when i was really, really young...like maybe 5 or 6? I watched this nature special on television with my grandma. it was about animals that got drunk off of fermented fruit. i laughed so hard i still, to this day, sometimes think about the nature special.

well....it's on youtube. this is just a small segment:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ypXJaLQXKQk



also, here are a couple links, courtesy of ryan rexroth (warning: they involve people and/or animals vomiting)


swedish gameshow host vomits live on air:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=x02PqtMgBBA



and...this...

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=X8iztY-U9lQ&feature=related


in case you're wondering, i'm a very sophisticated and ladylike person.

Google keeps putting this journal on its list of searchable websites when you type in my name.

I do not like that, as this thing is highly unprofessional, largely unproofread and unedited and also really, really boring.

This is not a blog blog. This was created back in 2002 to keep in touch with far-away friends. And it works swimmingly to that ideal.

I have kept it public because I know there are people who read it who don't have a livejournal account. And I think that's sort of neat.

But the time has come to friends-only the entries.

That sucks. And is stupid. But whatever. I'm really eloquent.

if you read this and have an LJ account thingy and want to be added, just let me know.

PS, Barzelay was mentioned in Gee's speech too. I didn't mention it in the other entry because he's not graduating! I AM! me me me!

You can read the blurb from Gee's speech in Barzelay's livejournal, here!

He's the one who spoofed the whole "Gee Is Dead" thing in case you forgot/didn't know.

I graduated.

I now possess the most expensive piece of paper I will hopefully ever have to buy.

Chancellor Gee mentioned me in his speech to the graduating class. This is the highlight of my life. Then, when I walked across the stage, he hugged me and said "You're one of the finest human beings I've ever met." Yes, yes I am. Somebody finally noticed!

Waking up early was not a problem. I zipped out of bed at 7:30am but by 3pm, I felt like death. I went to my room and flopped on the bed and just now woke up at 5:33. In an hour and a half I will get dinner. Then I will come back and hang out with friends. Then tomorrow I will wake up early AGAIN and move out of my cute little dorm room, out of McGill. Gone are the days of communal pooping.

Leaving McGill will be sad, but to be honest, I'm sick of meeting new people in the dorm. If I stayed another semester, I don't think I could put forth the effort to befriend the new sophomores. So it's probably best that I take my leave now. Perhaps they'll tell stories about me, but then again, perhaps not.

I am not excited. I am not scared. I am not any sort fo emotion. I am just stressed. I do not like graduation, I do not lke forced family gatherings, I do not like packing, and I especially don't like sound checks at 6:50am.

I got my hair done today. It looks exactly the same except 2 inches shorter. Woo.

Now I will go change clothes and find friends and go to the "Senior Send Off" where Chancellor Gee will give me my very own copy of Dr. Seuss's "Oh, The Places You'll Go!"

Sooo...Sarratt won't let me in to do my radio show.

After running around the entire building twice, calling the various numbers at the station, Laura's cell phone, etc. I gave up.

Instead, I returned to my room, sat down and addressed the last remaining graduation announcements. I discovered that I don't have my Great Aunt Helen's zip code. oops. I could look it up on the internet...and I will. But right now I'm going to say "Bleh!" and play Bejeweled.

Josh and Michael called and said "why aren't you on my radio?" Hurray for them :o)

Earlier today, Brian showed me his new apartment. It's super sultry and all classy-like. It has hard wood floors and shiny new appliances and hip new light fixtures. I didn't know light fixtures could be hip, but they are. Brian and Ryan are going to be my best friends for the summer. Well, at least on the weekends.

Ryan's room is smaller than the corner dorm rooms in McGill - the one I had sophomore year. Hehehe.

this is my last night to do something with people before all of our parents show up. but i have radio from 6-8 (which is exciting and a good time slot for the rest of the summer, but not for today) and then i wanted to hang out with megan and marc on her show, 12-2. so i don't know how much time i have free tonight.

my dad bought a horse. in case i didn't mention it here. it's a polo pony from Florida. He's moving it to Nashville. This is not so absurd for my family; I started riding at age 6 and only stopped when I came to college. My dad used to play polo, but not the fancy kind of polo. Now apparently he wants to play the fancy kind. I dunno.

Anyway. The point of this message is that he's moving the horse to Nashville, but it will arrive when he is out of town on a business trip. Cynthia will be in town, but she knows zilch about horses. So apparently I'm supposed to exercise it for 2 or 3 weeks until it returns? I'm not so comfortable with the idea of getting on a horse I don't know when no one who DOES know it is around. or no one who knows me (since i'd be at a barn i'd never before visited). Also, I have no idea where the hell my riding boots, pants, etc. are....and i'd probably want my helmet again. i haven't ridden in a helmet since I was about 14. anyway. the moral of the story is that my father is fucking ridiculous.

I'm excited to ride again this summer...but it's a damn polo pony. polo ponies are useless. they don't DO anything except trot and canter and look funny because their manes are shaved.

The horse's name is Sultan. I approve of that name.

Maybe if I'm in Nashville next year, I will hire myself out as an exerciser (really rich people pay not-so-rich people to ride their horses for them when they're too busy).

I don't know how to play polo. I tried once when I was little (ie, 10 or 11) but didn't like it. Maybe I will try again.

I like Erin.
I like Megan.
I like everyone else, too, but Erin and Megan stay up with me until almost 4am.
Erin and I had a nice long talk about the entire universe and our place in it.
Then Megan came out and we talked about books, the war in Iraq, our educational backgrounds and company expense accounts.
We so smrt.

I finished Agatha Christie. I guessed the ending. Boo! But the book was still fun.

PS, Marc crosses his legs like a girl.

I can't believe Ross died!

I'm supposed to go to my dad's this evening and clean a bathroom.

...I haven't lived there since last August.

Clean your own fucking bathroom, fat man!