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A skittery, erratic attempt at a weblog. Rambles will be indulged and depths will be plumbed. Who knows what I'll come up with?


Monday, October 27, 2003  

Weather: cold and rainy
Listening to: Evanescence, "My Immortal" -- over and over again in my head
Not doing: english reading...well actually, yes I am, which is the subject of this entry:

I thought you people were supposed to be good at English!

Take a look at this. This is a footnote from my American literature anthology.

'["P.P., Clerk of this Parish" is] an anonymous English parody of Bishop Gilbert Burnet's tedious autobiography written around 1715 by Alexander Pope and John Gay.'

...huh? As far as I can see, you're talking about two different books, but the use of 'anonymous' about one and 'autobiography' about the other leaves NO room to introduce discussion of the authors of either.

I guess 'anonymous' technically means 'published anonymously', and they've probably figured out who wrote it since then. Still though -- it took me aback for a minute....
~SQ

posted by susan | 8:52 PM


Monday, October 20, 2003  

Weather: cold
Listening to:my mom talk on the phone...*sigh*
Not doing:anatomy studying

100 Cases of Labatt Blue, Please

So I just learned that they're stopping Labatt Blueline in a week's time. Guess it really was too good to be true...but gosh darn, it's so useful, especially when all my friends and family live in Toronto, I live in Hamilton, and Ananda goes home to Kitchener. I hate beer, but if I buy a lot, will they bring it back?

Bugger. This sucks. I don't wanna hoarde the Pizza Pizza free long-distance cards.

~SQ

posted by susan | 11:55 AM


Thursday, October 16, 2003  

So the Health Sci library is an offshoot of hell. I could buy that.
Librarian
You are smart and sexy!


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Hmm.

~sq

posted by susan | 11:52 PM


Thursday, October 02, 2003  

Weather: COLD
Listening to: NEW BNL, "Another Postcard"
Not doing: health psych reading

New Ladies Lyrics!

These guys kill me. I mean, it's a song about a mail stalker with a penchant for monkeys. Who THINKS of these things??


You can't imagine so many monkeys in the daily mail
All of them coming anonymously so they leave no trail
I never thought I'd have an admirer from overseas
But someone is sending me stationary filled with chimpanzees.

Some chimps in swimsuits, some chimps are swinging from a vine
Some chimps in jackboots, some chimps that wish they could be mine.
Starsky and Hutch chimps, a chimp who's sitting on the can
A pair of Dutch chimps who send their love from Amsterdam.

Another postcard with chimpanzees
And every one is addressed to me.

If I had to guess, I'd say the monkey-sender thinks it's great
He's sending me, maybe she's sending me just to see me get irate
I'm losing sleep - and it's gonna be keeping me up all night
I thought it was funny, but now I've got money on a monkey fight.

Some chimps in hard hats, chimps a-working on a chain gang
Some chimps who love cats, burning rubber in a Mustang
A birthday-wishing chimp, a chimp in black like a goth
A goin' fishin' chimp, a British chimp in the bath.

Another postcard with chimpanzees
And every one is addressed to me.

Somehow they followed me even though I packed and moved my home
No matter what, they come and they come they won't leave me alone
Another monkey in the mail could make me lose my mind
But look at me shuffling through the stack until I finally find

Some chimps in swimsuits
Some chimps in Jackboots
Some chimps in hard hats
Some chimps who love cats
I've got some shaved chimps; that's chimps devoid of any hair
I've got depraved chimps dressed up in women's underwear.

Another postcard with chimpanzees
And every one is addressed to me.
Every one is every one is every one is addressed to me.
Another postcard with chimpanzees
And every one is addressed to me.

posted by susan | 10:50 AM
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