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| TWENTY HOURS OF ANATOMY CLASS IN A SINGLE WEEKEND!!!! My brain shall
soon liquefy and ooze out my ears. But so much interesting stuff! I'm
really enjoying this massage therapy thing. Why am I still in college
again? Oh nobody knows. I think it all boils down to the fact that no
matter how much I enjoy massaging, I will still have a mental break
down when I finish school. No more tests? No more papers? No more
grades? That's all my life has consisted of since I was freaking five
years old! At least as a therapist I'm required to take some form of
class every two years to remain current on any new developments. So
school will never fully leave me alone. That's oddly comforting. I'm
such a freak. See, this is what being valedictorian does to a person.
That's why everyone should avoid excelling in school at all costs! Take
it from me...the more you know (bum bum buuuum! *shooting star across
the television screen*)
Well, I have oh so much homework, so I must leave you now. But I got to
dig my hands into a pumpkin for a little while this evening at Sarah
and Michelle's place. Amazingly fun! Only for a little bit though,
because homework called me away. And now I'm wasting time typing this?
What am I thinking?! I could have spent more time inside that pumpkin
instead. Sometimes I just don't make any sense.
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| Of course I only write entries when I have a buttload of homework.
That's how a roll. Somehow I have to figure out a way to "magically
think" a paper about Hamlet. What does that even mean? I wish I knew.
But I have to admit that I love Dr. Brooks' insanity, even if it is a
bit annoying that he almost always brings his ridiculously huge dog to class (which,
considering our class is in the library annex, is no small feat. In
fact, it's quite impressive to be perfectly honest.)
I actually walked to Research Park yesterday to work on some papers and
such. It felt like old times to just walk; I've been riding my bike far
too often recently. I no longer feel like myself without my several
hours of daily perambulation. But biking is just much more exciting, so
many obstacles (and by obstacles I mean pedestrians). You never know
what will happen because people really like to mindlessly zigzag when
they walk. Every time I hop on my bike I feel as though I'm daring fate
to do something drastic. Is that strange? Probably, strange is kinda my
area of expertise.
Only a few days ago I realized I'm quite proud of myself - this is the
first semester I've actually really allowed for fun random things
instead of just wasting my entire life away studying (well, I kinda did
it in London but that was because my grades weren't going to transfer
and I had Ashlea there to violently pry me away from my books). Just
thought I should share. I'm starting to conquer my innate perfectionist
tendencies. Maybe I actually won't die from a stress related disease by
the time I hit 30!
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| I made the horrible mistake of drinking lots of caffeine this afternoon
to keep me alert in class/at work. I immediately regret this decision.
Wired wired wired! So I must take this perfect opportunity to fill my
adoring public in on all the secret workings of Deborah's life. But
since my life isn't really all that interesting, where should I go from
here? I'm, of course, writing papers, working, reading millions of
books, and doing lots of massage therapy goodness (btw I have my
massage table now, so if anyone wants a massage just give me a call).
Last night a bunch of us gals, and Tommy, went out to dinner for
Harmony's birthday and then I spent the night at Michelle's place
(hence, the sleep deprivation that led to the caffeine consumption and
my current state of wakefulness).
Oh! Fun stuff from long ago. Jeff threw an Autumnal Equinox party
(because he's my hero) a few weeks ago out in Research Park. You should
all be very jealous. And then we experienced a traditional Zimbabwean
band (maybe that's the country, I have the memory of a fruit fly) at
Revolutions. I took off my shoes and joined in with lots of people
dancing freely in the dirt. Revolutions is a beautiful place. The
evening ended off with my finally seeing the Halo drag show. I was not
disappointed...Mimi really was as terrible as everyone claims!
Last Friday I dunked my Aggie Ring in cheesecake! It was incredible! Or
as Michelle described it: "At first it was disgusting. Then for about
twenty seconds it was oddly sexual. Then it was just disgusting again."
Well, lots of other stuff has happened between now and my last post, but my attention span is waning. Too bad for you.
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| I have a paper to finish writing, but I don't wanna! It's technically
not due until Sunday at 11:59pm, but exciting plans fill my weekend. So
I need to do it now! Boo. I finally went out and purchased some
Cracklin' Oat Bran and a few bottles of Jones Soda. Those two foods
make it clear that I'm putting my freaking nose to the grind stone...my
shoulder to the wheel...not letting the grass grow under my
feet...realizing that every cloud has a silver lining and making sure
to be the early bird who gets the worm. Okay I should go now. But P.S.
Joey invited me over to eat his homemade apple pie the other night, and
it changed my life. Thought you all should know. And the fire alarm
went off in my building last night; I won't be able to hear correctly
for days. Thankfully Heather opened her house to me and saved my
eardrums from further destruction.
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| I love Fridays for two reasons: no work and no class until 12:40. So
that gives me plenty of time for an early morning jog and then whatever
else in the world my heart desires until noonish. This Friday Joey and
I baked delectable blueberry muffins accented with the perfect lemon
blueberry glaze. Everything, of course, was from scratch (because
that's how Joey roles). Then we packed the muffins all up (complete
with brush to apply the glaze on the spot) and brought them to Michelle
at work. We are masters of housewifery. It was great fun! We received
the grand tour of Consolidated's theatre glory and even got to meet
some of her students! She's just so official; I love it! And that night
I finally got to experience the amazingness of the celebrity game that
Heather always told me about. It's a mix of charades and taboo on
crack. You should all try it; it will change your life.
On Saturday I did homework all morning and then went up to the theatre
company for a little while so I could relax by giving a few massages
then continued on with my homework. Michelle and I ended up staying
awake until 5 o'clock in the morning watching x-files and having an all
around good time. Now I'm eating cookie dough to stay alert and
attempting to write a paper (which, considering the fact I'm writing a
xanga entry at this moment, I'm sure you can imagine how that's going).
Btw the cookie dough from Papa Murphy's = the best in all the world.
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