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Name: Maegan
Location: Conway, United States
Birthday: 8/24/1986
Gender: Female
Interests: Garrett + rain + knitting + Star Wars + daffodils and sunshine + Scrabble + poetry + video games + garage sales + spiced tea + sweaters
Expertise: being late for things + being thrifty + making things unnecessarily complicated + telling time + spacing out + slope + ramen noodles
Occupation: Student
Industry: Education/Research
Message: message me
Member Since:
2/19/2005
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| Okay. So that last post was sort-of/really spazzy.
I have Japanese on the brain. Here are the top 3 signs that I don't know what the heck I'm doing.
Reason #1: Today in class we were supposed to give directions to the T.A.(in Japanese, of course) that
involved him doing things like putting a pen on a book, getting under
the desk, putting his cell phone in his mouth, or his shoe on his head
(among other things). He got tired of all the bizarre things we
were asking him to do so I decided just to ask him to sit on a chair.
When he looked at me, then the professor, and proceeded to lift the
chair on top of his head, I knew I hadn't helped things. For the
time being, I decided to pretend I'd meant to do that in the first
place.
Reason #2: I spelled my name wrong on the test. I haven't
spelled
my name wrong since before I was in kindergarten. I realized my mistake
almost immediately after I left the building. I knew I'd failed
the test but I took a strange sort of comfort out of misspelling my
name. Because I now had a superhero-alternate personality. I was
Mega-Wō. With superpowers that allow me misspell my name on a test and
still make an A.
Reason #3: On Monday I had to do a conversation-test with my
professor in Japanese. We were going along fine, I told him what I'd
done for fall break and asked him what he had done for his. He
looked at me confusedly, so I repeated myself, a little less
confidently. He stared and replied, "Nowhere?". When I got out I
realized that I'd said something to the effect of "Where are you going now?!". Who knows what he was thinking.
One sign that the Japanese teaching assistant thinks Americans have lost it...
Today in class our professor told us that Hawaiians have a strange
affinity for Spam. The professor turned and asked the TA, Satura, if he
knew what Spam was. He calmly said that he did. Our
professor then said that something like 80% of the world's Spam is sent
to Hawaii. The class was awed, but not nearly as much as Satura.
Then the professor said that they even make sushi from Spam. Then
Satura looked utterly amazed and disgusted... And for good
reason. It turns out that the Japanese word for semen sounds very
like Spam.
I hate to leave you on that note (I hope you don't doubt my propriety), so I will leave you with advice to watch the play Dangerous Liaisons if you ever get the chance.
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| Do the Punic Wars sound dirty to anyone else?
I've been swamped with homework lately and I just can't get
ahead. I should be studying now but I'm tired of trying to tell
WordPerfect that I don't want my whole essay italicized. With
each passing day I am further convinced that my computer is trying to
get me to throw it out so it can go live with gypsies an eat lots of
whipped cream. Gypsies love whipped cream. I hope my
computer knows that.
As she walked out of the building she saw that guy who's name always
reminded her of apples. She smiled politely wondering if he was
smiling at her or the No Smoking sign that used to be hanging over the
flattened cigarette butts. She decided that his attention was
definitely focused on the non-existent sign and tried to find a way to
dispose of her smile. She hated to waste one of her better smiles
but decided that extinguishing it would be better than smiling
awkwardly at the unfamiliar woman coming up behind him. But it
was too late. She hurriedly renewed the grin to the bewilderment
of the woman who made an attempt to fashion a smile of recognition
toward a girl she couldn't remember for the all the peanuts in an
oyster, as her grandmother used to say. The girl thus spent the
next few steps trying to
figure out where she could have met the woman. The man coming up behind
the woman was the recipient of the mutilated grimace that resulted from
the mixture of confusion and smile left over from the first two
encounters. He wondered what his ex-girlfriend had been telling her
friends this time. It must be horrible to merit a look like that. And
she was the one who broke up with him. Women. He waved his boyfriend
waiting for him across the street. As she continued on, she pondered
what she had done to deserve the glare from the waving man. She was then left trying to recall why she had smiled in
the first place when Adam ran up from behind, renewing her baffled
smile.
Meh.
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| I am making cookies tonight and no one can stop me!!!
It is a great and joyous thing to know that freshly baked cookies and a turtleneck sweater are waiting for you.
I'm so excited about the RLMMORPG we're going to have on Halloween. I'm
going to be an Non-Playable Character. My role will be: ... I'm not
telling. Brandon and I know it's too much fun to have secrets. However,
I will share a secret with you and only you... whisper, whisper, whisper. And don't you tell a soul.
Since I've been enveloped in my studies for ever so long, I don't feel
as if I have much to report. So we shall play a game called Two Truths
and a Lie. You must pick out the lie.
1. I have sat down and cried in a grocery store yelling "I want my Angel!!!".
2. I have been to the principal's office twice (for being in trouble) .
3. I own 9 Star Wars t-shirts.
Time to make study!
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| Let's see if I remember how to do this...
I've had little to nothing going for me the past couple of weeks.
Nothing I had the energy to make an interesting story out of anyway.
I passed the time with my little sister Sarah today as she leveled up
to 15. Congratulations! Seeing as you look your age, you only look one
year younger than me. I've had seven people tell me that I appear to be
16 in the past few months. I've decided that it isn't such a bad thing.
Brandon and I wiled away some time choosing the cutest kittens. Thanks
Hannah. I've decided that when I get my kitten (whenever that may be)
I'm going to name it Gwendolyn and call it Wendo (or Window) for short.
If that isn't the best idea I've ever had I don't know what is...
If any of you care to throw some good science-fiction titles at me,
feel free. I'm in search of some classic sci-fi to for a book report (I
just saved that sentence from the certain death of ending with a
preposition, you can thank me in person later).
Yoda's looking down from above [my computer] and he's telling me to
study. You know what happens when you don't listen to Yoda... You go to
Cloud City and find out that your arch-nemesis is your dad. So I'd best
study.
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| The past three days / 12.459 hours of sleep = :-C (Maegan with a super-de-duper sadface)
Plus I've been checking and fetching laundry from the basement for the
past four hours. I've had to trek up and down four flights of stairs 6
times since the ordeal began. Ho-hum. But no one likes to read a
complainer's post unless it's clever and crafty. I'm not feeling it.
I spent this weekend at the Heifer retreat guarding the young'uns of
Honors. These kids are crazy. They aren't as dumb as last year's class.
Silly last year's class. One kid managed to name all 150ish people's
names in 4 minutes and 59 seconds during the name game. We had a score
of t-shirt ninjas. We have a professor that dubbed kung-fu movies back
in the day. I got to use the video camera. I don't feel like I need
to brag on my skills here, but I will say that there's a nice, long
shot of the water buffalo smack in the middle of the capture the flag
footage. Oh yes. Quite a transition if you ask me. Like I said, I doubt
if I really needed to brag...
I had practice for intramural flag football after I got back. I think
the part of the brain that controls football talent has disentigrated a
bit. Well, no, something more drastic. I'd say it exploded... three
times. I suspect there was some light to moderate damage to the
surrounding departments. That must be why I forgot how to accomplish
cold fusion.
Hmmm.... now I'm off to contemplate the link between football and cold
fusion. But then again, both of those areas have been blasted away. Eh.
I'll give it a go.
-Bob's your uncle.
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