Saturday, November 23, 2002
12:35 p.m.

Fun fact: the Rosicrucian Museum exercises its right to refuse service most frequently against the rich. Why is that?

Because they're pricks. Great wet nasty pricks.

They don't like being made to stand in line like mortal humans, they don't understand why a private organization would not have state-of-the-art everything in a failing economy, and God forbid that they can't take their wine, cheese, poodle or camera into the museum (oh, especially the camera. How else will they show off their penis size, in the absence of a Cadillac/Hummer/limousine?). If it were only a case of misunderstanding, how sweet life might still be, but of course this is not the case. Like any children told they can't have meals in the bath, instead of asking why, they throw a whiny tantrum.

Great big obnoxious pricks.

Dammit, up with luxury taxes! Up with inheritance taxes! Up with corporate taxes! To the sky with all of them!!

Wednesday, November 20, 2002
08:36 p.m.

What's your sexual appeal?
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[laughs and laughs and laughs] Well, that should explain what I've got for Washuu-! XD And what's more . . . I am a megane-ko! >8D [laughs some more]

Monday, November 11, 2002
11:47 a.m.

Today I learned that sushi is specifically and painstakingly formulated to activate my gag reflex. Apart from retail emetics, I know of no other substance intended for consumption that can make me almost-barf on the second piece. For one tiny moment I could understand the savory, delicate magic of the California roll, then I was blown away by the vinegar, soy sauce, and profoundly nauseating chewy fishiness of the seaweed.

Granted, it was the cheap deli stuff, but my gag reflex is so strong and responsive, I'd rather find out with the cheap stuff, than learn I'm intolerant at a really expensive sushi bar.

Gtg, impending Typography class.

Wednesday, November 6, 2002
10:06 p.m.

My name is Renfield, and I'm a procrastinator. *whimper*

Big storm blowing up outside. Must put very tough handles on portfolio tonight, maybe more than one pair. Wish cardboard could be waterproofed! Because it's all going to be much worse tomorrow.

I like black. It's a comfy color. People give you personal space, too. Joined the Vampires of Ravenblack Yahoogroup today; damn how that one filled up fast! Haven't heard of anybody with the same lineage problems, yet.

I am so not looking forward to being the Human Kite, first thing in the cold cold morning tomorrow. ;___;

Thursday, October 31, 2002
04:35 p.m.

I'M WAIVER ELIGIBLE!!! [runs around screaming] 8D

Tuesday, October 29, 2002
09:10 p.m.

Damn, the game just seems to change daily. I blame Noir04 (ten thousand pints?!?).

Also, today will live on as the strange and bewildering day when I actually did something my Typography teacher liked.

One final thought, because I really should have finished typing up my homework by now, and it's that I am merely sixty-two inches tall. At a size twelve, I'm shaped kind of like a Ranma character. At a size fourteen, my waist is losing definition. Considering that the twenty extra pounds I've got on have not gone directly and entirely to my chest, why hell is it only now that I have seemingly become a man-magnet!? Why do I only attract attention when I weigh so much my knees hurt and my back aches?
Ugh, or perhaps it's just that I've run into Fetish Territory. sigh....

Monday, October 28, 2002
02:03 p.m.

Good LORD Susan Napper is dim. It cannot be overstated.

This is the woman in my digital media class who is past fifty, overweight, and dresses like either a retarded child or a librarian. You can tell she's paying close attention or concentrating when her mouth hangs open. What the hell is she doing in a class full of sharp young twentysomethings? I can understand the handicaps of someone who's never used a computer suddenly taking a digital media class, but GUIs aren't that counterintuitive!! Wednesday I sat through a solid half-hour of her taking the audio hand-holding guided tour of Windows on a laptop (it must be a rental) before I fled.

Today, she is monopolizing the teacher again. I can't leave until I've provided evidence that I'm working on the third project, but unfortunately I can't present this evidence until the instructor's free. It's been at least 45 minutes . . . people this dense should not be allowed near computers, period.

Oh, thank God. He's left her to the lab assistant. I can breathe again!! I don't hate this woman, now; I simply stand in awe at her having been accepted to a four-year college. What we have here is a female Forrest Gump, I could swear....

And ravenblack reset last night. It takes me forever to collect pints, as I have only a very small circle of friends and must rely on the curiosity of strangers. So thirsty. Ah well.