2004-11-01 - 9:20 a.m.
Hay HAY hay! I'm drinking Diet Coke with Lime, which makes me think of Karen, cause I first had some in her dorm room last year. I drank like all of it, sorry Kar. Let me say something really quick about Karen right now, and no, I'm not drunk: Karen is seriously the best person in the whole world, and my favorite person, and if anyone deserves to have an autographed napkin of Michael Rosenbaum to blow her nose on and keep in a First Aid Kit labeled "Emergency Toilet Paper" it's definetely her. I love you Karen!
Have I ever mentioned my Freecell addiction on here? Oh. Well, it's a real problem. Once I play I can't stop, and what drives me crazy is it keeps track of how many you've won and lost, so if I lose a game I have to clear the record and start over, cause I'm weird like that. My goal is always to win 10 in a row, and I think I only reached it once when I got in like a trance and won about 20 in a row. But then I lost so I had to erase it. It's insane, I know. Maybe I should stop erasing it. But then it would be sick to see how many games I've played total. "10,000,000 won, 100,000,000 lost." "My God, I only installed it yesterday!"
How was everyone's Halloweeeeeeeeen? Mine was awesome. Our movie and alcohol antics were fairly tame, but fun nonetheless, in that "Aw I'm spending time with my friends and not pissing my life away" kind of way. I didn't get dressed up though, oh well. I did have a Harvard sweatshirt on, and I think I made some comment about my costume being "Someone who actually tried in high school."
I also made some really shitty cookies, from a mix, which I didn't notice had oatmeal in it when I bought it, blech. What's sad is I bought the mix because I have like a gallon of vegtable oil left over from making some other mix and I wanted to get rid of it. So uh, if anyone ever needs vegetable oil, just call me, don't be afraid, you can call me. Anyway, the cookies sucked cause the stupid Betty Crocker bitch totally lied about the oven time, or the temperature, or something, cause I ended up having to put them back in the oven a couple of times and they were burnt by the end. Sucks. I'll just stick to cakes, they're more fun to frost anyway (Side note: Making ice cream cakes is NOT FUN, SO DON'T WORK AT CARVEL, YOUR HANDS WILL BE RED AND PAINFUL EVEN UNDERNEATH YOUR FLIMSY GLOVES. It's sad how a Carvel cake is considered such a special birthday treat, I know I've had them for birthday's before, but then actually making them like 100 cakes at a time, throwing them around like sacks of potatoes, takes the magic out of it. I'd never go to a Barbie factory or anything and see thousands of Barbies being tossed around by disgruntled workers. P.S. I need to get a new job so I can stop talking about Carvel. But I probably never will, cause it was my only exprience with manual labor. Actually, the non sucky parts were pretty cool. I'd work in an ice cream place again as long as I didn't have to work in the backroom making fucking Fudgie the Whales.)
ANYWAY. This is my 400th ENTRY!!! Hope you liked it, bitches.
