Ha! This site is really funny.

Go do the ESP Experiment, where Clifford Pickover READS YOUR MIND THROUGH THE COMPUTER!!!

Then go here to laugh about it.

I wonder if I'll get sued....

Googlism! The latest craze that's sweeping the nation!

It does a search on google for your name and... something, and gives you a wacky list describing you! (Warning: some of these links list quotes were obviously pulled off of porn sites)

Some highlights for wendy:

wendy is an asian elephant and was born on a logging camp in thailand
wendy is the voice of the nerdy guys and an expert at using and creating software tips
wendy is not for you
wendy is provided after you sign up and receive your pin
wendy is trendy <=Yes, that is my new slogan.
wendy is staring at me
wendy is a cute evil genius
wendy is not a dolphin

friends! Friends are fun.
ayako is beating me over the head with a large mallet
willy is then shocked back to reality and he laments how many people he meets just do not like him very much
jeff is a cheater and is gay
joel is visited by a man in a devil suit who demands candy
caron is a monster

and, I don't know her that well, but Dorothy has some great hits, though most are about the Wizard of Oz...
dorothy is supposed to resemble human beings only in appearance
dorothy is a big green dinosaur with yellow spots
dorothy is a crazy psycho

Family!
sarah is good for soup
jenny is queen of earth
nancy is about as spritual as a toaster

I could go on for hours. But I won't. Such fun, though! :D

yay.

From sugar.

Oh, I forgot to mention. I got all the way to Jeff's place over in ... wherever the hell that area is, Lawrenceville, I think. I swear, every 2 blocks there's a different friggin municipality. Anyway, I drove over there, at night, by myself, and parked, and everything. All good. So proud. *blush* On my way home, I did a bajillion point turn to get back on to Butler Street, drove up to Foodland and crossed the Bloomfield bridge. Halfway across I realized I should get into the left lane so I could get on Craig St., and that's when I realized that my driver's side mirror was still folded in towards the car, from when I had parked at Jeff's. I had to 'roll' (what the hell do you call it when you push the little button and the window comes down? It's not rolling, but I don't know what it is) the window down and flip out the mirror while going 35 across a concrete bridge. Dumbass. Luckily there was no one around.

Is it weird that I talk to my car? Is it weird that I named her Leeloo? Is it weird that I refer to my car in gender-specific pronouns? I don't think it is, but I feel a little weird when I comfort her after making mistakes. I hope people think I'm singing along, or talking on a hands-free or something.

(Jamie) Did I just say hands-free? Ugh, *really*, as if I'm on a first-name basis with the latest technology. Please. (/Jamie)

Awww... I was looking at Harry Potter for showtimes this weekend, and I found out about this. So sad!

Jeff and I watched HP1 this past Wednesday over at his place. Nice apartment, great furniture. We're trying to see HP2 this Saturday, but the nearest theatre showing it is the Loew's at Homestead. Yech.

Tons busy. Working on this, this, and the Panther Hollow Lake exhibit next month. Can't believe I'm graduating. Haven't even finished my portfolio. Where will I live? What will I do? How will I SURVIVE?!

By the way, Aya found a permanent nest in San Francisco, right on the beach! Holy crap am I jealous. I wonder if I should do the same thing and just move out there and pay her rent to sleep on her couch, and then try my hardest to steal her future jobs. Yeah. She'd love that.

I made yuppie food today. Actually, vegan yuppie food.

What, you may ask, is vegan yuppie food?

Fancy cheese and crackers. Classic yuppie food. Must include overpriced mustard and some sort of meat that you'd get in a gift basket. Vegan yuppie food is all that, but with the magic goodness of SOY.

Crackers with fake cheddar, a smear of Grey Poupon Dijon mustard (the kind where you can see the seeds, not that creamy yellow crap), with a slice of Boca smoked sausage to top it off. I was tempted to complement it with the wine I bought months ago but never opened, but I thought that 1 o'clock on a Sunday afternoon was a bit much. So I contented myself with apple cider.

