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30.12.06
but you knew that already
Almost Perfect- INFP
40% Extraversion, 60% Intuition, 46% Thinking, 26% Judging

So, you want to make the world a better place? Too bad it's never gonna happen. Of all the types, you have to be one of the hardest to find fault in. You have a selfless and caring nature. You're a good listener and someone who wants to avoid conflict. You genuinely desire to do good. Of course, these all add up to an incredibly overpowered conscience which makes you feel guilty and responsible when anything goes wrong. Of course, it MUST be your fault EVERYTIME.

Though you're constantly on a mission to find the truth, you have no use for hard facts and logic, which is a source of great confusion for those of us with brains. Despite this, in a losing argument, you're not above spouting off inaccurate fact after fact in an effort to protect your precious values. You're most probably a perfectionist, which in this case, is a bad thing. Any group work is destined to fail because of your incredibly high standards. Disregard what I said before. You're just easy to find fault in as everyone else! Luckily, you're generally very hard on yourself, meaning I don't need to waste my precious time insulting you. Instead, just find all your own faults and insult yourself.

Link: The Brutally Honest Personality Test

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22.12.06
is it? oh shit it is
happy solstice everybody

my schedule is so fucked

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20.12.06
now, please
i barely even know who i'm asking. But still.

"can you get the internet there?"

"no."

not if by internet you mean, um, ... something other than the internet. But if you mean unsecured wireless access point, then, yes, maybe. don't tell anyone or they'll take it away, i think it's across the alligator pond somewhere. Eek. Florida. Eek. Christmas. Eek. Family. Eek. if i just keep breathing, it will all be over in a week. why is this hard? no fair.

also, fun: at the kids table these days, we talk about Marxism, while at the grownups table they're talking about something frivolous, like Nicholas Cage (just for instance). and you say but now the kids table has beer which is funny for a moment, but then you realize, the kids table has always had beer, though i think most of us liked wine better when we were little, so it's not really a big deal, which is kind of disappointing as far as making a joke is concerned, but then it's pretty cool after all. so, no big.

also, not fun: learning german suxxors. Aargh.

also, extra not fun: i hate that it's hard to be with them. that privileged i'm-on-the-normal-end-of-the-psychological-spectrum guilt. Again. the Avenue Q guys probably have a song about it. Or somebody. Anyone with muppets. please?

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15.12.06
well, crap, mk 1: Record number of people travelling this year, which will suck if there are lots of people on the road and in my way, because with a seventeen hour drive and a eighteen hour drive we're probably just going to go, go, go straight through. And if there are lots of other people, especially while m is driving the uhaul and i am driving through big cities that make me nervous because everyone else on the road is trying to kill me, specifically, then it is going to suck. especially because over the next month or however long the driving is going to be the least stressful part.

well, crap, mk 2: Poor prognosis for movie-making of A Confederacy of Dunces. i'm pretty sure i haven't seen any of the movies that will ferrell is in for very long (checking: i've seen drowning mona, which he has about five seconds in, and jay and silent bob strike back, which i don't remember him being near at all, and the stupid, stupid austin powers ones that i've done my best to forget, eew) but knowing he's signed on for it, and knowing he's willing to take a pay cut for it, makes me like him. And Lily Tomlin and Mos Def are perfect. Especially Lily Tomlin. Perfect. so it is very sad that the book is cursed and that hollywood is stupid.

well, crap, mk 3: my hives are almost gone (thank you free-sample Clarinex, which i think is just like prescription-strength Claritin, and Pepcid AC, the alternate antihistamine, which is something to remember), but not entirely, and now i have extraordinarily dry skin and weird little blisters. and because i am a GIANT nerd i have popped the blisters and looked at them under the microscope we have in lab, and the pus is full of little air bubbles. weird! cool! still a little bit itchy. Dear Hives, Please fuck off already. i've gone through two whole bottles of lotion. and i don't use lotion.

well, crap, mk 4: presumably, after today i will be internet-free for an indefinite period of time. Sigh.

