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I'm not putting up pictures of it here. I'm just letting you know I've been working on it for six hours.

Ah man. My wrist is sore.

I need to get Angie's signature so I can finish this up...

At the moment I'm hoping to get an office aid position for second semester. I want to drop Weight Training so I won't be alone with Scott... because that'd be awkward. It seems like I'm just following the crowd, I guess, since Yoona and Angelica are dropping it second semester, but... I'm not leaving just because they're leaving... well I guess in a way I kind of am... uh... Well I just don't want to be the only Senior girl in the class. I'd have nobody to partner up with and it would be uncomfortable. :/

Gonna go... eat something...

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It's about the benefits.

Hawaii Pacific sent me a bunch of fancy crap at first, like that acceptance folder and the t-shirt that was huge and whatnot.

St. John's sent me a little paper that said "Congratulations on being accepted! Have this $16,000 annual scholarship!"

[Sorry if it sounds like I'm bragging, I'm not trying to :(]

So of course I picked St. John's.

Then the other day, HPU sent me a paper that said "Hey, you can get this $16,000 total scholarship if you come here."

Tsk. Too late, suckers. Stop sending me XXL t-shirts and maybe you'd have the money to give out better scholarships. :P

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Y'know, it would kinda suck if I found a college I actually wanted to go to right after their application deadline passed.

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I'm excited about these potential Nutang Elections described in the forum.

There've been all these sorta-kinda changes for a while, and it's nice to see something new happening here. (Although the activity on the site could use a boost...)

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I wrote up some words to learn on the blackboard in the front room (the one I'm sitting in now, where I usually use the not-crappy computer). I don't think they should be terribly difficult, and some of them I think I might've known before.

So far we've got

machinate(v): to plot
granivorous(adj): eating grain and seeds [My parakeets are granivorous :P]
intromit(v): to cause or allow to enter
previse(v): to forsee; to notify ahead of time
subjacent(adj): located beneath or below: UNDERLYING
terse(adj): free of superfluity: CONCISE
wastrel(n): one who wastes

I just picked random ones out of the dictionary that didn't seem completely useless. Well, okay, granivorous is kinda not so great for everyday speech, but eh, it's an easy one.

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Thanksgiving tomorrow. -Sigh-

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Feeling a bit tired at the moment, so I don't think I'll upload whatever pictures I have... maybe another post...

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Playing Grim Fandango, and I can't get past this one part. It's frustrating me to the point where I want to scream and break the computer. Ugh.

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I have a book of Grimm fairy tales that I got for Christmas years ago... It's over seven hundred pages long, and the font isn't big like in some children's books. I've read the whole thing numerous times though, and once I begin a story again, I can usually remember how it goes.

There's one story about two sausages that has always scared me a little. It's called The Strange Feast...

Basically, a blood sausage and a liver sausage were friends. The blood sausage invited the liver sausage over for dinner, and the liver sausage agreed. When she got there and went through the door, there were a lot of steps, and she saw strange things on each one. There was a broom fighting a shovel, and a monkey with a big wound on its head, and so on and so forth. Then she got to the room where the blood sausage was and asked about all this. The blood sausage evaded her questions, or answered them in weird ways. Then the blood sausage said she had to go into the kitchen to check up on things. After she left, the liver sausage heard a voice say "get the hell out of here if you want to live." She took the advice and ran until she was out of the house. Then she turned around and saw the blood sausage standing at the attic window, holding a long knife. The blood sausage brandished it at her and cried, "if I had caught you, I would have had you!"

Can you see why this story has freaked me out? The not-your-typical-fairy-tale aspect of it doesn't really bother me, but it's just... weird. I mean, you've got these two animate meat products, which is in itself kind of odd, but the stairs part doesn't make any sense to me, and come to think of it; how does a sausage hold something?

And yet I still read it every now and then... it's like the song you can't get out of your head until you hear it again.

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Alrighty, Praetorian has agreed to go through with the interview. If you guys have any questions, just tell 'em to me. If not, I'll do the whole thing myself. I'm trying to decide between just having some set questions, or doing it conversation-style....

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Our Hamlet skit in Lit. seems, so far, like it was written by someone on crack. And that's... bad? We switched most of the genders of people, and changed it from everyone getting killed to people.... accepting... peace... and becoming hippies or something. And there's a food fight and singing gravediggers.... I don't really know what the hell we were thinking when we wrote this.

It's barely Hamlet anymore. Now it's more like we took a couple of things that were Hamlet, and twisted them so much it's hard to say what they started as.

Fortinbras became Freddie, and he's a hippie who launches into Hamlet's "To be or not to be" soliloquy for no apparent reason after telling people that "you have to stop killing, man, love your brother, violence is not the answer... you gotta make love, not war!" One of us picks up a bag of "Freddie's meds" (Jay wanted to put oregano in a bag, the teacher said no, so we're doing shredded green paper instead) and looks at him questioningly... he snatches the bag and says "I have a doctor's note for that! For the oregano! Because I'm oregano-deficient. Yeah."

Seriously I don't know what was going on here.

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Emre kept stretching and getting into my personal space while we were working on that, so I scribbled all over his arm with my Sharpie. I've been wanting to do that for a while.... It didn't do much, though. He grabbed the cap, then dropped it, then asked the teacher if he could go wash it off.

I don't... even know how to descibe today...

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