tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36124192011-07-07T17:49:51.761-05:00past the boogie and on to the woogie!(this dialogue has become as useful as repeated syncopal episodes or scotch-tape repairs)wyneehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13832968313108007318noreply@blogger.comBlogger3481100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3612419.post-53199604987928856192007-11-14T15:39:00.000-06:002007-11-14T15:55:16.668-06:00quotidian is a fun word.speaking of fun words, today i heard somebody use the word succubus.i learned today that when you listen to music, the neurons in your brain fire at the same frequency as the music - unlike any other stimulus your brain receives. very cool.This is your brain on music - good book.boston is starting to feel a little more like home.wyneehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13832968313108007318noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3612419.post-84217946509344945092007-09-18T19:20:00.001-05:002007-09-18T19:20:49.416-05:00i like boston. the ice cream trucks play joplin.wyneehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13832968313108007318noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3612419.post-84388496110775870102007-09-14T22:40:00.000-05:002007-09-14T23:38:06.587-05:00library creatures are very comforting. if you don't know what i'm talking about, which you probably don't, since i just came up with the term "library creature", library creatures are generally amiable, very helpful, and are always emerging from behind bookshelves. they have a mean age of 92, and are always dusty.not to be confused with library monsters.anyway, i spent the day at the boston wyneehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13832968313108007318noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3612419.post-27446713844114489242007-02-19T20:53:00.000-06:002007-09-14T22:39:46.076-05:00hrm. i've apparently lost all desire to communicate about myself. my last un-finished and hence un-published post is from february:eek. i don't know anything about anything anymore. i can't even form a coherent post. the only communicating i've done as of late regarding me has been my Facebook status' - all that is required of me is to fill in the blank: "Wynee is ____". now, without that, I'mwyneehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13832968313108007318noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3612419.post-1160157327971069642006-10-06T12:33:00.000-05:002006-10-06T15:10:25.660-05:00let'sremember how it wasand go our separate waysi don't feel anythingunless we are living and dying for eachotherevery moment of our liveswyneehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13832968313108007318noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3612419.post-1158848576044517802006-09-21T09:22:00.000-05:002006-09-21T10:02:41.360-05:00oh yeah, i have a blog.i've eaten approximately (they lie, just like levis) 18 feet of froot by the foot today. that's a little too many feet of fun for my tummy.wyneehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13832968313108007318noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3612419.post-1158786315208760642006-09-20T16:04:00.000-05:002006-09-20T16:05:15.223-05:00ah, school.i've got my crayons sharpened and a new lunch box; i've got blank 70 page notebooks and a new mp3 player. the bums are back at their old posts, the College Republicans are handing out fliers.um yeah. that was written two weeks ago, when classes began. have no idea of what i wanted to say. it was probably something along the lines of: "classes have started. i don't really go. i want to wyneehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13832968313108007318noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3612419.post-1153839690108777842006-07-25T10:00:00.000-05:002006-07-25T10:01:30.120-05:00AAAHHH AHHH AHHHH AHHHHH!!!!!DONE. bitch.just had to get that off my chest.wyneehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13832968313108007318noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3612419.post-1153244034050414632006-07-18T12:17:00.000-05:002006-07-18T12:33:54.106-05:00i am no longer riding a bike. it has become a musical instrument of sorts. with all the squeaking, clanging, ticking, and whirring, it's essentially become my very own STOMP production. wheee!too much hgtv is bad for me. the other day i built a bench. and a counter of sorts, sort of....a carpenter i am not.quote of the day:coworker (fellow kimono wearer at sushi restaraunt) sounding totally wyneehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13832968313108007318noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3612419.post-1151359482395411322006-06-26T16:49:00.000-05:002006-06-26T17:33:55.450-05:00who the hell gets a speeding ticket for going 10 mph over the limit?besides me, that is? aggghh. this is my third one in the past year. the other two i fully deserved, but this is just bullshit.this little piggy just can't seem to stay out of trouble.i've been working for my father doing peon-ish tasks such as receptionisting and taking patient vitals, and i've come to the conclusion that i won'twyneehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13832968313108007318noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3612419.post-1150866748264659542006-06-21T00:12:00.000-05:002006-06-26T17:11:19.903-05:00africa. now. go. i'm so ready to set up a little shack and open up practice. bring me those malnourished kids and goiters! emt class makes me antsy, and not just in the i'm-falling-asleep antsy, it's the i-can't-wait-for-somebody-to-keel-over-so-i-can-apply-my-newly-acquired-knowledge ants in my knickers.aside from sleeping through emt class and waiting for somebody to get hurt, what have i been wyneehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13832968313108007318noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3612419.post-1150866237524007122006-06-20T23:58:00.000-05:002006-06-21T00:03:57.530-05:00drifters do it sideways, baby. not spectacular pictures because i couldn't get close enough, and i need a new lens. also, rubber flying off tires and embedding into everything does not make for a happy camera. it's quite unfortunate that drifting has become so much more maintstream with the help of the new fast and furious movie. it had so much more appeal as an underground sport. i