tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32565042011-04-21T14:19:21.998-07:00She wanted to go to Law School<br> She knew she was meant to go to Law School<br> She put everything on hold to get in to Law School<br> She is sitting on the couch eating croutons straight from the box.Lazyqueernoreply@blogger.comBlogger2231100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3256504.post-1136925805264406072006-01-10T12:42:00.000-08:002006-01-10T13:21:08.486-08:00

is realizing it's an episode you've already seen. Oh, I have sunk so low.I got kidney stones. Yes, again. And you know wha?t, they *are* better the second time around. It's like dessert after a wonderful dinner. and the painkillers are the mints they have by the door.So I'm watching celebtrity Poker Showdown and this woman kept raising and raising and she had nothing in her hand and everyone

Lazyqueernoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3256504.post-1136499381361136942006-01-05T13:40:00.000-08:002006-01-10T10:14:43.990-08:00

Sometimes I'm sitting in class and I realize that I am technically in law school. I am supposed to understand the phrases my prof is using: "possesory interest", "colorable claim", etc. At some point I am supposed to start using these phrases. In court. Or when talking to a client. Or trying to impress chicks. That's when I look at the corner.In the corner of 118, behind the rows and rows

Lazyqueernoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3256504.post-1126720870439784112005-09-14T10:56:00.000-07:002005-09-15T10:44:31.660-07:00

This is not how you apologize when you are responsable for the death of thousands. This is how you apologize when you were late picking someone up from the train station. And you're defensive about it.

Lazyqueernoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3256504.post-1126164501759102802005-09-08T00:12:00.000-07:002005-09-08T01:05:02.363-07:00

But when he started talking about changing poverty in NO, I thought he might talk about more money for underfunded schools and for assistance programs and health care. But no, apparently, the problem with poor people is that they don't know how to act right, like middle class people do. They don't expect to go to college, so they don't. They expect to have children as teenagers, so they do.

Lazyqueernoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3256504.post-1126160565137337432005-09-07T23:15:00.000-07:002005-09-07T23:23:34.640-07:00

Can you believe this? This is the next step, from gathering news to writing it. Will the blogs become newspapers? Will we finally have access to news that isn't produced by one of a few giant corporations? Will it make MSM finally shape up and use the facts?My Mom told me about this post from MyDD. The top 6 leftist blogs each have more readership than the top conservative blog. Tides are

Lazyqueernoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3256504.post-1125976415024423052005-09-05T20:12:00.000-07:002005-09-05T20:13:35.030-07:00

Lazyqueernoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3256504.post-1125774657976688612005-09-03T11:40:00.000-07:002005-09-03T12:21:02.436-07:00

I finally stopped crying. I don't know how Bush does it.Why is there this focus on supposed "looters" and blame for people who couldn't evacuate?Why are people locked in the convention center? Why are there security checkpoints that don't allow anyone to leave NO?Why weren't we prepared?Why doesn't the relief effort have any of the intelligent, focused strategy Bush reserves for his political

Lazyqueernoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3256504.post-1125598108233160452005-09-01T11:04:00.000-07:002005-09-01T11:51:28.670-07:00

Read America Blog.Why weren't we prepared? We knew this was coming. Why did Bush wait 2 days - 2 days - to come back from vacation? I guess when there aren't any "terrorists" to blame, Bush is at a loss. Or, more accurately, New Orleans is.Why is Bush so dedicated to leaving a legacy of unnecessary death?By the way, the victims of Katrina will be amoung those "credit deadbeats" who will be

Lazyqueernoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3256504.post-1125569644999452772005-09-01T02:42:00.000-07:002005-09-01T03:14:05.006-07:00

Today I:1) Made 55 servings on yellow curry with onions, cabbage, pepper, mushrooms, and free-range chicken and froze them in 55 separate plastic bags. They all go in the fridge of my wonderful mother who insists she has not gotten tired of it yet.2) Argued and emerged victorious against a business that was trying to stop Stef from getting a promotion she had earned. This is the culmination

Lazyqueernoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3256504.post-1125391375271086902005-08-29T23:57:00.000-07:002005-08-30T10:40:25.536-07:00

Based on my having watched an usually large amount of MTV lately (that is to say more than none). The best way to view these is usually to start downloading the video and then go do something else while it downloads for five minutes, then watch it.1. "Lose Control" Missy Elliot featuring Ciara 2. "Question!" System of a Down3. "Mr. Brightside" The Killers". There may be other and better

Lazyqueernoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3256504.post-1125169327717237932005-08-27T11:40:00.000-07:002005-08-27T13:01:36.700-07:00

A recent study found that men are, on average, five points ahead of women in IQ. 80,000 IQ tests were given and an additional 20,000 students were studied. The scientists concluded that men were generally smarter than women and that these differences "may go some way to explaining the greater numbers of men achieving distinctions of various kinds, such as chess grandmasters, Fields medallists

Lazyqueernoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3256504.post-1124344426577610022005-08-17T22:48:00.000-07:002005-08-17T22:58:21.393-07:00

1. Put on an awesome, hip, Capitol Hill-esque outfit complete with boots.2. Taught a sub-par class becuase my feet hurt so much from standing for 4 hours with the boots on.3. Felt sympathy for all the teachers who had to deal with me in their class, ignoring them and talking to my friends cuz I thought I was so smart.4. Sat in front of a VERY angry bus rider who complained the whole time

Lazyqueernoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3256504.post-1123832668597628482005-08-12T00:40:00.000-07:002005-08-12T00:44:28.663-07:00

1. That between the waist of your jeans and the bottom of your shirt is a wide bright-blue strip of your bright-blue underwear.

Lazyqueernoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3256504.post-1123661980721759132005-08-10T01:05:00.000-07:002005-08-10T14:09:02.350-07:00

">People who do research about the "physical differences between the brains of men and women" can bite me.These studies tell us nothing except the biases and beliefs of the researchers. It is shocking to me that it is called science. What a perfect example of how, by defining the universe, we create it.Every sentence should start with "Because men are good with tools" or "Because women are good

Lazyqueernoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3256504.post-1121636417497499122005-07-17T14:39:00.000-07:002005-07-17T14:40:17.503-07:00

What I'm eating: Organic challah, montasio cheese, and nectarines purchased half an hour ago from the farmer's market.What I'm reading: Harry Potter 4.Who I ran into: Amy Robbinson. We basically talked about how we avoid Swatties and dispersed.

Lazyqueernoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3256504.post-1121581801040037682005-07-16T23:11:00.000-07:002005-07-16T23:30:01.050-07:00

Like a bat in the dark. Like a viper, having lain in wait, then lunging forward and striking! Biting at your ankles when ... oh no! Those fangs are poison! Mr. Weasley has been attacked.You thought you were safe and you ate your picnic lunch, but the wind moved through the grass and you realized it was colder, somehow, then it had ever been and you imagined would ever be. Voldemorte... said

Lazyqueernoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3256504.post-1112851474812045172005-04-06T22:04:00.000-07:002005-04-06T22:28:32.523-07:00

After a while, helping people get the tax refunds they deserve loses its sparkle. It's like a wine glass that was left on the floor, and then someone stepped on it, and then they yelled at you because they told you that the glasses go in the cabinet. Sometimes the only bright spot in my day is directing people to the wrong escalator when they ask for the bathroom.People are always asking me

Lazyqueernoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3256504.post-1110781180622414172005-03-13T22:12:00.000-08:002005-03-13T22:23:16.613-08:00

I would like to preface that I am not the kind of blogger who waits for two months and only posts when she has big news. I am not the kind of blogger who decides to apply to law school 5 months before the deadline and then doesn't write anything after she turns in her applications. And I am not the kind of blogger who will write anything to make it seem like her entry is more than blatant

Lazyqueernoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3256504.post-1105730601132824932005-01-14T11:08:00.000-08:002005-01-14T11:23:21.133-08:00

Keep better track of your books! Alison Bechdel (a picture of Moe) That's what Alison Bechdel wrote in my copy of "The Indelible Alison Bechdel" that I lost in Swarthmore years ago. Eve got it signed for me for Xmas. That's right. She calls me "Liz", I call her "Ali". It's a thing we have. She's always kidding me about how I lose my books. It's an inside joke, really. I can't really

Lazyqueernoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3256504.post-1105527657954692082005-01-12T02:57:00.000-08:002005-01-12T03:00:57.953-08:00

That's right, tomorrow Mom, my sister, and I celebrate Xmas. Explanations and pictures to follow, but for now there is just a pile of presents and a few sugar plums who fell asleep.

