October 27, 2003
The One Where I Hate Smelly People Again
(I think I have posted about this before, but the fact that my message has not gotten out there, has not made its way to the hearts and minds of the nasty smell perpetrators, prompted yet another rant from yours truly.)
So, I have a 1.5 hour break in between my hellish classes on monday so I'm sitting here in the computer lab and as various people walk past my tiny little cubicle here, I have to wonder, why do people smell so bad? I mean, that's not to say that I am the best smelling person 24/7, I know there are times and places where one is not able to control the situation, but, BUT! At least I do make a conscious effort to be wary of any horrid scents that may emanate from my skin, and carry around a bottle of body splash to mask any nasty odors. Yes, yes I do. DEODORANT, PEOPLE. Available at Walgreens, Longs and your friendly neighborhood drugstore. You twist the little dial until the stuff comes out and you rub it underneath your armpits. It really isn't that hard. Oh, and if you choose to whip up concoctions made of about 3 pounds of garlic, curry and seafood, let the said concoction rot in the fridge, and rub it all over your clothing, come to school, pass by MY computer cubicle, then that's your choice. Just don't get offended when I begin spraying Lysol ON you. Yeah.
Hey did you know that when you're smelling something nasty (I learned about this in my human physiology class), that you're actually inhaling the scent molecules of the nasty smell perpetrator? Yeah, the STUFF coming from the pores of the smelly person is actually ENTERING your nose, your bloodstream, and god knows what else. Isn't that gross? Furthermore, you know how you instinctively wrinkle up your face and gag when you come across a nasty odor? Well, that's your body's way of telling you: DANGER! DANGER AHEAD! Yeah, it is. Every time you feel pain or discomfort, its your body's way of telling you to STAY AWAY or you might die.
Uh, yeah. That is all. Genetics lab awaits. Bye bye.
Posted by Nancy at 2:30 PM
October 23, 2003
The One Where I Hate Relationships
God, non-platonic relationships suck ass. THey are so much frikkin drama, and headaches and hurt feelings. Makes me so glad I'm not in one.
Unrelated addendum: I love the way Mr. Slave says "Jesus Christ."
Posted by Nancy at 7:53 PM
October 20, 2003
The One Where My Ears Bleed
My ears are bleeding. My tympanic membrane has been put through a terrible 2-hour ordeal. Woe is me.
Posted by Nancy at 1:03 AM
October 7, 2003
The One With The Tears
I'm terribly sad right now. I'm a wreck. I mean, whenever I think of whatever it is that's making me sad, this liquidy stuff starts seeping from my lacrimal glands almost instantaneously. Surprisingly, this has nothing to do with the time-of-the-month. I don't even know why I'm broadcasting this information on public html. I think I just need to keep a record somewhere concrete of my condition at the moment because who knows, maybe somwhere down the road in let's say, 20 years, I might find it useful know that on this day of October 6, 2003, I was an emotional wreck. Weep.
Posted by Nancy at 11:23 PM
October 4, 2003
The One With Michael Vartan
Anyone who's got a tv with a large screen (the larger the better), a dvd player equipped with a pause button, and 22 hours of free time should definitely look into renting/purchasing Alias's complete first season. Oh my Lord, VARTAN DROOLFEST!!
Anyone who is lucky enough to have this dvd set in their possession should do themselves a favor and pop in disc 6, and forward to 20:14 of episode 20 ("The Solution"). If that doesn't cause a rapid flow of estrogen all over your body, regardless of your gender, then seriously, there's no hope for you!!!!
Jennifer Gardner, that lucky bitch.
Posted by Nancy at 9:43 PM
