Rainy Friday

The following takes place between 3:30 pm and 5:00 pm on a Friday.

 

As it turns out, it is a Friday and I do not want to study for biochem 613 and so I won’t. I should, I really should, given that I did super shitty on the midterm, but apathy reigns mighty in my life, and thus I do not care, especially right now.

 

The rain and cold of November has finally hit. Most of election week 2008 was sunny and delightful. Election day itself was the peak; nature perhaps was resplendent in response to the glories of democracy. Yet, for some reason, every time I think of politics (in general; not specifically the recent election, though that was a PAIN, all my programs being interrupted by Republican fear-mongering and Democratic feel-good rhetoric) my mind sort of clouds over and a gentle fuzzy snow falls in front of my eyes, such is the level of my “I-could-care-less.” Yes, I KNOW that blaa blaa blaa the future blaa blaa blaa dependent blaa present blaa blaa straight-talk express on the highway of hope. But really, I’m done. Now NPR on Monday and Fridays can go back to yammering about Iraqi insurgents or whatever.

 

Meanwhile I am useless. Oh, and I hate centrifuges. I’m using the small one today, the one I’ve managed to not break yet, though I’m fairly certain it’s only a matter of time before someone does. And with my luck it shall be me. The thing has a habit of yelling at me for being unbalanced, even after fifteen minutes of meticulous adding/subtracting of water until the weights match to the hundredths of a gram. Then when I remeasure it will still be the same weight. Also the lid is questionable, sometimes it doesn’t lock in place and sometimes when you start the rotor it kind of wavers up and down like it’s flapping in the breeze. It makes me nervous, which isn’t good, as I’m already skittish around these things.

 

My other job also progresses well. I am barista extraordinaire (you have to be kind of a moron NOT to be) and Kate and Shelly and I decided that we will be bedazzling our aprons. I just need to find the bedazzler kit that Caitlin Anne got me for what I believe was my 17^th birthday. Oh, good times.

 

There is a diffusion bag being stirred right now and watching it revolve slowly in solution gives me unparalleled joy that I cannot even begin to explain to a rational person. It is so hypnotizing… hypnotoad!

 

Microsoft Word does not accept hypnotoad as a real word. Clearly the writer of this dictionary programme never watches Futurama. Which is also not a word. Other things that aren’t recognised as words: bedazzler (but not bedazzle), remeasure, blaa. Just in case you were curious.

 

Good news I managed to kill time doing pointless tasks I make for myself. Anyway so Elizabeth is gone this weekend (as she is for so many) and so I have the apartment to myself. I enjoy the large amount of personal time I have in this place. Not that Elizabeth is irritating or that I throw parties, but it’s pleasant to be able to listen to music/ television as loud as I want with minimal consequences.

 

Speaking of which, may I just say, whatever oversight by our rental company allowed the people above us to have a dog, I hate them. I love dogs, don’t get me wrong. But did it ever occur to anyone that in a tiny two-bedroom apartment in a college campus, having what sounds like a Great Dane running around is not ideal. Particularly if you choose to play fetch with it at 2:30 in the morning.

 

Given that I don’t have anything to say, I’m going to stop saying things.

Damage

You know, it's funny that I should have re-discovered this blog today, the very day something somewhat interesting happens in my life. So I'm going to write it down, and post it, since I'm no good at keeping a hand-written journal anyway.

I blame this, of course, on my parents. Really everything goes back to them and their terrible communication skills. All because my dad had a senior moment and told my uncle that my area code was 614. Thus, he could not communicate with me. Thus I was waiting for his call until eight. Thus I had not eaten in seven hours. And when I'm hungry, ohhh, am I ever hungry.

At 8:15 Susan finally informs me that Uncle Dale will not be calling me tonight because he is with a client. Thus my hopes for real food were diminished. Deciding to, "screw that," I IMed dear Joseph and asked him if he wanted to hit up Panera with me. He agreed to get a pastry while I planned an epic nom on some Mediterranean Veggies (which I eventually forgot to have them hold the feta on, just to make things 7% better) and possibly a cinnamon scone. I recalled from last night that the gas light had gone on, and it would probably be ideal to fill the tank prior to actually going anywhere.