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I have a new hobby wherein I go to "Half Price Books" (a local chain) and buy all the $1.00 paperbacks by awesome authors like Amy Tan, Alice Walker, and Margaret Atwood. I don't look at the titles, I just buy 'em and read 'em. It's great. I am going to have a huge collection of cheap, wonderful books and then I will line them up on a bookshelf and then I will laugh. I will laugh an angry,

Lazyqueernoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3256504.post-1104631191237422002005-01-01T17:05:00.000-08:002005-01-03T02:45:14.000-08:00

About 6 years ago, every phone jack in our house stopped working. The only one that still had a signal was the one outside my bedroom window. Rather than call up an electricion, we rigged up a very elaborate system of phone cords connecting every phone from that phone jack. The line splits multiple times throughout our house to accomodate three phones and our DSL. The splitters are on the

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People said, "Elizabeth, you decided to go to law school in August. You didn't even take a class to prepare for the LSAT. You went through college with the motto: 'whatever, I just have to graduate.' And your only work experience was being a sellout computer programmer." "What's your point?" I ask. "What on Earth makes you think you can get into UW Law?" My LSAT score. That's what. Okay, my

Lazyqueernoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3256504.post-1103331847825323322004-12-17T16:58:00.000-08:002004-12-17T17:04:07.826-08:00

Who's Your Daddy? A show where an attractive blond woman in a fancy black cocktail dress picks out biological her father from a bunch of older men in tuxedos. She was adopted when she was 6 months old. What a perfect way to be both incredibly creepy and remind everyone how important bioligcal relations are. Ah, you sly Fox, you.

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"Does animal feed put people at risk?" says the header in Consumer's Report. Underneath are two perspectives: No The CEO of American Feed Industry Association. In the picture there is a man who looks kind of like Dave Thomas and kind of like Santa Claus. He clearly has no idea what's going on. He has quotes like, "naw, our food is just fine" and "don't you worry your little head about it.

Lazyqueernoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3256504.post-1102983249158143932004-12-13T15:55:00.000-08:002004-12-13T16:14:09.156-08:00

So, I lost this $600 check from my temp agency back in August. I finally called them about it a month ago and they never got back to me. I waited and waited until my bank account was small enough to put fear in my heart and then I called them again today. They figured out which check it was, cancelled it (costing me $29 bucks), and sent me a new one. But I was like, "hey, better $570 than

Lazyqueernoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3256504.post-1102885875157294062004-12-12T13:51:00.000-08:002004-12-12T13:11:15.156-08:00

How it started: I got up at 10 AM with a whole day ahead of me. I was going to work on my personal essay, read the motion on the Washington Gay Marriage case, do some errands. What I have done so far: Spent 2 hours making latkes and forgetting to add salt. How I got back on track: I ate all the latkes in like 4 minutes then flopped down on the couch. What I am doing now: Looking at jobs on

Lazyqueernoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3256504.post-1101951133267871412004-12-01T17:24:00.000-08:002004-12-01T17:32:13.266-08:00

You know what I hate? I hate when you turn on the TV and accidently get caught up in a series finale. You think you're going to watch some funny, mindless show and BAM you end up sobbing like an idiot while people say things like, "thanks for ... everthing". Today it was Fraiser. They should put warnings on these shows. Warning: The following show will not be funny. If you're lucky, it

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You know, people are always coming up to me and saying, "Elizabeth, how do you sleep at night knowing that you are in debt up to your ears and got almost nothing done today?" They look at me and quietly wait for my answer. Sometimes they eat one of those lollypops you get for free at the bank. Sometimes, if they have two, they offer me the lime one. They raise their eyebrows and widen their

Lazyqueernoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3256504.post-1101841709386341562004-11-30T11:07:00.000-08:002004-11-30T11:08:29.386-08:00

1. What else smells like grapes? 2. Let's mix it with sand! , 3. How come it doesn't look like a water bottle? 4. When scissors beat rock. 5. The tallest chair. The smallest bear. I got my loans consolidated, my wireless network set up, and a winning personality that can me through the toughest of times. So I have started making tiny movies with Final Cut. So far, they are basically just

Lazyqueernoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3256504.post-1101600012407433582004-11-27T15:51:00.000-08:002004-11-27T16:09:58.613-08:00

So, Mom and I went to the DOL today to replace my Washington State ID. Mom LOVES the DOL. She is it's biggest fan. She is a teeny bopper at a Backstreet Boy's conceert. She praises the artwork and yells, "I LOVE YOUR WEBSITE!" to the woman behind the counter who processed my paperwork. Seriously. She keeps quoting random facts like "did you know that they actually put a lot of work into

Lazyqueernoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3256504.post-1101411523481356932004-11-25T11:16:00.000-08:002004-11-25T11:38:43.480-08:00

