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Could someone tell me what it means to be the most “highly evolved”?

But why is it that laying on the bed and taking an afternoon nap the way my dog is right now sounds preferable to finding the area of a function under an xyz axis in cylindrical coordinates?

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This morning Jimmy cooked pancakes for me. That was nice of him.

At work my drawer broke $1000, we were that busy. It was pretty kewl. I saw Vikrum at Mrs. Field’s, and he got me some cookies. Working with Dustin is awesome; he’s a tight guy. Except we felt betrayed by Breelee and Leelee since we didn’t get to see a movie with them! Grrr!! Eh, I’m kidding. They owe us both though, just because I said so.

And after work, Sarah the manager asked me all sorts of questions about my college and how I like it. I hope I didn’t pass off as a snob…I wonder if she even had college? It’s hard to tell at work; such a different ballpark than academia. I still have trouble fathoming what different atmospheres the workforce and academic world are.

I hope things are okay with Mandy!

Eh, not much more to report. Grant and I took a walk earlier, that was exciting.

I was supposed to have jury duty tomorrow but it got postponed, so I get a free day off! Whoohoo! I think I’m just going to blow it off for the day it was meant to be–I mean, there’s not much point to asking for a day off just to wait in line.

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Blogger is down right now, so I’ll write an email to myself and then when I check my email tomorrow I’ll remember to post what I’ve written here.

There’s not much to report today. Mom and I went thrift store shopping earlier, and I got some new tops. Breelee and I got to work right next to each other tonight, which was a lot of fun ’cause we got to goof off together (we still prolly made more money than the average person there). Afterwards we all chilled, which was fun. Breelee makes the best cake. Leeann’s house is the best.

Eh, that’s it. Tiredness means a new wave of laziness as well.

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We watched The Pianist just now. You know, I love Roman Polanski. And Adrian Brody really did deserve Best Actor for that this year…BUT (there’s always the but) I was a bit disappointed in the movie. Maybe it’s because for the past six weeks, every single time I would mention, see, or suggest a movie, my brothers would compare it to The Pianist. For example:

Me: Wow, I thought The Matrix was really good!
Joey: Eh, I thought it was mediocre next to The Pianist.
Me: I haven’t seen that movie…
Joey: You should. Everyone should see this movie.

And that is just one example. So yeah, here I am ready to be wowed and to put this movie on my top ten list, and I thought the movie was brilliant, but not quite as brilliant as my brothers say it is. I still think Life is Beautiful is saying a lot more about the Haulocaust and life in general, and that Schindler’s List yielded an all-time preformance by Liam Neeson.

So yes, if you want a catharsis, see The Pianist. If you want to know about being alive, see Life is Beautiful..

Of couse, I must be fair and say that all three of these movies everyone must see (but not all at once, or you might hurt your head).

Let’s see…the district manager at Loew’s, Garret, is in town, and therefore they put me on the cart for work today so they could say to Garret, “And yes, you see here on an average Friday night we make $300 on this little cart….”

Right. I think I’ll ask for double commisions next time they make me do it :D

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blech…enough morbid posts.

Uggh.

But I take from recent comments that some of you want to know about Mike. Last Monday Mike Siemankowski commited suicide. Mike was a good friend to all of us and will be a great loss to our community. He shocked his parents and loved ones, for why would such a sweet, loving young man do such a thing to himself? But we will only remember Mike for his good qualities–his poetry, his music, his art, his love for simple beauty. The way he made us laugh in Ms. Willett’s class, and his rare but inspiring smile.

So long, Mike. It was nice to know you, friend…

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But it is such a beautiful day. The fire is 50 percent contained, Breelee won’t loose her house (we’re pretty sure), my stomach is full of Golden Dragon food.

And Joey is practicing for his guitar lesson. And Jimmy is playing the Matrix.

And I am sitting here thinking how grateful I really am~

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I told Dad not to kill the dying fish…

But he killed it anyway.

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If anyone else is going to Mike Siemankowski’s funeral tomorrow, give me a call ’cause Joey, John, and I are going and we could arrange to meet up beforehand (or callpool). It’s at Adair Funeral Home, and we’re leaving at 10a.

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It was around midnight when I drove home from watching Hollywood Homocide with some friends. Overton Road was as empty as a prime desert, a ghosttown descending in history. It was cold enough so I could drive without the air conditioning, yet only a few hours ago the very thought of driving without air conditioning seemed outrageous.

The desert is a weird place.

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wow, this computer has internet access. I’m at Pima right now and JUST finished taking my test. I think it went okay…I went over it about a million times, which is good. The only real mistake I caught involved a negative sign, and that went just fine. Bleh. It feels good to be out of that exam.

Right now I can only think about how happy I will be to call Bree when this class gets out so I can free my mind for a bit.

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yay enetation works again…no more poseurs!