A genius that man!

"listen to the musn'ts child, listen to the don'ts. listen to the shouldn'ts, the impossibles, the won'ts. listen to the never haves, then listen close to me. anything can happen child, anything can be." ~shel silverstein

You have been judged...

...and you have been found wanting. So one of the many J's told me about a splendiferous website called Shelfari. Here you can set up a bookshelf so that others can see what books you're reading or what you recommend...and then judge you. All without setting foot in your house. Of course, I couldn't resist another internet gimmick and I signed up. Check out my favorites! My profile name is Lenni.

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Quote of the year, "Change comes from small initiatives which work, initiatives which, imitated, become the fashion. We cannot wait for great visions from great people, for they are in short supply...It is up to us to light our own small fires in the darkness." ~Charles Handy 1994

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Oh and one more thing. A coupla weeks ago I was out with my girlfriends when I met up with this guy. And although he disappeared the instant I made it clear that I wouldn't sleep with him (despite his oozing charm and general hotness) he said something that stuck with me. He mentioned how he recognized some of my friends from the last time he saw me and was impressed that I had friends who would come out with me every weekend. So THANK YOU LADIES!!!

101!

Today is my 101st post. I was planning to say something witty and insightful but you know how plans go. (Actually I do have a tasteless joke about Foley if you care to hear.)

News: Medically cleared for Peace Corps! Went to a horrifically stilted alumni event. Hung with Meggie. Tutoring starts again. Am stupidest person in my Spanish class. No doubt.

Um. That's about it actually.

Anyone wanna go hiking with me this weekend?
Also, anyone have anything hooded and red...cloak, sweatshirt etc?

Here's your sign

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This has been brought to you by poison ivy.

Y'know those cute shirts, with the, like, road signs that say, y'know, "Slippery when wet" or "Dangerous curves"? I need one that says "Mixed Signals."

When I think about it further I also think "wide load", "do not follow", and "do not enter" might also be marketable.

Cover your ears.

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This has been brought to you by the Doc, Peace Corps paperwork, missing Pink Martini, a very warm office, Chinese farmlands, and the Jewish New Year.

And just so you don't think I'm completely nuts (ha!) I'll change the subject. Last night I saw a commercial for a weight loss oatmeal "specially formulated" to make you feel full. I hope it doesn't cost more than regular oatmeal.

Still breathing.

Ironic no?

"Ima Robot return with MONUMENT TO THE MASSES. The entire album, including 'Creeps Me Out,' which is a true story about one of Alex’s groupie/stalker girlfriends, can be heard now at their Myspace page."

I've been blogged!

It is very dangerous to blog about other people. You may cause a total Harriet the Spy moment where others find out that you view them as a horrible no good person.

In which he tells his loyal readers about our date
In which I do not call him back
In which I am written off as a dating possibility
In which I FINALLY call back and hang out with him until 2AM
In which he recaps
In which I am a horrible, no good monster who eats boys' hearts

~Fin~

In the interest of oversharing...

...I had yet another doctor's appointment today. (Peace Corps physical complicated by newly diagnosed asthma) My doctor was reading my results from my pulmonary function test and was especially tickled when he read, "Patient cooperative but poor effort." Making a slap on the wrist motion, he remarked that it sounded like elementary school. I admitted to cheating on my PFT but pointed out that the technician fudged the results....causing a different doctor to hypothesize all sorts of bogus things like blocked trachea or hole in windpipe. Anyhoo, he's making me take the test again but we've decided that if I screw this one up he'll write on my Peace Corps paperwork, "Cannot follow directions. Cheats. All around bad person."

He also wondered why the Peace Corps insists on torturing me. I said it's all worth it if I don't drop dead in the jungle. "Well you could still drop dead. It just won't be from asthma!"

loot, loot, and more loot.

Happy Birthday to me! Thanks to all my friend for coming out with me. "A good time was had by all." Or at least by me, and that's all that matters. I got...
- a promotion...I am now almost officially the new Assistant Editor.
- a stawberry tart...which I still haven't eaten.
- an iPod...it's so pretty! one day I'll use it.
- a cupcake...free from CakeLove!
- Indian food...my choice, not technically a gift cuz there were three of us who's birfday it was and therefore unfair to insist that others pay for my meals and/or drinks.
- a crown...proclaiming my birthday, which I passed over to Josh at midnight for his birthday
- a donut...free at KrispyKreme! which I didn't actually eat and I hope Annie remembers is in her bag
- booze...I don't recall paying for any. I do recall getting carded when I ordered water. huh?
- darts and dancing...both of which I'm not too spectacular at
- birthday kiss....sssh
What more could a girl want?

In other news, the boytoy is famous! At the risk of sounding like my grandmother...he looks thin. Don't let the serving nature of the article fool you...he is totally on safari this week.

Are you writing this down?

Several interesting conversations have transpired this week:

The following two are the result of a phone call from my brother who admitted that he's so strapped for cash that he's wearing a pair of boxers that belonged to my exboyfriend. The exboyfriend in question has denied that these are his underwear so...
Me: the underwear mystery deepens
Ex: Perhaps the world will never know.

Trying to rationalize the fact that there may be more than one male who's boxers I'm in posession of...
Me: i have a confession: i'm a boxer stealer
Brother: you......
Me: i sneak into dorm rooms and wear them on my head, running around campus whooping. i can't stop!
Brother: well you left campus...
Me: but i live near one now!
Brother: true. run away. quickly. with no britches on your head

On a not-so-related note my father sent a letter revealing that he has discovered where the little lost socks go.

Previous to this I mentioned my concerns about medical clearance for Peace Corps (Environmental Ed! Latin America! January! woohoo!)....
Brother: make sure you didn't have sex with anyone for money that lived in africa while raising monkeys at 400 feet below sea level while spontaneously injecting heroine

Aren't you glad you asked?

It should get its own zipcode

My zit is so large it has its very own pulse.

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So Lenni, what have you been up to? Well, I went to Memphis for the big bad Annual Meeting.
I worked (registration, folded a gazillion tshirts, sat in boring scientific sessions)
I partied (but not too hard)
I froze (inside it was 30 degrees)
I melted (outside it was 300)
I lost my wallet (and found it..after cancelling all my cards)
I didn't see too much blues (but I did go to BB King's)
I didn't eat too many artery clogging foods (which was hard to do)
I didn't freak out when people called me sweetie (which everyone did)
Also got a massage (with the masseuse making disapproving noises about my general muscle tone), cried over a pizza, visited the Rock n Soul museum, waded in a scale model of the Misssissippi, and didn't get my daily required amount of sleep.

And the weekend...How was that? Well, when I got home I cleaned, shopped, and went to a party with thirty bazillion post-college yuppies (shout out to Astrid, Margie, and Muffy!..I'm serious...except for Muffy) and got twenty bazillion dagger looks for showing up in ripped jeans and a t. It was a social experiment!

And I went hiking. The Billy Goat Trail was not quite as "strenuous" as I expected. And got an echocardiogram. That gel is cold! My heart is, has been, and hopefully always will be just ducky.

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Dudes! Friends should not be allowed to have birthdays on the same weekend! I don't have enough friends to compete with someone else's party!