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- I realize that Chicago is a large city, and that there are many MANY video rental facilities in the greater Chicagoland area, but when 80+ students are trying to get a hold of the same movie so that they can write a paper on it in the next week or so, that movie becomes a bit of a hot comodity. Apparently my anthropology professor doesn't understand this. (We've already covered that she is a total and complete idiot... but it bears repeating.)
- If art history has taught me nothing else, I can safely say that I have learned how figures inhabit a space... this is useful knowledge. Knowledge that I can also say that I am blessed with is, I know how to MOVE through space. I have also learned that the VAST MAJORITY of people do not have knowledge of how to move through space. This includes, but is not limited to:
- Walking
- Driving
- Getting on and off of any form of public transit (despite any crowding or complete lack thereof)
- Picking up your feet when you walk
- Not blocking traffic where others are walking and you have mysteriously decided to stop
- Not stepping into the path of people who are walking or other moving objects
- Walking significanly faster or slower than a massive traffic of people can obviously allow
- Blocking the entrance and/or exit of escalators
- Stalling on down-escalators when it is obvious that the person behind you is in a hurry (C'mon, gravity is working with you on this one.)
- Walking all the way to the back of the elevator, instead of standing at the front and forcing all other passengers to navigate around you.
- Apparently my nose "FLAPS" when I laugh really hard... I would describe this action as a nostril flare but I am apparently wrong, as Erin Jacobs has informed me that it in fact, FLAPS. (*There is no extraneous noise which accompanies said flapping, unless you're counting the laughter of others.)
- I am in fact aware that I have not addressed any of the topics which I said I would around Christmas time, i.e. - me turning into my mother, this is a problem I hope to remedy when my computer is feeling better.
- The THEY have not had a meeting of the minds in a little while, we hope to remedy this shortly, and get back to you with any and all updates, in the meantime, we are hoping for a clever acronym to accompany the title "The THEY" - T.H.E.Y. - You might be allowed into The THEY if you are successful in coming up with a workable acronym.
- I have come to the conclusion that it is time for me to go on a diet. I realized that this year's "winter-weight-gain" has caused me to get to know my "Fatty-jeans" on a way to frequent and all-too-uncomfortable basis, and it is time to get serious about this shit! (Ladies, I know you're hearin' me!)
- In case you have not noticed that the phone messages have turned sour, this can only mean one thing. I am presently VERY upset.
- "Why are you upset, Liz?" you feel the need to ask... this would not only make you a dumbass, it would also mean that you are oblivious and have likely been comatose for a period of 3 months. The fact of the matter is that I have no plausible reason why I wouldn't hear from you for 3 months other than the possibilty that you are in fact comatose or dead, (in which case I would think that someone would have the presence of mind to cancel your phone service, and/or at least have the decency to call me and let me know of your untimely demise) or the alternative; that you are entirely too pussy-whipped on your girl. If it is in fact the latter, I am shocked, because you always described her as "so cool." (There were in fact times that I found myself liking her during the occasional story, in times when I did hear from my friend Dave) If this is the case, and if she does not allow you to talk to and/or have other contact with females who you were friends with (and have not ever, nor will ever date in all likelihood) for a matter of several YEARS before she ever came along, then she is, in point of fact, NOT SO COOL. I would be shocked, insulted, and personally offended if you were dating a girl with such low self esteem as to impose such restrictions on a person who she loves... because that is horse shit. But since I have no other explaination, and little other recourse, I can only hope that you are not in fact deceased, in a coma, or married to this vile beast, and that this reaches you. I only call and write because I care.
- (*If Dave's girlfriend happens to read this and she is not the vile beast I have been led to believe that she is over the last three months, then I apologize... and that means that you are either dating a corpse, a vegetable, or a serious asshole. In which case, please feel free to call me. 773-750-2903 - I get the feeling that one way or another we're going to need a chat.)
QOTD
(with regard to J-Dub's quote of 2.19.05, it should be noted that while at work today, I made a special effort to take notice of the "Bubble butt" belonging to one Mr. Patrick Baldwin, and the following quote occurred later in the day)
2.20.05 - "Can I get a towel?" [gets a towel] "Hmm, can I get a bigger towel? Have you seen me lately?" ~Patrick Baldwin (I swear to you, these things happened on the SAME DAY!)
2.21.05/2.22.05 -
Kasia: "I was sitting over there until they started telling dead baby jokes..."
Krystian: "What's the difference between 1000 volvos and 1000 dead babies? ... I don't have 1000 volvos in my garage!"
Mike K: "What's the difference between 1000 bowling balls, and 1000 dead babies? ...I can't move 1000 bowling balls with a pitchfork!"
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