On my way down charming Northwood Avenue, I saw a kid standing outside. I owe that kid so much, and I was never thankful. I thought he was a crazy at first. But anyway after I drove past him, he sort of started waving his arms at me. I thought at first it was in response to the look I gave him, which is the look I always give people I'm driving past, a look of vague curiosity. He was wearing a sweatband, so that probably increased the intensity of my glance. I figured he was being a jerk. Then he started running after my car and I thought he was crazy. Then it occured to me that I have a lack of faith in the human race, and what would a normal person run after a car for? Oh, yes, because the lights are out. That actually seemed logical, it's happened before. So I went to Shell and then I called Joey and asked him to check the lights before going anywhere. He confirmed that the taillight bulb had burned out, so I told him we would stop at an auto parts store on the way, and we'd go to the Panera up in Clintonville.

We stopped at Advanced Auto Parts along the way. I explained my dillema to the woman at the store, and she rang me up for a $4.50 set of two light bulbs, just like the ones we had to replace forever ago. We tried to put them in in the parking lot, but a gay man and a straight girl aren't really the best two candidates for car maintenence. I called my mom to see if she remembered how to do this, but as Joey pointed out, parents are helpful when you're little, but not so much when you're grown up. So Joey, being of practical mind (can we all just recall for a second that I have yet to eat anything since about 1 o'clock?) looks in the maintenence guide and finds that there is some sort of twist and snapping option we hadn't tried. In the parking lot of Panera we managed to take out the bulbs... only to find that whatever bulb was out was NOT the one we actually needed. I must have requested the wrong one, as if I'm supposed to know what kind of identification one gives light bulbs. Christ, they're lucky I can figure out the difference between a taillight and a breaklight. Which, by the way, I can't.

Well as long as we were at Panera, I needed food. I needed epic noms. I decided, as it was 8:45 or so, that we would get it to go, and hope that the place would be open still on the way back. We orded food (in my case, basically a shmorgasboard) and then got back in the car. As I was driving, and we were talking, it occured to me that my car sounded funny. At first I dismissed it, as I usually have music on, at an alarming volume, and so I rarely actually listen to the sound my car makes. Then I notice it's sort of a whirring noise, which makes me worry it's the engine, because the engine has parts that possibly make whirring sounds. I know this because in 6th grade physices Mr. Koenig made us learn about engines and combustion and hydrolics but I was a girl and I did not really care, all I did was look at the pictures. Pistons make whirring sounds, right? Anyway, this was all moot because what was really going through my mind was, "is this car going to explode? Am I going to blow Joey and myself up in my little precious Camry, my reliable, Japanese-designed Camry?" But then the sound was getting worse, and when I braked I noticed it went away. Only when I braked though, not when I took my foot off the accelerator. That meant it wasn't the engine... Then Physics 131 popped into mind and it occured to me that when one breaks, all the weight is put in the front of the car, decelerating, and I realized it was the back of the car. And when Joe mentioned I was taller than him, and I looked over and could see the roof and not his head, it dawned on me that the back passenger tire was flat.

The sound became alarming as we pulled into the auto parts parking lot. At 9:02. So much for the light issue. And I still hadn't eaten. I pondered what to do as I tore at my sandwich. Joey offered to fix the flat, as I had a spare, but I remembered that the tools the car comes with to do so are less than satisfactory, as my neighbour had a hell of a time doing it the last time I decimated a tire. The jack is crappy and the whatchumacallit for the bolts is tiny and removing them nearly proved futile. "If we can't fix a light bulb, how do we fix a tire?" I asked. Then he asked if I had Triple A. And I was overjoyed, as, on a whim, we had bought a suscription or whatever they call it with them a few months ago. It had already come in handy for saving me about 150 dollars off my glasses, and now it was going to come in handy for an actual car purpose.

Of course I didn't have my membership card- not for a quick trip down High Street to get a damn sandwich. No, no, but they were helpful anyway. The woman on the phone was very nice. The conversation went something like this,
"Hello, welcome to Triple A, are you safe?"
"What? Oh, yeah I'm fine but my tire's all flat."
"Okay well what's your name?"
I gave her my information
"Where are you?"
I gave her the address
"Is that a residence or business?"
"It's a business."
"Can you tell me the name of the business?"
I almost died as I responded, "Advanced Auto Parts." I'm not sure if she caught the irony, but Joey and I were collapsed into peels of silent laughter, trying not to disturb her as she typed in the information.
"What is wrong with the vehicle?"
"Well, the tire is flat."
"Do you ahve a spare?"
"Well, yeah, I mean, there's one in the trunk, and I could maybe fix it, but it's really hard to do, we've had to do it before, and I'm not really sure what to do with it. I mean, yes, ideally it would replace the flat tire, but I'm not sure if I am really capabe of such a feat." (Imagine that sentence taking about five seconds total to say)
::muffled laughter:: "All right someone will be there in less than forty-five minutes."
At this point I started eating my scone. After all this, I deserved it. My poor lack of communication and phone skills...

