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[21 Dec 2008|09:24pm] |
i've been reading a lot about how to correct your vision naturally. the premise is basically that your eyes are a muscle which weaken in time as you acquiesce to their needs. the longer you wear glasses/contacts on a regular basis, the lazier your eyes get and the worse your prescription.
so... some crazy russian dude named norbekov once wrote this book about exercises you do to re-train your eye muscles. it sounds ridiculous but some of the forums and communities online make it seem really.. really possible? there are huge amounts of people who have attested to these methods.. and not all of them claim perfect vision or instant remedy, but improvement stories are all over the place.
i'm the only person in my family to need corrected vision, and i feel like it's because i've been spoiled with getting all the things my american friends have too.
i'm gonna toss my contacts. i'll wear glasses if i need to drive or see the board but i'm gonna try this crazy hippy self-remedy stuff. i'm so sick of watching my vision deteriorate every year. i'm so sick of contacts sucking the life and moisture of out my eyeballs.
i just want to wake up and see again.
so, if you see me in public and i don't respond just blame it on the glasses.
(really, this is just a great excuse to ignore everyone i know and live in my own separate bubble detached from society. VICTOLY!!)
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[16 Dec 2008|09:22am] |
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this semester was so much fun. really, it was. i live my days knowing this is the best time of my life. and it's going by so fast. where the hell did this semester go, really? it's GONE.
at least finals are over. but with that, comes the first wave of applications to grad schools. 3 down, 5 to go.
today i start packing to move out of my apartment. i'm really devastated about this. i love my abode so, so much. it really grew on me. and now it's gonna be gone. not that i'm complaining. i'm moving next to some of my closest boone friends. and my new roommate is perry. should be.. interesting.
i've been running a lot lately. my feet are not pleased. i've gotten blisters on them in places i didn't even know was possible. good thing is, my pace has gotten pretty good. i'm down to an 8 minute mile and i'll run 2 straight through, and cool down for another 2 or 3 in a slower, steady jog. yesterday my knee sort of crapped out on me, and it's still killing me. i don't know what to do about it. i just want to keep up my running so i don't get de-motivated. i know this isn't a superhuman strength or anything, but from going from one of the most out of shape people i know to almost 5 miles a day feels, kinda good?
and now,
other things that feel good!
-clean bedsheets
-hot tea warming your insides
-sneezing
-massages
-finding letters from long ago
-sticking your hand out the car window for the first time in emerging spring
-peach skin
-knowing the answer in class but watching everyone else make an ass of themselves guessing
-flossing
-living in boone
-receiving a genuine compliment
-baths
-a night of sleep after pulling 2 all-nights
-figuring how to play a song on the accordion
-being held
-... by someone you like..
- and who may actually like you back......
yeap. life's good.
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[10 Dec 2008|02:23pm] |
now!?
this only happens like, 2 or 3 times a year. and it has to be now!?!!
okay, whatever.
anyway........
look at this lovely piece of literature someone posted on my journal. why are weird spammy things emerging in my LJ...
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[04 Dec 2008|01:27pm] |
i am in a computer lab.
and someone smells delicious. or like they just ate something delicious.
either way, i want to eat this person.
so.. life. since break started. hmm. thanks giving went a little something like this:
-hi mom!
-margieeee!
-holy shit an enormous pumpkin!
-.... more sacred feces! 6 gallons of pumpkin puree!
-i have not eaten anything without pumpkin in it for 4 days!
-family members i've never met!
-i'm in philadelphia! (cool!)
-i've been in holiday traffic for 12 hours (not cool!)
-i just got important boss to agree to write my grad school recommendations! (very cool!)
-i'm an an interview at penn and i am sweating balls and feel very small next to all these ivy leaguers! (very uncool..)
-i'm skipping class! (cool!)
-instead i'm taking the GRE and failing it! (not cool!)
-i'm completing 9 applications at once!
-i'm getting rejected by my love interest and then discovering they're not even single!
-i want something i can't really have!
