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[kleenexwoman]

MATH CLASS: We've moved on from basic, simple "Find X! It's probably under the bed. Did you check the laundry hamper?" stuff to problems like "Illya has two liters of Burnett's 70-proof vanilla-flavored vodka and three liters of 100-proof Smirnoff, the kind with the blue label. How much Burnett's and Smirnoff will he have to mix together to get a drink that's exactly 80 proof?" and "Patrick had $500,000. At the beginning of 1984, he deposited some of his money into a CD at a 5% rate of interest, and the rest of it into a savings account at a 9% rate of interest. After a year, the interest is enough for Patrick to buy a quarter of a kilogram of cocaine for his New Year's party. How much money did Patrick deposit into the savings account?"
I got everything wrong on the mixtures assignment and have nearly given up on this interest-rates thing. The formulae the prof gave us just don't seem to make sense and they don't apply to half the problems, and when I try reasoning them out I get them wrong.

Firefox keeps freezing up on me. Fuck you, automatic updates, fuck you.

STUFF THAT DOESN'T MAKE ME WANT TO SMASH MY KEYBOARD IN RAGE: I found my cell phone. My dad sent me some money. I really need to call most of my relatives. We finally saw Get Smart and it was surprisingly funny, and I vaguely want to download some episodes of the original series but Don Adams' voice is nails-on-blackboard annoying. I want to go to the beach or something for July 4th, but I don't think there are any lakes within daytripping/weekend tripping distance (even if we just followed 10 west or went to Saugatuck or something, it'd still be two hours either way), and anyway we're probably going to stay in the apartment and watch Wonder Showzen or see another movie or something.

There are hawks wheeling in the sky outside. Everything looks beautiful from inside the library.

ETA: I just spent fifteen minutes messing around with Google Earth and planning out a huge roadtrip. Clearly need to get the fuck out of Mt. Pleasant after classes are over.

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[kleenexwoman.livejournal.com]

That sound seriously awesome.

We used to spent Fourth of Julys in Traverse City or Charlevoix, setting off fireworks, jet-skiing, and having cookouts at the vacation house of some people we don't really talk to anymore (for some strange reason). I recall being very envious that they had an entire vacation house and we only had a timeshare. LOL privileged.

[josephwaldman.livejournal.com]

Hee hee. My dad had a friend with a house up there and took me up there (and Mackinac) for my fifteenth birthday. Boring as hell. He took his crazy pills as soon as we arrived and conked out. I spent the evening watching the porno channels which they'd neglected to turn off and wandering around the woods out back. Personally I prefer Tybee Island, GA for my dream vacation retreat. It's not too pricey and is delightfully tacky while not being white trashy. Only problem is you risk getting killed by the tide.

[kleenexwoman.livejournal.com]

♥ Mackinac. I would wander around there for days if I could.

Charlevoix Lake (where we were) is filled with other peoples' houses, so it's a little tough to wander around properly if you don't have someone to splash around with. Charlevoix proper (the town, anyway) is the best thing. We used to spend weekends there, looking for interesting stones on the beach (which put me into the habit of sifting through small piles of stones looking for fossils, which got me made fun of in 5th grade, when the entire playground was covered with small pebbles. I did not care. I found petrified coral).

[josephwaldman.livejournal.com]

The highlight for me (other than being on the island itself, because at the time I had a huge masturbatory crush on a particular model's photos from the 1994 SI swimsuit calendar that had been taken on Mackinac) was running into former Senator Riegle and L. Brooks Patterson. My father spent about two minutes chatting them up and kissing their asses, and then when they walked on he turned to me and said: "Those guys are the biggest bunch of crooks in Michigan."

The beach on Tybee has this weird oil-like (meaning petroleum) substance just under the sand. I have no idea what it is. It's also fun to know you're swimming just a short distance from an undetonated nuclear device (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tybee_Bomb).

[kleenexwoman.livejournal.com]

I Wiki'd L. Brooks. What a huge fucking douche.

Charlevoix has magnetic sand! And it's right near...that city that makes all the iron crap. Not Jackson. East Jordan!

[josephwaldman.livejournal.com]

Southfield's mayor (Brenda Lawrence) is running against him this year and is the first person in several elections to stand a good chance of unseating him.

Iron crap? What's that? Droppings from a locomotive (the iron horse)?