if andrea jumped off a bridge, I might too.

2005-02-17 / 5:05 p.m.

Oh, why the hell not? (says Andrea)
1. Post a comment with your name and I will write something about you.
2. I will then tell what song reminds me of you.
3. Next, I will tell you what FOOD you remind me of.
4. Last, I will try to name a single word that best describes you.
5. Post this in your journal.

study break

2005-02-17 / 9:21 a.m.

(hint for success: put spaces in the blanks after your answers, because the spacing is fucky.)

Man or Woman's Name:
A Location:
Verb Ending in '-ing':
Drink:
(same)Man or Woman's Name:
Exclamation:
Adjective:
Adverb:
A Number:
A Color:
Plural Noun:
Band Name:
Celebrity:
Body Part:
A Toy:

Created by the Madlib Maker at Plop Phizz

One day in the future, you and decided to go to . You were hapilly along, sipping on , when spotted a magic lamp. , you say. Feeling , you both hold the lamp and rub it . Much to your surprise, a genie pops out and offers you four wishes (it's only fair you get one more than usual, afterall are two of you). You talk it over for a few minutes, and decide that your first wish together is for . You both agree that they'll serve beautifully in building for your shrine honoring . Your next wish is an erotic massage from . Next, you decide that you each want a golden . Finally, you decide to wish for a , as they were all obliterated in the nuclear blast of 2015.

Created by the Madlib Maker at Plop Phizz

When sick is sexy

2005-02-17 / 8:24 a.m.

So I wake up a little congested and coughing this morning and the Buenos Aires maybe-a-stress-fracture has been bothering me a little bit, so I decided to do the elliptical sissy walker a little later rather than run right then. I know, I'm a whiny baby--I'm like the kid in middle school that was always sitting out of PE because of something dumb like a stubbed toe or dry skin or something. Anyway, I got up, wrote a couple of e-mails, took a shower, did some homework, etc--All pretty quiet activities. It wasn't until I got to the dining hall that I realized that I was totally rockin' the phone sex voice this morning because of the mild cough I've caught. Most of you kids already know me and know what I sound like--it's hard to explain what my regular voice is like to those unlucky souls who have never met me. I dunno, loud for sure. Kind of nasal? Today though, I've got this quiet, low, sultry thing going on. If it wasn't 10 'till 8 now, I'd have to call a few of you, and use this hot sex kitten voice before I lose it. Unfortunately, by the time I talk to any of you, I'm sure it will have improved to a Marge-Simpson-meets-Bea-Arthur-croak. :( alas.

Dude, my hair has gotten ridiculously long. This morning when I pulled it back, rather than leaving it parted and messy I brushed the top smooth and neat and made this absurd I-dream-of-jeanie pony tail. It's, like, a foot long. If I could pull off short hair, I could get it all cut off and donate it. While I won't (can't) do anything that dramatic, I'm thinking it's time to get it cut, perhaps over spring break. I'm willing to pay a little more than beauty college prices if someone can recommend me to someone that I can do something with it, e.g.: layers that don't make me look like a tard, maybe someone who knows whether a dry cut is better for me.

Okay, that's about enough. I'm going to go do some homework, go to my course tutoring class, to el gimnasio, then more homework. Oh, and Happy Birthday, Michelle!!!!! Yay!!!! (see how many exclamation points I used?!!?!!!!??!!! That means I'm hoping that your birthday is really good!!!!!!!!!!11!!!!