In approximately 2.5 hrs I will be giving my final presentation for Strategy & Military History. I will be enlightening my fellow students on the US command decision to cross the 38th parallel during the Korean War. Should be the greatest 5 minutes of my evening (well, at least since I'm fairly certain I'm not getting laid).

Oh, Did I mention it's a group presentation? And that we have not met on how we are to coordinate our individual portions? And how we have 41 powerpoint slides for a 12-15 minute talk? We're awesome, I know.

But you know what, once it's done...I'm DONE! No more summer school. No responsibilities until I decide to take some on. Who's up for a little vacay?

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I was reading Application to Date Me over on The Bisch and saw he asks

15. I like cookies, especially chocolate chip ones. Do you like baking chocolate chip cookies?

I laughed so unexpectedly I almost had green tea come out my nose. I knew guys like fresh baked cookies but wow...

It made me a little sad though. It wasn't that long ago that I spent my spare time baking the day away and my evening packaging the goods up for the guys at my then moocher boyfriend's office. My house always smelled of dutch apple bread, banana bread, chocolate chip cookies, peanut butter cookies, and oreo cheesecakes. I threw some other things in from time to time but those were always big hits. I even took requests.

It came to an end once I got too busy to be suffiently bored enough to bake but I do miss it from time to time. I haven't really had an opportunity to bake for an office since then. I don't ever bake for my own workplace though...it feels too much like begging for their compliments or approval.

*sigh* Those were some good times...

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1 You know, I have a few requirements for dating me too. Did I ever show you the pie chart I made last year in grad school during a bout of procrastination? It basically came out that only 0.75% of the male population is even POTENTIAL dating material. How sad is that? Here's what I require (keeping in mind that I am a chemist): 1. Have you taken & passed ON THE FIRST TRY real, honest to God Calculus? Bonus points for any additional REAL math. 2. Do you currently smoke (anything) or use any [other] illegal substances? 3. Do you accept the fact that I have a fantastic sense of direction and can read a map better than you? 4. Do you accept the fact that I must do the vast majority of the driving since I am susceptible to carsickness? 5. Do you accept the fact that the only pussy in this relationship is between my legs and that you aren't to ever, ever act like one? Yeah, that's about it.

Posted by: Dorothy at June 30, 2005 10:55 PM (T+xz7)

2 Oh yeah, and once I came up with those rules, amazing that I finally met someone who fulfilled them!

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3 Anytime you want to bake for me, or the guys in my office, please... feel free. We love goodies! Of course, I like chocolate chip cookies, but the oreo cheesecake sounds good too. Oh, and the peanut butter cookies, and the banana bread, and.... mmm yum. I'm hungry.

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My step-mom's boxer, Jake, died at dad's house this morning. Dad text messaged my phone to tell me. What a happy wake-up call....

I won't particularly miss Jake since I haven't spent more than 36 hrs in my dad's house since he got re-married. I just never bonded with the dog in any meaningful way. Still, it is sad. He suffered for a long time when he should have been euthanized many months ago. I am relieved he is out of his misery.

I am slightly curious and creeped out though. I've never had a pet die at home (other than fish). I don't know how I would deal with my pet just dropping dead in my house. Meeting an unfortunate end is one thing, but to just wake up one morning and find your life-long pet not breathing? Yikes... I'd have nightmares for sure.

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Meee-ow I'm awesome...come and get it boys!

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1 Well, I could have told you that without you taking the test. You have that look in your eyes.

Posted by: assrot at June 30, 2005 08:34 AM (ARCEn)

2 To quote a certain President of the United States, "Bring it on!" Seriously, you haven't HAD sex until you've had it with a desperately ugly man with massive self-esteem issues. I suppose that's why I scored the same way in the test. Oh, and did I mention that I give head like a retard? Women seem to like it, though. After a couple of minutes of my tongue, the young lady stops noticing my flailing limbs and the crash helmet my mom forces me to wear. As Pat O'Brien would say, "I'm just soooooo fuckin' HOT! Let's get together and just go crazy! Just. Go. Crazy." And yes, I am the sexiest man alive.

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3 Nice... now where did you say you lived again? And what time is our date this weekend?

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4 Yep. I knew that from looking at you. Just damn ! That's all I can say. I'm too old to cut the mustard anymore. Sorry, looks like it would be fun with you. :-)

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I'm embarassed to say I'm watching Dr. Phil at the moment but when it came on, I just couldn't turn it off because of the topic - terrible in-laws. Granted, I've never been married but I've had some bad experiences with the potential in-laws that have definitely been detrimental to my relationships.

So...the show didn't really help because I got distracted and didn't really pay attention...but what I did hear sounded familiar. Men that don't stand up for their wives... in-laws that talk trash or meddle... women that get backed into a corner because they are entirely abandoned... men caught in the middle that do nothing because they don't know who to side with...

