Hated hated HATED them the first time I heard them. Now I'm hooked. "Arlington Road" makes me want to bite someone...just take a big honking bite out of their arm. Now that's good music.

God, I have to do something about those urges to devour people. I found some salve for one's hands...it smells like carrot cake. Strangely, I'm not at all tempted to bite my own hands. But I suspect that if I smelled carrot cake on anyone else, I would promptly sink my teeth into them. I'm hungry. All I had today was a cucumber salad, some green beans, and an orange. Anyway, I was looking for something I wrote before winter break with no luck, so I'll write it here. Got my grades. Straight 3.3s. That's not bad for the foolish way I did everything last semester. My grades would have been higher, of course, had I behaved appropriately. This semester, I have only 2 real classes and one independent study, so things should go much smoother. Both full-blown classes seem quite difficult, however. Plus I've actually gotten a job (at the library, for $6.50/hour, because I hardly have any money left), so that cuts down on my study time. Not like I did much studying anyway, but it was nice to know that the time was there if I needed it. Gallon Drunk's a neat band. So is Barkmarket, which I'm listening to now. Both bands are recommended if you like your music raucous and with a sneer.

i got something called burt's bee's hand salve for christmas. smells good; i wouldn't know if it smells like carrot cake, though. i distinctly remember having carrot cake once in my life - in 1976. i think i've gone past my olfactory memory time limit.

This is made by Burt's Bee, too...their Farmer's Market line. It's called "Carrot Creme," and it has a picture of a carrot on the lid. It actually smells like a combination of carrot cake and play-dough. I suppose your olfactory time limit on play-dough has also expired.

I was given an undercooked carrot cake in a glass lasagna pan I had to return for my 21st birthday.

no, i keep play-dough around my apartment so i can fashion it into obscene shapes. my little half-dollar sized tin just says "hand salve" and has a picture of burt on it. the first 3 ingredients are: sweet almond oil, olive oil, and beeswax. i also got some burt's bee's (i think the bee part should bee possesive out of respect.) bay rum exfoliating soap. motel size. i taken it out of the paper yet, but i find that if i just pick it up and handle it for a few seconds my whole bathroom smells like bay rum. besides, i don't want to exfoliate.

I saw barkmarket with Tad, Tripping Daisy and Therapy? back in 1993? 1994? I though Barkmarket were good, but they got played off the stage by each of the other bands. I went with a couple friends because it was a $10 show at St. Andrew's and I ahd never heard any of the bands before, so, what the hell each band was $2.50, a good deal even if half sucked. None did. I just have to say that I don't really remember Barkmarket because the other band's stage presences were so in your face. Especially Therapy? and Tad. I went out and bought "Nurse" the next day, and it's still a big influence on how I approach playing modern punk and metal. I totally love the production -that thin guitar contrasts excellently against the murky bass. Plus teh drumming is unbelievable. Back then, hearing a "techno" drum line under this weird metal was not very common, you see. I don't really like their new stuff, too simple and plus they got rid of the drummer.

Play-dough is a perfect medium for fashioning voo-doo dolls.

oh j.

I just got my English paper back in my mailbox. I got a 3.3 on it and a 3.7 on my other paper (the only two grades of the class), and my professor writes a note on my paper saying "your attendance was spotty, you scarcely participated in the newsgroup, and you were rather subdued in class, so I'm giving you a 3.3 for the final grade. Thanks for coming!" Was that sarcasm? And what does she mean, my attendance was spotty?! I was sick! I had a valid excuse, and I always informed her ahead of time when I wouldn't be coming, and of course I was subdued! I hardly ever talk in class anyway...I talked more in that class than in any other I've been in, and what if I really don't have anything to say? And I thought the newsgroup was silly and just unnecessary...I always gave what few thoughts I had in class. Jeez, what more do you want from me? I can't give an opinion if I don't have one. And who cares anyway? It's not like what I think about a book matters to anyone. Hmph. Now I'm sore.

I always tell my teachers that I don't like to speak up in class because I'm shy. They can tell I'm being honest because it's hard enough for me to just talk to Them. I figure eventually I'll get some mean teacher who keeps calling on me just because she knows I'm shy, but so far it's worked out well.