So then a nice, greasy mechanic type pulled into the parking lot (it only took about fifteen minutes thank god) and fixed my tire up, no problem, and I went home. Of course, at one point the people from the auto store left and gave me the strangest looks. I could not tell if the woman working recognized me or not.

In conclusion I set out for a sandwich, gas, and a taillight.

I wound up sans a spare tire and with a taillight... but a taillight wasn't what I actually needed. But Joey was a good sport about all of it, and it really makes a smashing story.

I just hope that when I go back to the auto parts store tomorrow, that same woman is working, and startes at me like I'm a crazy. Because that's what I am.

Deathly Hallows

This isn't exactly a spoiler. It's just that when I read something as exciting as these books, I am always greatly affected, which is lame, because I'm not twelve years old anymore, but I like to write after anyway.

I really liked it, it was a good ending I think. A little hokey but you know what? It's a children's book, through and through, and I have to get over it. Besides it was an excellent way to draw conclusion to it. And if J.K. Rowling even tries to write more of these books, well, I'll probably aka definately be rather upset. I think it ended. Writing anymore would be an unnecessary sequal, as I see all these books grouped together as just one epic journey.

Anyway, in the end it was good and got me set to thinking that it's sort of like a big chapter of my childhood just ended, which is both depressing and inspirational. I no longer have Harry Potter books to look forward to, that's sad as all hell. But everything has to end, one day. So why not July 21st, right? Seems as good a day as any.

I'll have to re-read it. When I re-read the sixth one I realized I had vastly underappreciated it. And it's basically my new favourite. As much as I loved this one, I don't think it can ever really be my favourite because it's the end and I don't like good things to end. But maybe I'll get over that.

I hate how these books make me fool so jumbled. It's so silly of me.

But why fight it? I'll probably never feel like that again.

The Colour Purple*

It is obvious to anyone living in today's world that colours have a profound impact on the way we perceive our surroundings. However, few people know the origin of colour. Where did it come from? Who discovered it? When did it get discovered? It is a travesty that in today’s fast paced world we take colour for granted. The purpose of this essay is to briefly outline the origin of colour and to clear up some of the common misconceptions surrounding this phenomenon.

In 1856 the first step towards the discovery of colour was taken. Pierre Drisçon, a small-time Parisian photographer, was attempting to develop a photo of a croissant, and due to the contaminated water he used in his developing, he produced the first sepia photo. For almost three-quarters of a century, sepia was something of a novelty around the world, which only the rich could afford. With the rise of the middle class in the late 18th century, sepia became more available to the public, though its supply was limited in quantity, for modern sepia-producing techniques had not yet been developed.

The first colour discovered was the colour red. There is a lot of controversy surrounding who discovered it first, but a few things are known for sure. For one, though it was discovered by the Germans sometime in the late 1930s, it was the Soviets who capitalized on the discovery, which is why supporters of communism in the ‘40s and ‘50s were known as “reds.” Of course, during this time in history there was much rivalry between the Soviet Union and the United States, so United States scientists were eager to find another colour. In 1952 they hit jackpot, and discovered the colour blue. National excitement over this event spawned the use of the colour blue in the American flag, an icon which is still recognized today. The stars on the blue background were designed to represent America’s superiority over the dull red stripes of communism.

In the wake of the Cold War, many countries vied to be the next to find a colour. During the beginning of the second half of the century, colour was still a rarity, and black and white still reigned supreme. However, in 1956, it was found that blue could be harvested from the ocean, thus inciting a wave of scientists to discover new places to develop colour. In February 1957, a Bolivian scientist working in the US by the name of Felipe Jose Menendez accidentally discovered green while trying to harvest red from a tree. (This was before red was discovered in the bodies of almost all mammals) Soon after, a team of Chinese scientists found the colour yellow while analyzing a sand sample taken from the Mongolian desert.

