February 2012
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Ok, Gaydar Radio,
a dance remix of the Brokeback Mountain theme? That’s a bit of a stretch, don’t you think? But I still kind of love it.
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15 year old me
feels so vindicated that Battlestar Galactica has a legit following. Seriously, every funny, interesting person I meet watches this show.
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My legs hate me
for thinking that I could run for an hour after not exercising for 3 weeks. I’m so sorry, legs, it’s all my fault.
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Happily
I haven’t immediately been disqualified for submitting my CUNY application late. They said they’d mark it late, whatever that means, but I’m still in the running.
Watch out, Dagmar Herzog, we’re going to be best friends!!!
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I hate my German professor
for pressuring me into working at 9am on Friday mornings. While I’ve already resolved not to go crazy on Thursday nights this semester, that’s not to say that I won’t, and I really don’t feel like throwing up in the Chicago Hall bathrooms. They’re kind of grody.
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Cookies for dinner
means I’m not going to bed anytime soon. I have yet to decide if 10:45 German class is early or late. Considering I’ve been getting up at 11:30 for the past month, it seems heinously early.
So fuck you, Frau Fuckface, I’m having another cookie.
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2 days behind the times
but 30 Rock was joyous. Except for those poor, electrocuted horses.
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