Me
my name is melissa. i am 27 years old and i'm still not sure what i'm doing with my life.
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Wednesday, June 30, 2004
played cards, camped out, games of "i've never", talked, saw tons of random lynbrookians and speech and debaters.... yeah it was good times.
waited in line for 36 hours to meet bill clinton, get my book signed, and shake his hand.
totally worth it.
on the downside, the dentist call me at 10am, told me a spot opened up, so i went to go get my fillings early and half asleep. and he wasnt happy enough so i have to go get another one filled next month. asdopoisjhg.
but clinton! yay.
mel was bored at 8:58 PM.
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Friday, June 25, 2004
argh my life is so confusing. and i cant even write about it for fear that the wrong person might read it. alksdjfhaiwsuehgawe.
mel was bored at 11:05 PM.
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Wednesday, June 23, 2004
well... its summer. movies, reading, eating, and sleeping. hanging out with zee leo and tree. went bowling yesterday. played poker too. i won 13.80! too bad it was fake money. bought a car today. G35 and its mine! but it wont be here until the 14th and then i'll be in china so i wont even get to drive it until july 29th, or even august. thats okay its mine mine all miiiiiineeeeeeeeee :DD
mel was bored at 6:44 PM.
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Sunday, June 13, 2004
so i'm back home now and i guess it is time for the obligatory end of the year post.
i love argo. i honestly dont see how anyone could not love it, but i guess college is really what you make of it, and you get out what you put it in. out of 10 suitemates, 4 are living in one apartment next year, 4 in another, and the last 2 with two other girls. funny how we all stuck together. friends made just because the university decided to stick us together.
friday night was amazing. so we had some rso trouble but it was the last day so who really gives. everyone was drinking and having fun and it was just awesome.
finals sucked, but it doesnt matter because its all over. it's kind of sad to see how everything's changed since ive been gone. everyone else became closer at berkeley, while i drifted more and more apart. i feel out of place but i guess thats the way life goes.
its all good though. so many amazing memories. i wouldn't change anything about the last year. not a thing.
mel was bored at 5:41 PM.
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Tuesday, June 08, 2004
sooo this weekend. the weekend before finals. friday coed, sports club banquet, then achio's two-piece party. i dd'd and that was quite novel. saturday was psycho banquet, friday's for kat and stephen's bday, then grunion run. quite a busy weekend.
and today i had my spanish final. that was good. tomorrow at 8am i have poli13. that will not be good. i am reading like a mofo.
and on that note, i leave you with the pheasant plucking song. because its money.
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Me husband is a keeper, he's a very busy man,
I try to understand him and I help him all I can,
But sometimes of an evening I feel a trifle dim,
All alone and plucking pheasants when I'd rather pluck with him.
I'm not the pheasant plucker,
I'm the pheasant plucker's mate
And I'm only plucking pheasants
Cos the pheasant plucker's late.
I'm not good at plucking pheasants, pheasant plucking I get stuck,
Though some peasants find it pleasant I'd much rather pluck a duck,
Oh, but plucking geese is gorgeous, I can pluck a goose with ease
But plucking pheasants is sheer torture, for they haven't any grease.
I'm not the pheasant plucker,
He has gone out on the tiles,
He only plucked one pheasant
And I'm sitting here with piles.
You have to pluck them fresh, if they're fresh it's not unpleasant,
I knew a man in Dunstable, could pluck a frozen pheasant.
They say the village constable has pheasant plucking sessions
With the vicar of a Sunday 'twixt the first and second lessons.
I'm not the pheasant plucker,
I'm the pheasant plucker's son,
And I'm only plucking pheasants
Till the pheasant plucker's come.
My good friend Godfrey's most adept, he's really got the knack,
He likes to have a pheasant plucked before he hits the sack.
I try and lend a helping hand, I gather up the feathers,
It's really all this pheasant plucking keeps us here together.
I'm not the pheasant plucker,
I'm the pheasant plucker's friend,
And I'm only plucking pheasants
As a means unto an end.
Me husband's in the woods all day, a-banging with his gun,
If he could hear me heartfelt cries, then surely he would run,
For I've fluff in all me crannies and there's feathers up me nose,
And I'm itchin' in the kitchin' from me head down to me toes.
I'm not the pheasant plucker,
I'm the pheasant plucker's wife,
And when we pluck together
It's a pheasant plucking life!
mel was bored at 12:59 AM.
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Tuesday, June 01, 2004
From Yahoo News
"Among German men, Porsche drivers were the least faithful, with 49 percent admitting infidelity, followed by BMW drivers at 46 percent. Among women, Audi drivers were the least reliable, 41 percent admitting to affairs."
I drive a TT
In other news, Kini has "more T's than A's" and Newbie says "The thumb is for the clitoris"
Oh man. I love Psychos :)
mel was bored at 11:51 PM.
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