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It's ironic that the assignment I'm procrastinating is one that involves a book entitled "What the Internet Is Doing to Our Brains."


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I need a tube that just pumps adderall into my system from dawn to dusk.

tv: doctor who (you must not intervene)
Yesterday, on the bus back from the mall, my roommate and I were harassed by an alcoholic. His huge butt was hanging out of his stained underpants, he smelled like a concoction of milk, booze, and feces, avoided paying his bus fee even though he had a roll of money in his pocket, and was searching desperately for a McDonald's. Presumably, in which to sleep in. In his emotional search, he found it appropriate to refer to my roommate as Chelsea Clinton and say that if he ever fell in love with me, he'd kill himself. He also proceeded to get in a fight with the schizophrenic homeless man across the aisle, who, in his psychotic yet docile stupor, had asked him to kindly shut the fuck up. I remembered why I hate public transportation.

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Hello nerds. I wonder if you guys still read other people's LJ posts. I hope you do not, because this is going to be an embarrassing collection of random thoughts. Last time I wrote, I was about to take a trip to Madrid. Damn, that was almost a year ago. If you must know, the trip went really well. I unfortunately did not swap spit with Esteban Granero, nor did I meet a Saudi Arabian prince that offered to give me $5 million for absolutely no reason. So I guess it wasn't actually that good of a trip.

I've been back from Italy for almost six months, and things have been back to normal for about six months. I don't feel like I experienced any form of reverse culture shock. I was excited to come home, excited to leave my smelly skank roommate behind (it's okay, she doesn't speak English - OH MY GOD FUNNY STORY*), and excited to live in an air conditioned space with cable TV. The little things, people. Like lap dogs and ice cubes. Do I miss it? Of course, every day. I'd go back to August 2010 in a heartbeat, especially now that Bunga Bunga is over, but not so much now that Italy is Greece 2.0. But I'm not here to talk policy, the media does enough of that shit. 

My penultimate collegiate semester is almost over. It won't actually be my penultimate but I'm going to tell everybody it is so that I don't feel like a failure for being a super senior and having no job interests let alone prospects. Today I finished a paper 20 minutes before its deadline. I couldn't print it out at the library because I didn't have money so I had to sprint home wearing a 20-lb. backpack, print my paper, and then run back to my building to hand it in because my professor is ancient and does not believe in e-mail submissions. My shin splints were torturing me. It was awful. Upon seeing me, some freshman on a tour must have decided that Madison is just not the school for them. So that was my day.

I'm going to break my one life rule and go see "Breaking Dawn" tomorrow because the last thing I want to be doing on a Saturday night is working on a 10-page research paper. Obviously, as an exemplar student, the thing to do in this situation is to spend money on the worst movie of the year, eat 5-lbs. worth of popcorn drenched in hot butter, and put off said life-ruining paper until humanly possible. 

I have nothing else to write. I'm going to start writing in this thing more often. Like Mark Zuckerberg. So maybe I can, in a drunken stupor, develop a multi-billion dollar idea. It's happening probably. 

*Funny story ok omg. It's the classic SMS mishap. You accidentally text an insulting message not to the friend you meant to confide said information to, but to the person whose whorish habits you were making fun of. Add a thankfully large dosage of language barrier and you have my dilemma. Thankfully, my roommate can barely speak English, let alone read it (but when you're having sex with a different guy every night and going to class once every two months, how much English are you really going to capture?) so all she understood was "fuck" and her name. Yeah. Her name. I made up a lie. She believed me. Then she asked my more intelligent roommate what the text message read (it was something along the lines of: 'L is making out with a different guy today than the one yesterday and the one before that. What the fuck is she?'), and she thankfully covered for me. All in a day's work. 


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Things I've Learned in Italy So Far:
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1. When talking to guys from Naples, it's not a great idea to bring up Gomorrah, even if it's completely hilarious
2. ERASMUS bars suck balls.
3. McDonald's is actually fucking amazing and way better than American McDonald's. Unless you like it nasty. This is probably just me trying to justify the fact that I have McDonald's once a week. I may have used the phrase "WoW tHiS aCtUaLlY tAsTeS hEaLtHiEr" more than once
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Left a note on Facebook about my imminent departure and neglected to tell everyone on my f-list about my LJ, Tumblr, and Twitter. Because seriously, who would? They would be positively horrified

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For those of you who've gone to RM games at the Bernabeu, how did you go about getting your tickets? Assuming you weren't living in Madrid? I'm living in Italy for the next year and I'd love to get over to Madrid for at least one match, probably in '11. I'm getting ahead of myself, I know, mom, but this is of utmost importance. It doesn't have to be el clasico (although that would be fucking awesome) because I'm not buying a ticket for 300 euros, but just give me a little blurb about how you went about getting tickets, something besides getting them at the stadium, I don't think that would work for me. Any websites you used, any tips? Basically what I'm asking is: tell me where to buy cheap(er) tickets so that I don't spend my life savings on a weekend in Madrid. Ideally, I wouldn't want to sit on the short side, not even if I had the chance to sit 10 feet behind Iker for 2 hours, nosebleeds are whatever, and I think the most I'd be willing to pay is 100EU, 150EU if it is an awesome game and I can get my parents to pitch in. BUT I also have to coerce people to come with me and, assuming I will be friends with cheap Italian beesterds, a couch, SKY, and nutella sounds a lot better than spending 300EU to get pickpocketed on the metro. And don't direct me to some creeper who can get me a "really good deal."

Give me feedback or die. Or just punch me on the mouth and tell me to stop having outrageous expectations.

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i haven't posted in omg 4ever

i'm just super bizzy

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Stolen from 2ndcitysophia who stole it from thestateiamin who probably stole it from someone else who probably stole it from someone else etc. etc. This was unnecessary.

01. Are you currently in a serious relationship?
02. What was your dream growing up?
03. What talent do you wish you had?
04. If I bought you a drink what would it be?
05. Favourite vegetable?
06. What was the last book you read?
07. What zodiac sign are you?
08. Any Tattoos and/or Piercings? Explain where.
09. Worst Habit?
10. If you saw me walking down the street would you offer me a ride?
11. What is your favourite sport?
12. Do you have a Pessimistic or Optimistic attitude?
13. What would you do if you were stuck in an elevator with me?
14. Worst thing to ever happen to you?
15. Tell me one weird fact about you.
16. Do you have any pets?
17. What if I showed up at your house unexpectedly?
18. What was your first impression of me?
19. Do you think clowns are cute or scary?
20. If you could change one thing about how you look, what would it be?
21. Would you be my crime partner or my conscience?
22. What colour eyes do you have?
23. Ever been arrested?
24. Bottle or can soda?
25. If you won $10,000 today, what would you do with it?
26. What's your favourite place to hang out at?
27. Do you believe in ghosts?
28. Favourite thing to do in your spare time?
29. Do you swear a lot?
30. Biggest pet peeve?
31. In one word, how would you describe yourself?
32. Do you believe/appreciate romance?
33. Favourite and least favourite food?
34. Do you believe in God?
35. Will you repost this so I can fill it out and do the same for you?
36. Favourite band(s) of ALL time:


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