Sunday, May 26, 2002
08:13 p.m.

funny, that

You know, I've done three web searches on the most vast engines available to me, and I didn't find a single booger fetish site. Go figger. The closest I got was a joking mention from "Rex Dart, Eskimo Spy," and more porn popups than I can stomach.

Uh, not that there's anything you should know about me.... ^^;;

Saturday, May 25, 2002
01:36 p.m.

this is your brain on college

Okay, the next time you're told 'nobody ever got hurt studying,' declare that assumption false and invalid. And then take a study break.

I studied for that Japanese final until I was dizzy... really dizzy. I had to go to bed because it was 3:30 am. and I couldn't sit up. I passed the final just fine, but then I couldn't *type*--my fine motor skills were screwed, and even though anyone could have told you I was perfectly wide awake, I behaved like a sleepwalker for two days afterward.

The mild depression which so commonly follows stress-caused brain damage lifted yesterday. I am profoundly relieved.

Lisako: I recommend a trip to India. You will be overcharged at every turn, all your things will be stolen, and you'll *still* be better off than anyone you meet in the street. Lepers, beggars, street children surviving on the undigested grain they find in cow shit, the occasional corpse rotting on the muddy banks of the Ganges because it's family could not afford the wood for a cremation, or because it had no family at all; all these things will grant perspective.

Yes, fear of success is hardly a rare thing. But the small details therapists and others who use the unstable for their money like to leave out are the raw and basic facts of life as old as life itself. The one you need to recognize now is that if you do not 'succeed,' you die.

Go watch Utena. ("If it cannot break its shell, the chick will die without ever being born," etc.)

Sunday, May 19, 2002
02:13 p.m.

rain, rain, rain

All I'd like to say, topcities, is that you suck. And that you suck only the most revolting, grotesquely deformed, and poorly groomed of genitals; and lastly that you suck them with a fervent enthusiasm undreamed of by even the good people at Hoover.

Other than that, it's raining out, & I love rain; esp. this kind, where it's not too cold. I'm feeling a tiny bit proud of myself, as it's one of the few occasions where my sixth sense comes in handy: I was the only person to bring an umbrella to church. Everyone else got wet, I'm afraid.

Lisako: you are a natural-born theatre critic. And if you prefer to disagree, it would at least be a good source of amusement and pin-money. ^__~

Now I gotta go study Japanese. The final's tomorrow. Pray for me!! T____T

Monday, May 13, 2002
10:55 p.m.

Thanks, God; that was just the earthquake I wanted. ;D

It was nearly an hour ago, and it felt to me rather stronger than a 5.0, but the USGS is calling it a 5.2 just now. I was sure it was at *least* a 5.4 (whiiine).... There was a lot of rattling, rolling, shaking, etc; so much that I actually got up to brace myself in the doorway, but nothing fell over. And the instant the shaking stopped, the phone rang: Sarah had to call & ask if we'd felt it. I wonder how the cat took it....

S'funny how the stronger quakes always catch me when I'm reading....

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