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Thursday, July 17th, 2003
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6:00a - A quote
"Be courteous to all, but intimate with few, and let those few be well tried before you give them your confidence. True friendship is a plant of slow growth, and must undergo and withstand the shocks of adversity before it is entitled to the appellation." --George Washington
Not only do I like sentiment of the quote, but it makes me long for a president George W. who could form a coherent, literate sentence.
Yes, I am up at 6:00 in the morning. Why? I think I have become nocturnal. Also, I have a doctor's appointment at 8:00. It's quite silly really; I have this weird little thing on my foot stemming from when I stepped on this poky metal bit when I was moving out of my dorm and had already packed my bandaids and such. It refuses to be obliging and go away, regardless of any ministrations of the past, oh, two months, so I'm being hauled off with the most pathetic injury ever.
current mood: nostalgic
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11:13a - All About Warts; or, Too Much Information
Only me. Everyone else's wounds heal and go away. My wounds turn into fucking planter's warts, for Christ's sake. Definitely adding insult to injury, as it is quite painful, I guess because it's on a part of my foot that is much more sensitive and bears much more weight than my toes, where my last foot-related warts occurred.
With the toe ones, I tried those wart medications. Hell, in one particularly memorable incident, I and my cousin Amy, who was suffering from the same affliction (I think she gave them to me), allowed my mother to apply minced garlic to our toes and leave it there for an extended period of time. She got this notion from a book called A Prescription for Nutritional Healing, which I do not recommend on any account as it utterly failed to mention that applying minced garlic to a wart hurts like a motherfucker.
I eventually rid myself of them by scraping them off with my fingernails, partially assisted by a pair of fingernail clippers, after they had been softened up by soaking in water for extended periods of time. The little bitty one I had on my left pinky I got rid of just by worrying at it nervously. This one Dr. Bednar swabbed with iodine and hacked at with a razor blade. I think he was a bit overenthusiastic. My mom also got some more of the wart medication, even though no one in our family has successfully removed a wart with it, in spite of having successfully removed several warts.
Ah well. I'm sure no one wanted to hear all about warts, but too bad. At least you don't actually have them. You have nothing to complain about, I assure you.
Oh, for a great esteem-booster, my mom has decided to tell me loudly and repeatedly that the birthmark on my right arm is hideous and vile. It is not. It is perfectly natural, roughly oval-shaped, a little less than a centimeter squared, and not going anywhere. There may very well be dark hairs growing out of it, at least when I haven't trimmed them, but they a.) do not look like the warts on a witch's nose and b.) are not even comparable to the hair all over her arms, so then. Also, her birthmark located on her ankle is, like, three square inches in area, so I don't see that she has any right to talk. And it is certainly not cancerous, as I look at it all the time and it remains the same.
I am not permitting anyone to hack off my flesh for no good reason. I scar terribly because I'm so damned pale.
current mood: livid
current music: 221b Baker Street -- Grenada TV series theme
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9:06p
Bev, I don't know what I did to your xanga, but it seems to want to render in the script used by the D'ni, as seen in the Myst games. (Screenshot here.)
I don't know what I did to my mom, either, except be born with "vile [last name] genes" which somehow give her leave to insult my weight, skin and teeth. Fuck her.
Edited to add: you're probably missing the depth of the insult unless you bear in mind that the [last name] side of the family is peopled with drunken sots, the morbidly obese and the out-and-out insane. Fuck them all.
Anyone have any good ideas for a new name?
current mood: pissed off
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10:56p
(10:50)  agapequest: you're so pleasantly and refreshingly evil
(10:51) marginalia: bwahahahahah
(10:51) marginalia: *makes that the title of her blurty*
current mood: amused
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