-i don't care!
why is it i'm looking forward to the weekend. i know it only holds more work ahead.
ah yes..... i know...
...beeeer....
(btw happy birthday adrianne!)
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[21 Nov 2008|09:17am] |
it's only 12:30 on a thursday night. barging into your apartment because you dropped a cigarette is legit right?
by the way... what's your name?
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[20 Nov 2008|09:36am] |
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part of me wishes i won't get accepted into any grad school so i can just goof off for a year. waitressing, squatting, traveling, teaching english, anything. just to have an excuse to execute an emergency back-up plan.
in other news,
i was in love once.
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[17 Nov 2008|09:27pm] |
nifty weekend. here's a few excerpts:
friday i went to the sustainable farm and enjoyed the last warm day of the year. i shoveled compost for a couple hours and got to take home marc's concoction of edible weeds and wild greens. these veggies are so tasty, it is unfathomababable. one tastes like wasabi. one tastes like sweet tarts. one tastes like mint. one tastes like spinach. so nom nom. it makes a salad that doesn't need dressing or anything, it's great.
party hopping on friday occurred. it ended up just hopping in and out of one particular party, but whatevs. everyone was ridiculous and all over the place. we also rearranged these letters on the wall that say "happy birthday (someone)" to something really clever, but i was a bit tipsy at the time so i can't retell you how smart we are.
saturday was my last drawing class, and then emily took a bunch of photos of my dreads to celebrate their 5th and give some material for a school proj.
( I POST SOME )
i had a party chez moi on saturday evening, which ended up being a relocate-everyone-from-the-beastalk-show-into-my-apartment party which i'm more or less okay with. the only thing anyone would dance to was the cure but hey, not complainin', just sayin'!
no matter, i finally threw the long-awaited stale tights party.
after unknowingly buying a BULK order of footless tights off of ebay in, oh, 2002 or so; i have had 24 pairs of neon tights from the 70's where the elastic is all stale and the tights are very ill-fitting, since my sophomore year of highschool. (i know)
well, had a themed party for it, complete with men in tights (a la kristen's hot brain) playing in the background, and everyone got to wear a pair of tights, any way they could. tyler and colby made shirts out of theirs, by cutting holes in the crotch (this sounds dirty and painful. i think i'll leave it. muahah). some arm warmers circulated. arm warmers = crotch of tights floating around, so i adorned such a crotch on my head and allowed my dreadies to flow out of the leg holes. ben kevin and will wore tights like real men. alex got creative and wore two pairs, one leg through each, with the other leg of each pair over his adjacent arm.
i guess i should stop explaining this now, none of that makes sense and a visual would likely help, but with a dead cam, i'm just waitin on others for hotlinkage. (ahemahema) haha just kidding k :P
yiss. so anyway the day after, kristen ben and i went to ye olde towne hamme shoppe (pronounced: yee oldie townie hammie shoppie.)
(okay, not really, but we can make believe). i ate a delicious sandwich and discovered my conversion to veganism is strangely working. i found the texture, taste, and consistency of a slice of cheese to be completely unappetizing. weird.
worked, and pretty much had my day brightened!!!! (gush innards all over the internet sequence starts............ NOW)
eric, sule, and galen visited me at work all surprisey-like and brought me a pie to say sorry for not making to my stale tights party. i squirmed under my skin and tried to keep my cool but got paid to gobble delicious pie with three fine men anyway. i love nifty friends.
said nifty friends were at d&e's later. there was a pseudo potluck. derek, kristen, ben, henry, a girl, and kevin were also there. they made ravioli and i brought veggie squishy for all with wasabs and such. oh and henry made the most defuckinlicious butternut squash soup, sweet and spicy.
