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Yeah...so Jen pretty much formally admitted her defeat in the Contest of the Massive Brain last Thursday. (She made up the "Massive Brain" Award, which was presented to me, along with the "Group Tutor Extraordinaire" Award, on Tutor Appreciation Day.) And my massive brain just got more massive with the excessive growth of my ego.

But not really. Congrats to the other amazing awards...I thought we had the coolest ones out of everybody: Jim for the "Tutor Most Likely to Instill a Sense of Calm in an Overwhelmed Tutee" Award, Richard for the "Most-Enthusiastic-and-Eager-to-Tutor Tutor" Award, AJ for the "Rolls with the Flow Tutor" Award, and.............JEN! for the "Tutor of the Year Award."

Woohoo.

Would you laugh if I told you a joke?

I don't skip class enough. My headaches are getting more intense and more frequent, so thinking hasn't really been an option for me for the last couple weeks. Too bad two of my jobs and school require it. To sum it up, I work at the Writing Center...and as I type this, I'm making a zillion mistakes that I don't usually make, so I'll have to proofread it after I finish the entry. In order to do that proofread, I'll need a Red Bull be able to really concentrate. And I'll still miss a ton of things. Am I going crazy? Jen, don't answer that. Of course I'm not! I'm just so exhausted from all the energy that my body's putting into functioning, so I can't function. And that last sentence took me a good 30 seconds to figure out how to write. WTF! It's cool though; I got to bug the crap out of Jen yesterday when I brought my guitar and sang "Apologize" by OneRepublic and "Hero" by Enrique Iglesias all afternoon at work. Oh! Can't forget "Baby One More Time" by Britney Spears.

Right now, I'm in the computer lab at school not doing my lab report for my lab class that starts in 30 minutes. The sad thing is that I'll start it at a-quarter-of and still finish it on time and well enough for an A. As I commented earlier, I'm "your classic over-achieving slacker." But really, it's just because my lab class is a joke. I finished the midterm in five minutes and still got a good grade. I guess it's nice to have an easy class when I'm taking so many units, but a joke? That's just not what college is about. I want to learn something! I'll probably end up taking more complex science classes for fun if this is the kind of crap I have to do right now. I wanted to take Physics, but I don't have that core math prerequisite. So I'll have to take that eventually, maybe. Please tell me the act of transferring will get me into some more challenging classes! That'd be lovely. But not until my brain stops being retarded.

End of the Semester

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Okay, folks, the end of the semester is right around the corner. You know what that means...LOTS O' PAPERS!!!!! And with lots o' papers come lots o' students. After a 6 hour day, my massive brain just feels like giving up. Where does that leave me with the rest of my OWN classes? I definitely haven't been putting much of an effort into my studies, but so far I'm doing pretty well in school. Is anyone else feeling this end of the semester crunch? I really hope I'm not the only slacker.

I think my brain just got a little more massive...

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I see that I have indeed lost the massive brain contest. But hey- I have more than John Grisham's poster, so that's a step in the right direction. Shy Guy, hang in there, buddy. Your day will come.

ono...two post locations? what!

On a dark, cold night, an old man crosses a street. His street-crossing isn't particularly fast-paced. In fact, it's extremely sluggish and tired. He pushes a wheelchair as a crutch for practicing this walking thing. He's pretty focused on the walking thing. He's focused to the point of losing touch with his surroundings. By the time he reaches the midpoint of the journey across the street (and the first half takes a good few minutes as it is), he's really focused.

A silver Camry struts along toward the T-intersection across which the man snails. Inside, two ladies calmly chat about their days and their weeks and their futures and their presents and their pasts. A dark figure appears in the road. The driver reacts to the presence of the figure by bringing the car to a stop and waiting for the old man to cross. A few seconds later, it hits them.

A car hits them. The lady in the car didn't slow down, but she keeps saying that she saw the old man too. It's all her fault, she says. Here's my information, she says.

Here's ours, the two ladies say.

Here's the old man's information, the silver Camry's passenger says. He's a little gone. He was just out for a walk to practice walking. He just came from dinner with his family. He doesn't have an answering machine.

All ladies enter their cars and go on their way. The old man continues walking. The two ladies in the silver Camry go to Urgent Care to check their necks. The passenger is having neck, jaw, and head pain. The driver is too. The passenger of the silver Camry continues having minor neck, jaw, and head pain. Her arms hurt too and she can't lift heavy objects.

The next day, the insurance calls. The lady who hit them said she didn't know who's fault it was, they say. That figures, says the driver of the silver Camry.

GOP failure = GOP win?

I was checking out all the videos on youtube about the upcoming presidential election, when I found a collection of conspiracy videos related to Bush. They were all outlining the possibility of the Bush administration canceling the 2008 election if it doesn't look as though it'll end in the GOP's favor. Pretty interesting stuff. I clearly haven't done enough research, so I'm not going to make a judgment or do any sort of critical analysis of the concept, but I was curious about what you guys think, have heard, have seen, etc.

This should not include any massive brain comments <3

-- Kaitlyn

fried chicken pancakes? Bacon waffles? man hash house would send me to heaven after heartblock. I have changed my vote from the poster to jen, so as to ensure further feud between the two brains. ....or... that could be the will of John Grisham's brain forcing me to unknowingly do his bidding. Don't think it doesn't run this place.