That, coupled with my newfound tendency to yell and curse at stupid drivers in front of me, convinces me that I am, in fact, my father's daughter.

And, AND, I can barely contain my excitement. One week until Hogwarts is back in session. I am way too into this stuff. It's a little bit sobering, as always, because I distinctly recall driving to the movies at the Aboretum with my mom and dad last fall to catch the first one.

Don't go here, unless you want to become gay.

(Note! This does include sound, so if you're in a public place, like work, turn it down or put on your headphones. Or wait till you get home and you're not on the company dime, you slackass.)

Good horoscope just arrived for tomorrow. I don't know if it'll actually be relevant (I severely doubt it, they rarely are), but it's good advice regardless:

"You may find that family just doesn't understand what you're doing with your life. Don't explain your actions. Remember you are the only one who can make yourself happy."

Anyway, it's better than that day when I got a blank horoscope. I was afraid it was an omen of death.

I'm debating whether or not to go to Joel's birthday party tonight... I'm thinking no, because I'm pretty frickin' tired. I got about 5 hours of sleep last night, which isn't bad but is still less than normal. Plus I spent 3+ hours walking to and from Schenley Park and helping plant trees, cut up brush and pull vines off of bushes. I'm beat. I think I'll go home and nap or something. Weeooo.

Oh, check out Jeff's new page! I especially love the flash part. Yay interaction!

Woohoo! Go green design @ cmu.

My car arrived this morning! Mom and Sarah stopped by, dropped off stuff and money, peed, took a tour of my house, and left in mom's new convertible (which looks very nice, by the way. It's much more blue than purple. The trunk is laughingly small.)

Mom was sure to tell me emphatically that I should not drive any more than I have to. At the time, I'm like, 'Yeah, I know, but still, now I can go places! By myself! Woohoo!'

However, now I have to go get my parking permit from the Parking Authority downtown. I got driving directions on Yahoo and realized:
a) I have very little driving experience, period.
b) I have no idea where anything is in Pittsburgh.
c) I have only driven by myself twice.
d) Pittsburgh streets are old, narrow, badly paved, horribly designed, and give you pretty much no sight distance or acceleration lane when entering highways (or 'boulevards' which are actually highways).
e) I have no money for parking, and am I to expect that the Parking Authority will have free parking downtown?

So, frightened little coward that I am, I'm going to go wait down in the cold for the 61 A, B, or C to truck my juvenile ass downtown to get a parking permit for my very first car, which I am too scared to drive anywhere.

Speaking of frightening, good design party last night. No, not the social-activity one, where people talk and dance and drink and all that stuff. The one with the pinata, and the pumpkin painting, and the scary dessert contest, sponsored by the Student Design Forum. In a flash of brilliance I came up with a costume - an artist. I used my old paint smock from this summer, smeared some acrylic on my face and hands, put a paper towel in the loop of my jeans, and carried around a pallette and paintbrush. Voila. However, any pride I may have felt at the last-minute, low-cost creation of a decent costume vanished over a course of 4 of the stupidest hours of my life spent in the woodshop. I realized I have no idea how to build things. I don't know the best way to do anything, and I choose the most complicated route first, screw everything up with incorrect measurements or bad craft, waste lots of people's time trying to help me, waste lots of materials that don't end up working, and then realize the easy, simple way to do everything I needed to do, but not before the shop is closed and my time has been completely wasted. I usually end up becoming injured in the process.

I think I'm better at ideas, and planning, and other non-physical things. I should not be allowed near power tools. Or large machinery, I suppose, since the thought of driving for 20 minutes leaves me quivering in fear. It sucks being stupid. I wish there were drugs for confidence and competence in different areas... even if they were temporary, and you could only take them during certain times. That would be nice. That would help a lot, I think. Oi.

I guess it's only fair. I'm good at stuff like reading comprehension and writing, and taking tests. Still, it'd be nice to be good at, you know, my major. I don't want to be an English student for the rest of my life. I want to be a designer! *sniff*