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What Classic Movie Are You? personality tests by similarminds.com Apparently my father's defining film is mine as well. So be it, I'm a hippie. Also...dum dumddumdum......my brand spanking new awesome 17 inch screen built in sub-woofer dvd burning laptop is coming tomorrow!!!! I'm so excited that I'm working overnight right now and I'm not the least bit tired. I'm even gonna sleep on the couch tomorrow instead of the bedroom so I can make sure to hear the guy at the door. (no doorbell) Plus I can finally get on AIM again, even if it just ends up me talking to Sue and Joe all the time, Tim drunkenly asking me to come over to "not have sex", and Doug ignoring me for Ph.D stuff...eh I'll still be glad to be back.

I really like paid days off. Black friday isn't as bad as people make it out to be. Apparently not introducing your boyfriend to any hot guys you happen to talk to is a really bad thing When my mom says things like "you sound like a heathen" or "Andrew better marry you, why buy the cow when you can get the milk for free?" I feel better if I just attribute it to her being in a religious cult A dead deer has been in the trunk of my old car I really need to start working out again It is possible to swing dance in Gallaghers Old ladies who've had ECT in the past are scary to talk to Leave me alone with someone I just met in Buffalo Wild Wings and I can have a good conversation I've played ping pong so many times for fun at my grandparents house that I think I could really kick some ass if I played for real Dr. Strangelove is just as relevant now as it was in 1964. My new laptop is going to be here sooner than expected (!!!) Hope everyone had a good Thank

Last night I was using a computer mouse, I put it down squarely on its pad, I looked at the screen the the arrow was just lazily making its way up the screen. The computer wasn't loading slowly and the mouse ball wasn't stuck or on an incline. A few minutes ago I went into the laundry room to fold some stuff and the overhead light flashed. It didn't flicker, it was a quick flash. Never had that happen before. Along with the random banging, knocking, and other odd noises, I'd say the friendly lab ghost is bored and trying to cause a ruckus. Either that or I'm schizophrenic. I guess I'll have to continue to gather evidence. EDIT: I just googled "brainwaves" and "ghosts" to test a theory I have, and there's more out there than I thought. I really think that *if* ghosts do exist, which I'm inclined to believe, people have to be on the right brain "frequency" with them. When I scored the medium's record I found that she h

So there's this guy that I went to high school with (and actually was interested in him for awhile...til I realized it was never gonna happen) and I've discovered him again on myspace. So this is what he wrote recently in his blog: So what if life had "save" and "restore" points, just like a video game? This way you could go back to a restore point and try again from there. Things would be different! I imagine every guy, after losing his first sweetie, would spend YEARS going back and trying to fix things.This is an exerpt from Dinosaur Comics. Interesting idea the T-Rex raises here. So here's the question - what save point would you go back to? Post a reply, let's all have a frank discussion about this. Okay since I haven't talked to him in years I'm not going to post this stuff on his but I thought it would fit in well with the way I was going with things earlier. This is what he wrote in a second entry: So let's say you find yoursel

"Thought is real, physical is the illusion" Freshman year of college (at Geneseo) everyone has to take INTD 105. It's an inter-departmental course, basically about anything the professor wants. I picked "Gods, Myths, and Values" because I thought it would be something about ancient mythology, which I love. Well mostly the course was philosophical discussion about transcending life and life after death and stuff like that. Being mostly staunchly Catholic for my whole life and exclusively attending Catholic school up until that point, it was a whole new experience for me. In school I had only learned Catholics' point of view on things (and born-agains but that's a whole different story) and my amazing, funny, Italian, good looking.....I mean my professor had us read things like The Koran and Zen and the Art of Archery . He grew up Catholic in Italy but now is nothing specific, although he believes in God. He, along with college in general, really

I know I do this quite frequently, but alas, I'm kinda obsessed with how people work and I know the most about myself so deal with it. So since I've lived with Andrew I've seen a lot more food mold than I've been used to in the past. My family and college roommates know that I can't stand it, I can't even look at mold. Andrew knows this but forgets frequently and leaves his dirty dishes sitting around in places I can't find them, and then I don't WANT to find them. So why do I hate mold with such a passion? It really borders on a phobia. The key is in blue cheese. I love blue cheese. I would eat it on salad every day if I could. So that's probably the most ironic thing ever, until I thought about it a little harder. Blue cheese is supposed to look like how it does. A peach that is bruised and fuzzy blue is NOT supposed to look like that. Hence my problem with mold isn't that it exists, but that it turns things into other things. More evidence: --

