look! over there! behind you!

morning headline on reuters:
bush accepts blame for african uranium charge.
morning headline on cnn:
al qaeda operative was source of hijack warning.

no mention on cnn of the state of the union flap and bush accepting blame, though they did report on his stand on marriage being only for heteros.
three cheers for balanced reporting.

yes, virginia, google is a gift from god

and God knew that there had to be a better way to do things. and He said, "let there be internet." and there was the internet, and God looked on it and saw that it was good. and then God went surfing.

(no subject)

saw the rotk trailer.
god, it's going to be good.
and december is so far away... =(

the score

hours in the cleanroom (so far): 5
number of things i've dropped:20something
number that have been lost down holes in the floor:3
number of attempts with the damn uv adhesive:5
objectives accomplished:0

tis not going well.

revelations

there is jello at sainsbury's victoria st. three different kinds, in fact. sorry about the sarcasm, but i think the average wawa has more than 3 kinds of jello. anyway, the fact that there was so little of it and that the packaging, though the same size, was completely different is probably why i overlooked it before. subcounsciously i was still looking for the box that looked like jello.jello here comes in a weird condensed form. very wierd.

i do more when completely exhausted than i do when well-rested. (i don't get it either.)
i am going to detest myself in the morning for having stayed up so late. but at least there will be banana muffins.

i MUST have some sign on my butt that is invisible to me but visible to every idiot male at the ulu pool: swim in my lane! even though i can totally hand you your ass! get in my way, please! that's the only possible explanation. i skipped the fast lane deliberately because there were already 5 other people in it, 4 of which were guys who swam much slower than i do, and i didn't want that kind of aggravation. so i went to the next lane, which had 2 other people in it. then suddenly there was a sudden influx of slow male swimmers into my lane. i was severely annoyed. i realize i'm not impaired by excess testosterone, but honestly guys, why? why would you choose to swim in a lane with someone (a girl half your size) who obviously can swim twice your pace and is doing so? please explain this. there was another non-fast lane for them to invade. there was the fast lane. why did my lane allll the way on the far side of the pool become the most crowded? (and better question, why do guys feel the need to try to swim butterfly when they obvious CAN'T?)

anyway. enough revelations and ranting. i need to take a shower and rid myself of the chlorine stink (was too lazy to carry shampoo and body wash on a round trip to ral before going to the pool. also discovered at the pool that i was too tired this morning to remember to put a towel in my bag...thank good for the chamois i keep in my bookbag.)
and then i need sleep. the alarm goes off at 6 again tomorrow...tgif.

on second thought...

screw the shower. i'm too tired to stand up.
i'm almost too tired to walk downstairs and bring my radio (alarm!) back up...
i'll live if i smell like chlorine one night.
my sheets need to be washed anyway.
and my hair is too dark to turn green that quick.