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christadanielle
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Name: christa
Birthday: 6/15/1982
Gender: Female
Interests: reading (not if it's assigned), chatting in any way shape or form, cats (as many as possible), history (it's my major), horses, traveling of course (particularly if it's cheap), languages (especially when it means i can translate and lord it over ignorant people), and so on
Expertise: sleeping in, wasting time, making people mad, spending money without meaning to, leaving a place just when i realize i want to stay...
Occupation: Student
Message: message meEmail: email me
AIM:  choclatecovrdant
Member Since:
1/16/2005
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| So Tarah pointed out the other day that I'm a loser b/c I haven't posted in so long. I can't argue with her logic. But it seems that for once, my life is largely drama-free. Which leaves me lots of free time to create drama out of nothing. Hooray! No, seriously, I am enjoying the reprieve from major trauma, drama, and anything else that ends with ma (rama? shama? yo momma?).
Am currently working on applying to grad school. Have the GRE scheduled for the 14th (aaaaahhhhh), and then applications start being due the 7th of December. (why o why do they need application materials in early December when they don't make decisions until April?!)
Work has improved. I'm learning how to better deal with these crazy mathematicians. In fact, I've come to the conclusion that the stereotype is actually too mild. They are, at least ones in certain fields of mathematics, totally and utterly helpless. And if you know me, this inspires approximately zero nurturing instincts in me. Mostly I just want to throw the coffee maker at their heads if they continue to try to put the coffee in the water spout, or walk into the glass walls, or get confused when trying to unlock the door. Sigh.
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| exerpt from a Dave Barry collumn:
I have always been terrible at
remembering people's names, but now I forget names instantaneously,
before they have gotten all the way through my ear canal. If somebody
introduces himself to me at a social event, it sounds as though he's
saying: ``Hi. I'm Blah.''
''I'm sorry,'' I'll say. ``What was your name again?''
''Blah,'' he'll say.''
''Ah!''
I'll say, smiling brightly while hoping that a meteor will crash into
the building before I have to introduce him to someone else.
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| woah indeed.
today i have achieved new heights of boredom. i'm so bored that
even the thought of picking up my glass of water and bringing it to my
lips feels like waaaaaay too much effort. it's 430 and there is
literally nothing to do here (well, except perhaps some random jobs
that i dont' want to do... like drinking water). blarg!
in other news: work actually has been going better lately.
(i.e. it's not been so boring. today clearly being an
exception). and my stomach has been much better lately
(except the past few days, go figure).
i need to wax. huzzah!
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| because i know you're all DYING to see a picture of them.
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| at long last. i know you've been waiting with baited
(bated? is that even the right word? disclaimer: NOT an
english major) breath for this moment.
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