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14.12.06
laundry & me
i cannot even believe this. i bought this exact dress at, like, Ross Dress For Less two years ago for maybe twelve bucks. And i've worn it to eight or ten weddings since. And mine is machine washable. Dear Shelli Segal, You Lose At Life. because even if you're not stalking me personally (but! further proof: i stole this one from my mother six years ago to wear to the Theta formal, but i had no stockings, better fitting boots, and bangles), we're both cribbing from D.V.F., only i do it quicker. (i still love you best.)

why do i window-shop at websites i can't afford? For this moment.

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schedule

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and the moral of the story is
Never sell the Airstream.

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11.12.06
on leo dicaprio and bling and africa
You know her: the person you thought was normal, was nice, conscientious, globally aware, and she can talk about current events and politics and poverty and malaria, so you can assume she knows about people who don't have choices, until you see her dripping in diamonds. At every social function, season upon season. More and more and more and more diamonds. Big honking ones, too: three or four in each ear, and a few on her neck, and that engagement ring is at least two carats all on its own. at which point you wonder if you know her at all; the person you know on non-social occasions is neither tacky or ostentatious, and would probably be insulted if you called her flamboyant to her face. And you wonder if you're supposed to mention, you know, atrocities, and ask her if all that jingly is Canadian or synthetic. i mean i know where mine came from and i'm still a little oogy about supporting the whole industry/cartel/fashion/thing.

And wearing that many diamonds is a political statement.

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8.12.06
ooh, new blogger. With labels. Good Blogger: rapid updating of new template. Plays nice with Technorati.

Edit: Bad Blogger: i hate the blogger labels. how do i freaking customize, people? liz needs answers. liz is very picky about her layout. Oh, the hell with it. i'm done. for now.

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6.12.06
an aha! moment: what i can do
the Brazos Valley Food Bank. thursday, The Brazos Center. Because if poor people need sporting equipment, they also need just-add-milk dessert. Not to mention cajun rice-a-roni and canned tuna and whatever the hell else is boxed up down there. also, is six boxes of mousse weirdly inexplicable to anyone else?

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if tomatoes are like paradise
and if i was still accumulating, you know, stuff, then this would be the next cookbook i wanted. Because it has essays in it and not just silly recipies. (and: not that i could find any of the freaking ingredients. example: what the heck is a squab? isn't it like a chicken?) because, apparently, in egyptian, the word for bread is the same as the word for life and that makes me like egypt. Hey, we've got something in common, at least.

so. For when i get back.

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4.12.06
ow ow ow ow ow
So, let's say, one has hives. Big, red, swollen and puffy, and clearly visible by anyone, by which i mean, if i wore a burka, you could tell by my fucking eyelids. And not red so much as hot pink. i'm spot-on sunset, only extra splotchy. so it's fairly obvious this is not a normal color for me, as there are normal-colored bits in between. A few. The hives take up most of it. but still. my fingers are normal-colored. but, um, that's about it as far as above the waist is concerned. and my ears are actually burning up. just by the way. which makes it hell on wearing glasses, especially becuase they no longer fit on my swolled-up nose. So. Giant puffy red warm-to-the-touch Elephant Girl. and what's worse: when, upon seeing you first thing in the morning, someone asks, why are you red?, or, they notice and do a cartoony double-take but then don't say anything in a clear attempt to be Polite, or, if they don't notice at all.

My preference is the askers.

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1.12.06
more things to get rid of:

Wool sweaters. i don't fucking care: all of them. All of them. okay? Stop trying. Seriously. i can't wear wool. it doesn't work out for anybody and i only end up wearing a lab coat to try and look a little bit decent and i get itchy and scratchy and grouchy and sad. besides, after the various purges i only have maybe two wool sweaters left. i don't care. gifts, mostly. but no. no. and, keep in mind: it's okay to tell people i can't wear wool, and thanks, but no thanks. (note: maybe tell certain people this in advance of The Crazy Holiday Buying Season?) OW. and i have other nice sweaters. it's not like they're the only option.

Wool skirts. i only have one: it should not be that hard to get rid of and/or replace. fuck it. i don't need it. don't need it. my SKIN is actually CRACKING because i have these awful hive things and lotion stings like hell, even the hypoallergenic one, and maybe if i cut off my arm it will not hurt so much. Remember this.

Wool scarves. hello. dumbass. itchy on my face? DEAR LIZ, you are a MORON. besides, like i haven't got enough scarves. Even if it is pretty and brown.

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