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Greetings from Ephraim the Retarded Rabbit-Catholic Priest: Quid agis, medice?

It just occurred to me that at one point last night, I was reciting the digits of pi in a drunken reverie.

I miss books. I'm gonna drop everything and go work at a bookstore. Peasout, friends, et al.

~Explorer

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woah...i am stilll drunk. peasout luvya everybody every body

One-Liner

Sometimes, it's fun to talk about little, inconsequential things like your favorite chocolate bar.

Study Breaks

Yesterday, I did the silliest thing. I spent all day yesterday studying in my room. (No, that's not the silly thing.) Naturally, many study breaks were taken, involving snacking, peeing, cleaning, and brushing teeth, among other gerunds. During one study break, I had a sudden desire to try on my fancy turquoise and black dress from Mandee's, so I shimmied into it and modeled it to myself in front of the mirror. Then I took it off and hung it back up in my closet. But instead of putting my jeans and top back on like a sensible person, I decided to try on my Old Navy dress. Then my gray H&M dress. I ended up modeling every one of my dresses that afternoon, posing and prancing...basically holding an impromptu fashion show for me and my chiral twin. Eventually, though, I exhausted my supply of dresses, and so I put my jeans and top back on and went back to studying analysis. I had a total girl moment. Gee, I probably shouldn't even be telling you this. If I had any pride, I would keep this moment to myself. Sometimes, I feel sixteen again. And I have no shame, apparently.

Tabula Rasa

Almost anyway. You know how it is with blogs: you expose yourself, then you feel too exposed. I realized, while cleaning out my blog, that I've had this thing for over a year. Long live Archimedes- hoo!

Coloring My Name

"Hi, nice to meet you. I'm Angie. I was named after the Rolling Stones song of the same name."

I decided today that from now on, whenever I meet new people, I'm gonna tell them that I was named after the Rolling Stones song, "Angie". I've grown to love that song, which is a huge change from my initial reaction (Ew, why are they saying my name funny?!). Looks like I'm going through a Stones phase. I always go through phases.

Care For a Lemon Drop?

I feel like a bag of Chex Mix. Speaking of bags, I realize that it has been four months since the start of the new year, and I haven't told anyone my New Year's resolution. Maybe for good reason. But I'm feeling slightly adventurous or ready to be ridiculed, so here goes: My New Year's resolution was to...be like Dumbledore- wise and whimsical. Har har, I know. Well, it's definitely a challenge, I'll tell you that much. But today, I made a very Dumbledore-ish decision, and it worked for the better, so I believe I've got a good thing going here.

Not Me

I feel crazy. Tell me to jump into the Schkulkyll (sp?) and I would almost do it...except that's just disgusting and cold, and I'm not suicidal, don't worry. Sorry about the cryptic post(s).

A Line (Or Two) From Mick Jagger

Wild horses couldn’t drag me away
Wild, wild horses, couldn’t drag me away