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1) My little brother and I had the following text conversation the other day:
Brother: Hey, can I cook salmon frozen or do I have to thaw it first?
Me: Thaw it in a bowl of ice water, then cook it.
Brother: Okay. Say I already cooked it frozen and ate it. What then?
2) I'm still in summer physics, but I have one more week left. And three more weeks of genetics. Hooboy. It's so intense. I like Physics, actually, and I like Genetics too, but my little pea-sized brain takes about a week to adjust to a new concept, by which point I've already sat for an exam on it (whoops) so this whole wild ride is getting a little old.
3) Last weekend Dr Poop and I went to a wedding in Chicago. Well, it was in the 'burbs. The ceremony was at a lovely church. Dr Poop did a reading (he's literate) and was an usher, so I was on my own a lot of the time. When the bride and groom emerged from the church, I wandered around to take pictures of them, but my photog session was cut short when a bird took dump on my head. A very public dump. Like, I hope someone rushed that bird to the hospital because I believe it was dying. I had to scurry inside and de-fecetize myself (I can't believe spellcheck allowed that) before I rejoined the group. I decided to keep the incident to myself because while I'm sure nothing says Your Girlfriend is Sexy like hearing her discuss waste on her head, I'm more subtle than that. So naturally when I sidled up to Dr Poop and all his friends and the entire wedding party, and he said "Where were you?" I screamed "GOT DOODY ON MYSELF!" which is the least flattering way to describe what happened. DPs friends were a bit thrown, but Dr Poop just leaned in and inspected my hair and said "Good job! I think you washed it all out!"
4) Remember when I had boob flu? It's back.
5) On a whim, I auditioned for a dance concert here. You know, because of all my free time. I saw the ad, thought "That sounds fun," and then auditioned before I could stop myself. I really miss performing, I guess, and I danced for so long that I thought maybe I could grab a chorus part or a small ensemble part or something. Turns out, I can fake talent because I got this soloist part, which is neat, BUT. BUT BUT BUT BUT. Here is what I'm wearing while I dance. In public. In front of actual people who I assume will not be visually impaired (yet): 1) A long sleeved shirt. 2) Underwear. Underwear. I have to dance in my underwear. Apparently it's because this dance is about intimacy and feeling uncomfortable and exposed and whatnot, but I was all "HEY! I was a theatre major! I can ACT uncomfortable, especially when clad in sweat pants! No problem there! Right? Guys?" but that fell on deaf ears. So I'm horrified. I'm not eating till September. (kidding). (sort of).
6) My birthday is next week, and Dr Poop emailed me saying "What do you want to do for your birthday? I have some ideas, but I thought I'd see if there was anything in particular you wanted to see/eat/do/etc..." And I wanted to say "Well, let me hear your ideas. Because if my idea is 'ice cream' and yours is 'jewelry' then let's do yours." But I didn't say that. Maybe we'll do both.
7) Ice cream? I guess I already forgot that I'm not eating till September. Dang.
8) I'm really in to dinosaurs lately. This is my current Facebook picture:
Isn't that the most exciting dino you've ever seen? It's a therizino. Look at all its flair. Plus, it was a vegetarian! All bark no bite!
9) I'm off to class. See you soon, poodles.Labels: accidents, potty humor, scholarly hats, these are things I do instead of studying |
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Oh my - those are some flairful dinosaurs! SPIRIT FINGERS!
Please, please, please tell us you'll post the video of your fancy dancey routine.
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I'm supposed to be packing for a trip. Instead I'm reading your blog and wondering why birds hate you so much. I mean, that was like a hit they put on you. Maybe they read your blog.
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Couple things, both of which hurt me, to wit:
* Still waiting for pix of the OLD boob flue, but you can totally make up for it by posting pix of the NEW boob flu's affected areas.
* Underwear dance. Why don't you just put the knife HERE (indicates heart)? Why do you have to kill me so slowly?
~ Piney (that nice man who loves you)
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I could never dance in my underwear. Never ever ever. You are a braver soul than I! And probably don't have as jiggly of legs. That helps too.
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The dinosaur is excited because he saw "Hobocamp (1)" in bold in his Google Reader.
(I'm honestly not sure if I meant that as a compliment, you know, that we're all excited when you post. Or if I meant it as a shot at you for not posting enough.)
(Maybe I'll dance in my underwear until I figure it out.)
(That one was a shot.)
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I hope you didn't get the part based on your great rack...or if you did, I hope the girls stick around for the show!
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"...I wanted to say "Well, let me hear your ideas. Because if my idea is 'ice cream' and yours is 'jewelry' then let's do yours."
Made me LOL. :D Good to read up on your life, Meg. :)
p.s. My word verification is "discomb." Should that be some sort of anti-combing reference ("It's not bedhead. I discomb!") or a way to lay claim to a hairstyling implement, i.e., "Discomb belong to me"? :D
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Lainey, you brilliant little thing! Spirit fingers they are indeed! And I doubt I will post my fancy dancey routine. I just can't do that to you people. I care too much.
Girl- I got bird mites too! I'll post about that later.
Piney, if you knew me in real life, this pain would be far less acute.
Miss m- undies are undies. It's never going to be pretty.
Pdw- no gun control up there, eh?
MJ- the rack is not at all great. There's just more of it now than there has been before.
Maxie! I discomb regularly!
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Because of that dino picture, I would like to be your best friend. Please.
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Oh my - those are some flairful dinosaurs! SPIRIT FINGERS!
Please, please, please tell us you'll post the video of your fancy dancey routine.