So first of all I just have to say, I hate Macs. I'm in the Marriot Library (I know, dorky considering it's Labor Day and I have no school), and all they have are Macs. I go to post a comment, and it takes forever for it to tag to the site. I'm hoping it will let me post a post, because last time I couldn't tell for a day. But I love this library, and I plan to sit in it and study till...well, I don't know, but for a while.
Anyway, Now that I'm back from camping I feel obligated to say something profound. Or at least two very dull things. I guess I could start with my birthday week. Duckling covered the day before quite adequately, so I won't say much about that. Except that eye make-up looks terrible on me. At least when too drastic of colors are involved. I look like a raccoon; but the facials were nice. The movie was questionable, but I'll let that one go.
On my actual birthday I spent most of the day doing nothing whatsoever. It was awesome. I slept in because I had no school or work (so till about 8), and then I went to the gym for 2 hours. The guy at the door that swiped my card was the first to wish me Happy Birthday. Brilliant strategy, having that pop up when you swipe the thing--I didn't know the guy, but I was particularly impressed with my gym at that moment. I ran 4 and 1/2 miles, which is what I've been stuck at for the last week, but regardless I felt really good after. Then I got home and showered was then taken out to lunch by 3 of my good friends from London. We went to Rubios, where I finally tried one of the fish tacos Traves told me to, and wonder of all wonders they had Vanilla Coke there. I let out a pretty well-developed gasp, and received some looks, but I was so happy I didn't care who knew it. I got a chicken burrito that had a lot of stuff in it, including avocado, so that with the coke made me highly satisfied with the whole outing-- more so because it was free. Then I went home and studied, or tried to before I got a really nice accidental nap in there, and at 340 I went to my Institute class. It was a pretty interesting lesson, though surprising at moments. So surprising that it would be awkward to write about. Then Sheidi, who is in my class, took me out to icecream. Mmmnnn...Almond pistachio.
That night I played Killer Bunnies at the game store with Davey, Pinkie, and Frogkisser. They gave us the best chocolate chip cookies from the bakery down the street, and we played with a bunch of complete strangers. It was awesome. I bought the game forever ago, and I had no idea how to play it till then. I'm still a little unsure about a lot of it, but whatever you don't know you just make up. But any game where you sit there and try to off each others bunnies-- in some pretty inventive ways I must admit...way up there on my list. I recommend it to all. We only played one game, but I had more homework to do and class the next day, so that was that. We opted not to do dinner, because I had been eating junk all day and was far from hungry, but I did get the best cake ever from FK, which the guy at the game store let us light inside. I guess I should say that he let us light the candles on the cake, not the actual cake itself, which would have been pretty awesome but both wasteful and hazardous. I also bought the first booster deck for my game (it's a pretty advanced card type game), because it was 15% off and I had game store money that they sent to me which happened to expire that day.
I spent the last few hours of my birthday, and the two proceeding it, studying Genetics. All in all, not a bad day. My weekend was very good, but I'll probably at least mention it later, so for now I really need to get back to studying. I had an ah-ha moment last night, so I'm pretty excited. Good considering my first test is this coming Friday, and I go back to work tomorrow.
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Steve Irwin was the Crocodile Hunter that had his own show and also owned the Australia Zoo. He was always wrestling with crocs and relocating them humanely.
Dude, I know who the guy is. He was crazy, and it's surprising he lived as long as he did ticking off all of the dangerous animals that he did. The question was: why the post dedicated to him?
And why are you posting this comment on my blog instead of yours.
What gym do you go to? I can not believe they had vanilla coke. Yum! Those cookies were really rich. I can only eat them once a month. The eye shadow looked so good on you. It was not drastic at all you hooker. It was pretty.
I'm posting here cause I never know how often you look at my page. I dedicated it to him cause I think he did a great job educating people about wild animals and he was a loving father and husband.
That's right, I looked like a hooker. What does that tell you?
He kind of prodded snakes and other animals that shouldn't have been irritated though, which made me wonder how well I'd want him teaching my kids. He's no Brian Fellows. The other stuff's good I guess.
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