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12.21.2005

back by popular demand

Airplane trips, catching up with the folks, long-awaited mattresses with springs, hundreds of miles of Texas road, amazing friends that I have missed greatly, and other such things have been consuming my existence for more than a week and a half now. I have been left with little time to process things and even less time to write about them. I hope to have a real post up this weekend, but for now I will leave you with a little holiday fun. Here are a few of my favorite lines from my favorite Christmas movies. Feel free to comment and leave some of your own favorites. Enjoy!

A Christmas Story
"Oooh fuuudge!"
Only I didn't say "Fudge." I said THE word, the big one, the queen-mother of dirty words, the "F-dash-dash-dash" word!

A Charlie Brown Christmas
Lucy: I know how you feel about all this Christmas business, getting depressed and all that. It happens to me every year. I never get what I really want. I always get a lot of stupid toys or a bicycle or clothes or something like that.
Charlie Brown: What is it you want?
Lucy: Real estate

Elf
- You like sugar, huh?
- Is there sugar in syrup?
- Yes.
- Then YES!

12.03.2005

it's that time again

Now that I have returned to the world of academia, I am once again subject to the strange phenomenon that occurs each session during finals. This unusual affliction alters the course of everyday life, and compels a person to commit otherwise unthinkable acts. While I am unable to find reliable empirical research on this disorder, I am able to detail some of the behavior that one may experience.
  • Subjects are often overcome by an overwhelming desire to clean. This can manifest itself in numerous ways, including vacuuming, dusting, and scrubbing every inch of a bathroom that is normally ignored.
  • Organization becomes of high importance, especially seen in the desire to alphabetize collections, such as books and CDs.
  • Many people experience a desire to cook elaborate meals or bake large amounts of desserts.
  • Evidence has shown that some people develop a consuming fascination with his or her own face, resulting in prolonged periods of staring in the mirror.
  • Sleeping patterns become erratic, characterized by avoidance of nocturnal sleep and/or excessive daytime napping.
  • Subjects may develop an urge to take up old hobbies, such as knitting, painting, or learning to play the guitar.
  • Often times those afflicted become rather existential, contemplating the meaning and purpose of life.

There is no known cure or method of treatment for this malady; however, the termination of symptoms seems to have a direct correlation with the culmination of exams. If you encounter a person exhibiting any of these symptoms, confrontation is usually fruitless considering rationalization skills seem to be heightened. If anything you should merely sit back and enjoy the spoils of a clean bathroom, large quantities of baked goods, and an updated blog.