spose that's wyneehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13832968313108007318noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3612419.post-1147379675706488842006-05-11T15:15:00.000-05:002006-05-11T15:34:35.773-05:00you know what's slightly awkward?being told that you have very, very nice legs by a woman in a wheelchair. especially if it is not readily apparent that the woman does (not?) have legs. especially if her husband (also wheelchair-bound) joins her a moment later and concurs with her observation. especially if this whole exchange occurs while you are waiting outside a liquor store for your legal wyneehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13832968313108007318noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3612419.post-1147190490066037702006-05-09T10:38:00.000-05:002006-05-09T11:01:30.100-05:00just gotta get through this week. i've got this urge (again) to throw everything away, get a haircut and withdraw all my money (like all $300 of it) and go live in the galapagos (or africa) in a shack. and never come back.a child should never have to bring her parents to the hospital.i might be ok with it once they're senile, but that won't be happening for another thirty years.it's a good thing wyneehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13832968313108007318noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3612419.post-1146783892739411562006-05-04T17:59:00.000-05:002006-05-04T18:04:52.746-05:00http://www.abc.net.au/science/news/enviro/EnviroRepublish_366856.htmteehee.school's out, jiggety jig. now let's see...what kind of trouble can i get myself into next?madison was a bust. except for the break dance battle, that is. these kids are amazing, and i wish my pictures could show it but they just don't do them justice. wyneehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13832968313108007318noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3612419.post-1145636770790543302006-04-21T10:56:00.000-05:002006-04-21T11:40:21.573-05:00why is it that i am the most immature person i know? i snicker at "dirty" jokes that a third grader wouldn't even bother laughing at, i see a phallus in everything longer than it is wide, and i think boobies are fascinating- especially my own - they seem to be growing!today in organic lab i made a penis out of recycled polyethylene. my TA suggested i make a star or a boat, but i decided to be wyneehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13832968313108007318noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3612419.post-1145466913377847532006-04-19T11:56:00.000-05:002007-09-15T00:01:10.088-05:00THREE MORE DAYS.and yet, i am writing this instead of studying. i should also, instead of studying, buy a ridiculous amount of lube. and determine a plan of action for when i get rejected from every medical school in north america.nothing wrong with a little preemptive action.highlight of the day:fob chink finance prof:"and this is how we get whack"(ok, it's actually WACC, which stands for "wyneehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13832968313108007318noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3612419.post-1145295828342409692006-04-17T12:39:00.000-05:002006-04-17T12:43:48.353-05:00mmm...slept in a tent last night. was a bit chilly after the fire died out, but glorious nonetheless. now if i could just get away from the city...it's also (almost) a compromise to the whole Nice Weather vs. Studying issue - studying in a tent is pretty much outside without all the distractions. kindasortamostly.let's go camping when school's out. please please please please pleeeeease?wyneehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13832968313108007318noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3612419.post-1144966527951584622006-04-13T17:14:00.000-05:002006-04-13T17:15:27.956-05:00Haha :) wyneehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13832968313108007318noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3612419.post-1144896940314479282006-04-12T19:42:00.000-05:002007-09-15T00:03:28.220-05:00"So much on my mind that I can't reclineBlastin holes in the night til she bled sunshineBreathe in, inhale vapors from bright stars that shineBreathe out, weed smoke retrace the skylineHeard the bass ride out like an ancient mating callI can't take it y'all, I can feel the city breathinChest heavin, against the flesh of the eveningSigh before we die like the last train leaving"the most beautiful wyneehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13832968313108007318noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3612419.post-1144365812433794972006-04-06T18:23:00.000-05:002006-04-06T18:42:30.170-05:00good grief. the new compact cameras from Nikon offer 8.1 megapixels, VR, and Wi-Fi connectivity. damn. that's more features than my digital SLR.but still cheaper.i'm going to start a group. i think i'll name it People For the Correct Usage of Adverbs (PCUA). we could make it catchy and call it Advocates of Adverbs, but i think the former is more assertive.don't get me wrong, i'm nowhere near a wyneehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13832968313108007318noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3612419.post-1143754610402909432006-03-30T15:36:00.000-06:002006-03-30T15:36:50.403-06:00shameless self-advertisement:Buy a print! (Or just steal...)I don't really want to go to med school, I want to be a photographer. Help me in furthering this delusion.real website coming soon...perhaps.wyneehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13832968313108007318noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3612419.post-1143669562813333442006-03-29T15:58:00.000-06:002006-03-30T15:29:34.236-06:00www.songtapper.comok, so it doesn't really work, but it's fun and it was a nice idea.am feeling marginally less violent today. perhaps it is because SOMEBODY WANTS TO BUY MY PHOTOGRAPHY. that's right, i sold a print. well, prints. to more than one person.it is almost pathetic, how much photography validates my existence.highlight of the day -prof in Art of India:"on the north facade is an wyneehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13832968313108007318noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3612419.post-1143584569453771712006-03-28T16:06:00.000-06:002006-09-12T12:52:31.816-05:00hi, my name is wynee, and i've got an attitude problem.lately, i've been wanting to hurt