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I like Lost. Enough to watch it regularly, which is more than I can say for any other TV program (okay, except The Office). To my credit, I have never been the type to spend a lot of time thinking about the show after I'm done watching it, let alone have extended convos about it or read conspiracy theories on the internet. However, I was QUITE excited last episode when a new character was named after C.S. Lewis, excited enough to google "Charlotte Stapes Lewis" to see what kind of gossip had been generated about the topic in the 24 hours since the episode had aired. And so it was that I discovered the true depth of the insanity of humanity when given a TV show to play with. I had no idea. |
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Richard Parker
I met my (now) roommate at the homeless shelter. He is unemployed and will probably eat me out of house and home |
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An architecture firm designing for itself:
A selection from a serious discussion of potential workstation surfaces. Mark: Is the only reason we're not doing the laminate because Monty doesn't like materials that imitate wood? I mean, maybe there are other issues here I don't know about, but a wood veneer is fake too: it also just imitates solid wood, so let's not base our decision on that. I want us to pick something we all like the look of and is a good, solid product. Can this surface and construction support Kent climbing on the desks and doing his Holler? Us: ... Konrad: Well... |
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Texas Attitudes
I was discussing travel with Matt, who said he'd been to Europe for three months right out of college because his then-girlfriend-now-wife's parents lived in Paris. Me: Oh, is your wife French? When I laughed and told him Texas wasn't a country; he laughed too, but disagreed. Oh Texas. |
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End of Project.
I hate washing silverware, because even if you have washed 48 forks, it APPEARS as though you have made no progress whatsoever through the stack of dishes. (No, I do not own 48 forks.) Similarly, I hate the end of studio projects which I spend specking door knobs and mullions and soap dispensers and shower flanges just because they contribute so little to the overall design. But I did sit outside on a hill in the sunshine and burned my legs in a lopsided sort of way, so that makes up for it maybe. |
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Explanation.
My downstairs neighborhood, who has been acting Strangely of late, apparently had an episode the other night whereby he screamed profanity and other things about resisting evil and saying threating things Very Loudly and stood in the foyer repeatedly opening and slamming his front door and generally scaring everyone in the building. So the landlords were called as well as the police... I think about six police cars were there by the time it was all said and done. He was taken to the hospital that night, rather forcibly. I was obliviously off seeing a play and having fun and got the text message posted earlier, AND I WAS IN THE DARK LIKE YOU WERE for a while. (I also had an "All clear" text afterwards, so I did actually come home that night, but Tara was asleep.) But I did enjoy the implication that perhaps it would be better if I personally didn't encounter the police. Anyway, it is actually all very sad. I think it's frightening that someone can lose their mind that way. |
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6:45 AM
This morning I was going through the daily routine of eating my cereal and watching the coffeepot dazedly as it does its thing. Except I haven't slept more than five hours a night in a while and I found myself wondering, as I watched, why the coffee filling the pot was totally clear? I guess I forgot to put the coffeegrounds in the coffeemaker. Oh. (MMM, BOILED WATER MY FAVORITE.) |
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Pet Peeve
[Studio project is due in T minus 9 days, so pardon the periodic spam.] I hate it I'm looking for furniture online and click on a link that says "PRODUCT SPECS" and get this: - 24"H x 16"D That tells me SO MUCH about the product, thanks. And since this table in partcular will be SHIPPED AS ONE PIECE, I'm glad to know it's easy assembly.
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Daylight Savings Time
I love it when the government messes with the popular measurement of time. It makes people think about String theory and stuff. (You may be thinking, like I wasn't, that it will totally mess up like all electronic devices. Fortunately, "This is not as big of a problem as things like Y2K." Because Y2K was, afterall, the end of the world just like everyone said. |
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Like Mardi Gras only with dairy products and more clothing!
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Happy Things
~ As of today, I hold the piece of paper that says I WILL GRADUATE IN MAY. w00t! Assuming, of course, I pass all my classes, which shouldn't be a problem as long as I continue to average four hours a day on my finance homework. (I do, in fact, regret the business minor. Oh well. Lessons you learn and tell your children. "No, Johnny. Don't do it. I know you think it will look nice and shiny on your transcript, but no one is actually going call you up going, 'Well I wasn't GOING to interview you, but then I saw you had a business minor, I changed my mind! You're hired!'") ~ The bank I used redid their online system over the weekend, and when I pulled up my account yesterday, I discovered arbitrary fees amounting to $84 that almost gave me a heartattack. This afternoon I dressed up very professionally (so as to be taken seriously, in a town of 934875349875349857 irresponsible college students) and went to the bank, where a very nice lady got very confused over my account and gave all the money back. *HUGE SIGH OF RELIEF: I CAN STILL EAT THIS WEEK* ~ I got a raise! My paycheck comes from grant money, not the university, which means I get paid whatever the architecture professor I'm working for feels like giving me at the moment the decision has to be made. When I took the job, I did ask what the pay was and the answer was sort of a vague, "Oh, I don't know. Whatever the other assistent is getting paid. It will be the same." And that was okay, because I really needed the job at the time, and then it was even more okay because it turned out to be comfortably over minimum wage. So when the raise was announced to me, it was announced in this way: "Oh, and you'll be given a little bit of a raise this semester." My previous experience with raises has been something in the $.50 to $.75 per raise range, because I have not had high paying jobs. Since Prof. S. does things on generous whims, I was thinking maybe it would be like a dollar? And that would be quite lovely. However, as it turns out, my hoursly wage has essentially doubled, which is a little bewildering, but of course, a blessing as well. ~ I'm going to an art fair this weekend! And ice skating. And eating sushi too. ~ I have Awesome friends. |
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My taste in music is awesome.
[Studio] Jordan (with headphones): Gwen! It's one of your Arabic rap songs! It just came on! |
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The Emporer's New Clothes
Sitting in the coffeeshop reading this story for class. I read the first paragraph and thought, oh please don't be some kind of minimalist finding-yourself story that ends really abruptly so that you have to go back and look for the moment of redemption after the fact! It was. And I can write better. |
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Stir crazy!
Things Gwen and her roommate will do if snowed in for two days: - sleep (lots) - read (hundreds of pages) - watch movies - play Scrabble - henna tattoos:
- cook Things Gwen and her roommate will NOT do, even if snowed in for two days: |
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