outer-jessie's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- It's Thursday. Not Friday. Children and the faint of heart, I implore you to avert your eyes. What I am about to say may impede your ability to live a normal life. I have been googled for "Uncle Jessie porn." It is not the fact that this google put me up there as one of the top results that bothers me, but rather the fact that anyone was looking for Uncle Jesse porn at all! And spelled it wrong to boot! WHAT THE FUCK? For those of you that don't know, Uncle Jesse was a character in the sappy wholesome ridiculous but maniacally addictive sitcom Full House, original home of the now, dare I say it, jailbait Olsen twins. And now I'll be googled for that. *sigh* Onwards, and away from the topic of porn. My tv arrived last night. A brand spanking new tv, I'll have you know. Apparently, my former tv kicked the bucket, and this was what it was trying to spell out for me with its dying breaths. But I don't speak tv, which is why it took a professional to sign the death certificate. The Nielsen people replaced my dead tv with a new one, free of charge. I'll also get a check for twenty five bucks for it, for allowing them the "pleasure" of installing it. It's unbelievable, and yet it happened. The new tv is a Panasonic, which the Nielsen guy claimed is actually better than what I had before (Magnavox?), but the picture is not as nice so I have my doubts. Nevertheless, I threw it a Spongebob-themed welcome-to-your-new-home party, which is to say, I made it show me lots of Spongebob. And some Zoog movies. And sitcoms on syndication. I won't lie to you. I got nothing done last night. Good things have happened though. My GRE scores never got delivered. Although that looks like a bad thing on the surface, and it is, frankly, it also provided me with a reason to write to my contact at the University of Arizona and ask him if he'd gotten his copy. And he wrote back! *cue sun bursting through clouds and various passers-by ascending straight into heaven* That was such a relief, even though he had no information for me. Now I know he's still concerned about my possible candidacy for grad school, and my upcoming trip. We even made a sort-of, sketchy little half-date to dish about questions I have for him before I arrive. And I booked my hotel reservation for my stay in Tucson. Hello, cheap-o depot! But it's all ok by me. I'll only be there for about 12 hours anyway, and my friends' presence will make it seem like Disney World, so who cares? Things look good. I added Rob's sister to my bridesmaids; with her and her husband in the wedding party, we'll have included the entirety of both our immediate families. With one small exception...Rob's soon-to-be stepfather. I would like for him to be involved too (he could be a groomsman or whatever else, I'm flexible), but Rob does not. I think this is going to make a rather awkward situation for the poor guy (the stepfather, that is), but Rob won't budge about it. Yet he claims he feels no animosity toward him. Hmmmm. There is a zit on my lip. It hurts. In my head, I've been calling it my Lip Blip. I have no one else to tell these things, which is why I'm telling you. Chat is still non-functional. &*$#%@! Do you realize I haven't been able to get on all week? Do you understand how much Triple Quintzee I've had to play? This is how I get when I've finished all my work early. My sister and two younger cousins are in Boston right now, waiting to distract me. I'm going to meet them at Park Street in T minus two hours. Have I mentioned that my elbows hurt? My elbows fucking hurt! I haven't looked at a physics book in about two weeks. I haven't looked at my spectra in about two months. More! I was on a roll there for a while, remember? (of course you don't, but just shut up and pretend you do) Then I hit a hard spectrum and didn't know what to do with it. We've been stalemated ever since. The key element there was stale, not mated. Greg. >:[ Goddammit. Somebody respond to what I wrote at debate-it. It wasn't controversial in the least, it hardly says anything, but no one's said anything about it since I posted. Someone do something! I'm so lonely! 1:32 p.m. - 2002-08-22 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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