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[16 Apr 2005|05:29pm] |
Bourbon
Congratulations! You're 102 proof, with specific scores in beer (40) , wine (133), and liquor (26). |
| Screw all that namby-pamby chick stuff, you're going straight for the bottle and a shot glass! It'll take more than a few shots of Wild Turkey or 99 Bananas before you start seeing pink elephants. You know how to handle your alcohol, and yourself at parties. |
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My test tracked 4 variables How you compared to other people your age and gender:
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You scored higher than 16% on proof |
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You scored higher than 80% on beer index |
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You scored higher than 99% on wine index |
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You scored higher than 78% on liquor index |
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respectable, i feel.
a real entry later... maybe.
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[08 Mar 2005|02:33am] |
*insert your own cliche here*
i am just too tired to do so for you.
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[28 Feb 2005|11:28pm] |
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Why I love living with sorority girls (a reconstruced dialogue):
Scene: Roommate Angela and suitemate Jennie, who diet religiously decide to make and eat a healthy fruit salad today. Wanting to be educated about what exactly they are putting into their bodies they decide to read the ingredients on the back of the can.
Angela: ...pineapples, pineapple juice, pear halves, mango, passion fruit juice... wait wouldn't it be passion fruit juices?
Jennie: No.
Angela: Yeah it would, cause I mean passion fruit, it's like a fruit genre, you know like there'd be a lot of different kinds of jucies.
Jennie: Wait, what?
Angela: Yeah, like Pinapple is a passion fruit and so is papaya and mango and like other fruits like that... they're passion fruits.
Jennie: Angela, passion fruit is not a genre... it is an actual, pickable fruit.
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[19 Feb 2005|06:57pm] |
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my microwave will not stop honking at me. i'm a little worried.
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[17 Feb 2005|06:28pm] |
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word of the day: annoyed
it's been about...oh, let's say never... since I really punched someone in the face, but a lot of people, well, they're just making it really tempting.
Certain people annoy me
Reading critiques annoy me
Complete strangers telling me that smoking is not good for my body really, really annoys me
Study groups of freshman annoy me
Being a freshman annoys me
Pit sitting annoys me
Group projects annoy me
The list goes on and on, but I'll spare you.
Lately, when I am not thinking of things the world did to piss me off this week, I've taken to feeling sorry for myself about my inability to simply "hook-up". Perhaps it is a result of limited experience or dating only one person for a year and a half, but it seems as though I never manage to get away with situations that lack emotional involvement. Something to work on...
In the meantime, I feel as though some community service or something is in order. Anything to get my mind off myself (ha, like that ever actually happens).
In other news, my sociology teacher told us the other day that the only way the South could become anymore conservative than we are now would be to adopt a Fascist government. This both amused and depressed me.
In other, other news, I received a rose from God for Valentine's Day on Monday. Since this rose came from I Am himself, I naturally assumed it would survive for all eternity without any attention from me. Alas, I was mistaken and God's precious flower now lies wilted and pulverized on the floor where I accidentally dragged my chair over it earlier. Perhaps the Divine Shamrock I hope to receive in March will fare better.
~fin.
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[13 Feb 2005|06:07pm] |
word(s) of the day: nervous tick
what a weekend. I do believe I crammed more action packed excitement into three days than... I can't really think of a comparison. Whatever; any weekend that involves barbecue, hot stilettos, spin the bottle, pancakes, road trips, milkshakes, kensington, free beer, free wine, free liquor, keg stands, rooftops, vaginas and absolutely no preparation for an econ midterm seems beyond analogy.
I find I've become very self-conscious. When did that happen? As a result, I don't feel like writing right now.
I will miss Paul very much.
~fin.
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[11 Feb 2005|11:59am] |
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Betty Davis Eyes- Crash Test Dummies |
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Hooray that worked!
word of the day: greasy
A new blog all my own!!! Will this blogging endeavor be as horrendous as the last two? Most likely, but at least now I have LiveJournal so people can leave me mean comments anonymously and i can spend all day playing with the layout and friends list and all manner of other completely unnecessary features.
(I feel like this needs to be said): I, Elizabeth Peacock, do hereby solemnly swear to make this blog as interesting as possible, to use it for good and not for evil, to avoid being a conceited asshole in print and to avoid self-depreciative comments in any and all capacity. I also promise to utilize exciting and active verbs (no "is", "be" or "was" in this journal, no sir) and strive after total and complete grammatical correctness at all times. All of that said, I should warn all readers that any instances of adjective-use-when-adverb-is-the-appropriate-part-of-speech will not be tolerated in the comments section. Don't say I didn't warn you.
Now that I've wasted half a page or so creating and breaking rules of my own covenant (the general lack of "interesting as possible" in this entry and the self-depreciative statement in the proceeding clause) I would like to inform everyone that Barack Obama's memoir Dreams from My Father makes you very sorry to be a white person, but remains a wonderfully written, deeply personal and worthwhile read nonetheless. I highly recommend it.
In other news, I suddenly find myself with a great deal more free time now that the campaign has passed, but I am most certainly not using wisely. But then, who am I to define what is wise and what isn't? There, I feel better.
~fin.
ok, not so fin. I want to point out that these little cartoon logos are silly, and I wanted to point that out before I totally removed mine. Her expression is not listless at all. Neither is mood when I really think about it.... damn.
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[11 Feb 2005|11:42am] |
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"say anything"
"test 1, 2"
"anything but that."
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