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Tuesday, September 04, 2007

Tue, 04 Sep 2007 17:54:40 GMT

Coffee. . .

Classical Music. . .

and Math

Seriously, how much better could life get?

Sunscreen

Tue, 31 Jul 2007 21:12:51 GMT

If I could offer you only one tip for the future,
sunscreen would be it.
The long term benefits of sunscreen have been proved by scientists,
whereas the rest of my advice has no basis more reliable than my own meandering experience
I will dispense this advice now.

Enjoy the power and beauty of your youth, oh nevermind,
you will not understand the power and beauty of your youth until they've faded.
But trust me, in 20 years you’ll look back at photos of yourself
and recall in a way you can’t grasp now, how much possibility lay before you
and how fabulous you really looked,
you are not as fat as you imagine.

Don’t worry about the future, or worry, but know that worrying is as effective as trying to solve an algebra equation by chewing bubblegum.
The real troubles in your life are apt to be things that never crossed your worried mind, the kind that blindside you at 4pm on some idle Tuesday.

Do one thing everyday that scares you

Sing

Don’t be reckless with other people’s hearts,
don’t put up with people who are reckless with yours.

Floss

Don’t waste your time on jealousy, sometimes you’re ahead, sometimes you’re behind,
the race is long, and in the end, it’s only with yourself.

Remember the compliments you receive, forget the insults,
if you succeed in doing this, tell me how.

Keep your old love letters, throw away your old bank statements.

Stretch

Don’t feel guilty if you don’t know what you want to do with your life,
the most interesting people I know didn’t know at 22
what they wanted to do with their lives,
some of the most interesting 40 year olds I know still don’t.

Get plenty of calcium.

Be kind to your knees, you’ll miss them when they’re gone.

Maybe you’ll marry, maybe you won’t, maybe you’ll have children, maybe you won’t,
Maybe you’ll divorce at 40,
Maybe you’ll dance the funky chicken on your 75th wedding anniversary
What ever you do, don’t congratulate yourself too much or berate yourself either
Your choices are half chance, so are everybody else’s.
Enjoy your body, use it every way you can, don’t be afraid of it,
or what other people think of it, it’s the greatest instrument you’ll ever own

Dance, even if you have nowhere to do it but in your own living room.

Read the directions, even if you don’t follow them.

Do not read beauty magazines, they will only make you feel ugly.

Get to know your parents, you never know when they’ll be gone for good.

Be nice to your siblings, they are the best link to your past
and the people most likely to stick with you in the future.

Understand that friends come and go, but for the precious few you should hold on.
Work hard to bridge the gaps in geography and lifestyle because the older you get,
the more you need the people you knew when you were young.

Live in New York City once, but leave before it makes you hard,
Live in Northern California once, but leave before it makes you soft.

Travel.

Accept certain inalienable truths, prices will rise, politicians will philander,
you too will get old, and when you do you’ll fantasize that when you were young
prices were reasonable, politicians were noble and children respected their elders.

Respect your elders.

Don’t expect anyone else to support you. Maybe you have a trust fund,
Maybe you have a wealthy spouse; but you never know when either one might run out.

Don’t mess too much with your hair, or by the time you're 40, it will look 85.

Be careful whose advice you buy, but, be patient with those who supply it.
Advice is a form of nostalgia,
dispensing it is a way of fishing the past from the disposal, wiping it off,
painting over the ugly parts and recycling it for more than it’s worth.

But trust me on the sunscreen

--by Mary schmich, Chicago Tribune

Wheeee. . .

Sun, 20 May 2007 03:58:29 GMT

Well. . .

. . .we got a Wii

w00t

Can Yooou Say "BAKA!" ?

Tue, 15 May 2007 19:28:10 GMT

^oh the newfound joys of flogging molly. . .*sigh*

okay, so ever more increasingly, my life is becoming a morality tale to caution wide-eyed youths

who come after.

case in point: I was an idiot and fell sooo flippin' far behind in my history class, that I'm now scrambling to complete seven weeks' worth of schoolwork in two weeks. over 21 chapters. fun stuff

the moral of the story is the point I hope I've made-- don't put off your history class for seven weeks, or else the

fox will flatter you and make you drop your piece of cheese into his mouth.

be ye warned

hmmm. . .my room smells like egg-rolls. . . .

Thursday, April 19, 2007

Thu, 19 Apr 2007 20:04:53 GMT

oh ghhkk!!

   I think I just snorted some soap!!!

           blech

Sunday, March 11, 2007

Sun, 11 Mar 2007 08:34:30 GMT

^the bananas are British???

                 . . .the bananas scare me. . . .

                             . . .nobody says "banana" like Alvin and the Chipmonks. . .Japanese BANANAS!!!
                                              ("that's the worst banjo player I've ever heard!")

   I like bananas. . .in pancakes. . .
                                    . . .Jack Johnson provides culinary inspiration and aids in digestion. . .'tis true

A friend had a shirt with picture of a banana that was on fire. . .
               . . . I asked why his shirt had a burning banana on it. . .
                             . . ."Fool!" cried he, "That's not a burning banana! That is a FLAMING banana!"

                                                                                   . . .huh. . .

   . . .coulda' fooled me. . .

Thursday, October 12, 2006

Thu, 12 Oct 2006 21:23:26 GMT

           (^Ken Watanabe!!!!!!!)

AAH! Sorrysorry Meggie!

                             Look, I'm posting now, see?

                                         POST!!!


                                                                               ta-da

Friday, September 29, 2006

Fri, 29 Sep 2006 22:01:53 GMT

PG: Parental Guidance Suggested.
Some material may not be suitable for children. Like integral calculus.

. . . hm. . . .need coffee. . . .

             . . .blast. . .

"Coffee, coffee everywhere. . ."

                but ALL OF IT IS DECAF!!!

grrr. . . .zzzzzzz. . .

Tuesday, September 26, 2006

Tue, 26 Sep 2006 07:35:26 GMT

"I was the shortest prostitute ever"
-the sister whilst watching 'Vanity Fair' from 'Pilgrim's Progress'.

Thursday, September 21, 2006

Thu, 21 Sep 2006 06:31:54 GMT

anhedonia, anyone?

I should warn you, though, before you say yes. . .it's not very pleasurable