people. really badly (as in hurt them badly, and wanting really badly to hurt them - just in case you needed the clarification). i don't know what's wrong with me. maybe it's the stress, maybe it's the lack of sushi, or the lack of penis in my life. or the lack of direction. either way, people who would wyneehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13832968313108007318noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3612419.post-1143308013720060642006-03-25T11:28:00.000-06:002006-03-25T15:52:57.516-06:00Writing papers/studying puts me in the foulest of moods. when this happens, i just look at these pictures. my bro and his friend at a karate tournament. hahaha. they're such pimps.speaking of brothers, the other one turned 17 yesterday. !!!!!!! ridiculous, man. seems like just yesterday he was a wee rolly-polly lad, and i was pushing him down the stairs. now...not so wee. but i bet i could still wyneehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13832968313108007318noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3612419.post-1143262644564387942006-03-24T22:47:00.000-06:002006-03-24T22:57:24.596-06:00The Search For Warm Fuzzieshas been, as of yet, completely fruitless. there have been a few instances of lukewarmness -- maybe even approaching warmness, but definitely nothing of the long sought-after warm fuzzies. the closest i have come to fuzzy lately is wearing a new wool sweater.nevermind. i must forge on.wyneehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13832968313108007318noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3612419.post-1143167031610653952006-03-23T20:06:00.000-06:002006-09-12T12:54:46.836-05:00when it comes to hair products99 cent conditioner's always been my thingbut lately my hair's been fallin out -don't know what that's aboutwhere to begin?non-stop volume smooth-intense color care hi-lite boost curl care nutri-moisturevolumizing, moisturizing, thickening, strengthening,nutrifying, clarifying, rectifying,EXASPERATINGrejuvenates and revives, sustain shimmer, shine and wyneehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13832968313108007318noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3612419.post-1141688993379502802006-03-06T16:31:00.000-06:002006-03-06T18:22:40.786-06:00Bippety boppety booand I'm back in bland, cold, MN. i will never again go to disney world until i have children of my own and am forced by guilt to take them. the child in me still finds it an occasionally magical place, but really, all the tantruming toddlers, frustrated parents, sweaty people everywhere? eesh. yes, the parades, character sightings, rides are all wonderful until you start to wyneehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13832968313108007318noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3612419.post-1141334007561695742006-03-02T15:12:00.000-06:002006-03-06T17:50:41.936-06:00"i'm goin' to miami bienvenido a miami..."stuck in my head. good ol' willie.hey, i'm going to miami! tonight! shit!wyneehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13832968313108007318noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3612419.post-1141017478967036652006-02-26T23:17:00.000-06:002006-02-27T14:42:11.483-06:00ice climbing!is a badass activity. now, if only i could look badass doing it...Why would you ever go to school some where that that advertises with catchy lines such as "Get your nursing degree! Win a free iPod!" the new way to get people to shit or sign up for shit they don't want or need is to tell them they could win a free iPod. "Join the army! Win a free iPod!" "come to this concert, listen wyneehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13832968313108007318noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3612419.post-1140939150640935952006-02-26T01:31:00.000-06:002006-02-26T01:32:30.653-06:00oy. one thing:hot tubs and alcohol and 20 degree weather do not go together. mainly the hot tub and alcohol though.whoa....wyneehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13832968313108007318noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3612419.post-1140738381622640542006-02-23T17:39:00.000-06:002006-02-23T17:48:32.396-06:00hmmm. after reading the previous post, i have come to the following conclusion:i am not as badass as previously mentioned.oh well.going to see Common and his high cheek bones tonight at 1st ave tonight...rarrr. saw Staind/Theory of a Dead Man on Sunday at Myth - nightclubs in the 'burbs are just odd and so out of place, and i'd rather eat my underwear than occupy the same space as the people thatwyneehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13832968313108007318noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3612419.post-1140493356790456532006-02-20T18:59:00.000-06:002006-02-20T21:47:05.346-06:00Caution - young and impressionableand stubborn as hell. i think i should come with a disclaimer. today i got talked into doing a BMX race. yes, BMX as in bicycle motocross. well, maybe i shouldn't use the phrase "got talked into" because that would imply some reluctance on my part. there was none. not that i have the remotest idea of what BMX-ing entails...shouldn't be too different from regular wyneehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13832968313108007318noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3612419.post-1140140286593858092006-02-16T19:37:00.000-06:002006-02-16T19:38:06.603-06:00It's because i'm a badasspaper due: last weekpaper status: not started. well, i have a title...and half a thesiswhy? i'm a badass.basically.So sad :( When will we learn to leave things alone?wyneehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13832968313108007318noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3612419.post-1139813200040859862006-02-12T23:58:00.000-06:002006-02-13T00:52:09.903-06:00A few quips about republicans, the current administration, and politics come to mind...but I'll let this speak for itself.wyneehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13832968313108007318noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3612419.post-1139352992284129462006-02-07T16:32:00.000-06:002006-02-08T17:42:28.593-06:00i am skeptical. though it makes me wonder how fried my brain is becoming...How to fry an egg with your mobile phoneTry it with a