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the white stripes: you don’t know what love is (you just do as you’re told)

first of all, thanks for all of yr comments on my last post! ahhh! in the words of my junior high (or was it high school? sheesh) Advanced Academic Strategies (AAS!) teacher, yr feedback gives me “a warm fuzzy.”

second, sorry for the lack of posting on friday. i knew i’d be MIA but i forgot to ask for a sub! duh.

i swear it will never happen again. ok, well, swear is a strong word (and my mother always told me to refrain from swearing). how about, i really hopity hope hope it will never happen again, with sprinkles and frosting and cherries on top!

mmm. that sounds good.

anyway, so i’ve spent most of my day filing. they’ve re-doing the floors in my office, so i have to pack up every single admissions file from the past two years. IT’S GLORIOUS.

CLIP ART ALERT. zzzzexy.

plus, it’s a spunky little reminder that i have to pack up ALL OF MY BELONGINGS and then move to a place TBD (and probably TB$$$$$) in the hot hot heat of summer.

all of this is not conducive to writing a blog entry, let me tell you.

but you know what IS?

spending the entire weekend on a houseboat in lake travis!!!!!! <– future blog, probs tomorrow

going to boston!!! <– friday friday friday, which reminds me: i need a sub on friday! anyone? anyone?

eating some pie!! <– this is not happening right now, except in my mind. where it is always happening.

funny g-chats! <– see below

so, i’m a pretty huge fan of the chat feature on google. i talk to faraway friends, like amber, and i also talk to friends that i could v. easily call, but i don’t, cos a) i really hate the phone b) i’m at work and must act in a professional manner.

one of my reigning g-champs (zing!) is matt. although we cover a lot of the typical “how’s yr day?” or “i freaking hate this freaking job” or “what kind of food do you think we’ll have on wednesday?” our chats often stumble into comic territory due to the v. nature of electronic communication, a veritable playground of humorous misunderstandings and tragic mispellings.

today, i present to you, from the golden archives of my google account, a Classic Chat with Matt Giehart:

[note: we were discussing figures of speech]

10:00 AM me: it’s one of my favorites

yesterday i got to use, “don’t dip yr pen in company ink.”

heh

10:01 AM matt: hahaha

which isn’t true by the way you can dip your pen there if you want

i do it

just don’t get caught

10:03 AM me: HA HA

oh buddy

tmi

matt: wait

what does don’t dip your pen in the company ink mean?

10:04 AM me: it means have sex with someone you work with

HA HA

matt: oh

oops

i thought it meant that you use your company’s products

for personal use

me: not really

matt: i don’t have sex with my coworkers

but i do use company products

me: ha ha

10:05 AM well that is ok with me

ah, memories!

now excuse me while i go steal some hot pink post-its from our supply closet.

LINKS

i’m not really sure what to think about this movie. i don’t really understand how it all fits into a movie, actually. but as a fan of “wet hot american summer,” i’m willing to give it a whirl.

how did the whale get to the aquarium?… on a plane, like everyone else, silly.

over the weekend, meredith confided in me that, if she could kill one person without consequences, it would be carrot top. perchance you think her cruel? well, judger pants, i present to you exhibit A (the only exhibit that you will ever, ever need). EGADS. meredith, justice is on yr side.