So, I have spent the last two weeks dreading Thanksgiving because my whole family is coming and I was going to have to look into their successful faces and say "applying to Law School is my career. And it will take me to the skies!" But no more. I got offered the 10-hour-a-week tax site coordinator position in Burien in an email to everyone who was running one of the sites. I noticed no one was

Lazyqueernoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3256504.post-1101376024091978722004-11-25T01:44:00.000-08:002004-11-26T21:28:32.486-08:00

to bring it back to the apples

Lazyqueernoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3256504.post-1101079090283491722004-11-21T15:12:00.000-08:002004-11-21T15:27:54.693-08:00

I have decided that when I don't have time to post, I will rerun old posts. Posts that have won your hearts and minds. Posts that epitomize the wit and wisdom of Lazyqueer. That make you remember what was and dream of what might be. And while you're dreaming, I will sneak into your room and take your stuff. So it begins today: the Best of Lazyqueer. Story (also an excercise in two

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So, I woke up at 7:45 AM today because of the construction and thought to myself, "hey, there's construction going on out there, so I don't need to be constructive. That would be redundant." So instead I just looked over all my old posts and got really nostalgic. And I found this one that epitomized Swarthmore so much I am considering allowing them to use it in their Admissions Packets. It

Lazyqueernoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3256504.post-1100834211887724772004-11-18T19:12:00.000-08:002004-11-18T19:16:51.886-08:00

then you are a pathetic waste of space not worth the pixels on this screen. You make me sick, you Microsoft-loving, wouldn't know the difference between a browser and a piece of paper I spat on. So get it.

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Wow, blogger has gotten a shiny new top hat and diamond shoes to boot since I first started. I feel like a princess riding in a carriage of words. Pulled by horses made out of alliteration with flowing manes of similes that go on far to long. Like rivers. Like truth. So I got a job. But before you jump up and say, "My God, Elizabeth! I thought I was going to have to write you off as someone

Lazyqueernoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3256504.post-1099785678007602312004-11-06T15:34:00.000-08:002004-11-18T19:19:44.266-08:00

The first big thing: I wake up at 4:30 AM on Friday with incredible pain in my right side. I felt like I'd been shot. I run around the apartment and wake Stef up abruptly yeling "I am in pain. Fix it". A hot bath doesn't help and I honestly feel like I'm going insane. Stef calls the "Consulting Nurse", who obviously assumes I am just having cramps and tells me to wait. Now Stef is on the

Lazyqueernoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3256504.post-1099632759842547042004-11-04T22:31:00.000-08:002004-11-18T19:21:43.436-08:00

- Absentee ballots were not sent out, but that wasn't enough to change the election. - Absentee ballots were mysteriously lost, but that wasn't enough to change the election. - There was a discrepancy between the exit polls and the results in counties where electronic voting machines don't have receipts, but that wasn't enough to change the election. - Voters were given fake ballots, but that

Lazyqueernoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3256504.post-1099471270148604292004-11-03T00:40:00.000-08:002004-11-03T00:41:10.150-08:00

Do not give up. Now is when we need you.

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- I have been up since 6 AM telling people where their polls are, connecting them with rides, and laughing hysterically about things I can't remember now. - John Kerry is going to win. - Pushing refresh on cnn.com doesn't actually do anything. - John Kerry is going to win. - NPR likes to present Kerry winning the NE and Bush winning the middle and south as news. Nobody is fooled. Nor is anyone

Lazyqueernoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3256504.post-1099076191749544602004-10-29T11:16:00.000-07:002004-11-18T19:23:07.663-08:00

On NPR (yes, I listen to NPR at work and now when people say, "did you hear about..." I don't yell "look over there!" and run away) they were asking people what they do to stay calm about the election. Some people said "it didn't really matter who won" and some said they have conversations with Kerry in their heads. You know what I do to stay calm? Nothing. I'm not worried about the election.

Lazyqueernoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3256504.post-1098427009587377002004-10-21T08:37:00.000-07:002004-11-18T19:23:44.056-08:00

MTV gay marriage ads which are awesome and courtesy of my awesome mom. If nothing else, look at "Piercing" and "Permission". Just what I needed after a busy day of do-gooding (read, putting together packets while listening to "Hey Ya"). But they all end with a "Choose or Lose" message. What are they TALKING about? The choice between "I don't believe in gay marraige" and "I don't believe in

Lazyqueernoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3256504.post-1098298606609225432004-10-20T11:41:00.000-07:002004-11-18T19:24:39.280-08:00

Kerry is at 291. Stef got me a part-time job putting together walk lists for Get Out The Vote. And on my first day yesterday I figured out how to network their computer with their printer. AND "Bank of America" found my wallet! Then, on my way home, I found a gold coin that turned out to be filled with platinum! When I got home, I had a message from every law school offering me tenure!

Lazyqueernoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3256504.post-1098177622853571702004-10-19T02:10:00.000-07:002004-11-18T19:25:22.086-08:00

I am nowhere on my application. And I got all fired up about working for the DNC only to find out that they're doing vastly underpaid fundraising, which would focusing on rich democrats. And now I've lost my goddamn wallet.

Lazyqueernoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3256504.post-1098065737701447252004-10-17T18:58:00.000-07:002004-11-18T19:26:03.743-08:00

Although I do not have a law degree, I am a lawyer in so many small ways. Tiny ways. Real ways. When I look at my life, I see so many times when I might as well be an attorney. I have been reading "Esquire" since I turned 10. I am always writing papers that my teachers say contain "objectionable" material. I know all the words to "I fought the law and the law won". I have seen every

Lazyqueernoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3256504.post-1097784122526511912004-10-14T13:47:00.000-07:002004-11-18T19:26:40.570-08:00

It was a cold June day. There was something in the air, let's call it "future". A woman walked by me pushing a pink stroller with a baby inside. As it rolled by, the baby turned and smiled at me with the endless optimism of an infant. As it continued by, it turned its head with obvious effort to watch me dissapear behind it. Then it lifted its tiny fist and I saw a small slip of paper

Lazyqueernoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3256504.post-1095283716065778022004-09-15T14:17:00.000-07:002004-09-15T14:28:36.066-07:00

Studying the LSAT's is like a job because it means spending most of your time on one frustrating, maddening task. Having a job is fruitful, therefore so is studying for the LSAT's. 1. What is the flaw in Elizabeth's reasoning? a) She takes information about a part and uses it to generalize a conclusion about the whole. b) She uses circular reasoning. c) She uses evidence that contradicts her

Lazyqueernoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3256504.post-1095222621779016162004-09-14T22:26:00.000-07:002004-11-18T19:27:28.373-08:00

167. 167. 168 with a somewhat statistically anamalous correct-guess ratio. And she trudges on towards 172 ... By the end of this week? Yes. It must be.

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This test is composed of questions to test your logical reasoning abilities. Read the following arguments and then answer the questions following them using only the information in the argument. Do not use your knowledge of the subject matter, especially if it's unflattering. You asshole. Elizabeth is a Computer Science major. She has only had computer science internships and no serious

Lazyqueernoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3256504.post-1091764804285254622004-08-05T20:04:00.000-07:002004-11-18T19:28:05.443-08:00

The following contains information you may find surprising and dissapointing. You may find it flaky or ridiculous. You may forever change your opinion of the writer. Oh well. Just put on some NickelBack and read it. There's better stuff at the end. Okay, I'm just going to say it. Because I don't care what you think. My life doesn't revolve around your approval. It revolves around NetFlix and

Lazyqueernoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3256504.post-1089527972993739722004-07-10T23:35:00.000-07:002004-07-10T23:39:32.993-07:00

I would post more if you would get off your ass and see Saved!. Ignore the previews. Ignore the reviews. It is awesome and funny and any movie in which Mandy Moore and Macauley Caulkin can be honestly praised for their acting is worth your time. And you will feel so good afterward.

Lazyqueernoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3256504.post-1088288586698621482004-06-26T14:53:00.000-07:002004-11-18T19:28:45.516-08:00

Well, I saw Fahrenheit 9/11. How Michael Moore managed to make a movie that criticized the "anti-terrorism" actions of the Bush administration in the US while only mentioning the abuse of Arab-Americans is beyond me. How can he criticize at length our flying Bin Laden family members out of the country without questioning and not talk at length about what we did to Arab-Americans here? As cute

Lazyqueernoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3256504.post-1087676978740543952004-06-19T13:24:00.000-07:002004-11-18T19:29:24.820-08:00

I saw this is the "strictly platonic" listings on craigslist. If you post that, you are either a blatant liar looking for a boyfriend or seriously shallow. If you want to meet the kind of guys who will respond to that, you should just go on Elimidate and save the typing time. The great apartment search Stef and I are currently apartment hunting. Sunday-Thursday of last week we drove and walked

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8. You know the general answer to the question, but not the details. 7. You have multiple guesses that you have to choose between. 6. You have an actual full guess that could conceivably be right. 5. You have a guess for part of the answer and have to make up the rest. 4. You have a full guess you know is incorrect, but have to write down anyway. 3. If you sat and thought long enough, you

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I cannot believe I haven't written my column yet. It is due already. I have never felt so not funny. This is going to be a joy.

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Anyone who says you can't write a 10-page Lit paper while doing the reading for it in three hours has never been a CS major taking a humanities course Pass/Fail. Put that in your pipe and smoke it! Now, if you will excuse me, I have 8 more pages.

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I have all this stuff to do, but I'm not stressed cuz my simple CPU works and nothing can drag me down. 10 page paper for my pass-fail Russian Fairy Tales class? I laugh at it. I laugh and then I cough, because I think I'm getting sick.

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I am in the Hicks Engineering Lab. I have been here since 12:40pm. I was here til 1:45 am last night. There is a guy with a "anywhere else it would have been an alpha" T-shirt. People are talking about converting from hex to binary and port mapping and I know what they're saying. Our program is in pretty good shape, it seems. I think I may need some food soon. When this is done, my life

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Where I am: on the recliner in my living room. What I'm doing: watching "The Apprentice". Where I'm actually doing: worrying that I will be jobless forever. What I'm cooking: homemade garlic bread. What I just did: used my new Bath and Body works "Milk Thistle" facial cleanser and mosturizer. How my face feels: fresh, clean, and well-moisturized. Go and tell your friends.

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Things I have gotten done so far: 1. Used my spreadsheet of online bank interest rates, found the one that is easy-to-use and has the highest interest rate (2.13%), called them and my current bank to make sure I wouldn't get charged for electronically-transferring funds, and signed up for an account. 2. Done my taxes for 2001 (finally) and found out, to my great relief, that I do not owe the

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So, everyone keeps calling me a hypocrite and I'm like, "I'm not out of order! YOU'RE out of order! The whole freaking SYSTEM is out of order!" and they're like, "just blog already." Anyway, it's basically break, which means reading "Angels and Demons" by the Da Vinci Cody guy (which appears to be the same book with a slightly different plot, but I still love) and learning how to make tempura

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So, I made this deal with myself that I would blog for five minutes a day (more, if I want). So here are my five minutes ... Hmmmmmmm ... I really want to be sitting in front of the TV drinking malibu and pineapple and watching "Look Who's Talking". But instead I have to read a chapter on Markov processes, a 100-page thesis on Poker AI's (computers that can play poker), and create a

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Eva and Stef are creepily reminiscing about their Modern Dance class. I am sitting between them icing my back, having just sent in my Phoenix article after a long day on 4 hours of sleep. Stefanie is doing a wierd impression that involves a lot of twisting and gesturing and Eva is laughing so hard her face is red. And it's all perfect.

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This is ridiculous My first Phoenix column comes out Thursday. I spent many, many hours on it. The hour:word ratio is unnervingly low. And then I went crazy picking out a name, which I still haven't settled on. Then I went up to get my picture taken and got all gussied up and the girl (who really wanted to be watching "America's Top Model") had to take all these pictures of me. And they

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The good, the bad, and the curry Good things as Spring Semester starts: 1. My column (that starts in the second Phoenix issue, which I'm glad for). 2. My (new replacement) Palm Pilot I just got in the mail because I already broke the first one. I know, I'm like some kind of super hero. 3. The Da Vinci Code. Which Brigid hooked me on, then flew away with her copy. 4. Brigid's visit for the

Lazyqueernoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3256504.post-1073010603772354362004-01-01T18:30:00.000-08:002004-01-01T22:14:56.326-08:00

Xmas So today was Xmas at our house. I got a Palm Pilot (among other things). It's a nice basic one with 2 MB of memory, just enough to hold addresses, a schedule, and to-do lists. It is awesome. I am currently in the process of moving numbers from my cell to my palm pilot. Yes, I am that kind of person and, yes, I like it. Last night, we did our usual New Years thing where we watch movies

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Point/Counterpoint Eva and Elizabeth cannot decide who gets to blog first, so we are writing a joint blog. What's new? Well, today Eva spent all day galavanting with her idiot friends while Mom and Elizabeth shopped and wrapped presents for Xmas (which we do on New Years). Oh, and did Elizabeth mention that yesterday, she and her sister and mother went to Circuit City and Elizabeth made them

Lazyqueernoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3256504.post-1072255335208243112003-12-24T00:42:00.000-08:002003-12-24T14:05:58.310-08:00

Me, my girlfriend, and my WA (Kate) I wanted to actually put this goddamn picture up because it is one of the few pictures in existence where I look cool. And Stef looks kind of like a character in a detective novel that's out to get you. And Kate looks happy and kinda like "Oh, Ben!" (who took the picture, not cuz she's always randomly thinking that). But I couldn't get it to work no matter

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Never learn Well, I did it. I applied to Microsoft again. Even though they broke my heart when they rejected me for that internship two summers ago. But I am back and better than ever. And I am going to waltz in there with my knowledge and my experience and they are going to rue the day they said "no" to me and beg me to work for them. Beg. And I'm going to say "I don't know, Microsoft.

