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Props to the Pistons for two straight wins against the Cavaliers!

Yesterday evening while I was watching King of Queens, D calls and to admit he's upset about his paper. Long story short, I know Pride and Prejudice like it's my job, and we stayed up late working on his paper. I honestly don't mind, I mean, I can think of a million occasions he's stayed up late to help me with something science or math related, and it's about time he asked for something in return!

Nothing much going on today except that I'm sitting here studying Psych and eating the fluffiest New York styled Sara Lee cheesecake (thinking about the gigantic $8.00 piece of Apple Carmel cheesecake my mother and I had last year in New York).

Oh wait, I almost forgot! Something pretty cool happened today. We made "ransom note" poems in Creative Writing where you cut and paste words/letters to form sentences, and Mr. Cislo said to the class that mine was the best he'd ever read. I can't remember the last time someone publicly announced something I've done as being "the best". I cut and paste a bunch of words (except the first line was stuck together), no plain letters, to write this strange poem I'm so proud of:

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smells like
a cheat and a liar
and a world disaster
and a million crashes

"Thirty six, twenty four, thirrrty six. Owww!"

Oh Rick James, you're the mighty mighty brick house!

Something weird about howI sleep: I seem to fall asleep better with my arms up. I sleep with my arms stretched out above my head as if to imitate a hot dog. But then I wake, bring my arms down, and groan at the immensely painful tension in my neck and shoulders until I realize I've hit the snooze button one too many times and I'm late.

I'm in this ridiculous marketing class (I know you're all thinking, "did Tammy just say marketing is ridiculous?" - no, the class is ridiculous) at school full of underclassmen and under-drugs upperclassmen. We're supposed to create a presentation selling something - anything - to the class. Dewitt, the ADD teacher, goes around to see what everyone wants to sell and the answers are like iPods, cell phones, and golf clubs. I'm like "A kitchen appliance... like a blender?" and she's like "NO! It's gotta be something like skis or jewelry or shoes." So I'm supposed fake sell something that doesn't actually do something.

I went to the dentist today which most people dread, but strangely I don't. I think that's because my childhood addiction to sweets landed me many visits at the dentist's office, and I not only got used to laying back with my mouth wide open, but actually began to enjoy fluoride.

The new season of The Apprentice starts today! Yusss I am so excited. This season is supposed to have an international twist to it. So do not disturb me (except during commercial breaks) on Monday nights at 9pm while I'll be watching it with D.

Cute blog I read today: Vegan Lunch Box

And I'll leave you with a funny comic that Josh sent to Dusan who sent this to my Ricardo email:

You remind me of the times

After clicking link after link after link after link, I somehow stumbled upon the blog of an old friend who I haven't heard from in years. Of course, if I had the guts, I might leave her a comment or call her or something... but of course, I don't know what I'd say and I fear a response along the lines of, "All the years we haven't kept in touch, and now you call me?". Not to mention that I looked up to her growing up and can't bear the thought of getting the even slightest hint from her that all she doesn't approve of me. How dorky.

I can't stand Xanga, Live Journal, and MySpace because they're not really blogs, I don't think. I mean, everyone I know that owns a MySpace are always talking about people they've met through my space and who's linked to their MySpace and yadda yadda yadda. I want somewhere where I can actually write to write without all the trouble of the "who's who" kind of thing, if you know what I mean. And for the first time in my literate life, I haven't written anything in months.

I tried to make lemonade the old fashion way today, as it if was summer or something, except I used the Juiceman juicer we have instead of squeezing by hand. I poured 7 cups of water in the pitcher and then the lemon juice and sugar but then it was too sour and the pitcher wasn't big enough to add more water. Hmm, maybe I'll fill up a bottle of this stuff and drink it tomorrow morning, and maybe I can use it to wake me up

Deuce and I have been arguing a lot this week, and I don't really know why. We argue about arguing and then it becomes a "he said she said" conversation. I don't even know where all this came from, because it's not normal for us to argue about arguing. Of course, I'll blame that we he worked and went to classes well over 55 hours this week and I worked 20 outside of school this week.

But on Friday he brought a case of of my favorite: Ferrero Rocher chocolates

And yesterday, he did something really sweet: Anyway, he wrote an email to my primary address where the subject line was like "I'm sending you something..." and the email said "... to your other email address". So I check my other email account (which has more space) and he sent me pictures of us from Christmas dinners, New Year's parties, and basketball games and it melted my heart! :) Here's Christmas: