Laundry day never fails to enrage me. Irresponsible crack-heads going over their alotted time and giving me the proverbial shaft. Don't they know that some of us need to put our full time to use? Some of us need that washer along with the cleaning power of Tide to wash the holy hell out of our clothes. Stubborn cheese and gravy stains don't just wash themselves out, and you can forget about trying to wear a shirt twice with toothpaste drippings on it...
It all comes down to efficiency and easy decisions, people. Smell the clothes, do they smell rancid? If yes, than please wash it. Are there any visible and potentially embarassing stains? If no, then they're good to go for another week. You don't have to wash every damn thing that fell off a hanger.
Oh, and one final thing, don't sneak up and scare me as I'm exiting the laundry room - you just might get socked.


Slapped up here on 3/31/2002 04:57:00 PM by: Me, Suzy...

Oooh, baby. That's the money shot...





Slapped up here on 3/30/2002 08:47:00 PM by: Me, Suzy...

How can I be angry when I just met the new doggy yesterday?
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It was last wednesday. In physics 102, in the pit, at approx. 3:15 in the p.m. We usually sit in the spot everyday - 6 rows down, 2 seats in. Nothing out of the normal ever really happens. Except for the professors occasional mention of "impenis" or his "accidently" drawing Santa with an impenis... Anyway, there was a kid sitting infront of us on wednesday. He appeared to be about our age, and fairly "normal" looking. And, we noticed that instead of taking notes, he was sketching a little something. We each became curious and strained our necks to check out the drawings. As we both realized what he was doing, our eyes got wide and we could hardly contain ourselves. Never in a million years did we expect to see a headless bride on his piece of paper. It was in full with a bouquet and everything - just without a head. I'm still disturbed by the whole ordeal.


Slapped up here on 3/30/2002 11:12:00 AM by: Me, Suzy...

It's a spring day. Not too hot, not too cold, and a little breezy. Good strolling weather it what it is. So, I chose to stroll to class today instead of my usual full steam ahead approach. As I meandered, I admired the trees, the concrete, and the squirrels. And, they were all lovely. I was walking up the hill along side Stimson hall, and there were 2 girls infront of me. But, I didn't pay attention to them. Because, by that time I was so angry at the wind for blowing in my face and ruining my stroll I decided not to admire anything anymore. As I was ignoring everything except for my sandaled feet shuffling along the well traveled sidewalk, I heard one of the girls let out a mighty cough. Right after the hack, I felt the coldness of a drop of liquid splat my lower lip. I stopped all foward progress and the first thing that went threw my mind was, "EWWW!!!"

*With the proximity of all of us, and the direction of the wind, the possibility of a splash down on my face was unavoidable.*

I wiped that crap off without haste, and with a look of anger [my rage, yet again] at the perpatrator I continued. But, as I continued further up the hill I felt many more droplets harassing me. 'Twas rain, I hope to hell it was anyway.


Slapped up here on 3/28/2002 03:52:00 PM by: Me, Suzy...

Hi. Suzy here. Remember me? I think I used to be entertaining. Now, I don't even find myself funny when I read this crap, and that's a mother of a let down. I'm sorry for the deviation from the normal deviance. I intend on coming up with witty new things - fabricated, or not - to post and make me pee my pants.
You know, I think it's because my rage has returned. I drifted off into la-la land for a while, and I felt no need to exaggerate the randomness I experience on a daily basis. But now, I'm all about the rage. When it gets built up inside of me, my imagination starts to run wild like a horse on acid. And, it's a good thing. I'm tripping my ass off, and you're all invited.


Slapped up here on 3/28/2002 12:51:00 AM by: Me, Suzy...

Alright. It's over. But, even though spring break was a break from school, that doesn't mean I didn't learn a few things...

1. Windsheild wipers, although handy and efficient, are simply a luxury.
2. Don't trust people with lazy eyes. Or, at least don't trust old stubborn people with lazy eyes that talk to you like you're an idiot when it's them that's really the idiot and they also work at the electronics department at the Wal-Mart in Oak Harbor, WA... Because they just might erase your digital pictures of you standing by the Oscar Mayer weinermobile and the pictures of your dog wearing your socks. I'm so enraged!
3. You can never really be sure of other people's opinions about you. Some may think you spend your vacation putting firecrackers in garbage cans.
4. The pet store is most of the time as good as going to the zoo.
5. The snow seems to follow me...
6. Dogs look better in human clothing.
7. I LOVE being a bum.


Slapped up here on 3/24/2002 06:37:00 PM by: Me, Suzy...

Superconductors. We learned about them in physics lab. I still don't know anything about them, but what I do know is that they make magnets float - and that's all I cared about.



For a bigger picture, click RIGHT HERE! I assure you, it will amaze the pants off you.


Slapped up here on 3/13/2002 01:27:00 AM by: Me, Suzy...