friend!wyneehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13832968313108007318noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3612419.post-1139289109449178092006-02-06T23:08:00.000-06:002006-02-08T11:21:03.763-06:00super-what? huh? my hatred for watching the sport is compounded by the fact that everybody in the world is watching. well i'm not. go twins! (i love playing football, i just don't like to watch it. what's the point?)it's very disturbing to think of how easy it is to get massive amounts of people to do one thing at the same time. god/buddah/allah/shiva/zeus bless america. and god/buddah/allah/wyneehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13832968313108007318noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3612419.post-1138912800383250752006-02-02T14:39:00.001-06:002009-02-17T07:34:55.630-06:00city-living has made me soft.or at least, that's what i feel like. i say that as if i haven't lived in somewhat urban areas all my life.wyneehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13832968313108007318noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3612419.post-1138912769701078952006-02-02T14:35:00.000-06:002006-02-02T14:39:29.713-06:00"wynee, if george bush can be president, then you can be a doctor."".........thanks. but the only reason georgey's president is cuz he has a daddy who....damn!"funniest thing i heard today. people have so much faith in me.wyneehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13832968313108007318noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3612419.post-1138773993609734382006-01-31T23:58:00.000-06:002006-02-12T23:57:58.130-06:00breaking news:i only have two cavities. only.mommy will be so proud.after her head explodes. maybe i should just rot out all my teeth now so i won't have to worry about it later. i'm actually not too far from it. cuz i sure ain't givin up sugar. heyll naw.it could be worse, i actually thought it would be three.whopeee!wyneehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13832968313108007318noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3612419.post-1137999113361051602006-01-23T00:49:00.000-06:002006-01-23T10:43:56.136-06:00today i became a woman. (i can just see you guys thinking naughty thoughts. you sick fucks.)i bought lotion for the first time ever. why on earth would i do such a thing, you ask? well i guess i finally got tired of my knuckles popping open and bleeding every time i bent a finger. though i am somewhat convinced that i am merely a host to aliens, and every time skin on any part of my body cracks wyneehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13832968313108007318noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3612419.post-1137998930190440402006-01-23T00:48:00.000-06:002006-01-23T10:46:37.526-06:00finding old pictures is scary and amusing. i don't think i ever looked like this. i still don't look anything like it. look at me trying to pose...har de har harwyneehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13832968313108007318noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3612419.post-1137994617445150132006-01-22T23:23:00.000-06:002006-01-22T23:36:57.456-06:00wanderlust. i lust to wander. i lust. i wander, i lust.wyneehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13832968313108007318noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3612419.post-1137960273358769362006-01-22T14:03:00.000-06:002006-01-22T14:04:33.363-06:00Prairie dogs are hilarious. and FAT. what's also funny is that I don't remember taking this picture... wyneehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13832968313108007318noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3612419.post-1137704302159723712006-01-19T14:43:00.000-06:002006-01-19T17:15:43.583-06:00girl: "what's a phallus?"professor: "it's uh, a penis. a male sex organ. spelled with a 'p-h'"AHHHHH!!! how can a person make it this far and not know what a phallus is? the poor girl. and yes, i swear this really happened. ask the faggot, he was there.speaking of which, having a class with the faggot does not bode well. we spend lectures scoping out members of the male sex in our class between wyneehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13832968313108007318noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3612419.post-1137645528132308382006-01-17T16:27:00.000-06:002006-01-18T22:38:48.143-06:00"Wow. This place is much better than Taiwan."- George Bush on his most recent visit to China; replaced by static on CNNoh georgey. i love it. i simply love it.wyneehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13832968313108007318noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3612419.post-1137448415387834952006-01-16T15:53:00.000-06:002006-01-16T15:53:35.386-06:00wyneehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13832968313108007318noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3612419.post-1137448375336243542006-01-16T15:52:00.000-06:002006-01-16T15:52:55.336-06:00wyneehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13832968313108007318noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3612419.post-1137448326965882682006-01-16T15:51:00.001-06:002006-01-16T15:52:06.966-06:00wyneehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13832968313108007318noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3612419.post-1137448288131798912006-01-16T15:51:00.000-06:002006-01-16T15:51:28.133-06:00wyneehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13832968313108007318noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3612419.post-1137448010900598312006-01-16T15:46:00.000-06:002006-01-16T15:46:50.906-06:00wyneehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13832968313108007318noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3612419.post-1137445942951364872006-01-16T15:09:00.000-06:002006-01-16T15:12:22.956-06:00 As much as i complain about scary hard-core midwesterners, SoDak is a boootiful state. esp the black hills wyneehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13832968313108007318noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3612419.post-1137386034826274432006-01-15T15:29:00.000-06:002006-01-16T13:46:29.583-06:00one $272 speeding ticket, two chinks, three daystranslates into: approximately one gig in pics, two extra pounds of lard on my ass, and a newfound fear of corn-fed midwesterners and jesus. oh, and i'm a lot poorer than i was four days ago.and now it's time to, as my mom likes to say, "shou xin", or gather in my heart so i can settle down and