I believe in good fortune and destiny




Remember a few posts ago when I asked the blog gods to make the semester end and to put lots of money in my checking account? While they didn't answer the part about making the semester end faster (only time can do that), I did get a rather definitive response on the money front:



In the mail today were two envelopes, one with a $5 Shell gas gift card, one with a financial aid letter telling me I have been awarded the FUCKING HOPE SCHOLARSHIP for this school year. For those of you who are not familiar with Hope, this means that my tuition and fees are paid for. And I don't have to pay it back. Ever. Cause it's a goddamn scholarship, yo. This also means that the private loan I took out on top of my regular Staffords is no longer needed; the funds have been returned to the lender and I won't have to worry about accruing crazy interest while I finish up school. Hott damn! (*does a little happy squirm and giggle*)



Special thanks to Patrick for encouraging me to apply for Hope even though I thought I didn't qualify. You rule!

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Final Project



The photos at left are a little teaser for the final project I'm working on for one of my classes this semester. My friend Ghini shot me and Bonnie's Robert (not to be confused with the 8 million other Robert's out there) in an abandoned office at the Pullman Trainyard here in the ATL. Rob was the Boss From Hell and I was the Frazzled Underling. There was much method acting by Rob and lots of me trying not to giggle at his bossiness.

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"You came back from Oktoberfest with a 12-pack of Miller Lite?"


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2 Posts in 1 Night





How many Scorpios can one Taurimini know? I mean, geez Louise, I've spent half my night drinking Miller Lite and typing birthday wishes to all my friends, acquaintances, and others. My favorite was to my friend Patrick. His birthday is today (11/08) and I waited until it was clear the Dems had taken both houses before typng the following:






Happy Birthday to you



Happy Birthday to you



Democrats took the Senate



And the U.S. House too!







HAPPY BIRTHDAY, SCORPIOS NEAR AND FAR!!

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If you can take the heat...




Man, Bravo's Top Chef has totally sucked me in this season. I mean, a loudmouthed Filipina dyke and a whole bunch of hott hott chef dudes?!? HOT DAMN! My 2 favorite hotties: Sam (duh) and Ilan. Which leads me to my new revelation: I totally should date a chef. I mean, the good ones are all crazy workaholics like me, which means I wouldn't feel pressured by overneediness or anything. And they wouldn't take me out to eat anywhere crappy.



I'm just sayin'.



Please make this semester end and a whole bunch of money appear in my checking account. Thanks!

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Well, since I can't seem to get an indignant rise out of anyone, I guess I'll stop trying to push y'alls buttons for a while.




It's raining. It's Election Day. I voted, and as usual, the little old lady poll workers thought me and my rainboots were the cutest thing ever. One even commented on how my last name was like "that adorable little Muppet from that movie...you know, Yoda." I think she officially became the coolest little old lady ever for that remark.




In just over a week I fly to the Left Coast! My aunt is taking me to Astoria, Oregon for the weekend before Thanksgiving. I've been to Astoria once before, when I lived in Portland. Astoria is famous for being the town where they shot Kindergarten Cop AND The Goonies. I think I need to practice my Truffle Shuffle.




Then I think I'm going to ride the train or bus up to Seattle for a few days and visit my uncle and his family. They are encouraging this, as I think they would like any help they can get with the twins. I'll then ride down with them on Wednesday to Salem, Oregon for Thanksgiving time with my aunt and her (step) children. Friday I'll probably get roped into a trip to the mall. Saturday morning I fly back home to the ATL.




So...excited...

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While I'm on a politically incorrect roll...



I would just like to note that it amuses me to no end to know that my other two group members for this project due tomorrow are both Indians. One "red dot" and the other "feather."



(Oh man, I am so going to liberal hell for that one...good thing I'm not a liberal and I don't believe in hell.)



Although, to be truthful, I'm not sure if "red dot" is really Indian or Pakistani. I haven't thought to ask until now, and I don't think she'd appreciate a late-night phone call that would go something like, "Hey, I'm writing a blog entry in which I refer to you as a 'red dot Indian', which got me thinking: are you really Indian, or are you perhaps Pakistani?"

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Top 8


In which our heroine tells you about her top 8 myspace friends based solely on their respective user pic, using only one descriptive phrase per friend.



I am friends with a black chick, a black dude, a chick with pink hair, a girl next to a glacier, an emo-ed out guy with sunglasses, a pair of Chuck Taylors, "Dead Disco", and a Robert Palmer girl.

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