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You know, I wonder if I would get in any trouble for skipping my last tutoring session. I don't wanna work! I just want to bang on me drum all day. Um, I mean...I want to get the withdrawl papers figured out. Because wow with the not staying at Drexel, yo.

Last night Dad made some keen observation on the guinea pigs after extensive testing wherein he tried two different stimulus and observed their reactions.

Dad: Those guinea pigs are weird.

Me: Why?

Dad: They get all freaked out when you stick your head in their cage while they're sleeping but they like it when you poke them with the end of the phone. They think it's a game and squeak happily.

Me: And when you wake them from a dead sleep they don't squeak happily?

Dad: *shakes head* Not one bit. They actually cower in the corner and whimper.


My father...ever the vigilant scientist. It still strikes me as odd how much the guinea pigs love him even though he tortures them. They think it's a game.

[Edit]: I should also point out that my father wants to get a dowel with a rubber tip on it so he can poke them from the couch. The phone doesn't reach. Really. He loves them. Honest. He used to play even harder with the others we had. He had a game called Pigs in Space where he would pick them up, hold them over his head, and spin them until they squeaked. The pigs loved it.

My dad's weird.

I should get dressed. Clothes are good things I suppose.

experimental data

You know, I wonder if I would get in any trouble for skipping my last tutoring session. I don't wanna work! I just want to bang on me drum all day. Um, I mean...I want to get the withdrawl papers figured out. Because wow with the not staying at Drexel, yo.

Last night Dad made some keen observation on the guinea pigs after extensive testing wherein he tried two different stimulus and observed their reactions.

Dad: Those guinea pigs are weird.

Me: Why?

Dad: They get all freaked out when you stick your head in their cage while they're sleeping but they like it when you poke them with the end of the phone. They think it's a game and squeak happily.

Me: And when you wake them from a dead sleep they don't squeak happily?

Dad: *shakes head* Not one bit. They actually cower in the corner and whimper.


My father...ever the vigilant scientist. It still strikes me as odd how much the guinea pigs love him even though he tortures them. They think it's a game.

[Edit]: I should also point out that my father wants to get a dowel with a rubber tip on it so he can poke them from the couch. The phone doesn't reach. Really. He loves them. Honest. He used to play even harder with the others we had. He had a game called Pigs in Space where he would pick them up, hold them over his head, and spin them until they squeaked. The pigs loved it.

My dad's weird.

I should get dressed. Clothes are good things I suppose.

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I FINALLY got a new cell phone. And it's cute! And baby blue!

::bounces::

see!




Yes I am way too excited by this. It makes me oh so happy to be able to keep in contact with people again.

I hated not having a phone. And my new one is SO cute!

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I FINALLY got a new cell phone. And it's cute! And baby blue!

::bounces::

see!




Yes I am way too excited by this. It makes me oh so happy to be able to keep in contact with people again.

I hated not having a phone. And my new one is SO cute!

They did not take me in the Army. I was, um, interestingly enough, I was, I was 4-P....

...Yes. In the, in the event of war, I'm a hostage.



And yes....I'm watching Annie Hall. I was sitting here and I wanted to watch some neurotic comedy and Woody Allen definitely fits that bill.

I watch this and think of Karen.

I watch Love and Death and think of Karen.

I watch Everything You Wanted to Know about Sex but Were Afraid to Ask and think of Karen (and Joe but that's another story).

I watch Stardust Memories and think of Karen.

Anything having to do with Woody Allen makes me think of Karen.

It's like a Pavlovian response. Woody Allen = Karen.

Is that weird?

Allison: I'm in the midst of doing my thesis.

Alvy Singer: On what?

Allison: Political commitment in twentieth century literature.

Alvy Singer: You, you, you're like New York, Jewish, left-wing, liberal, intellectual, Central Park West, Brandeis University, the socialist summer camps and the, the father with the Ben Shahn drawings, right, and the really, y'know, strike-oriented kind of, red diaper, stop me before I make a complete imbecile of myself.

Allison: No, that was wonderful. I love being reduced to a cultural stereotype.

Alvy Singer: Right, I'm a bigot, I know, but for the left.

They did not take me in the Army. I was, um, interestingly enough, I was, I was 4-P....

...Yes. In the, in the event of war, I'm a hostage.



And yes....I'm watching Annie Hall. I was sitting here and I wanted to watch some neurotic comedy and Woody Allen definitely fits that bill.

I watch this and think of Karen.

I watch Love and Death and think of Karen.

I watch Everything You Wanted to Know about Sex but Were Afraid to Ask and think of Karen (and Joe but that's another story).

I watch Stardust Memories and think of Karen.

Anything having to do with Woody Allen makes me think of Karen.

It's like a Pavlovian response. Woody Allen = Karen.

Is that weird?

Allison: I'm in the midst of doing my thesis.

Alvy Singer: On what?

Allison: Political commitment in twentieth century literature.

Alvy Singer: You, you, you're like New York, Jewish, left-wing, liberal, intellectual, Central Park West, Brandeis University, the socialist summer camps and the, the father with the Ben Shahn drawings, right, and the really, y'know, strike-oriented kind of, red diaper, stop me before I make a complete imbecile of myself.

Allison: No, that was wonderful. I love being reduced to a cultural stereotype.

Alvy Singer: Right, I'm a bigot, I know, but for the left.