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Wednesday, March 14, 2007

Randomness

Well, this set of blocks went reasonably well. I got an A in path, a B in pharm, and an unmentionable grade in genetics (which was okay, considering I only read half of the genetics notes (once!) and only went to about half of the lectures. I put it on the back burner this time. You almost have to do that when you're juggling ~23 credit hours' worth of exams.)

Thanks be unto the Lord for all of THAT.

I had a humorous voicemail the other day at the apartment - I had been home for the weekend and was checking my messages on my way back on Sunday, and had three new messages. They were as follows: Christy, Christy, and some woman who was all, "YEAH. So I just wanted to let you KNOW, that I'm having an affair with your HUSBAND, and he can *bleep* so good, and he's mine, so *bleep* you, *BLEEP*!"

Eeek. The problem with that, of course, is that she's talking about my non-existent husband. I felt bad for her, you know, that she mustered up the courage (or maybe drank the courage) to make this confession, and then it gets delivered to the wrong number. That's just too bad. I felt so bad for her that I was going to get her number on my caller ID and call her back to tell her that the joke's on her, I have genital herpes! (KIDDING - I do not have herpes and I wasn't going to tell her that, either.) I was going to tell her that she must be looking for the other Kimberly [insert last name here].

Mom went to Kroger today, and went through this cashier's line who always feels the need to keep up a running commentary on what you're buying. She was buying a baby bottle brush for cleaning hummingbird feeders, and he asked her if she had a daycare. She said no, because - you know, she doesn't have a daycare. He proceeded to tell her that she should volunteer at Kroger's daycare, because they have "grannies" that come in to read to the kids. Poor Mom. Even if she had stark-white hair, a face like Keith Richards and was hobbling on a cane, you STILL don't call a stranger a "grannie". Sheesh.

Coming up next - American Idol Top 12 performance video clips (I'm just about to outsmart my Windows Media Center - but I only half outsmarted it this week - sorry, People Who Performed In The First Half fans) and A Day In My Life, this time with pictures. Wheee!

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