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I got sucked into this war strategy game called Warflow. I chat with the other players. It's pretty bad.

nerd alert!!!!!

I was going through some old gmail emails just for fun, and i came across this one from 4 years ago:

"I do not know who to contact about this inquiry, but maybe you can direct me.  I have completed all levels of Marble Blast Gold; however, the Custom level has not unlocked.  Do you know why? "


So basically, I was obsessed with this game, and was upset that I couldn't get the secret level to work after I had beaten the entire game. So not only did I take enough time to beat the game, I became disgruntled when the secret level wouldn't unlock...and to top it off, I emailed support about it.



Here's a preview of Marble Blast Gold: 

oooooook....

SOOOOO.....

Forest and I were driving in the car the other weekend. I was just getting over a bizarre illness which left me with some undesired phlegm in my throat. For those of you who aren't versed in the intimate details of my life, you may be surprised to know that it's extremely difficult for me to "hawk a loogy". I gag. A lot. Except in this case, I was locked and loaded with tons of snot.

So we're in the car and I manage, without gagging, to get a loogy up in my throat. I roll down the window and proceed in my attempt to spit it out the window. I roll up the window. Sitting very still. I start laughing. Forest asks what's up. I reply, "That loogy didn't make it out the window". "Really? Where'd it go?" "......All over my face."

And it had. It was smeared from the corner of my mouth all the way up to my temple and into my hair.

I proceeded to wipe it away. It was pretty difficult because...well, it was gross snotty, gloppy spit.

I was so mortified. But fortunately Forest still likes me.

Sorry to gross you guys out!

tonight i wanted oatmeal chocolate chip cookies, but we are out of oats and i didn't actually feel like baking and making a mess. so i put chocolate chips, cheerios, and agave in a blender and ate that.


don't judge me.

uhhh

i'm totally lost on the "jimmer" thing.

this is really embarassing....

but i confess that I have been watching this!

soooo embarassing!

i miss my courtney-lady!

I had a dream I saw Courtney! And we ran into each other's arms!

alpha bravo charlie

I made a concerted effort to learn the Air Force alphabet (you know, alpha, bravo, charlie, delta, echo, foxtrot, golf...i could go all the way to zulu) so that when I am on phone calls with people and I have to spell something out, I can use the right terminology.

For example, instead of saying "'C' as in uhh 'car', 'A' as in 'apple', 'I' as in 'Ice'" I can be all.. "Charlie, Alpha, India, Tango, Lima, India, November." BAM!

i confess that i have a good confession i want to share, but dan won't let me yet. 

note: i am not pregnant. 

I'm pretty sure me blocking him on gchat was the last straw. It was so long ago now but every time I block someone on gchat I think of him. I didn't do it to be mean, and I didn't do it permanently- just so I could get some things done without being distracted. But the thing is, I forgot to unblock him...and that's when the sh* really started to hit the fan. I don't really know him anymore even though I see him all the time. Life makes me sad.

thoughts on reading Patti Smith's Just Kids

i don't know how to be hungry. i know how to be poor, humble, embarrassed, and motivated, but not hungry.

:S

I must confess that I absolutely LOVE John Croce's song, 'Operator'.

I know it's a cheesy song, but I love the chorus.

I'm designed for failure. I'm completely exhausted from trying to succeed.

my favorite part of Christmas is that my little brother, fed up with the teasing, yelled

"JUSTIN BIEBER DOES NOT OWN THIS HAIRCUT!"

i have trouble eating a full banana! the texture, makes me gag!

Advanage

Alright everyone. This is my latest embarrassing encounter. As a lot of you know, I model my character after good ole hyperbole and a half's character, because I'M NOT CREATIVE. So the anonymous poster who so bravely felt the need to "call me out" can maybe take the morality stick out of their bumbumbum.

About a month ago I was enjoying the TV with my brother Josh and his fiance and my roommate, Julia. It was fun!

There's a knock at the door and I see a hand waving in the window!
I open the door and am immediately bombarded my the MOST charismatic man in the WORLD!!!!!!!!!! He's so excited!!!!!
"Try my product" he says! He immediately has my attention when he says, "I know what scent you like...lavender!" "HOW DID YOU KNOW?!?!" I'm eating it up!!! He's talking so fast and being so funny that I just can't seem to take a moment to think about what this guy is REALLY doing.
In retrospect what got me the most is that Josh and Julia aren't telling me to not buy this lavender cleaning magic! They're just sitting there watching TV while I get manipulated by this man.....this smooth talking man!
So I pay the $40 dollars for the product! AHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!

I give him a joyful send off!!! I'm SO excited about my new cleaner! Apparently the best out there! I can use it as laundry soap, for windows, floors, car interiors! ANYTHING!! IT'S DA BEST! And part of the money is going toward a scholarship fund! HURRAH! I'M A GOOD PERSON!

Josh and Julia ask me how much it cost and I lie to them! I LIE! And tell them it's $10 less than what I really spent! I don't know why I picked this number....I'm a terrible liar! And I felt like maybe I wasn't completely lying by being such a small amount from the real price. I'M PATHETIC!
That night in bed....I am so sick about it! I want to cry! I don't have $40!! YOU GUYS! I make $863 a month!!! PLUS I save half of it for savings! I live on $100 a week!!!!!!! I was HAD! SO SOSOSOSOS had! I felt embarrassed, ashamed, naked, vulnerable....

And I still look at it in my pantry, ADVANAGE is says on the label.....ADVANAGE.

ADVANAGE.

i have no conception of nesting. i like our house best when its empty and you can't see any of our stuff. 

I'm applying to NYU for a one year grad program to get my MSW.

I know I won't get in....but I may as well try.

Bob wants to know what the confession is...

the confession IS that I don't think I'll get in because I didn't do well in school and I don't think I'm smart enough. wah wah

forgive and forget

I am getting better at forgiving, but I never forget.  I am basically a passive aggressive grudge-holder. If you have offended me before, you may not even be aware of it, but I sure am.