eggs

i was trying to hard boil an egg, and this is the help i got when googling:

Today I have two examples of flawed thinking.


Example 1
I'd really like some new shoes/a new skirt/ a new dress, which might cost $70 - $100. Let's see, that's about one grad school application. Well, if I didn't apply to say, Yale, then I could buy a pair of those cute kitten-heels I saw at Nordstrom.

Example 2
What to do about constipation? Well, in Trainspotting, when Ewan McGregor tries to go off heroin, it makes him poop a lot. . . therefore, if I am constipated, I should become addicted to heroin, so then when I quit, I can poop.


They do make some sense, you know?

All I do these days is study for the GRE. I can't post about anything more interesting than that, sorry to say. Here's some of my current study list:

redoubtable--inspiring awe, fear; worthy of honor
truculence--agressiveness, ferocity
irascible--hot tempered
inveigle--to obtain/win over by flattery or artful talk
rancor--emnity, ill-will

did you know that spurious and specious mean basically the same thing?

isn't this so fascinating? well, it will all be over soon. I told my advisor about how I took a practice GRE and got 770 verbal, 460 quantitative, and he just laughed at me. and said i should probably try to aim for at least a 500 quantitative. but he also said if i'm lucky, they might just find it endearing.

music: i am now obsessed with the death cab for cutie song 'soul meets body,' and also postal service, 'we will become silhouettes.'

everybody with us??

So last night I had this dream that my teeth were falling out. Specifically the one by the front on my left, the pointy one. I wiggled it and realized that it was very loose, and then I told my mom, my teeth are falling out, and I wiggled it again, and it seriously was so lose it was about to fall right out. And then the one next to it got loose too. And I was just trying to reconcile myself to the fact that I would soon be toothless, imagining all the dental work I was in for, when I realized that this was ridiculous. You've got to be dreaming, I thought, and, it seems, I was.

I went to work today and told Jan about my dream, and she said, "You dream about teeth, and it means someone's going to die. It's happened to me loads of times."

And then the mail came, and an envelope came for the office coordinator, and Jan said, "What's this, a letter full of anthrax?"

I told her she was having a morbid day.

But I thought I'd check--are you all still alive out there?

Maia