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TOMORROW, I will do the personality quizzes!  Needle in the eye!  Swears!

I would’ve have done it this weekend (seriously) but instead I was busy finishing up my current classes, meaning this term is over, and my next papers aren’t due until NEXT term’s classes’ first due date, which is not until DUN DUN DUNNNNN…27 April.  WHICH MEANS, I have OVER A MONTH BREAK FROM SCHOOL.  Giddiness!

Anyhow, some random observations:

Today on the radio the dj or host or reporter–whatever–was talking about Mt. Redoubt erupting.  She said that it “Injected ash into the atmosphere explosively.”  That struck me ENORMOUSLY funny for some reason, I mean, could she not have just said it erupted?  That it blew ash into the sky?  Or even that it explosively injected ash into the atmosphere, had she felt determined to use those particular words?  Scratch that.  When you are talking about an ERUPTING VOLCANO, explosiveness IS A GIVEN.  Nobody will think it weakly injected ash into the atmosphere.  And injected?  Really?  INJECTED?  Was the sky inoculated with ash?  AGH.  I hated that whole sentence.  I know I said it struck me funny, but in retrospect I don’t think I meant “funny ha-ha” as much as “funny that is a really clunky and awful sentence for a journalist”.

Also funny, was the ad I found while looking at the yardsale website for our base.  An individual placed the following ad:  

25 cans of stage 2 baby meat

my daughter refuses to eat it, so please take them! 
check out my other items as well….very cheap items!

Well, of COURSE her daughter refuses to eat it.  It’s BABY MEAT!  

Funny AGAIN, was the level of shit scared out of me by the phone that had it’s ring tone programmed as “Yeah.  Did you get that memo?”  Not frightening in the least unless you are walking out of a dark, empty, and silent office.  Then it’s frightening. 

Not funny, but completely disgusting was the USED and DISCARDED band-aid on the counter in the restroom at work.  JESUS GOD, people, GROSS. Band-aids are completely vomit-inducing to me, to the point of I won’t even use them unless I, like, have gangrene.  Bleh.  And USED band-aids? Just laying around?  What the FUCK, that FREAKS ME OUT.  If I ever meet you in person, unless you just amputated your finger like, three seconds ago, please do not try to shake my hand while wearing a band-aid.  I will try to not think about it but secretly I will be faking it if I act excited to see you, because really I will just be hoping your band-aid doesn’t touch me.  

And no, I don’t know why.

Tschuss!!