GREs are this week and i wanna die.
but annie comes to boonies on friday from gboro YAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
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[16 Nov 2008|04:09pm] |
I WAS ON TV!
in case it wasn't completely obvious, i was about to shit myself in fear the whole time i was so nervous.
i also played pretty poorly until the end, but luckily for me, the guy i was up against was most likely a plant, and spent the entire time photosynthesizing the florescent lighting instead of playing the game. so it allowed me to rake in all the prizes. ah, i love nature.
it's kinda long, and there's a lot of ads, so if you don't wanna watch the whole thing, at least, please, just skip ahead to the last round and watch me WIN THE PIEDMONT FEDERAL SUPER SCRAMBLE SUPER STASH OF CASH
well so afterwards, team ME (jacob, kristen, will, derek, rio, mat, and eric) went to Boone Saloon where i spent a third of my PIEDMONT FEDERAL SUPER SCRAMBLE SUPER STASH OF CASH prize on drinks for everyone, in a jubilant celebration of guiness and tacos.
hurrah!
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[08 Nov 2008|01:06pm] |
oh man.
last night?
!!?
ahem,,
wow, boone
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[03 Nov 2008|10:29pm] |
Halloween was fun/inebriating/obnoxious/scary/tiring/joyful/amusing. Every year I try to remember the best costume of the entire night. And this year, I really must say, goes to my roommate and company.
Just a bit of background...
My roommate is a very radical being, something which I like and admire and learn from everyday, but also, very very different from me.
One such difference, is that I have a mane of hair that has not been cut for some 7-odd years (and not combed for 5, at least). My roommate, however, cannot deal with any hair upon head, and thus promptly shaves it off with cream and a razor every few days. And, not the only one I know to do so. Evan and Abby also love being baldies. And the 3 romp and play around Boone in a delightfully bald trio so often, that it is often difficult to tell them apart. Often meaning, all the time. They dress alike, share the same bed together, have the same playful social tendencies. Well, just when you thought they couldn't resemble each other any more.... they go on, and be the Blue Man Group for Halloween.
Here are some photos of them in our apartment after they slathered themselves in goo.
 Evan, Abby, and my lovely roomie Kegan
 Abby, Kegan, Evan. (Evan particularly scares me in this one)
 Evan, Abby, Kegan.
Not only did I witness the transformation from look-alikes to PURE CLONES, I took pictures of them with Abby's camera realizing height was the only way I could really tell them apart.
Well anyway I got to celebrate Halloween twice, because, of course, it's Boone. Thursday I was Snakes on a Plane (to be described and hotlinked later) and Friday I was a dead killer zombie nun (ditto on that). D&E's, Nth gallery, Hippy Hill. All great party places with party peoples.
Oh, and drunk college football fans unleashed onto the streets of Boone just before midnight too. SpooOOOoooOOOoooooOOOOOOooooky.
Emily had a smashing party on Saturday where we actually acted/looked/dined classily.
AAAAANNNNDDDDDDD
(in other news)
< /as I interrupt my own train of thought >
Today Buzz Berry called me back about my application to be on his show and I'm gonna go in for taping next Tuesday!!!!! GAAAAAHHH omg! I'm gonna be on a game show on TV!
It's not that big of a deal but I am very excite.
I have been instructed to gather my available friends to attend the taping and to cheer me on as I pulverize my competition at unscrambling words.
Who's with meh!
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[31 Oct 2008|09:22am] |
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get creeped the freak out.
when kristen would tell me she's had her lj since she was 15, i used to think, "that's so long ago, i wish i kept an lj. i could look back and see how different everything was."
well, okay.
apparently. i have an old lj. which i started when i was 16. and i completely forgot about it.
i read it a lot today.
and man, i was a strange, strange kid.
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[24 Oct 2008|10:11am] |
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but not gonna talk about it.
instead, i'm about to take a giant photo dump all over your computer screen.
oh... wait... here it comes...
and....
( AAAAAGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHH )
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[12 Oct 2008|07:21pm] |
the joy!
i am at work, serving a 9-hour shift where i need to do NOTHING.
kristen reminded me this would be the perfect time to do my epic year-of-un-uploaded-pictures post... but i freakin left my camera at home.
so! i've decided to self-reflect and bask in my own vanity in another form: by means of hearsay.
thinking back, i have been told many times that i "remind [some idiot] of someone", and the top counts usually tally: claire from six feet under, meredith from gray's anatomy, kirtsen dunst, and renee zellweger. granted, the first two actresses i don't know and i've never seen those shows, and the second two are just hideous.
so i thought, why not make my own photopost and remind you of my beauty my means of the intarweb!!1
thus, i bring you:
( CELEBRITY GENEALOGY )
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[08 Oct 2008|09:12am] |
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kevin had a yummah potluck last night, we watched the pres debates and played my favorite game (a to a).
chan's coming to town tomorrow. it looks like i'll have to put my alcohol boycott on hold.
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[06 Oct 2008|09:25pm] |
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although my lj meanderings could possibly involve something other than drinking every night, i will sweep these insightful moments under the rug to exaggerate the significance of alcohol in my boonely lifestyle.
alors!
i will skip the fascinating details and just get to the point.
THIS WEEKEND. as in.. FRIDAY. has taught me some very valuable lessons!
1! do not go to art crawl and attempt to make meaningful conversation with hipster acquaintances about work you could care less about. especially if they're drunker than you. because! A) you'll just end up disliking them more. 2) they just think you're closer as art-pals after all the exchange of word-vomit and follow you around. and 3) trying to look deeply engaged in discourse with a plastic cup of box-wine is not classy, no matter how hard you try/delusional you are.
2! never. ever. EVER. EVER. allow a bottle of this to come within a 4 foot radius of you:
YES it's called joose. as in, moose.. with a j. where i'm supposing the j stands for "JUST DON'T FUCKING DO IT"
this beverage will cause you to:
- sing disney. very. very loud.
- urge you to peer into the windows of sophomore boys' apartments.
- also urge you to chase girls in short skirts. (i know)
- convince you to climb down cliffs of grass.
- make you believe you are a ninja. when, in fact, you are just a drunken idiot.
- start more meaningless conversions with aforementioned artsy hipsters.
- make you sick and wreak havoc on the inner lining of your intestines before 2am.
- steal your backpack.
- force you to go to your saturday morning nude drawing session drunk.
thus, the rest of the weekend involved recovery, movies, drawing, sushi making, and free fud. something i wish i could have bypassed joose for.
NOT
worth it
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[25 Sep 2008|08:23am] |
i have not updated and i should have because my past week or so has been grand. but i will summarize with the tragedy of the night before last.
the eve began after classes, as many eves do. attended a taping of scrambled squares and then to boone saloon with kristen for the first time since its reopening.
belly full of expensive beer, smiles abound, encountering good friends inside, outside, sidewalk. kristen calls forth to the happy crowd "onward! the shop of eternal delectables calls our name!" and we set foot on the treacherous journey towards daylight donuts, an entire half-block away.
outside, the aroma of sugar and dough comes wafting out in waves, weakening our logic and reason like lustful sirens calling out to delusional sailors strung out on cabin fever. the donut siren behind the counter sings the flavors and varieties to-night's case entails: sprinkles! piped filling! old fashion or original! meanwhile, our heads sway, our gazes become vacant, and our wallets open blindly. 80 cents evaporates from our possession each and teleports into the floury palm of the voodoo donut temptress. and empty grin curls upon my face, as she reaches in the florescent glass treasure chest, and presents a tissue-wrapped glob of sugar-glazed sin, to which, i can only murmur, half-consciously, drenched in bewilderment... "for here....."
we perch outside and feast hungrily on our booty (yar!), licking our fingers and coating our mouths with the wax of high fructose corn sprinkles and delight. alas, it is as if my donut has vanished before i even realized, for where has it gone so quickly!?
throwing my tray aside, i begin to salivate; the insatiable hunger has only just begun, and i violently jolt and rotate my torso to eye the window behind me. i careen out of my stool, and lay my body upon the storefront glass, smearing my greasy hands on the fragile thin transparent barrier which separates me and my prey. a cloud of condensation forms where i have pressed my fiery cheek, as i pant in uneven tempo to the rhythm of desire. i beckon for more.... more...... MORE....
