I'm too sweet to go a day without sugar.

So I'm enrolled in an anthropology course this semester which requires me to go 24 hours without sugar. No added sugar or sweeteners, no artificial sweeteners, and eating cake frosting out of the container is out of the question. (I don't even have cake frosting, so I couldn't even do that if I wanted to, which I don't, but you get the idea!)

So I am supposed to go a day without sugar... seems easy enough, right? WRONG. There is added sugar in EVERYTHING. There is even sugar in the little salt packets you get at a fast food joint... REALLY! Check it out, there is sugar in your frickin table salt! Kinda defeats the purpose don't you think?

I mean really! I have to maintain a certain level of overall sweetness... and lord knows it ain't coming from my personality lately!

So, I've decided like so many other assignments that have required a little extra effort on my part in the past, I will just completely fabricate this one too.

Yep, like most of the women out there, I'm faking it.

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So the pope bit it. Sad. Apparently he was really liked skiing... Seriously, can you imagine the pope on skis?

It's a sad thing, and it'll be interesting to see who they elect to replace him... I'm voting for that Nigerian fellow! (Yeah, like they ACTUALLY give me a vote)

Not much more to say on the matter.

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I got an e-mail regarding the blog from an organization called Icerocket.com. Apparently someone over there stumbled across my mumblings and decided that I had something to say that was worthwhile to people who use thier search engine.

The guy who wrote me the e-mail letting me know I would be officially included in their index, and said that he'd read part of my blog and he encouraged to keep it up... I find this funny because lately I've let the written word here languish and instead focused my attention on sharing my better stories in person to people who actually know me. (Some of whom read this page, and others who do not.)

Basically, these stories I'm telling in person just require a little too much back story to type up here... I'm sure you understand. If you haven't heard them, feel free to give me a call or an IM, I'll be more than happy to oblige your curiosity

But anyway... I just think it's really amusing that once this joint starts sucking a little bit more than usual, that's when people start picking up on it. It's almost like the bars I like to go to, but in reverse. It's a very curious phenomenon.

I will try do my best to try and return to my normal level of humor and amusing anecdotes, I promise.

I welcome any new readers that the inclusion in Icerocket.com brings in, and I encourage you kids to share with your friends!

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Ciara wanted to know where I got all the quizzes that I used to post up here a few months ago... I've linked to it here, as well as added it to the sidebar. And another site that's quite good for quizzes is here. I am doing whatever I can to ensure that my readership is not bored... even if it means leaving my page to do it!

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QOTD

4.3.05 - (FYI, Misericordia houses people with mental disabilities, especially those with developmental disabilities such as cerebral palsy and Down's syndrome)
Mel: "A misericordia kid once asked me to marry him."
Krystian: "What did you say?"
Mel: "I didn't have to say anything, one of the people working with them said something [diffused the situation]"
Liz: "Krystian, What would you say if a misericordia kid asked you to get married?"
Krystian: "I'd have to say yes."
Liz: "That won't save you from going to hell, Krystian."
Mel: "Can you imagine consummating the marriage?"
Liz: "MEL!"
Mel: "What? Don't act like you weren't thinking it!"