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Classes resume
Monday and Tuesday night I worked myself into a tizzy about the beginning of classes and my schedule and the Thorn and how little time I would have with WO and friends and to breathe and blah and blah and blah… And then WO pimp-smacked me in the face and said, “Shut up, woman! It won’t be that bad.” Okay, he didn’t smack me, but he probably wanted to. My schedule is here. It’s not that bad. I’ve already had Organic, and the professor is a coffee-powered maniac. Good fun. I’m putting in 14-ish hours a week at the Laptop Shop, and the awesome thing is that the pay rate…
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Ew, ew, ew… but funny…
Steve, Don’t Eat It! is a page containing one suicidal man’s experiments with eating… well, one could conceivably call the stuff food. For instance, when he eats Beggin’ Strips: Meat is a pretty large umbrella. Beef is meat. Pork is meat. Horses, monkeys, and allegedly Arby’s roast beef are meat. Even Rosie O’Donnell’s ball sack is meat. Okay, maybe I’ve gone too far. I have no idea what that is they are serving at Arby’s, but you get my point. The page is hilarious. I was very glad the roommate was out of town when I read it, as I probably would have scared him with how much I was…
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del.icio.us is back!
Not that it went away anywhere other than on this site, but, well, these things happen. Instead of fighting with Eric Anderson’s Del.icio.us Integrator for WordPress (which decided to stop working suddenly [possibly related to my upgrade to WP 1.5.2]), I’m using del.icio.us’s own JavaScript method (called linkrolls) of displaying links. Thusly, I am again displaying links. The way it’s set up is all slick and dynamic and stuff. Now, if I can just kill the damn PHP error on my archive page… (Oh, and for completely unrelated linkage, see this. *grin* I feel famous.)
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Effects of Ortho Tri-Cyclen Lo
I’ve been taking the stuff for almost two weeks now, and the effects are interesting enough to write about. The two effects I primarily notice are (in no particular order) water retentention and sex drive change. Oh, yeah. This may fall under TMI for some folks.
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Me, a jock?
Yesterday, while WO and I were giving the incoming freshmen tours, he called me a jock as I launched into an explanation of the SRC facilities. Now, I know he didn’t mean it to be insulting. Ignoring the fact that all the mothers on the tour suddenly gave me a once-over (I was wearing a tank-top and shorts, so they could see most of my muscle and most of my fat), I found the term a little odd. Does weight-lifting and running alone make me a jock? WO says yes, along with the fact that I track weight-lifting workouts. That doesn’t fit with my idea of a jock. From a…