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Tuesday, February 5, 2002. 01:35 a.m.
You know, I really need someone to explain to me the rationale behind the Monroe Doctrine and the Roosevelt Corollary. I know it's after the fact but I am a student of history and I'm trying to understand why people around the end of the 19th century thought it would be a good idea to try and take over the western hemisphere.
1898: The Maine! US enters the Cuban War for Independence, now called the Span-Am War.
Cuba: "Gee wiz, thanks America, the Spaniards were about to surrender."
U.S.: "They blew up our boat!"
Cuba: "No, the mess cook was smoking in the engine room again."
U.S.: "Whoops."
(Disclaimer: The above dialogue did not actually occur between Cuba and the U.S. Duh! But it should have.)
Monday, February 4, 2002. 01:44 p.m.
I wish I could have been more articulate last night after the game. But I was too excited. And stunned, although I knew that Vinatieri would make that field goal.
It was Brady's last drive that blew me away. How can a quarterback play mediocre for an entire game and then come alive in the last 30 seconds? I don't understand that.
Bill Belichick is insane. It works for him though. My favorite part of the game...
John Madden: "Oh I don't agree with this at all..." Referring, of course, to Belichick's decision to drive downfield instead of taking a knee and going into overtime.
Sunday, February 3, 2002. 10:45 p.m.
Uhhh.... the Patriots just won the Super Bowl.
Sunday, February 3, 2002. 02:07 p.m.
The day has come and what does it say that even though the Pats are 14 point underdogs, most media personalities are predicting the game to be decided by a field goal?
John Madden looks like a potato.
Saturday, February 2, 2002. 01:47 a.m.
Happy Groundhog Day!
If someone tries to tell me that Spring is coming any time before May, I think I will laugh and laugh and laugh and then feed that person to the groundhog.
The last thing I need right now is false hope. I'm fragile enough as it is going into this Super Bowl.
Saturday, February 2, 2002. 01:29 a.m.
One should not drink Nestea before bed. It's masochistic.
So... a clairvoyant vet with an inferiority complex, a supernatural blacksmith with a trout-like odor, a gay warlock from Maryland and a mutant journalist from Alabama all walk into a strip club...
The strip club subsequently explodes, miraculously causing injury to no one except a wayward sheep that loses its eyelids.
The death toll is zero due to the simple fact that people rarely frequent strip clubs in Amish Country where this little drama take place. It was just an empty building being used as an interdimensional portal for venomous cows.
Our aforementioned heroes destroyed it to save the human race from the terrible plague that is the venomous cow army.
That's how the mutant from Alabama got the nickname "Rutabegger".
The End.
Friday, February 1, 2002. 06:28 p.m.
Hellooooo????
Thursday, January 31, 2002. 07:28 p.m.
OH MY GOD.
Monday, January 28, 2002. 09:37 p.m.
Eliz should Blog more frequently.
I wish I had more virgins. Two of my potential virgin females turned out to be male.
You know, generally fruit flies are fairly sedate. Does it mean anything that the group of males I have had segregated from the females for the past few days are suddenly really spastic?
Or is it my imagination?
Sunday, January 27, 2002. 07:16 p.m.
DREW!!!
How is one expected to study genetic mutations in bacteria at a time like this???
Saturday, January 26, 2002. 09:42 p.m.
You may notice that I removed Elizzie's foot from my page. I feel it has served its purpose and is no longer necessary.
Bye-Bye Foot!
Saturday, January 26, 2002. 09:33 p.m.
tengo hambre.
I have 8 virgins total right now. I need at least 12. So, tomorrow I go back to the lab to continue the search.
I wish I could conjure food with my mind... I wish I hadn't slept through dinner. grrr...
Now I'm rested and hungry. It's pissing me off.
Friday, January 25, 2002. 07:07 p.m.
I killed several dozen Drosophila melanogaster today. And inhaled Carbon dioxide gas for over an hour.
And nearly knocked myself unconscious by getting a little too close to a cotton ball that was soaked in ether.
AND... I have to do it all again when I get back from dinner with my friends.
I hate fruit flies.
Thursday, January 24, 2002. 01:40 a.m.
I'm really excited one of my residents is applying to be an RA. :)
I put up a bulletin board today. It has a big Sneetch on it. I'm rather proud of it although it serves no real purpose.
I get to play with fruit flies tomorrow. I'm not so thrilled. But hopefully it won't be so bad and I'll get it all right the first time. I don't want to kill any more flies than necessary.
I'm off to bed now I believe. I am lamenting the fact that I have no money at the moment but I am otherwise quite content. I'm going to listen to the CD I burned last night and drift of to sleep, dreaming about sneetches and virgin females fruit flies.
Tuesday, January 22, 2002. 10:21 a.m.
Well, it looks like this might actually be a good semester. No organic chemistry in sight and I get to play Squash once a week (and get my PE requirement out of the way at the same time). I'm taking a history course that will satisfy my Non-Western Studies requirement and I'm finishing up my foreign language requirement as well.
Woohoo.
Also, the only thing I have to do on tuesdays is play squash. I have never played squash before but I'm trying to open myself up to new experiences... I've also started eating breakfast.
Sunday, January 20, 2002. 09:54 p.m.
I bet a lot of people don't know that I am a van Gogh fan.
Well, this weekend of football has ended... and it wasn't pretty to say the least. (I reiterate my statement about the Packers and my heart goes out to Brett Favre and Ahman Green.)
My dream? To see the Eagles and the Patriots face off in the Super Bowl. Realistically, I think the Pats can make it but unfortunately the Rams are looking rather...frightening.
Anyway. Time to forget football for now and think about being an RA...
Oh yeah, and a college student.
Sunday, January 20, 2002. 06:48 p.m.
What the hell is wrong with the Packers????
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