Uranus.

Seriously. How could you make fun of a planet as fucking cool as Uranus?

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It's on its side! Look at it!

tag, I'm it.

If I could be a scientist... I suppose I wouldn't be allowed to laugh at the enginerds anymore.
If I could be a doctor...
If I could be a painter...A surrealist revival is in order.
If I could be a gardener...
If I could be a missionary...
If I could be an athlete... Professional skateboarder. Duh.
If I could be a lawyer..
.If I could be an innkeeper...
If I could be a llama rider...
If I could be a bonnie pirate...
If I could be an astronaut...don't laugh, but I actually want to see Uranus. It's tilted on its side. I can only imagine how cool that must look.
If I could be a world famous blogger...
If I could be a justice on any one court in the world...
If I could be married to any current famous political figure... Mayor O'Malley, baby.

sigh

I should've gone to the doctor today.

Now it hurts again, and moreso. ::stupid::

At any rate, I still got a sweet new pair of Reefs, and I've got a decent direction for my paper. It's just writing the stupid thing that I don't feel like doing. Still, the implications of Chernobyl's effects on International health laws are sort of interesting, I guess.

Going with Mom tomorrow to drop Char back at school. I hope she stays out of trouble this time. She's nearing her final strikes, I suspect.

oh the humanity.

What the hell is wrong with my throat?

It hurts!

My tonsils are swollen!

The pain has spread to my ears!

And there are icky white patches.

::dies::

it begins. again.

Since this is for venting bile, I think I'll begin here.

1. I hate, hate, hate artichokes. There were artichokes in my spaghetti sauce this evening. I was not amused.

2. Why are my ex-boyfriends all a) pretentious, b) jerks, or c) in need of a good kick in the pants? A guy I dated about... let's say 6 years ago... he's a music major. Thus, he is the most important human being ever. He wrote a thesis on Blue Oyster Cult. He worships at the altar of Boston. BOSTON, for fuck's sake. They aren't even good! For a period of time, he had a ponytail and wore biker boots. And this is a frail, pasty nerd we're talking about here. And the guitar? Total compensation tactic. And today, he took a picture of his new tattoo, on his pasty, flabby bicep. And it's terrible. And I know I shouldn't, but I think that's really really funny.

3. Steve's in California until next week. Dammit.

4. The Chernobyl essay still hasn't written itself. I'm getting impatient.

More later. Cranky now.