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Here's a fun exercise!

1. Go to the nearest mirror.
2. Look at your reflection for one minute.
3. Get a pen and a piece of paper.
4. Write down your birth year and subtract it from 2010. The total your be your current age.
5. Go back to the mirror and look at your reflection. Only this time repeat your age to yourself 10 times out loud.

Repeat as needed.

Here at BW Studios we are equal opportunity discriminators. Any incessant implication will result in personal retaliation. We would also like to remind you that any information; hearsay, verbatim, etc, is not always on a need to know basis. In other words, ***** *****, KEEP YOUR DAMN MOUTH SHUT.

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Random post numero dos:



In a previous post I mentioned that Titanic is one of my favorite movies of all time. Lately I've been in a Titanic mood and I think I've finally figured out why I love it so much (besides Leo), the story line reminds me of my parents. My mom came from a well to do family and gave up everything when she married my dad against her parents' consent. It was all or nothing for her, and they made it work. They got married after physically meeting each other 3 days prior to the wedding, and only keeping in touch with letters before hand. You can't argue with 27 years of marriage and counting! Stories like this give help boost what little faith I have left in humanity.

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Stress is one of the horrible traits I have. Learning to relax and practice the art of not panicking is definitely something I need to work on. Amidst my numerous panic attacks, I finally saw my advisor and received my class list. I have it all set out, but for some reason I process my list. It keeps telling me that I can't register at the moment, but my list is saved. Next semester is going to be art filled once again, and for sure I'm going to be BROKE! Lord help me! At least I got the most tedious part over with. It turns out that I took the wrong non lab science, so I have to take another one to complete that requirement. I would like to take another Spanish class, but it conflicts with my schedule. I guess I'm going to have to relearn on my own. I just had a pleasant conversation with mi madre about my major, and she was still under the impression that I was double majoring. I told her that Towson sucks and won't let me double major in art, it has to be art history or art education. I'm considering adding art history, but that would probably delay my graduation status. After the fall I should be on my final semester, so I don't think I want to delay graduating any more than I have. Mom kept arguing that I should've stuck with graphic design, but I told her about the process one must go through to declare the graphic design major. You have to go through a screening process and take a test. You're only allowed two chanced and if you fail you'll have to change majors. My first love is photography and my goal is to be a photojournalist. With that said, I'll most likely have to go to grad school. Speaking of...*NOTE TO SELF: Ask Dawn about advisor friend who's also a photojournalist.* Dawn told me one of her friends at MC went to grad school for photojournalism, and told me about the places she got to travel to for her projects. It sounds so exciting and I hope she can help me out. In the mean time I could also go to MC and take more graphic design courses to save money. Who's to say that I won't take anymore graphic design classes at Towson? It does apply to my major and there's a required graphics course already. When I am able to hit the "enroll" button, my schedule will be freakin' sweet. No classes on Fridays once again. I was aiming for a Mon-Tues schedule, but some classes made it impossible to do so. Needless to say all is well in the world.

I got my womens studies midterm back, and I got an 87%. If I hadn't panicked on some of the answers I would've gotten a 90. If I had gotten the dreaded question number 2, I would've gotten that A. Oh well, not back for the midterm. Plus professor Rio is a hard ass when it comes to grading, so I have to say that I'm really proud of myself. After class I hung out with Angel and Mike. We spoke of Hello Kitty's impending birthday in June, and the endless array of interventions needed for people we know. Mike thinks that we should have a Hello Kitty themed party for Hello Kitty, because he thinks it messed up. He hasn't been around us as much, so he doesn't understand our thought processes around birthdays. He also thought it was screwed up how we made custom shirts and a custom cake for Manboy's birthday. He'll learn. Hello Kitty's expecting this to happen for his birthday, and he's welcoming it with open arms. What he doesn't know is where the location of the party. BUAHAHAHAHA! He's also under the impression that his birthday will be centered around the drag picture. It's part of it, but he doesn't know what else we have planned. We invaded Ben and Jerry's for the free scoop day and ventured over to Regal just to hang out in the arcade. The ticket person kept watching us like a hawk thinking that we were going to theater hop. Um, no. We said we just wanted to hang out in the arcade area and that's what we did. Angel and I took an updated photo booth picture. For once we didn't have ten million people trying to squeeze in there with us, and the pictures are really cute.

Given my stress this semester to stay on top of things, I have to say that life is good.

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I'm in a random mood, so this calls for a random post. According to dog years, Maxx is exactly the same age as I am. If you know my birthday, you should know how old I am.

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Man...that was some hardcore food poisoning I experienced this morning. I ate a bowl of soup for breakfast and proceeded to do homework and study for midterms. Shortly after breakfast, I started feeling stomach pangs. That upgraded to violent stomach pains. I had the longest drive to the gas station that's two minutes up the street. Ginger Ale didn't help. As soon as I pulled up to my driveway, I thought I had to let out an epic burp. Nope. I closed the garage, ran into my bathroom and threw up like Regan did in the Exorcist. I decided that I couldn't do my homework and took a nap. My stomach still has occasional pangs, but it's getting better. I'm thinking that the soup had some meat related substance in it, because I've never reacted to anything this bad before. The last time I did was in Guam when I accidentally consumed meat gravy. I spent the night having a good time hugging the toilet. Either that, or the soup was just bad. Anyways, enough of that.

Spring break is next week. Crap. I can't believe how fast this semester is flying by. It's subsequently drama free and I love it. It's extra busy, but it beats being pulled into something against my will. It's 1:44 am and I'm still studying and doing homework. Awesome. Midterms are this week and I'm clearly not ready. I already know what's going to be on the tests, but I'm still freaking out as always. I can't wait to have this week off, even though it'll be spent working and doing projects. Enough procrastinating, all of this is mindless insomniac chatter. Time to focus before I crash on the kitchen table.