focus on...shit, i can't say it, the "s-word".it would wyneehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13832968313108007318noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3612419.post-1136359108844239812006-01-03T23:40:00.000-06:002006-01-04T01:18:28.853-06:00new year, same shitwyneehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13832968313108007318noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3612419.post-1135972792425661192005-12-30T12:44:00.000-06:002006-01-30T14:50:10.216-06:00mommy's got her game onand it's a good thing too, cuz i sure as hell don't. today she took my brother and i to start IRA's for the both of us. if you're like me, you have not a clue what an IRA is. i just knew it had something to do with money, cuz i was supposed to meet her at the bank. well, turns out it stands for Individual Retirement Account. uh-huh. my first thought was - i haven't even wyneehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13832968313108007318noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3612419.post-1135541430537497912005-12-25T14:05:00.000-06:002005-12-25T17:55:05.726-06:00happy chrismahanukwanzakah! and happy winter solstice!Check this out. It's all about HINDU SANTA! haha. and the Jews."it's a good thing we don't live in rural china, cuz if we did, we'd never get you married off. nobody would want you"-my mommy, complaining about my complete lack of cooking skills. yes, it's true, i may not be able to cook, but i make up for it in with my ninja skills. don't wyneehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13832968313108007318noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3612419.post-1135233531695992212005-12-22T00:38:00.000-06:002005-12-23T15:18:31.783-06:00how many racial/cultural issues/slurs can you cram into one sentence?let's try.On Christmas Eve, this chink and her faggot friend will be attending a Jew-bulee at the Kitty Kat Klub, which I'm convinced is a covert KKK operation.i don't know. so don't ask. but there you have my xmas eve plans.also, the faggot today asked a fabulous question:"what do chinks do on christmas?....what do your people wyneehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13832968313108007318noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3612419.post-1135233520805322412005-12-22T00:37:00.000-06:002005-12-22T00:38:40.806-06:00you know there's a problem when you call mcdonald's real foodyeah, i just did that. and i have not had a bowel movement in days and days. but then again...see previous posts.at the risk of sounding emotey, i would just like to say i LOVE art, i love music, (esp live), and i love any form of human creativity. ahhh....gives me the tingles. the warm fuzzies, if you will.when gentry plays guitar... wyneehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13832968313108007318noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3612419.post-1135006463163298202005-12-19T09:11:00.001-06:002009-02-17T07:40:39.674-06:00i have not seen sunlight in days, i have not eaten real food in days, and i have not had real, sustained human contact in days. i have been living in moos tower, computer lab. all day i sit in this room below ground with humming computers and waste away, only emerging to either pee or buy edibles from vending machines. note: poo was not on the list of reasons to emerge, as i have been consuming wyneehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13832968313108007318noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3612419.post-1134927104189948982005-12-18T11:31:00.000-06:002005-12-18T16:00:11.333-06:00Staphylococcus aureus and certain coagulase-negative staphylococci produce a viscous extracellular glycoconjugate called slime.i don't know why i found that so amusing. cuz now that it's up, it's not so much. perhaps because i've been studying so much, and i've been completely lacking in any sort of stimulation outside of this textbook.it's finals week, and that means i'm:1. dirty. have not wyneehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13832968313108007318noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3612419.post-1134848700326808912005-12-17T13:40:00.000-06:002006-11-22T12:57:16.931-06:00happy winter solstice!that's right, no more "happy holidays" for me, if i'm going to object to "merry christmas", i might as well be consistent and not say "happy holidays" either, as "holiday" has its origin in "holy day". though i'm sure i'll slip and you'll catch me saying both at some point - they're just things you say.what i did today curled up in the fetal position between bouts of wyneehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13832968313108007318noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3612419.post-1134526970798941902005-12-13T20:19:00.001-06:002009-02-17T07:32:53.919-06:00To MEFrom LarryIn your honor, a gift of a llama has been made, which helps struggling people from around the world become self-reliant for food and income. May this gift bring you joy as it brings hope to a family in need.www.heifer.orgWhoo! kind of exciting to have a llama given in my name.one thing, however, that lessens the coolness a bit is the fancy-pancy card i got. really now, i'd rather wyneehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13832968313108007318noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3612419.post-1133975130056406452005-12-07T10:24:00.000-06:002005-12-07T14:59:30.090-06:00said to me by a very perceptive (or so it would seem) person: "dude, you should just give up"perhaps.wyneehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13832968313108007318noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3612419.post-1133747661528555082005-12-04T19:53:00.000-06:002005-12-04T19:56:17.160-06:00i feel ugly but i know i still turn you onwhat i learned this weekend:1. when it comes to the platitdues game, i always loose.2. overheard from somewhere and modified by me:after hours of thorough calculating and research, i've determined that the conversion factor that journalists/editors use when deciding what to publish is: 4,983 bombed bangladeshians to 1 snipered american.3. playing taboo wyneehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13832968313108007318noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3612419.post-1133206766854739822005-11-28T13:39:00.000-06:002005-11-29T15:00:17.406-06:00"In the old days, if someone had a secret they didn't want to share... you know what they did?" "I Have no idea." "They went up a mountain, found a tree, carved a hole in it, and whispered the secret into the hole. Then they covered it with mud. And leave the secret there forever." "What a pain! I'd just go to get laid." "Not everyone's like you." can't remember what that's from. an old movie, i wyneehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13832968313108007318noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3612419.post-1133203613092639122005-11-28T12:42:00.001-06:002009-02-17T07:45:35.146-06:00i know now that i never want to live in japan. my first impression of tokyo was "shit! it's just a giant sea of concrete!" second impression - black suits...black suits...put those together, and we get - japan is a beehive, and the people are drones.japan is uninspiring.