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Back home Last night was the first night I got to sleep at home, since the night before I stayed up and wrote my last paper of the semester. It started out good, but the end was just some vague rambling about "Sex and the City". It was exactly the word limit. I'm going to start working on some columns for the Phoenix. I think it'll be a nice way to end my time at Swat. Applying for the

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Guess Guess who's a fucking Phoenix HUMOR columnist next semester AND just finished her fucking CS final having made only part of it up AND has to write her whole fucking Sex paper when she gets home at 3am. That's right. And now she's off to her plane.

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So many accidents 1. Alex sends out an email to the QSA list by accident talking about songs he likes. 2. I reply to Alex, berating him for being so stupid, and accidently send it to the whole list. 3. Hilarity ensues. And now I have drunk half a Smirnoff and will write 8 pages in 2 hours. Some say it can't be done. I say they don't know how low my standards are.

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salt An email from my mother (verbatim): So, apparently, I knocked over a box of kosher salt in the living room and didn't notice. All afternoon I stepped in it as I passed from my computer to the main area of the living room. I would notice this clicking sound, and I would think it was my loose shoe laces. Then I would look down and see that my shoe laces were not loose -- and I wouldn't see

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6:57 - AHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!! DONE!!!! 19 and like 5/6 pages!!!! And only half an hour after I set my limit!! WOOHOO!! It's half intelligent and thought-out, and half random shit I clearly made up. Now I have to wake Stef up and convince her to drive me to campus to print. Then sleep! WHEEEEEEEE!!!

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6:25 - 19 full pages. Foot notes and bilbliography as good as they're gonna get. Just gotta squeeze out one more concluding paragraph. Sigh.

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4:40 - Some more writing, fiddling with spacing and margins (but not font), and I'm at a full 18 pages. Just the conclusion left. 20 pages means you have at least one line on the 20th page. That's my story and I'm sticking to it. I might actually make my deadline.

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3:30 am and a little over 14 pages. Getting tired. One more big point, extend the intro, and add a conclusion. While my standards gently drop...

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"Miss Misery" and "Trailer Trash" (Modest Mouse). Why do I love angsty stuff when I work late? Probably cuz of high school, when I used to listen to "I am the Walrus" over and over while I pulled multiple consecutive all-nighters.

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Night of Scenes: incredible acting and direction, I'll talk more about after tomorrow night. And Stef ... never ceases to amaze me. She was what I love about "Stop Kiss". 11 out of 20 pages of my Econ paper done. Due tomorrow morning. Stef bought me a pizza, which I ate happily. "Leather" by Tori Amos (from Jamboree yesterday) in the background. And I am determined to go to sleep by 6. Or

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Stef says I misspelled Olde Club. I told her to stop cramping my style.

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Old Club Brig took me to the Old Club Pub night concert tonight. The last band thought they were Eve 6, and no one had the heart to tell them any different. But then they played "Heart in a blender" and nobody cared anymore. My ears are ringing now, but I had an awesome time and it made me want to go to concerts more. Actually, it made me want to play the acoustic guitar, but I am learning to

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Things that are more glorious than my CS Project Nothing. It is perfect. It passes ALL her tests PLUS the other tests we think she'll run PLUS it has no memory leaks. We finished at 1:30 am and I have never been more deserving of being covered in gold and walked around campus with a banner proclaiming, "WINNER OF ALL!!! BEST CS PERSON EVER!!!". I was in the lab for 14 hours. I left once for

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What the hell do I care if I get a "C" on this assignment? I don't even want to go to CS grad school. In the grand scheme of my life, this "C" will mean nothing. Even in the grand scheme of my grade, how much can one "C" do. C. C is a pretty letter. I think it is prettier than B. Certainly than A. Sigh.

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"Oh," I thought, "I'll be a Computer Science major. Sure my GPA in CS is lower than any grade in any other class. But I like it." Goddamit.