While I love my grandmother and I have issues with my own mother, I saw first hand how this affected my mom as I was growing up. My mother did everything she could to make that woman happy. She gave up relationships with her own family and I missed out on relationships with my extended family only 4 hours away because my grandmother insisted we spend holidays with her. My father never stood up for my mom and to the best of my knowledge, never even validated that she had a reason to be upset when my grandmother did something. The snide remarks were missed when we were young but always could sense the tension. We always knew when our parents had been fighting over her, even if we couldn't hear them. My grandma didn't respect my mom and my dad never stepped in to ease the tension. My mom got run over for years and was never given any credit for how hard she tried or how emotionally trying it was to be the bigger person for nearly 30 years.

The only potential inlaws that have ever treated me well were the people that believed I was far too good for their son and practically encouraged me to leave him once they realized I was about to do it.

Maybe this is why I've never been married...

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I have a question I'd like to pose to the 'sphere...

If a woman hits a man, for whatever reason, right or wrong (in the arm or body...not the face or the jewels), does the man have a right to hit her back? Ever? Is this fair in the era of equal rights and equal treatment?

Please leave your response in the comments.

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Anyone who has known me for even a few month knows I often fight with insomnia. I'm a night person by nature and sometimes it just takes over. Last night was one of those nights. And I haven't been sleeping well for the past few days as it is.

I forced myself to go to bed around 2am but my body was not having it. I tossed and turned for probably an hour before I fell asleep. Unfortunately though, it didn't last long. I was awake off and on for the entire rest of the night. At 6am I was awake enough to realize what time it was and getting fully back to sleep was lost. By 7:30 I was wide awake and out of bed...and bitter about it...

Since then I've had breakfast, surfed my blogroll, and watched far too much TV. Far too many channels, nothing good on TV, and a blow to my self-esteem as I somehow got stuck on paid programming for fitness videos...

Fucking insomnia

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I'm sure this topic is going to be all over the 'sphere tomorrow so I'm not going to go off pontificating about it. I'm just going to sit and smile about it.

Ronald Reagan voted the greatest American of all time

Just makes me all kinds of warm and fuzzy inside.

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Have you ever posted something on your blog just to get it off your chest and then been confronted with a comment, email, phone call from someone that swore what you wrote was in relation to them? Sometimes theyÂ’re apologizing for something they'd done, sometimes they're mad as hell that you wrote such a thing in view of the entire public... but either way...they are certain your motives for writing point straight back at them.

But what if your motives for writing weren't pointing straight back at them? Have you ever just felt a certain way without having to ascribe those feelings to one single person or event? Maybe a bunch of things just built up and you had to get it out once and for all. I have felt this way... posted as a result...and gotten the aforementioned, unsolicited response...

In my philosophy, the people that think the posts are about them are guilty. Some might say self-absorbed or arrogant...but I'll stick with guilty. A conscience so guilty about something that they are convinced my writing was their fault. A conscience that knows a wrong deed was committed that has not been atoned for and is trying to make its owner realize the error in judgment. Alas, most of these people don't listen to the conscience and just think you a liar when you tell them the post wasn't about them...

Those with something to hide or a guilty conscience are always the ones that will jump to scream their defense. Sometimes though, 'he doth protest too much,' and the truth shines through...

But guilt really is a strange thing when you stop and think about it...sometimes we bring it on ourselves and sometimes we are coaxed into it with the help of someone else...but really, it is something truly internal that makes us suffer...

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I had an awesome time this weekend at a moving out party. Good food, lots of people, and plenty of alcohol.

It was a Crown & Coke night for me...and an entire bottle of Crown later I found I had been laid four, yes FOUR times...and while I was at it I managed to get myself into some handcuffs too... Hey, they don't call me whiskey girl for nothin'!

...and afterall, it was in the name of supporting the troops... what can be trashy about that?

Check the extended entry for pics more...

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I found this humorous link about cleaning via Rachel Ann. I especially like #13...

13. I'm not going to vacuum 'til Sears makes one you can ride on.

A vacuum you can ride on? Now THAT would make housework fun. Hell, I'd volunteer to vacuum friends' and neighbors' houses just to get more time in with the vacuum...

Science...you need to get on this RIGHT AWAY!

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In cadaver class, my dissection team included a couple of guys who loved to joke around. They were good for a laugh no matter how bad your day was. For the most part their hijinks were innocent and fun...usually...

Split into our 3 pairs, we stood around the body and across from our partner tasked with dissecting the mirror image of our position. During the first couple of sessions we had no idea what we were doing. We had been handed a dissection kit, a smock, surgical gloves, a text book, and told not to screw it up. CRAP!