and... what do i see?
an ordered gridwork of raw, virgin donuts, sitting innocently on a grate, in neat 3 by 4 rows, contemplating how to best lure in the next vulnerable crowd of drunken college students. my eyes gleam with anticipation. break the glass? use the shards to kill donut temptress and steal them all? to make a daring escape to gorge myself on all-you-can't-eat-but-i-can raw donuts? no... no. just wait. they're not yet ripe, these ones. let them develop, let them bake, let them rise and then be christened with the fine lace of a crusty sugar-crown. for then they will become my holy (hah) princes!
but alas!! my dream is shattered!
lumbering out from behind a stainless steel oven, a grotesque excuse of a man-sealion approaches, lazily patting his soiled apron, yawning, and then stretching his hairy arms above his balding head to reveal yellowy-green pit stains which i can smell just by observing this creature. he scratches his belly, glances around through half-opened eyes, and then spies the dough-babies. my legs quiver, i consider darting around the corner to rescue by prize, but there is a road-block of unsuspecting conversing friends in my way. instead i watch steadily, and can barely believe the terror that follows.
he clasps his grubby paws over the wire of the donut-baby grated throne, and with a dull, apathetic expression on his face, the barbarous dream-crusher submerges the entire crate into a vat of scouring hot oil. the horror makes me wince in disgust; it is so unbearable i can barely watch on. i try to scream but only a wimper comes out. and o! how they writhe! they cling together in a futile attempt to resist the sizzling flesh-frying torture. the mustached sealion beats them apart with a stick, not even showing one ounce of mercy in the last minutes of their tender, young lives. he systematically kills each and every last one in the completion of a sick, sadistic massacre.
the flesh sizzles until there are no more bubbles to escape my dough-babies' skin. now bored, the sealion raises the grate and lifts the corpses out of the death pool and sets them back in place. such disrespectful irony could only be executed by such a sick, sick beast as the sealion.
i rush to tell my fellow comrades of the abomination i have just witnessed, and it is as though they can barely hear me- they are still all drunk on the siren's donut fumes. i shake them by their shoulders and still they are unstirred, like lifeless zombies. my joints buckle, and in panic, i bolt away. i tear through the streets wailing in disbelief and run to eric's apartment, the closest safe harbor i can think of, bursting into his bedroom for an emergency meeting. i must warn him about the flesh-thirsty sealion!
i can barely collect my thoughts from the shock, and i manage to squeeze out a few words between deep breaths and heaved gesticulations to describe the scene. eric rolls his head toward my direction, gets up, and steadily puts his hands on my shoulders. without reacting to my panic, he calmly picks up a guitar and says in a low, soothing voice, "cassie, i'm going to sing you a song. it's called the truth about donuts."
i didn't listen for long. the song was out of tune and nowhere near pleasant. between fumbled chords and eric's cracking voice i couldn't make sense of it. i left his room mid-song to find my friends once again, sobering up from the donut effect in the living room. they begin to observe as my own disbelief transform into an epiphany. i realize:
donuts, my sweet succulent savory love for donuts, has been a lie my whole life.
donuts, my friends, are fried.
FRIED.
sorrow ensues, and kristen takes me under her arm and makes me feel better by reminiscing about tubgirl, goatse, and wtftit dot jpeg on derek's computer. exhausted, we head home. i lay my head on my pillow and drift into a tearful sleep, knowing...
i can never eat donuts again.