After its initial burst of popularity in the 1950s, colour received a backlash from the public, particularly in America and Britain, where it was regarded as a tool of communist propaganda. In the liberal decade that followed, pop culture saw a backlash against the colourist movement of the earlier decade. One of the most famous examples of this is the Beatle’s “White Album,” which was intended to encourage a move back into the black and white of the past. Another such example is the Rolling Stones’ “Paint it Black,” which proclaims a similar message.

However, by the 1970s, colour was once again embraced by the nation at large, due in part to the wave of hallucinogenic drug usage, which helped scientists realize that the world had not yet experienced the full range of colours available. In 1973 a Welsh immigrant named Hubert VanLangderby discovered purple in the fields of New Jersey. The colour was extremely popular until the discovery of orange by a Tibetan Sherpa later that decade in 1976. Advances in technology helped scientists to realize that all basic colours had been discovered, so for the next fifteen years experiments were conducted in the use of hue and intensity. This directly resulted in the bright colours so popular in the eighties, and it is suspected that New Wave would not exist without the influence of colour, as is demonstrated by the popular song “She Blinded Me With Science,” a social commentary on the effect of colour on the last thirty or so years of human history.

In more recent years, a myriad of colours have been discovered with the help of computers, which can blend and adjust colours to create a large variety of hues. Research is still being developed in the area of colour, as little is understood about its origins. It is believed that if we can better understand where it comes from, we can perhaps predict where it is going. Scientists today are worried that global warming will result in a loss of colour, which today can be produced in mass quantities cheaply and efficiently. A growing part of the American market is dedicated to the preservation and expansion of the colour industry, which is becoming quite profitable in today’s highly colour-dependent world.

As efforts are made to understand what colour is, it is important to remember where it came from. The discovery of colour is relatively recent compared to better understood subjects such as chemistry and calculus. With the planet moving into the 21st century, perhaps colour can be better understood so that it continues to be exploited by future generations.


*this is in no way associated with Alice Walker's 1982 novel

Shackles?

[01] Do you still have feelings for your ex?
no way no how

[02] Have you ever been given roses?
nope

[03] What is your all-time favorite romance movie?
um Love Actually?

[04] How many times have you honestly been in love?
oh, zero

[05] Do you believe that everyone has a soul-mate?
nope I don't really believe in the whole love thing at all

[06] Whats your current problem?
working I guess. And figuring out what I'm doing for the fourth of july

[07] Have you ever had your heart broken?
no indeed I haven't

[08] Your thoughts of online or long distance relationships ?
well I mean meeting a person online is one thing... having a relationship exclusively online is wierd. And long distance is okay but both people have to try

[09] Have you ever seen a friend as more than a friend ?
unfortunately.

[10] Do you believe the statement, "Once a cheater always a cheater"?
I don't think so

[11] How many kids do you want to have?
maybe none. or none.

[12] What is your favorite color(s)
ummmm I dunno. orange. green.

[14]Do you believe you truly only love once?
I don't believe you truly love even once.

[15] Imagine you're 79 & your spouse just died, would you get re-married???
that's a wierd question. I don't know. a) I hope I don't live that long b) it depends on how young I feel I suppose

[16] At what age did you start noticing the opposite sex?
I dunno, probably not until High School to be honest. I just didn't care before then. Then after High School I also stopped caring.

[17] What song do you want to hear at your wedding?
I don't anticipate a wedding. But. If I had to pick a song. Photobooth and Wild Horses. Don't worry that they are both about a love not really being true.

[18] Do you know someone who likes you?
not anymore I think, and this comforts me

[19] Do you like anyone?
nope

Rx: 2 Testicles

Scrubs is the reason I'm not dead. And I've been working for seven days. That's a week. A week is nothing. There are fifty-two of them each year. And there are a lot of years in your life- less than average if you're lucky. And here I am bitching and moaning about just one of them. But it was such an AWFUL seven days. Granted, it's getting better. I know some of the people now, and I talk to people, and it only takes three years for the ten and a half hours to pass, not a decade. But still.

Today I came home, covered in lip gloss. Literally. It's smeared all over my shirt. I smell like strawberry limeade, but not real strawberry limeade, just whatever Bonne Bell decided stawberry limeade smells like. Which, by the way, is kool-ade. Just generic, kool-adey smell. There isn't anything specifically strawberry or limey about it. It's sort of fruity, sugary spell. I don't know. You would understand if you had to inhale it for so long each day. It never goes away, either. Its intensity wears off after the initial five minutes, but the essence of it hangs around all day. If you have the misfortune of having a smackers, everytime you reach into the box, you're hit with a new wave.