We were terrified of our instructor - but somehow, not in a bad way. We all loved her and had a huge amount of respect for her...but feared if we pissed her off the wrath she would bring down upon us. We had seen it before. We had heard her yell. We had seen the controlled, carefully selected words she hurled...they always hit their target and she never said something she didn't mean or something she didn't think would benefit the recipient. She was the best thing for us...and we were scared shitless about it...

Adrenaline pumping...scalpel in hand...instructorÂ’s words echoing in my head...I make an incision and pray I didn't cut too deep... Insecurity still coursing through my body. Using tweezers and probes I keep working to remove the necessary tissue... In my head I hear, don't fuck this up, everyone is counting on you...med school is on the line here...for everyone.... None of us are really sure yet how to take the fact that this is a dead woman, not an animal. I slowly begin shutting out the chatter of the other groups and the music playing in the background.... My mind becomes focused on the body before me... I assure myself that I can do this... and I feel a tap on my arm... I twist my head just slightly and look out of the corner of my eye to see who is trying to get my attention... I see the cadaver's hand moving up and down, tapping my forearm. AHHHHH!!! I jumped three feet and dropped my tools. Words could not escape my panicked lips. The voice in my head was screaming, THE DEAD WOMAN MOVED! THE DEAD WOMAN JUST FUCKING MOVED!! The boys fell to the floor laughing...

Josie, who had been dissecting next to me, though it would be funny to tap me with her hand and had gotten the other 3 guys in on the joke. Funny after the fact, but not cool in the moment. Tell me with a straight face you wouldn't damn near wet your pants if a dead woman started moving...

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I'll let you be the judge of this test's accuracy...

You are pure, moral, and adaptable. You tend to blend into your surroundings. Shy on the outside, you're outspoken to your friends. You believe that you live a virtuous life... And you tend to judge others with a harsh eye. As a result, people tend to crave your approval.

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...In the Good Humor aisle at Giant.

As if it weren't sad enough to be doing your grocery shopping on a Friday night, alone, I had a basket full of frozen food screaming away at the state of my personal life. Don't ask me why but my chubby ass gave into the devil inside that was begging for ice cream.

I got to the aisle, my indecisiveness kicked in, and I hemmed and hawed about what to buy for a few minutes. Finally I started picking up boxes and comparing labels. I had to give into the devil inside but I didn't want to be 3 sizes bigger as a result. I finally decide on something, add it to my basket, and go on my way.

*Smack*

The ice cream bars fell on the floor as I'm leaving the aisle. As I pick them up I realize they aren't the ones I wanted. So I go to the end cap freezer with various frozen treats and put it inside. I reach to pick up a different box when I realize there are 20 bars inside. I definitely don't need that much ice cream in my freezer. My ass would be to New Jersey by dawn... So I close the freezer, keep looking, and finally decide on cheap ice cream bars.

I grab the box, pull it from the freezer, and *whoosh* the entire box of ice cream bars go flying across the floor. I start to laugh at the happenstance but as I look up to the people coming my direction, none of them are even snickering. One woman even glared at me for being her way as I picked them all up and put the damaged box back in the freezer. No humor I tell you...

Like studying alone on a Friday night in a crowded restaurant wasn't shameful enough... Hpmh!

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You know...I just may never be done going to school...

I have 2 Bachelors degrees, I'm in the process of getting a Masters degree, and now UCONN develops a Masters degree that is more in line with that I'd rather be pursuing...CNN reported on it today.

So, how many want to bet I apply to UCONN for Fall 2006?

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Err..I meant to title this step-sister...

Well the little skank has now officially followed in the older skank's footsteps and even managed to one up her. This morning, little skank smacked her Infiniti (that she did nothing to earn or pay for) into the whore's BMW. At least the older skank only wrecked her own car when she had accident after accident.

And will the little skank be held responsible? Not a prayer... Her mother the whore wouldn't hear of teaching her children how to be responsible for their actions. Or in reference to the skank, the words of my brother...

Lol. Responsible? Educated? Intelligent? Why be any of those things when you can just marry/divorce men as they hold/lack money?

Why dad married into this trash I will never understand...

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Really...I did...

I was on my way to class when I realized (1) I was running late (I thought) and (2) I didn't have enough money on my metro card and all I had was a credit card. Dammit, fewer machines to choose from. I happened to catch the station just when a bus full of travelers came in...There is a shuttle from the airport directly to where I metro from. Dammit, stupid lines of people. I have 2 machines to choose from and one line is horrendous...so I go to the other one... Dammit, it's the line of people that don't know what they are doing. Ok, I can be patient...I don't really care about class that much anyway...

Dobee dobee do... waiting... waiting... waiting ... K...almost my turn...

The lady in front of me is this little old woman that apparently can't speak or read English. But she has a smartcard... weird... Anyway, I am patient... she must sort of know how this works if she has a smartcard.