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Omigod, it is seg faulting and I don't know why. 12 hours left. If we finish this project in time, I am going to do something wonderful and amazing. That may just be watching a lot of DVD's and lying around. We'll see.

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The day of success Today is a day of success because Stef and I managed to buy groceries for this week INCLUDING long-term items (such as paper towels in bulk and tooth paste) and fancy items (such as gouda cheese) for less than our allotted food budget for the week. So that is awesome and we are awesome. In less exciting and more stressful news, I am slogging painfully through my CS project

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Finally posting So I am finally posting, but the text box only lets me see one line at a time. So this post will not have the same sense of perspective, the same artistic appreciation of the whole, so common in my other posts. That said, I have done no work today and I am at this point unaware of how bad that is. It all depends on how Aaron's and my CS work goes. That's the fun, wacky thing

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So, we had the "Flirting Meeting" today at QSA with our panel of experts, who were perfect and funny. They reminded us that people aren't scary. It's amazing how necessary it is to hear that. For me, at least, and I'm guessing others. The meeting was huge and fun and great and I had a really fun, long conversation afterwards. And I wrote a Perl script that rocks. So it's all good. And Stef

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Happiness is ... 1. Going to see Eddie Izzard with Stef, Kate, Felicia, Marty, Adrianne, but still 2. getting back with enough time for me to make a VERY short appearance at the fall formal in my new $14 movie-star dress 3. and then coming home and having some bacon and hanging out with Sorelle. Life is good. Lots of work to do tomorrow, but it will be fine. You know, sometimes when I

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Things that didn't go wrong while, and after, I was having dinner at the Barn 1. Elinore and I made AWESOME QSA "flirting meeting" signs. 2. I managed not to say anything so bad that they needed to call me on it at the time. 3. Friends was not mentioned, but I handled it smoothly and no one was the wiser. 4. Same with Buffy. 5. Everything. I am going to stop worrying about stuff like this.

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Things that could go wrong while I am having dinner at the Barn 1. Someone could bring up a current event, like, say, the president, and I could just stare blankly and nod. And then someone could ask, "what do you think?" and I could run. 2. I could make a lot of awkward jokes and keep elbowing people and saying "eh? eh?". 3. I could sneeze in the food. 4. I could ask if someone else

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The good, the bad, and the scholastic so I'm getting all this stuff done for "Coming Out" week and nothing for school. And I am still in this nameless fear thing and I don't know why. But soon Stef and I will be watching the Simpsons and then later this week I will have ALL the "Dykes to Watch Out For" series with the ORIGINAL covers. That's right, none of this "one random scene with a color

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dun dun DUN A vague, ominous feeling about the work I have to do for school, work, queer extra-curricular obligations, and my future. And I just officially said "thanks, but I'll pick the void" to JPMC. One door closes and hopefully a window opens with the tech interview I have on Friday that I have to study like mad for. Sigh. I don't know why I feel so nervous. I don't have THAT much to do

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Roasted vegetebles, pina coladas, and Buffy til 4:30 am. And nothing particular to do tomorrow. Perfect. Just perfect.

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Things that are the greatest I have "Dykes and Sundry Other Carbon-Based Lifeforms to Watch Out For" and the "Simpsons Complete Third Season DVD". I am never leaving the house again. Except to go to that cheap Indian food place with the Chicken Tikka Masala and the Samosas. And if someone wants to give me money. Or a job. Or a hug.

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Things that are even greater My interview today that started by the interviewer talking about how the job I'm applying for (SDSE) is for people who "don't make the grade" for this other job (SDE) which is for "the top 1% of the top 1%" (which Brigid has pointed out would be more succinctly called "the top .01%"). So I was like, "great". But then she LOVED me, more than my family does! And she

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Things that are really great 1. Aaron and my CS project COMPLETELY works and all we have to do it comment and it isn't even DUE til tomorrow at 2am. Well, with one late day. But we rock all that is to be rocked. 2. The CS Women's study break where Lisa, Tia, Eva, and a few other CS women played a very energetic game of Pictionary (with Eva's, my, Lisa, and Tia's team winning) and it was SO

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I have sent in a job inquiry. Five resume revisions, one resume blitz, and countless email redos later. It doesn't matter that I have done nothing else. I am accomplished.

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The highlights 1. Alex and I went to the glitzy gay reception which was just as glitzy and gay as the name suggests. There was no panel and I didn't really learn much about being openly gay in the workplace beyond "McK is great! Being gay at McK is great!" but I DID drink a bright green cocktail in a cool maritini glass and get somewhat, though not noticably, tipsy. No one there seemed to

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