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i'm coming right now.
----------------- Original Message -----------------
From: harm-monika
Date: Nov 8 2006 4:05 PM



come over. i ordered dominos. i can't eat it all. feast with me. cry with me. i'm going to do both.
----------------- Original Message -----------------
From: sammich
Date: Nov 8 2006 10:02 PM


hey my aim won't sign on so use this to talk to me. i am so hungry monika and i have no mail key to see if my check is here. i want to cry/die/both.

----------------- Original Message -----------------
From: harm-monika
Date: Nov 8 2006 3:00 PM


hey. i left my phone charger at pink elephant because i'm retarded and i really need it to charge for a little bit. would you mind popping over for a second to drop it off? or i can come over there, whichever? just let me know. thanksssssss<3

i made significally more progress on my homework when i was taking really strenuous foot-up-your-ass classes even though i wanted to slit my wrists almost every night.

now, i'm taking easy classes and can't seem to get any work done.

No Minimum Age 16 Age 18 Age 19 Age 20 Age 21
Armenia Antigua Argentina South Korea Japan (UNITED STATES)
Azerbaijan Austria Barbados Iceland
China Belgium Bermuda
Nigeria France British Virgin Islands
Poland* Germany* Chile
Portugal Greece* Czech Republic
Soviet Georgia Italy Estonia
Thailand Netherlands* Hong Kong
Viet Nam Norway* Indonesia
Poland* Jamaica
Spain* Israel
Turkey* Latvia
Switzerland* Luxembourg (age 17 with an adult)
Mexico
Mongolia
Phillipines
Russia
Slovak Republic
South Africa
United Kingdom (age 16 in restaurants)
Uruguay
Au stralia
Bahamas
Brazil
Canada (age 19 in some provinces)
Columbia
Denmark
Finland*
Hungary
Ireland
Jamaica
Lithuania
Malaysia
Moldova
New Zealand*
Peru
Puerto Rico
St. Maarten
Slovenia
Sweden*
Turkmenistan
Ukraine
Venezuela

Dan was assaulted last night.

I got the text message this morning because my phone doesn't have reception.

I feel like shit.

Note the subject line. i am in hell. i've written 17 pages tonight. two more to go. i want to die.


I want bacon egg and cheese crossaint, but I sincerely doubt I'll be able to a trip to Burger King into my obnoxiously stressful schedule which is just as well, considering I've turned into a blue ribbon cow as of late.

EDIT: Note my delirium-induced typos, which I will leave standing uncorrected for your amusement.

words cannot express how exhausted i am right now.

mentally&physically.

two.more.days.

Elle! (courtesy of Ferrin)

EDIT:

Elle made a myspace!

Yay!

I'm in a really weird mood.

Right now, more than anything, I want to lie under a heavy piece of plastic under the shower. This makes no sense. I don't have heavy plastic, but remember those stations at the malls (for those of you who happened to have the ...privalege...of growing up in suburbia) that were like underwater looking CAT scans, where you get a massage and then look up and it's as if you're immersed in water?

Hahahahhahaha, I'm insane.

In other news, I've been really domestic lately-going to bed early, drinking next to nothing instead of multiple bottles, doing work and playing with puppy. It feels nice.

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

So, because I worked myself to the bone (quite literally) this week, I decided to go to JERSEY.

Haha. Sam, Dan, and I went to Jersey for free because we're sneaky and jumped over the turnstiles.

Which, is incredibly easy to do as there is no security by the station. PATH trains are weird. There's like advertisements on the underground walls and so you'll go by reaaaaaally fast and it'll be all SNAPPLE or whatever. When the train got to 33rd st, they were filming a movie and I got really confused because they changed the signs to say "86th street". Woo. When we finally got to Jersey we went to a bar, the name of which escapes me. DOLLAR PBRs. Yaaay. On our way back to the PATH, I bought the best cheeseburger of my life, which was made in a place that I probably wouldn't go into in the first place if I wasn't drunk. But it was so good. Ohmygod. And Fries. Best ever. for four dollars. I think I might take the PATH every once in a while just so I can get that cheeseburger.

I also bought three packs of cigarettes for 12 dollars, which is awesome, no?

Except that I'm smoking parliaments. parliament lights.

i'm sick of being taken for granted.



and on another note:

There's this scene in the beginning of the 2nd season of the OC when Mrs. Cooper asks Marissa what's wrong and she starts wailing at the top of her lungs and throwing furniture into the pool and basically going insane.

That's what I feel like right now.

I have 300 pages to read, only 50 of which are catch-up.
In same class I have a presentation due in which I need to read another 200 pages.

Also, have to read 40 pages + 1 62 page play in another class.

Which, tonight, means I will be reading 602 pages.

And, provided that I stay on track with 1 page/minute, without breaks for cigarettes and/or food, I will be done around 6am.

Another spectacular fucking day.

I don't want to be in this library anymore, and I especially don't want to be in this library writing another paper (the third this semester) about AIDS. At the rate this class is going, I will have dreams of an army of Kaposi lesions dancing around my head and hitting me with computer keys in my future. Oh jesus, the midnight Bobst fire alarm is going off.

Right now, I'd very much like to go to my warm Donna Landlord home and brew a cup of Chock O' Nuts coffee, lie in my fluffy bed, smoke a cigarette, and continue working on lengthy self-indulgent narratives.

The Bobst fire alarm horn (or...whatever) has now stopped, yet it continues to blink it's epilepsy-inducing light every 2-3 seconds.

I know I'm complaining a lot, but I've already written four pages, which at midnight, considering my usual progress, is both surprising and impressive. I'm allowed, damnit.

EDIT:
I just realized that the L train is...surprisingly...not in operation between 25 minutes ago and 6am.

Option 1: Take my sweet time since I can't get home.

Option 2: Finish at regular (note: 7 on an efficiency totem pole of 1-10) pace, sleep in group study room.

I'm at bobst again. Cry.

I downloaded porn the other day.

It was shitty porn, I only watched it for like 5 seconds (I'm serious!) and deleted it because it was gross and they dirty talked and I just laughed. Anyways, whenever I open the internet now I am inundated with pop ups advertising such necessities as jewelry, mortgages, and cars. Things I so desperately need, of course.

ANYWAYS. I just installed my Symantec AntiVirus program, which probably should have been installed, say, two years ago...and it is now detecting viruses.

The count right now is:

948

These viruses have the most interesting filenames.

I have selected a few for your reading pleasure:

1.) Bob Sinclair Western Dream
2.) Bodybuilding Shut the Fuck up and...
3.) CD Forestry 3.8.zip
4.)CSI Miami: Season 1-(HDTV-LOL).exe
5.)Can't get a date v.34.exe
6.)Caspers Spooky Swap.zip
7.) Celebrating Christmas Magazine
8.) Dungeons and Dragons Massive Pack.zip
9.)Fairly Odd Parents Superhero.........................

and the list goes on.

Count is now 1065

dorming