Dobee dobee do... waiting... waiting... waiting ... K... this lady is clueless...

She is getting frustrated and more frantic as she is pushing buttons and trying to shove money in the machine. She steps aside mid-transaction, desperately looking at the next machine, trying to find some way to do this. It's almost like she used to know but just can't remember.

I feel bad for her so I try to help...

I lean forward, cancel the screen she is staring at, and start her over. I swipe her card, push a button...meanwhile she is frantically trying to shove the money in still... the machine takes the money, I swipe her card, and sheÂ’s good to go.

Or not...

She stands there staring at the screen. I put my hand on her shoulder and tell her its ok, itÂ’s all done. And then I get the look... Oh shit...what did I do? She puts her hands to her face and then holding up two fingers says, "2 dollar" and points to herself. Uhhh...shit... You can't get money off of a smartcard once itÂ’s on there. Uhhh...shit shit shit... She wanders away mumbling to herself and holding her head in her hands. I look to the guy behind me and he looks at me like, "you're holding up the line."

So, I get my card and I go to class. I saw her standing at the other smartcard machine when I went through the gate thingy (whatever that is called for real). I felt terrible! What if that was money for her kids to eat tonight? Ugh...I tried, man...

Do I at least get the good karma for trying?
All I tried to be was a Good Samaritan, God dammit...

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During my third year of college I lived in an overpriced yet kind of crappy apartment complex. The rent was a little steep but I had my own bedroom so I didn't dare complain too much. The girl that lived in the loft didn't have walls...I was better off than her at least. That year was also the year the management decided to repaint the complex. It took month after month to finish all the buildings...but this single story made living there worth while...

Early one bright and sunny morning the crew taped plastic over my top floor window and prepared to paint the street side of the building. Of course, they started at the top. This meant they placed a VERY high ladder against the building, and it went right past my window. Where there is a ladder, there is a painter...

Come about 8am my alarm clock goes off, simultaneously playing loud pop music and irritating beeps. I reached over and hit snooze...meanwhile, the guy outside jumped 3 feet and spent the next 5 minutes cussing up a storm in Spanish. I snuggled back into bed and dozed until the snooze went off. I reached over and hit snooze again...and the guy outside jumped a couple of feet and swore up and down he almost fell of the ladder and died. I giggled to myself and snuggled back in bed...my Spanish sucked but I could understand enough to know he didn't know where the noise was coming from and was thoroughly pissed off about it. Nine minutes later, the snooze went off again... I was full on laughing at this point... he was still startled by the alarm... He was yelling to other guys in the crew that their joke wasn't funny anymore... which of course made it that much funnier to me... But I felt kind of bad so I turned off the alarm and went to take a shower.

Later, wrapped in a towel, I walked back into my room and just remembering it made me laugh...I damn near killed the guy with my alarm clock!

I told you I hate mornings...enough to kill...

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Today's Thought of the Day is:

Discuss.

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So parents keep bitching about military recruiters 'harassing' their children. I would like to smack each and every one of these people...with a dead fish...right across the face...some of them more than once.

I know several Marine Corps recruiters and have had some experience with how they are taught to do their job. There are bad apples that might not be doing their job correctly but these parents are making a bad name for recruiters and the military everywhere.

These kids are 18 (or damn near) and society trusts them to be adults at that point. Granted, at 18 we all still have a lot of growing up to do...but if you trust them to vote, why don't you trust them to uphold that value? It was won militarily here, why is it so wrong that the military be used to bring that value to another country?

High school juniors and seniors should be adult enough to be able to say, "No thank you" and walk away if they really aren't interested. Sure, sometimes there is the hard sell but no one is grabbing you by the arm and dragging you to MEPS against your will. Maybe it's just annoying to get the phone calls when you really aren't interested? There is a way to keep your information off their records - try using it instead of working your flappy little head like a South Park character.

Are these teenagers not allowed to decide for themselves what future adventures they'd like to embark on? Feel they don't have all the facts? Talk to them about why they are interested in the military! Or is your discomfort about their decision worth more than their autonomy and your support?

It is a recruiterÂ’s job to conduct himself in the most professional way possible while talking to your children. On an educational campus, at the mall, in their office, or any other place a recruiter might be found...do you really think that this person is going to risk their career over getting your kid to enlist? I don't think so. You might think your kid is that special but I've got news for you...he/she isn't worth someone's job, let alone a military career & retirement...

And if your kid is so frightened of the big bad recruiter at the age of 17 or 18 that they can't walk the other way, you should worry...not about the recruiter but about how sheltered you've raised your kid to be. Oh, and don't let them go shopping by themselves either...you know how pushy those sales people can be...your children might get swindled and learn a hard lesson about making their own decisions...GASP!

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