Remember that old Bill Cosby sketch on like...Nickelodeon or something? I used to love that thing when it came on...all I remember now is a little fake pencil guy. Anywhooooo my ever so sexually harassing boss decided to up the ante today when I came into his office to check a serial number on a computer. I said "can I just look at your computer for a minute?" to which he replied "can I just look at you for a minute?" He's already said such lines to me as "she wants me" and today he thought he saw a giant penis on the computer screen. Luckily I'm the kinda girl who doesn't mind a little odd sexual humor, but he better not try to touch me or I'll kick his little Jewish ass. Wow ADD girl tonight I am. And Yoda as well. One more thing. I am now in love with a drunk Jimmy Stewart, circa 1940. Blame The Philadelpha Story, I had no choice in the matter. On to the pictures! These are FINALLY pics from Steph's wedding, not that they're that

First of all, I just read this story on msn.com and thought it was hilarious....this one goes out to Erin: In September, after law enforcement officers in North Carolina spotted a reportedly stolen ambulance and chased it through three counties until forcing it into a ditch north of Greensboro, they found the driver to be mohawk-hairstyled Leon Hollimon Jr., 37, who is not a medical professional but was wearing a stethoscope and with latex gloves in his pocket. Strapped to a gurney in the back was a dead six-point deer, and according to witnesses cited by the Florida Times-Union newspaper (Hollimon is from Jacksonville, Fla.), an intravenous line was attached to it and a defibrillator had been used. [Florida Times-Union, 9-28-05] People are soooo weird. OKAY! On to my next topic. I went back to school today. Of course the minute I got there I started thinking of every memory I possibly ever could have from that place and got all nostalgic again. First I went to Brodie, where I ploppe

So I'm all about the academics right now. I've been studying up for the BRPT test in December (the one that allows me to be certifiably amazing and make more money) and half of the shit that's on there I've never heard of in my life, so I'm mostly going by the scant notes to piece together everything. I also have about 5,000 articles at my immediate disposal right in the control room of the lab, but I'm holding off on article searches for now. I also attended Grand Rounds this morning at work, and the guest speaker was a John Strauss, who (listen to this shit) went to Yale, had a residency at Harvard, was chief of psychiatric assessment at the National Institute of Mental Health, came to work at U of R, then went back to Yale and was director of the Yale Psychiatric Institute. So the talk was all about how we need to change how we think about psychiatry/psychology by listening better to the patients and thinking outside the box. Most doctors just ask a seri

Well folks, I'm finally fulfilling my dream of meeting famous people. Oh yes, Ryan Stiles and Knight Ranger were not enough for me, I had to go bigger. I had to meet....dundundun! The Ghost Hunters. Wooooooo. Where the fuck is Hugh Jackman when you need him anyway? So I get a call from my god-brother (yeah that's right) and very very old friend Chris the other night, and he says he's partying with the Ghost Hunters (from the Sci Fi channel show where they try to disprove that ghosts exist). I've seen the show a few times, so I'm like "sure!" and promptly drag Andrew all the way down to Canadaigua. Sue was also kind enough to join us, after I called her and told her I swore it would be fun. Well when we got there the party was just breaking up, but I got to meet a few camera men and one of the guys on the show. I'm not sure, but I think he introduced himself to me as "Tango" and he proceeded to do magic tricks for the next 10 minutes. I did m

So a self-proclaimed "medium" stayed in the lab last night. How weird is that? Well when she woke up in the morning the other subject and I were asking her all kinds of questions. She said all this really creepy stuff (if it was true) like how she saw an old lady sitting in her room with her when she was little and her mom came in and couldn't see her. Now I want to believe in psychics because it would be really fucking cool, but most I think are total fakes. Still I give people the benefit of the doubt and this lady seemed really sincere. Soooo I asked her about the lab, since when I'm alone here I definitely hear odd noises and think I see things out of the corner of my eye. I asked if she felt a presence here and she matter-of-factly just said "yeah there's a presence here" like it's no big deal. She said she looked behind her a few times the night before because she thought someone was walking by but nobody was there. I still maintain it&#

When I was walking up the stairs I met a man who wasn't there. He wasn't there again today I wish I wish he'd go away. So that wonderful little rhyme is from Identity , which I made Andrew watch with me tonight. I did this because I knew it was a film he could never guess the outcome of, and though he tried in vain, he didn't get it. Then he blamed it on "5th man" syndrome. (a nonexistant syndrome that he invented which I can't explain without ruining shit for others) but I think he enjoyed it. And I love that film, although it may be just because of my psychologist point of view. I've also watched a number of other Halloween-appropriate films over the past few days. These films were all watched AFTER I went to my friend Steph's wedding, which I have like 4 pics from, I guess I just wasn't in a picture taking mood. I must've also been in a fighting mood and I started 2 arguments with Andrew, putting Joe in the middle (sorry to both of you).