It's almost here. I'm almost free. I'm almost home... on thursday afternoon we leave, on thursday night we arrive. The west side of the mountains. It'll be joyous! I'll get a break from the weekly schedule of: "lab-lab-hw" "hw-hw-quiz" "write up-hw-lab" "punch-kick-puke!"
I have another lab today at 7p.m. Physics. And, I just finished a 3 hr Chemistry lab where I almost got a shard of pipette glass in my eye! Also, during lab, I frequently plot ways in which to ruin my lab. Should I *accidently* spill my solution? Maybe I'll have the temp *accidently* go a little too high. Oh no! Broken glass!!! I do this because explaining how your experiment went wrong is usually WAY easier than explaining how it went right. Trust me, I've done the math. It's a choice between: "I spilled half of my solution, and that's why my %yeild is so low..." OR "I had a really good %yeild because... uh... my experiment went... good."

My. Life. Is. Amazing.


Slapped up here on 3/12/2002 06:30:00 PM by: Me, Suzy...

I usually hate cougar mondays. Cougar mondays are where all the little pre-frosh come visit our campus and get herded around like cattle. You can always pick out the tour group. They're always huddled at an "important" landmark, there's usually 3 or more letter jackets being worn by the 17 year olds, and the parents are trying to look "cool" for their kids.

I usually avoid the group -- until today... I always wondered what the kids thought of the college students as they walked by, and I thought it'd be fun to scare the bejeezes out of them... So, as I was in our lobby, studying the mutarotation of beta-glucose, I acted as depressed and frustrated as I could. Throwing my book down, mumbling to myself, looking up towards the ceiling, raising my arms, asking God, "Why...? Why!?" I started pacing back and forth, wringing my hands together, trying to calm myself down, and then throwing my arms about with reckless abandon and getting upset again. Then, I acted taken aback that they saw me and packed my stuff up as fast as possible and ran passed them back upstairs to my room.

Note: The above wasn't true. I wouldn't do such a thing. But, it would've been funny if I did.


Slapped up here on 3/11/2002 02:12:00 PM by: Me, Suzy...

Going to the bathroom is usually, and thankfully, an unexciting task. However, when you come across a possessed toilet, you begin to wonder just what this world is coming to... This toilet I'm referring to is one of our dorm toilets and they're just like public "industrial sized" flushing machines. If you tried, you could probably flush a watermelon. Anyway, this toilet wasn't satisfied with just one flush. It continued to flush about 20-30 times. So, for about a minute, all we heard was a continuous "WHOOSH-WHOOSH-WHOOSH-WHOOSH" etc. etc. It was quite entertaining.

And, today - we went to Moscow. Yay for Idaho! We had fun at the Pets are People Too stink house pet store.
A cute little mutt. I secretly named him, Edgar.


A big heaping ball of hamster. Much hamster love.


The cutest baby Red Eared Sliders I have EVER seen. The picture doesn't really show it, but they were only about one and half inches long.





Slapped up here on 3/09/2002 04:50:00 PM by: Me, Suzy...

Even the bikes can't escape the wrath...






Slapped up here on 3/07/2002 03:11:00 PM by: Me, Suzy...

I love being awake at approx. 2 A.M. in the morning!

So... with my head full of physics jargon, my mouth full of cashews, and my intestines full of gas, I offer up - not pictures of "everyday" cd rainbows - but rather, a picture of something you're most likely not to see in your lifetime [if your lucky]. I give you -- the stuffed cougar that lives in the lobby of Stimson Hall at WSU... Ain't he a beaut!




Slapped up here on 3/06/2002 01:52:00 AM by: Me, Suzy...

Many things happend today... and I shall summarize them here:
1. No morning chemistry, so I slept in till 10:30... My friend forgot there was no class. Then, she admitted to forgetting, and thus - I made fun of her.
2. Paid out the ass for some blank CD-Rs and some computer paper at The Bookie. Clearly criminal.
3. Ate chocolate for lunch.
4. Openly encouraged the flipping-off of our physics professor because he is such an ass. Unfortunately, he didn't notice.
5. Tried one of those Ab-Force thingies on my arm. It felt like multiple bee stings, all of which didn't really sting. So, it more so felt like a bunch of little gremlins biting me... but, it didn't really hurt - but it did, kind of.
6. If you would've told me that the world was on fire, I probably would've believed you... Then, I would've become very sad that it actually wasn't on fire, and that I still have to go to o-chem lab tomorrow... Crapsitcks.



7. My friends make fun of me for taking pictures of random things... But, I just think random things are pretty.







Slapped up here on 3/05/2002 12:33:00 AM by: Me, Suzy...

Okay. I've held the ability to exercise my "adult" capabilities for almost 2 years now. What have I done with the privilege? Number of cigarettes bought = 0 [and that number will stay zero, thanks]. Number of tattoos obtained = 0. Number of trips to Canada for obvious reasons = 1. Number of casinos I've visted = 0. Hell, I've only bought 1 scratch ticket in my lifetime... I am such a geek. Well, Broseph, all that's about to change. What would you guys think if I decided to get a tattoo? Nothing too dramatic [yet (just kidding)]. I'd like to get this:

Preferably on my ankle, or shoulder blade. Most of you may know that I'm obsessed with those silly canines, and this would be a way for me to remember my dogs - both of whom I probably like better than I like most people. I wouldn't just get it for shits and giggles. It'd be to preserve a memory... So, that's that.
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P.S. Aren't sunsets just too great?




Slapped up here on 3/02/2002 06:23:00 PM by: Me, Suzy...

More visual stimuli. My discman distracted me during my pseudo-study session.








Slapped up here on 3/01/2002 04:56:00 PM by: Me, Suzy...