* everybody wears black, everyday. the subways are deathly silent as rows upon rows of people in black suits nod off (why is wyneehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13832968313108007318noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3612419.post-1133150213814433652005-11-27T21:55:00.000-06:002005-11-27T22:51:51.650-06:00it's been a 21 hour day.woke up in japan at 5am, japanese time; and now it's 6 pm central time.i got on the plane in japan at 3pm on sunday the 27th and arrived in minnesota at 2pm on the 27th. i should fly westward more often.tokyo is a beehive,and japs are drones.that's my conclusion. will elaborate later, after sleep.wyneehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13832968313108007318noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3612419.post-1132342962358645522005-11-22T13:41:00.000-06:002005-11-22T12:38:30.020-06:00i need a crash course in japanese. like - learn japanase in 24 hours. well, technically i have 25...but if you count the flight it's more like 36 hours. my jap vocab conisists of, well, practically all the fish names, some random food names and...sayanara, arigato and kuso (which means fuck!)."we're thinking about going to tokyo on wed. can you make the flight if it's at one?"my mom's two wyneehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13832968313108007318noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3612419.post-1132333715698304082005-11-18T10:54:00.000-06:002005-11-18T13:40:51.866-06:00i won't grow up,i don't wanna go to schooljust to learn to be a parrotand recite a silly rule.if growing up meansit would be beneath my dignity to climb a tree,i'll never grow up, never grow up, never grow upnot me!I won't grow up,I don't want to wear a tie.And a serious expressionIn the middle of July.And if it means I must prepareTo shoulder burdens with a worried air,I'll never grow up, never wyneehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13832968313108007318noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3612419.post-1132071080789572002005-11-18T10:10:00.000-06:002005-11-18T10:27:45.286-06:00I went to all my classes today.granted, i only had two. but i still went to all two.why i need to get my own apartment/house whatever, asap:1. i want to be able to eat my weird chink food (like fried pig eyes and skewered capibara - better keep your dog away from me, i might try to eat it), without anybody asking me wtf that is - i can't even eat mexican food without people giving me weird looks.wyneehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13832968313108007318noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3612419.post-1131658944321185942005-11-14T15:28:00.001-06:002009-02-17T08:22:37.140-06:00People That Give Me The Warm Fuzziesby moiYou know that spic in the back of McDonald's - the short, overweight one with the receding hairline and mustache? He's got a daughter back in Mexico studying to be an opthamologist. He and his wife are saving up to buy a house and start a business. In his free time he likes to draw, take walks and learn English with his wife. His wife loves jazz and bookswyneehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13832968313108007318noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3612419.post-1131943943664238172005-11-13T22:48:00.000-06:002005-11-14T00:32:35.963-06:00What happens when a japanese restaurant runs out of rice?Chaos. Utter chaos.We had:13 customers a-complaining12 minutes left11 servers screaming10 people waiting9 rice bowls emptying8 amigos looking7 cooks a-cooking6 waiters improvising5 pho-ones ringing4 babies crying3 managers bitching2 japs scowlingand a sushi chef under the sinkok, so that was a bit of a stretch. but i made it. :)wyneehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13832968313108007318noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3612419.post-1131719228765320812005-11-11T08:17:00.000-06:002005-11-11T08:47:05.200-06:00why oh why must the mystery flavor dum dum pops always be something that nobody eats (ie root beer or chocolate)? i just ate 12 servings of dum dums (that's 36 lollipops, folks; my teeth hurt) - eight of which were mystery flavor. SIX of those were butterscotch and the other two were root beer; numbers that anybody can tell you are as statistically unlikely as me getting a 4.0 this semester. i wyneehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13832968313108007318noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3612419.post-1131383655732455632005-11-09T10:34:00.000-06:002005-11-09T11:10:09.566-06:00today i answer the eternal question - what, exactly is a holla back girl?we know gwen stefani ain't one; it ain't gonna happen like that.good thing there's the Urban Dictionary. the two most recent entries in the good dictionary are as follows: 1. holla back girl l A girl that is willing to be treated like a doormat or booty call. She is a girl that will allow guys to do wyneehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13832968313108007318noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3612419.post-1131122425047410622005-11-07T10:40:00.000-06:002005-11-15T20:26:57.586-06:00Never lose sight of the five W's: wow , wahoo, woopeeee, whee, and whoa (courtesy of Mr. Tom Robbins, the best author ever)i would like to keep with the theme of the title, but i have a feeling this post is going to take a harsh turn. now.these cold, empty nights.how to get rid of the emptiness? do i fill the void with sugar? or do i revel in this abysmal mood? i could talk myself out of it, as wyneehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13832968313108007318noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3612419.post-1130215309679581682005-11-03T23:37:00.000-06:002005-12-07T15:04:36.166-06:00Ode To the Ubiquitous SpicEverywhere I go,there's an amigofrom teriyaki and soy to salsa,they're layin it on thick.if i want curry,i can thank a spic.they're there if i'm in a hurry;if i need it to go,but i always wonder-don't they tire of being calledamigo?that was awful. in so many ways (politically and lyrically being the main ones... :) ).wyneehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13832968313108007318noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3612419.post-1130385424847004682005-10-31T22:55:00.000-06:002005-11-04T17:16:36.103-06:00mike jooones! mike joooanes! mike jooones! who? mike joooones! who? mike joooones! who? mike jones! what? mike jones! mike joooanes! mike joanes! mike jooooooanes!sheeyit, nigga needs to get himself some new lyrics. or just some lyrics, period. though i spose if his songs weren't filled with such affirmations, we'd have no other way of identifying the rapper. and that would be tragic.you know wyneehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13832968313108007318noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3612419.post-1130303515104853362005-10-26T00:02:00.000-05:002005-10-29T09:52:44.176-05:00pick up line of the day- "so, what do you do for a living?"at least it wasn't "how you doin'?" or "baby, you need any cash?" (yes,i was propositioned in downtown minneapolis) or "damn..." (yesterday's). i don't get it. was i supposed to be impressed that he worked three jobs? hm.i'm really tempted to name my snake Soren (after Kierkegaard, of course). haha. and i shall introduce him (her?) as wyneehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13832968313108007318noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3612419.post-1130043651721856552005-10-22T23:57:00.000-05:002005-10-24T01:01:41.933-05:00three things:1. metric! rocks my world!!! (along with pink tambourine men, men that play cow bells, shrimpy men with bug eyes and a band named "the most serene republic")2. i have a snake! it's the most amount of adorable- a little corn snake. yeah, it's not a ball python (which i had to turn down--too big for my little squatter room), but it'll do.3. i have a new friend named bob. or at least, wyneehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13832968313108007318noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3612419.post-1129869047711596162005-10-20T23:12:00.000-05:002005-10-20T23:30:47.716-05:00whenever i see a squirrel burying its acorns, i always want to stop and yell: "ha! i know where you're hiding your food!"i must get away from here. just earlier, i saw myself on an island, and there were:-fifty-six tyrese virgins-ligers-mountains of green tea ice cream, and...oh i won't get started on food but mmm chocolatestrawberriesudonnoodlesseaweedandpork....oh my.wyneehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13832968313108007318noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3612419.post-1129305985516586432005-10-14T10:30:00.000-05:002005-10-21T10:56:09.813-05:00but...it's too beautiful a day to worry about such things.i love fall. nothin like the crisp, clean air...and to celebrate, a poem by Du Fu: wyneehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13832968313108007318noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3612419.post-1129297513921234092005-10-14T08:44:00.000-05:002005-10-14T08:45:13.926-05:00mcat scores....i fail, yet again.wyneehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13832968313108007318noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3612419.post-1129133308869662672005-10-12T10:42:00.000-05:002005-10-12T15:53:34.786-05:00i guess this is take-pleasure-in-small-things week.i really enjoy finding clean socks. especially when i think that i don't have anymore because i'm a total bum and haven't done laundry in....weeks. wheeeee!!!!today's grand conclusion:science is too friggin abstract for me. all these years i've been lying to myself, taking for granted that it's all really logical, but i just had a moment of wyneehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13832968313108007318noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3612419.post-1128721436512040202005-10-07T12:06:00.000-05:002005-10-12T10:40:08.380-05:00i have a teapot that whistles! now i can leave the room and know exactly when my water is boiling.i think i enjoy this fact way too much.wyneehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13832968313108007318noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3612419.post-1128487696731058682005-10-05T01:07:00.000-05:002005-10-05T13:06:29.426-05:00ok, ok i admit iti've been listening to the backstreet boys for the past...unmentionable amount of time. i had forgotten how great pop music can be, what a great release it is to just be able to sing something that sounds pretty. of course, listening to the lyrics or even thinking about what you're singing along to absolutely kills it, but it's fun while it lasts.i went crazy today and sat wyneehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13832968313108007318noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3612419.post-1128363952431586092005-10-03T12:43:00.000-05:002005-10-21T10:50:22.513-05:00in which i admit that the OC is an acceptable showi've figured it out! after sitting through a torturous episode of the OC, i have come to the conclusion that the show's producers really meant for it to be satire. how else to explain the irony, the brilliant (yet oh so sublte) wit, the ingenious critique of human stupidity? it all makes sense now.as for MTV's show Laguna Beach...that's satire of wyneehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13832968313108007318noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3612419.post-1127429168959240422005-09-22T17:23:00.000-05:002005-09-22T18:17:53.043-05:00my microbio prof said something amazing (-ly idiotic) today- he was speaking about bacterial populations reaching their critical limit when he said "i could make an analogy about a certain race of people in this room, but it might offend people....so....i won't say it. heh..." there was a dead silence, followed by nervous laughter and incredulous guffaws.karaoke machines are fun, and so is bikingwyneehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13832968313108007318noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3612419.post-1126762347396375832005-09-15T00:25:00.000-05:002005-09-27T15:56:25.320-05:00i've figured it out! finally. fuck med school, i'm going to become a stuntperson. i got hit today while biking and it was the most exciting thing ever.i have tickets to system of a down/mars volta! and STOMP! and FOOZER! and metric! and death cab! i'm broke!wyneehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13832968313108007318noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3612419.post-1126560219972329902005-09-12T13:37:00.000-05:002005-09-13T22:07:22.876-05:00AGH.the faggot would say i just had a chick moment. i however, don't believe that the thoughts i'm thinking are restricted to members of my sex. though i spose it doesn't need to be this complicated. ah well it happens to the best of us :/the H2O beverage company needs to hire a new PR person. my can of "sparkling water beverage" is apparently "naturally enhanced by other natural flavors". wyneehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13832968313108007318noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3612419.post-1126240156896207492005-09-08T23:18:00.000-05:002005-09-11T16:55:49.000-05:00what's brown, round and crumbles to the touch?a reese's peanut butter ball! in other words, what's left of a reese's miniature when i've finished with one. finally got around to getting my studying on, but only because of the giant bag of chocolate silently cheering me on from the sidelines. my method of eating a reese's is as systematic as my studying is haphazard. first, i peel back the foil wyneehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13832968313108007318noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3612419.post-1126042902109585632005-09-06T16:30:00.000-05:002005-09-10T22:11:09.696-05:00whoa. classes? today?er...moved out. have no money. tired. glad to be out of parents' house.holy shittake mushrooms i have a nauseating amount of stuff.*edit.haha. my entries are getting more and more concise.i'm confused. i have not a clue with what i'm doing. too much to do too much to say too much of everything. but we won't get into that cuz i might loose all control and puke it all out, andwyneehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13832968313108007318noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3612419.post-1125325202085184612005-08-29T09:04:00.000-05:002005-08-29T14:15:18.170-05:00i had an airgasm yesterday.wyneehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13832968313108007318noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3612419.post-1124721271516162062005-08-22T09:03:00.000-05:002005-08-22T09:34:31.523-05:00it's over. i feel liberated, but i'd feel much more so if i was more confident in my performance. oh well. now i can go skydiving.sheeeyit yo, where'd summer go?the world's tallest man (according to Guinness) is chinese.wyneehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13832968313108007318noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3612419.post-1124032917735482212005-08-14T10:20:00.000-05:002005-08-16T08:11:25.286-05:00ONE. MORE. WEEK.i'm getting very good at filling in little ovals. hopefully that won't be the only outcome of all this studying.frantic techno beats accompany me wherever i go.wyneehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13832968313108007318noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3612419.post-1123196170386927062005-08-04T17:36:00.000-05:002005-08-09T09:44:48.606-05:00it's probably a very good thing that i was born in this century and not, oh, say two thousand years ago. considering i'd probably be born into a hunter-gatherer society, i'd be fucked. i can't see two feet in front of me without my glasses/contacts, which means i can't hunt. i can't even fuckin gather! unless somebody took pity on me, i'd starve to death before puberty. or they'd use me as a wyneehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13832968313108007318noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3612419.post-1123194994073223562005-08-04T17:34:00.000-05:002005-08-04T17:36:34.073-05:00ok, so maybe i'm the bitch. shitfuckgodamn.wyneehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13832968313108007318noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3612419.post-1123081906874073892005-08-04T09:54:00.000-05:002005-08-04T17:34:51.336-05:0045.bitch.wyneehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13832968313108007318noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3612419.post-1122943779809145822005-08-03T19:21:00.000-05:002005-08-03T09:51:42.136-05:00Fun ER Quotes Part 2:patient states: "my penis is dripping""you two bitches come over here and wash my clothes!!!""yes or no: because of my back pain i avoid heavy objects around the house.""No. my wife is 300 lbs.""pt incredulous that the birth of this nation is celebrated with pyrotechnics, pt yelling repeatedly "i want to go home" but unable to give address"pt intoxicated and stays in group wyneehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13832968313108007318noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3612419.post-1122865567852438192005-08-01T20:47:00.000-05:002005-07-31T23:21:47.283-05:00i did a lot of cutting, trimming and blowing today. and i'm not referring to hair. or sex (unfortunately) or drugs, for that matter. nope, just your everyday Festucia arundinacea. or maybe not so everyday; there are a lot of grass species in the world - over 10,000, according to google.saw a sign outside a church today that saidDon't want to burn? Use Son block!turrible. i now have this image in wyneehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13832968313108007318noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3612419.post-1122160101323058612005-07-23T17:47:00.000-05:002005-07-31T20:19:21.276-05:00today this pothead came in seeking medical attention, but he wouldn't let us give him anything because he was worried about synthetic chemicals. wanted to ask him - what about that MiracleGro that the weed you're smoking was probably sprayed with? he was so worried about purity (yes, he said it in italics). i sympathize with him, but people loose me when they go to such extremes. and are ignorantwyneehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13832968313108007318noreply@blogger.com0