February 29, 2004
The One With The Oscars
Well, it was about time they gave Best Picture to a movie that was actually good!
Speaking of the Oscars, here are some red carpet arrival pics that I shamelessly ripped off of imdb.com:
Oh, that's where I put my feather duster
The latest same-sex couple to have marched down the wedding aisle of San Francisco's City Hall.
This guy is my hero.
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Posted by Nancy at 11:38 PM
February 23, 2004
The One Where I Say Hella
HELLA syn: HECKA -
adj. - 1) To a high degree or extent. 2) Truly, absolutely. noun 3) A stupid slang word consciously used by stupid people.
I hate the word "hella." I hate that word more than I hate ricerockets. And that's saying a lot. But, what I hate even more that that is the fact that on occasion, I unintentionally use it. I want to bitchslap myself every time I catch myself saying it.
I was raised in Daly City, which many believe was the birthplace of such a word (and various derivations from it too), and being raised among Daly City natvies who seemigly like to take on ghetto facades through excessive use of slang, one can't help but soak up bad culture.
The other day I said something like "Gosh, these electrical circuits are hella hard to figure out." And my physics partner started laughing at me while I wondered how a self-inflicted bitchslap would make me look to my fellow classmates. He told me I couldn't go an hour without saying it. Pshaw, I say! So we made a bet.
And I lost within thirty minutes. Needless to say, I was hella dissapointed in myself.
Posted by Nancy at 1:54 AM
February 22, 2004
The One With The Final Episode of "Sex"
I KNEW HIS NAME WAS JOHN. I KNEW IT!!!
Addendum: That was a reference to the final episode of Sex & The City, by the way. Mr. Big's name is John. I guessed exactly that, so nyah-nyah-nyah. My site sucks.
Posted by Nancy at 9:24 PM
February 17, 2004
The One Where I My Graduation Is Pushed Back
The freaking budget is screwing up my graduation date. This is all bullshit. I have to pay nearly twice as much for tuition than last year and they're cutting classes left and right. This is not being offered in the summer, this is not being offered in the fall, BLAH BLAH BLAH.. what it is is all bullshit I tell you. The extra 300 dollars me (er, my parents) have to shell out every 10 weeks.. where is it going? Is the governator is using the extra cash to install several tanning beds at the mansion? Perhaps the FCC needs more money to investigate Janet Jackson's breast. That's where all the money is going, folks. To breasts and tanning beds. Which is exactly why the young adults of today, the HOPE FOR THE FUTURE, cannot take Biochemistry in the fall and have to wait 6 months to take it!!!
Posted by Nancy at 10:58 AM
February 13, 2004
The One With Lovesong
I must say, I am aghast that anyone tried to do a cover of my favorite song ever, The Cure's Lovesong, for that song deserves to live in its full glory forever uncloned!
Posted by Nancy at 6:23 PM
February 9, 2004
The One With Hey Ya
Food for thought:
You think you've got it
But got it just don't get it
Til theres's nothing at all
We get together
But separate's always better
When there's feelings involved
If what they say is "nothing is forever,"
Then what makes
Love the exception?
Why are we so in denial
When we know we're not happy here?
Hm, I wonder, what's the difference between "Record of the year" and "Song of the year?" Because I think this should have won both.
Posted by Nancy at 8:09 PM
February 3, 2004
The One Where I Hate Evolution
I hate, hate, hate, hate my evolution class. I used to like evolution but having to read about the molecular and genetic aspect of it every single effing night from a book that is soooooo stupid is making me want to diss evolution. We have a "quick" 30 point quiz at the beginning of every class asking questions like "How do RNA intermediate retroelements copy themselves into a genome?" or "Why can't we define a species in a universal manner?" or "How does a fused chromosome persist in the genome?" How can I possibly know the answers to these ridiculous questions when every night I'm busy trying to throw my textbook into the fire instead of reading it.
Posted by Nancy at 6:44 PM
February 1, 2004
The One Where I'm Hungover
Oh my lawdd. The worst hangover, ever. After attempting to console my pounding headache with some good ol Campbell's chicken soup, I found myself in a soup of my own vomit, the freshly regurgitated noodles garnishing my spew-soaked sweatshirt. You can imagine it smelled quite lovely. I am never drinking again*.
Oh and in response to last night's post, I must say I make much more sense when I'm drunk.
* yeah right
Posted by Nancy at 11:58 PM
The One Where I'm Drunk
A telltale sign that I'm pretty drunk: I can't feel my tongue. And there's this strong need for me to vomit. Yeah, right now I'm pretty wasted. An d don't let my previous entries tell you different. Ugh I don't know what the previous sentence means, allz I knowi is I'm trying not to vomit. And. I'm making a VERY good effort not to make ANY typos whatsoever. Probably not so sucessful, eh? That's like, when I wake up the next morning and see what I've typewritten and published on public html when I was drunk, I get so embarrased! Because of the typos. Yeah, call me wierd. I am. Yeah, tomorrow when I'm sober enough to see this, I'll be like, WTF?!?! I had two martinis and a purple hooter and I want to vomit. Should I?
Oh yeah, and who are these fuckers who keep trying to add me on Friendster. I don't know them, yet they want to be my friendseter. I thought the whole premise was to add your friends, not strangers.. Who's Jose? I don't know anyone named Jose Santos. Do I? I have such a bad memory. There are a pile of clothes on my bed that I really should hang. But I've been sleeping with them on top of the comforter for the past few days. That's not very comforting at all, having a pile of clothes on your body when you're trying to sleep. But I do it anyway, because I'm effing lazy.
Look at that picture of Viggo Mortenson down there. He just looks so damn nerdy. And I can't help but wonder, what kind of childhood did he live having a name like VIGGO? Viggo. Viggo. Viggo. Viggo. I can't imagine having some dude named Viggo in my class and him not being made fun of by the "popular" kids. I'm glad I wasn't one of the "popular" kids. Can you imagine being one of them, having your self esteem skyrocket when you were younger then having to face the real world as an adult? They're probably still used to stepping all over people, and realizing its stupid and fruitless to do so.
Haha, fruitless. There was this one day at school I kept using that word and everyone kept looking at me funny.
Uhhhhhh... I think I should lie down.
I just kicked all the clothes off my bed onto the floor. I'm probably going to hate myself in the morning.
I just realized something, this is probably my bestest post of all, because I'm drunk and I don't know what the fuck I'm saying. Don't be surprised to find this post deleted sometime soon. And those of you reading right now, DON'T HATE!
I can't believe I said "Don't Hate".
Posted by Nancy at 3:18 AM
