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Quote(s) of the day.
Nov. 24th, 2003 07:32 pm"They woke us up at four in the morning every night!"
---Greg
"I'm not tense, I'm just terribly, terribly alert!"
---Joan
"...I just forgot the words I was going to say."
---Brad
"Dare wa ikura desu ka." (translation: how much does who cost?)
---Ben
"THE ROOM SMELLS LIKE A HIPPO HOUSE!"
---Brad
"Kukki! Kuuuuuukkiiiiiii!!!" (translation: cookie)
"I feel so unloved... oooh, where are my keys?"
---Greg
---Greg
"I'm not tense, I'm just terribly, terribly alert!"
---Joan
"...I just forgot the words I was going to say."
---Brad
"Dare wa ikura desu ka." (translation: how much does who cost?)
---Ben
"THE ROOM SMELLS LIKE A HIPPO HOUSE!"
---Brad
"Kukki! Kuuuuuukkiiiiiii!!!" (translation: cookie)
"I feel so unloved... oooh, where are my keys?"
---Greg
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Oct. 28th, 2003 12:49 amRead this over at NaNoWriMo and had to giggle. ^_^
You know, it's always the milk that does it to me. I'm making a leisurely grocery store run in late October, picking up Dr. Pepper and those amazingly convenient, nutritionally questionable toaster pop-ups with the cheese and bacon products inside. I'm not thinking about the fact that I have no novel ideas. I'm not thinking about the fact that the whole event starts in less than five days.
The act of self-deception goes well until I hit the dairy section and reach for a gallon of milk. At which point I see, to my horror, that every carton in the case carries an expiration date of November 10th or later. November 10th! That can't be! By November 10th, we're supposed to have written 16,000 words! One-third of a novel! In the tenderly short lifespan of Safeway's milk selection!
You know, it's always the milk that does it to me. I'm making a leisurely grocery store run in late October, picking up Dr. Pepper and those amazingly convenient, nutritionally questionable toaster pop-ups with the cheese and bacon products inside. I'm not thinking about the fact that I have no novel ideas. I'm not thinking about the fact that the whole event starts in less than five days.
The act of self-deception goes well until I hit the dairy section and reach for a gallon of milk. At which point I see, to my horror, that every carton in the case carries an expiration date of November 10th or later. November 10th! That can't be! By November 10th, we're supposed to have written 16,000 words! One-third of a novel! In the tenderly short lifespan of Safeway's milk selection!
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Sep. 10th, 2003 04:12 pmFun quotes that people must remind me of later:
"If you touch Ptolemy's model of the universe, we'll excommunicate you and you won't be allowed to play in the happy sandbox of God with the rest of us."
--Tom (in reference to the day's Science lesson), after I mentioned that excommunication was like being kicked out the sandbox.
"It's like a basket of squirrels!"
--Tom again (after psychology yesterday), when I told him he was a cracked nut.
"The nose! Like the WOMB!"
--from Nice Hair
"If you touch Ptolemy's model of the universe, we'll excommunicate you and you won't be allowed to play in the happy sandbox of God with the rest of us."
--Tom (in reference to the day's Science lesson), after I mentioned that excommunication was like being kicked out the sandbox.
"It's like a basket of squirrels!"
--Tom again (after psychology yesterday), when I told him he was a cracked nut.
"The nose! Like the WOMB!"
--from Nice Hair