New wave, of course, would be a nice change. I like new wave. I do not like oldies. Let me clarify- I like oldies in moderation. I do not like them for 10.5 hours a day. If I hear Pretty Woman one more time I'm going to walk down ITS street. Earlier last week I was forced to endure a more modern compilation of songs, ranging from sappy pop (i.s. The Fray and Snow Patrol, who I usually enjoy, but the song Chasing Cars makes me want to get hit by said vehicle) to annoying (Avril Laviegn or however you spell her name) to outrightly suicidal contemporary pop (John Mayer and Howie Day, anyone?) I fully believe the only thing worse than what we endured then is Country. Oldies was actually a nice change for a while, but it's gone on too long. I want New Wave. Or alternative. Or death metal.

And on the topic of inhaling, today we did 9,000 sparkly pink bags. Strawberry Treats blaa blaa blaa. They are actually kind of cute, I have to admit- not as cute as yesterday's LSD bag, though. Regardless, they have glitter on them. I'm pretty sure someone just took the felt end of the bag and put it on top of a pan covered in a thick layer of shimmer dust, then lifted it up to enjoy the sparkly goodness. Well that's all well and good for the seven years olds who will pester their mothers into buying these things, but it's not so good for us. I'm pretty sure there's at least five pounds of glitter dust in my lungs. When doctors cut open someone like Ricky, they'll find tar. Anthony and Sarah are more likely to produce fiberglass from the clove cigarettes. Jack will probably have a hydroponics plant in his lungs. But I will have lungs coated in a three inch layer of sparkling, glittering, shimmering... shit.

Fabulously Dull

1. Have you ever changed your clothes while in a vehicle?
absolutely, it's a requirement if you're in any sort of sport

2. What's something you MUST do before you die?
go to Europe (again)

3. Are you single?
yup

4. What's one thing you will not eat?
meat

5. What color is your underwear?
purple and white

6. When is the last time you went out of state?
Over Christmas when I went to Chicago (which I am in vain trying to plan another trip out to)

7. Who was your last received call?
Caitlin finally called me back

8.Have you ever dranken milk straight out of the carton?
yup

9. Can you roll your tongue?
I can twist it but not roll it

10. Can you hula hoop?
nope it's a problem I've had forever

11. Have you ever crawled through a window?
hahahahaa omg yes back in eighth grade. Fond memories.

12. Was today better than yesterday?
um no not really.

13. Do you talk to yourself?
frequently

14. Would you jump off a bridge if your friends did?
I would probably be the one who started it

15. Ever went tanning?
yesssss skin cancer yum

16. Earrings or necklaces?
earrings

17. Do you party?
yes but not too much recently minus friday night

18. Are you mad at anybody?
just, you know, the world

19. Do you use smiley faces on the computer a lot?
yup all the time

20. What are you doing tonight?
considering suicide a few more times and then going to bed

21. What time is it?
9:56

22. Are you loud?
absolutely

23. What are you looking forward to?
September 15th

24. Do you watch Family Guy regularly?
regularly no but frequently I suppose

25. Have you ever watched a little kids show?
yes but I do that less now

26. What's your zodiac sign?
capricorn

27. Are you wearing socks?
no me no likey

28. What's your favorite smell?
this is stupid but I have this perfume I got when I was a little kid and I still have it and it's my favourite ever

29. Have you ever been on a rollercoaster?
w00t yeah!

30. What is the most expensive thing you have ever bought?
my coach purse

31. Do you care what others think about you?
yes and no. I want people to like me, but I want them to like me for me so I'm not going to be someone else to get them to like me.

-also: the black and white card on Adult Swim just said "stop blogging" and I laughed-

32. What do you do all the time in a car?
sing and text and think

33. Do you trust people easily?
not particularly

34. Do you follow college football?
um involuntarily

35. Favorite football team?
well I obviously have to say the buckeyes but really I don't care

36. Do you watch the Olympics?
no I never even know they're on

37. Do you have a favorite number?
eleven

38. Are you multitasking right now?
I guess I mean I'm kind of texting and then watching Futurama

39. Do you believe in karma?
no. It's a nice thought though, the idea of people getting what they deserve.

40. How was the weather today?
nice and cloudy and cool

50 ODD Things About You:

1. Where's your number one on your top 8?
I don't know who my number one is. I think everyone on my top eight is back in Cleveland though except Cait, who's in Chicago

