Facebook sometimes has really funny groups. I never join them but today I noticed that one had the name “If I were an enzyme i would be DNA helicase so i could unzip your genes.”
HAHAHAHA
…… nice.
………… with a touch of nerd.
Archive for October, 2006
My mom, after I told her that I was going to a Halloween party: “Don’t eat too much candy!”
Love you, Mom. 
But the party wasn’t about the candy.
I went to Malibu yesterday, and it’s kind of expensive. But: a friend of a friend was working there and got us free laps around the racetrack. I’d have to say that the racetrack is the most fun out of anything in the park I’ve ever been on. The first lap, you’re going kind of slow. The second lap, you learn to take the corners faster. The THIRD lap, you’re drifting, and it’s freakin awesome. I did like 4 or 5 laps… I got off before it got old. I want to go back!!!
(by the way, I TOTALLY OWNED everyone at putt putt)
What do you think about a parody site on sex offenders? But with pets?
Muffy: Last seen near Atlanta, GA. Known for molesting other female dogs.
Porcupine Pete: Lethal sexual assault. Be careful around Pete!
I was just relishing in the memory of a Pringles can several years ago…
Once upon a time, before I could drive, when I was probably about 13 or 14 years old, I rode my bike to the grocery store. I spent my own money, my time to go to the store, my ENERGY on that bike… just to buy that can of chips. Then I told everyone, don’t touch my chips! They’re mine!
Little did I know that my mom was taking chips from me and eating them. On top of that, she was taking the chips and then replacing them with her own chips so that I wouldn’t get upset. After a while of me not knowing that she took and replaced my chips, she started replacing them with different flavors to see if I would figure it out… and of course I didn’t.
Eventually the guilt caused her to spill the beans. I totally wasn’t upset when she told me. Too bad though, I probably could have gotten chips for life from my Pringles bank.
I heard this expression the other night and thought it was hilarious: “Well I am trying to be sincere!”
Doesn’t that just mean you’re lying? If you wanted to be sincere, you just had to tell the truth. It’s like saying “I was trying to be green” or “I’m trying not to talk to you.”
Silly girl. I think that expression goes right up there with “Just Saying.”
I’m going to keep track of why the apartment is going to crap.
- Our door handle stopped working one night in such a way so that if we closed the door, it would lock us out. Or in, depending on where we were at the moment. Fortunately this was fixed in a few hours.
- Ants are seeping into the apartment despite the cold and despite the exterminator
- Handicap parking spots are not near the elevators but are instead on the opposite side of the garage.
- The walls surrounding the sink that support the countertop aren’t completed. If you look at them, you’ll see that they don’t really touch the countertop in many areas.
- After a month, the apartment complex granted us a bike rack. However, it’s been about 3 weeks since then, and it hasn’t been anchored to the ground yet. Can you get together some screws please?
That’s all so far. I’m sure I’ll remember later.
My shopping list is really sad.
- Fire extinguisher
- Shampoo
- Milk
- Band aids
Google has spreadsheets and word documents online. Why bother installing MS Office anymore?
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…Oh yeah, Powerpoint. Get on it, Google.
How did I miss the huge set of scratches under my arm…?
Today was a very life-threatening day!
- The stove caught on fire. It looked like someone spilled grease underneath the burner because the fire was coming from under it, and only a pot of water was on top. The alarms went off, and somehow it went out on its own without us getting around to smothering it. We opened our door and our patio window, and we turned on the fan to stop it. This is the third time the alarm has gone off but the first real fire.
- At kickball today, I was running home and was about to be hit by the ball. So like the awesome player I am, I jumped ridiculously high. However, the ball hit me in the foot and I was knocked off balance in the air and came down on my chin. Luckily, my hand broke some of my fall. I only have a couple of cuts on my chin. I probably don’t need stitches since its so small, but I’m going to check it out tomorrow anyway.
How cool will it be when I memorize this??
(This is part 5 of 5)
Not if you have to ask.
Will you recognize it if you see it?
Is it obvious or is it impossible to define?