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[14 Sep 2008|03:11pm] |
eric came to the sustainable farm on friday. first we dug up some potatoes. and then we had to dig up rooted grass to make beds, and i had a lot of fun jumping up and down on a shovel and hoeing the bajesus out of all the soil. i think i went too aggressive though, as my legs are still sore.
we then made pizza and jacob and john came over to help consume. ben wandered in on us even though i had just dropped him off at the bus stop going to raleigh but.. whatev. i likes da benniez. i wandered around for an hour and visited kristen, who later joined us with kevin and sommer back at the 'ric's.
saturday i woke up early to go to the farmer's market and do a portion of my agro project. i saw griffin... much hugging ensued and i did not want to let go. i really liked the market. the mountains do hokey shit like that so much better than raleigh.
then i went to a drawing workshop at 10am with chan's old professor, tim ford. this girl from usas (who i think her name is anna/hannah) modeled. i thought it'd be awkward once she got nekkid but all was very natural. everyone there was old ladies except me, i was the only student. i went completely off assignment and just drew the same pose over and over to try to do this "gesture" thing. i wish i could view things like an artist. i feel like i want to be really creative, but i'm just bad at it, hah. i really like tim though, he's so helpful, and very funny.
later kristen, ben, and i went to banner elk for no apparent reason and then to a scottish shop so kristen could get this part for her bagpipes, where i drooled over delicious looking foreign candy and shortbread biscuits but pried my eyes away. these old people asked kristen if she plays in a band, and, not realizing they meant a piping band, she pointed to me and ben in affirmation. and then we confused them by explaining it's a.... bagpipe/sitar/accordion band. ahem.
upon returning to boone ben and i played sitar and accordion, respectively, and then we took claire over to kristen's mom's house where she was canning home made salsa. we explored her backyard creek and i laid in a hammock and read some thoreau. we then ate tacos and rice krispie treats and ben said the work "kittiez" a lot.
as the day did not have enough idiocy in it, we decided to get thoroughly trashed in a parking lot while playing never-have-i-ever and go to this party where we didn't really know who was hosting it, but there was a keg and a certifiably insane person named tyler (and yes, this is another insane tyler). eric kept trying to kiss me so i proceeded to get the most sweaty and disgusting i have ever been in my whole life as boy-repellent. i danced a lot and got really hyper, but that's always the time of the night where someone taps me on the shoulder and says, "uh, i think it's time to go...?" i hate that! it's probably for the better. i remember being really, really, really inappropriate.
i dropped ben and kristen off at home and pulled up to my building, where, at that same moment, these two hitchers were trying to get a ride somewhere, and when i got home, they got all excited because they thought i was pulling over for them. i thought the situation was kinda funny, so i gave them a ride home anyway to app heights apartments which turned out to be farther than i had expected. poor guys, imagine if they had to walk that... their names were paul and harry. they invited me to hang for a bit and they had a few cigarettes and then i left. i'll probably never see them again but it was amusing.
i got home and talked to teddy from cmu for a random 4am phone call. inside, kegan had cleaned the kitchen spotless. it looks so nice, kegan is the best.
i couldn't sleep past 8 this morning which kind of sucked, but i don't feel too tired. i'm at work now, doing nothing, as usual, and apparently afterwards i'm supposed to dread bryan prusiensky's hair. part of me wants to because i like dreads. but this means i'll have to touch bryan for hours on end. i kind of wanted to go back home to do my share of some apartment cleaning. we'll see if i can come up with an excuse to back out before then.
feck and i wanted to go swimming today too, before it gets too cold. midweek swim, anyone?
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[12 Sep 2008|08:18am] |
i went to a party on hippie hill last night. it was a surprise birthday/christmas theme. very loud, lots of people, the police came. typical. but just when i thought i was sick of hippie hill.... they start giving out GIFTBAGS at parties
i stole two, har! they were a little weird. inside was:
-kids dino sunglasses
-nerds
-lemonheads
-bazooka joe gum
-fake dollar bills
-post-it notes
-bandaids
-sweetarts
-jaw breakers
-1-a-day multivitamins, and lots
-lollipops
-suckers
-pixie stix
-plastic dinosaurs
-toy airplane
-tums
-a monostat pill!?!?
-2 small yellow pills with "v" written on one side and "121" on the other (any ideas?)
-warheads
-smarties
candy store meets pharmacy, i guess.
last night i think i was also hit upon, but being a complete idiot i didn't realize it til... now.
thus, i eat candy for breakfast. yom.
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