2. What is your favorite possesion?
iPod

3. Do you own a gun?
nein

4. If you could tell your last ex something what would you say?
ummmmm. I really don't have anything to say

5. Do you get nervous before doctors appointments?
I get nervoud thinking about the doctor

6. What do you think of hot dogs?
icky icky icky

7. What's your favorite Christmas song?
um whatever that animal sounds music is on Elaine's computer

8. What do you prefer to drink in the morning?
water or coffee

9. Can you do push ups?
yeah but not that many

10. Is your bathroom clean?
ish

11. What's your favorite piece of jewelry?
ummmm I don't really have a favourite.

12.do you take painkillers?
like candy. Only I don't like candy. And I do like painkillers

13. What is your secret weapon to lure in the opposite sex?
um incessant abuse and hatred.

14. Do you have A.D.D.?
not for real but sometimes

Who is in the house with you?
dad, mom, sparky, algernon

Who was the last person to IM you?
caitlin anne

Who are you thinking about now?
caitlin I guess because she was the answer to the last question, which by the way, have stopped being numbered

Who did you last talk to on the phone?
Caitlin I'm pretty sure that was already a question

Who was you favorite teacher?
either Mrs. Nameth my 8th grade math teacher or Mrs. Neville and Mrs. Handley

Who's birthday is next?
uhhhhhhh. Christ I don't know. Clarissa's is in August, so is Skoch's I don't know who's is first. I can't think of any July People.

Who was the last person you told you love them?
I don't know. I also don't really care.

Who's your favorite relative?
I like my cousin Andrea but I don't really talk to her

The Where's

Where do you go to school?
THE Ohio State University

Where do you live?
well for the next three months, here in Westlake, but after that, I'll be a resident of Columbus

Where is your phone?
in this chair somewhere

Where are your parents?
I couldn't care less

Where do you sleep?
sometimes in my room, sometimes down here in the basement.

Where do you shop the most?
absolutely Target

Where did you get the shirt you're wearing?
Christmas gift. I dunno where it's from, maybe Macy's, it's not from any stores

Where did you last take a car ride to?
Jack's house? Well that's the last I drove to. I last was driven to Parma. EW.

Where in your house are you?
Basement

The What's

What was the last thing you ate?
lobster

What was the last thing you drank?
water

What color pants are you wearing?
jean coloured jeans

What kind of cell phone do you have?
um some verizon one

What is the closest item near you that is blue?
a blanket

What is your favorite color?
orange.

What messaging service do you use?
um aim?

What is your screen name?
whatever it's not important

What is your most used away message?
I change it pretty regularly. California Youth and Beauty Brigade and that quote from Blackadder maybe

What is your favorite website?
i can haz cheezeburgr?

What is your favorite shoe brand?
steve madden. Well gucci. But. That's a no.

What do you wear more; jeans or shorts?
jeans. I live in jeans

What is the last movie watched?
um I was watching School of Rock before Futurama came on

What song do you currently hear?
well it's the musical episode of Futurama, so Fry's musical

The Why's

Why are you taking this survey?
because there's nothing else to do

Why does basically half the world have a myspace?
um facebook is far superiour

Why did you pick your myspace user name?
I don't know really it was a long time ago

Why are your best friends your best friends?
because they can deal with me.

Why is wood brown?
::sigh:: well wood is made of mostly dead plant cells, or cellulose. I'm not sure what the molecular structure of cellulose is exactly (though I will no doubt by next year after o.chem) but it must be one such that when photons hit it, the electrons they excite are ones in the wavelengths that produce brown light. It's much more indepth and scientific than that, but that's about all I got out of h203

Why do the people on the news repeat the same stuff over & over?
because the news is on too often and there's not THAT much to talk about

The When's
When did everyone become obsessed with myspace?
like my Junior Year? I made at least nine people start one

When did you start school?
last year I moved in on September 17th and then we started like the 21st or something

When did you meet your best friend?
well one: kindergarten, another: freshman year high school (there's a few of those)

When did you last go to the mall?
Last weekend when I needed a dress for John's grad party

When did you last buy a new pair of pants?
no idea I hate buying pants

When did you last burn a candle?
haha when we went to Chelsea's cabin and had a candeligh dinner

When were you last at school?
June 7th. too long ago

When did you last see your dad?
not long ago enough

When did you last take a shower?
yesterday