Over the past week or so (barring the weekend, mostly), I've been trying to get at least 6 hours of sleep a night, eat right, take time to read and relax, get at least a modicum of exercise... and it's working. I feel pretty awesome today.
I plan to get a lot done at work, and then, tonight, kick ass at logjamming and McCarthyism stuff. Wish me luck!
So, if you sent a large check to the credit card company, and they never recieved it and they've already billed you again including what they've not recieved....
do you really have to stop payment on the previous check? Or can you just assume it's lost in the mail or that they'll recieve it eventually and credit it to your account.
You're on Killoggs right now, so you must know how to read. Can you remember the first steps that brought you here?
Isn't it a strange concept to think back to when you didn't know what these symbols meant?
I am amazed at people who have taught themselves to read.
We took a test at the end of the year in kidnergarden. There was a picture of a bird in a cage and a bird out of a cage, and some other pictures. We had to draw lines between sentences and the pictures. I picked the longest looking sentences and connected it to the bird outside of the cage, and the shorter sentence to the bird in the cage.
I was one of the only kids who didn't know yet, in first grade... or at least it felt like it.
We had those books with the pictures and the words. We'd go around in a circle and read a sentence.
I remember Mrs. Estes making a joke about "ghost." "It looks like it'd sound like gôst" she said.
Then, like most kids, once I learned to read, I'd read street signs and instructions, labels and menus outloud constantly. Poor Mom. What a trooper.
The first book I read through by myself was Green Eggs and Ham.
I'm glad I learned how to read. I can't imagine how I would have learned some things otherwise.
Is there anything you learned about from reading, because you were afraid or didn't know who to ask, or you were curious about?
Teen novels with insights into high school drama. Books on how to be popular, how to drive, how to lose weight, how to play piano, how to use computers, how to massage, how to fuck.
Seriously though, those "If you can read this, thank your teacher," signs are really annoying, but I am really thankful for the most important skill I have.
shut the fuck up all'yall.
11 posts in a row, big damn deal.
None of you has ever had to ask me twice to quit something,
and fuck you if you can't scroll through 5 inches of page
to get back to your tired pleadings for XXXXXX to crack a hole in the wall of the LC.
Unless you're XXXXX and your mouse is broken too.
Not a damn thing else to look at because you dickheads stopped posting, not 'cause I knocked any shit off,
'Cause you all don't want XXXXXX yelling at you.
We wouldna been talking about anything else that got talked about today
if I hadn't brought it up.
Post some more porn, XXXXX.
Post some more porn.
I was the first person to tell XXXXX to take the numbers off,
and I still think it's a good idea.
XXXXX, you can promise to stab me all you want,
you'll never get to shitstab XXXXX the way you used to back in the day...
Even though he needs it.
so this is a bit late, but i just got back from montreal yesterday.
i didn't get to do a whole lot while i was there. i saw my cousin get married, walked around, and met up with gen.
i really loved the city, although i really didn't get to explore a lot of it. i plan on going back, though. hopefully next year when i have more vacation time.
it's weird how much of the city looked like something either out of pbs or a david cronenberg film.
oh yeah, and i bought a bottle of sortilège in duty free on the way back. it's quèbècois whiskey and maple syrup liquor.
I've got 6 gmail invites to distribute if anyone is interested. E-mail me through killoggs or spell out your address here. First come, first served.
Last night, I had drinks with this nice girl from a recent wedding. (I caught the garter) we ended up in bed together - sort of - the next morning she took my favorite shirt and I wanted it back. I found that I really liked this girl even when I wasn't trashed. So, that made me happy. Louie's has changed significantly.
Today I bought new car smell for my car and I Love Jesus air fresheners. This lead to an argument about my sincerity in loving Jesus.
Am I not a confirmed Catholic? Am I not a soldier of Christ?
I visited Guitar Center near Cortana because I heard that the one in New Orleans carries a lot of vintage instruments. Avoid this place as you would a poisonous viper. There is nothing there worth seeing, and too many kids banging on too many instruments that are definitely not worth hearing. Their Crates were really cheap, though, even for Crates. So, actually, go, buy your Crates and leave. Buy your crates and leave.
