvertently, allow me to assure you that I have not the slightest intention of "getting [it] on", in spite of your ceaseless importuning. You have made me even more disinclined to get on freaks than I already was, for which achievement you are to be commended, only without all the positive connotations. There will be no freak-getting-on.
Also, your nickname is idiotic, childish and demeaning, and the entirety of your album containing the aforementioned song blows goats.
In conclusion, die. Right now. Possibly in a demonstration of a medieval execution for  tazadebevita.
No love,
Meghan
current mood: irritated
current music: take one guess
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8:13 pm
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4:38 pm - Arrr!
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Thursday, September 18th, 2003
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3:30 pm - Announcement
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To fill the void in my extracurricular existence created by Janssen rendering college bowl untenable for me, I have decided that I will do my best to found my very own club:
The Medievalist Club
The ideal member of this club would be someone who wishes they were majoring in something cool like Medieval Studies, but they aren't. I'm thinking we could do movie nights, we could try to wrangle money out of NYU for trips to the Cloisters, including hopefully to one of the fantastic concerts they do besides just going up there, and anything else anyone can think of. As far as I'm concerned, anything to do with everyone's favorite medievalist, J.R.R. Tolkien, is fine by me as well.
I have to go to some meeting thing tonight to see what hoops precisely they want me to jump though. I hope it works out, though.
current mood: hopeful
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1:44 am
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Go here.
Bill Gates/Steve Jobs slash. Triumph of the Geeks canon (which I hardly remember watching, but hey). I'm in awe.
current mood: gleeful
current music: my own maniacal laughter
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Sunday, September 14th, 2003
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10:07 pm - New story!
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Analytically Rigid by guest author Bubule Tee
A surrealist episode brought to you by the number 7.
current mood: enthralled
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2:33 pm - Open letter
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To: Everyone involved in the Festival of San Gennaro
PLZDIEKTHX.
No love,
Meghan
P.S. Especially if you are part of a marching band.
P.P.S. Or you talk over the loudspeaker.
P.P.P.S. But most especially if you are part of a marching band that has not practiced, like, ever.
current mood: enraged
current music: Guess?
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12:11 am
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I am God.
Discuss.
current mood: godly
current music: choirs of angels
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Thursday, September 11th, 2003
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9:35 pm - A letter
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Dear motherfuckers traversing Kenmare St.,
You certainly are in a hurry to get from point A to point B, aren't you? Well, perhaps you should look into some tranquilizers, because laying on your horn like it was your hotline to God to rearrange the universe to your liking isn't actually going to get you there any faster.
You may think that you are sharing a pleasant musical experience with those around you. In this you would be mistaken. Your music sounds shitty generally, and it sounds even worse when you blast it through your pathetically cheap and distorting speakers.
With the revolutionary invention of the muffler, your vehicle need not sound like the world's largest coffee can filled with the world's largest rocks rolling down the street at thirty miles per hour. I'm looking at you, gangs of motorcycles, as many other vehicles are as bad but at least they do not travel in packs of thirty. Do you realize there's such a thing as a noise ordinance? I can't imagine why you don't get your asses ticketed every time you rev your damned nuisances thither and yon. Alternately, if you want to be as noisy as all fuck, you have to be in bed by 9:00. No, you may not stay up to see the end of this TV show.
In conclusion, burn in hell.
No love,
Meghan
current mood: enraged
current music: guess
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Wednesday, September 10th, 2003
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9:40 pm - Another limerick
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This time, from someone who asked to be known simply as "Michelle E." :D
A Trekkie in denial named Choy
Whose fantasy was to fuck Troi
Somehow got caught up
In a temporal foul-up
And became twelve male Klingons' sex toy.
-- Michelle E.
current mood: gleeful
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Monday, September 8th, 2003
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8:47 pm - Your fucking funny quote of the day
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(08:45) kanjiwhiz: I think [my aunt] thought her xeroxer was possessed because stanley used it to copy star trek documents which included pictures of ferengi demons
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Saturday, September 6th, 2003
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8:10 pm
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I totally dig text messaging because I prefer asynchronous communication wherever appropriate. However, I have thus far avoided introducing txtspeak into any of them. I send text messages with polysyllabic words, complete sentences, and the entirety of words like "you". I don't find it particularly difficult to enter text at a reasonable pace, and I never use up my allotment of characters.
I'm just peculiar like that.
current mood: weird
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4:17 pm
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3:02 pm - Jason Isaacs interview
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1:16 am - AIM posting
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(01:15) nutmeghan: (01:11) Savantelle: its a random rule
(01:11) Savantelle: like no hitchhiking, no riding on motorcycles
(01:11) Savantelle: no PDA with other candidates
(01:11) Savantelle: and no running on ladders
(01:12) Savantelle: it's just a strange thing to specify, i think
(01:12) nutmeghan: so making out with someone while running up a ladder affixed to a motorcycle you hitched a ride on would be right out?
(01:12) nutmeghan: darn, that's the best way to spend an evening
(01:13) Savantelle: yeah
(01:13) Savantelle: especialy if you did it out of uniform
(01:13) nutmeghan: now i know the military is not for me, as i would be deprived of this great pleasure
current mood: quixotic
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Friday, September 5th, 2003
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1:20 pm
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Thursday, September 4th, 2003
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9:41 pm
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Mike: What can you put on walls?
Me: ...
Me: Posters?
Mike: No, not posters. What about ... baskets?
Me: ...
I run to the computer.
Mike: What are you doing?
current mood: amused
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6:50 pm - Bunnies!
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Look at the bunnies! Aren't they cute? Bunnies! Medieval bunnies!
Can you tell I miss my bunny?
current mood: bunnies!
current music: bunnies!
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