My friend *andrea* posted this as a bulletin called "Because I have a doctor’s note," which I don’t really get, but I kind of like it anyway. I miss believing in doctor’s notes. I don’t anymore. I think they are too easily obtained to actually mean anything significant. However, I am always amused when a student brings one to me and says that he/she has been excused from class per the doctor. Teeheehee -- those funny doctors. Anyway, it seems more like this little collection of irrelevant bits should be called "I’ve come to realize" ... hmmmmm - actually, looking over the completely insignificant information I have listed here, maybe "Because I have a doctor’s note" does work. :)

Because I have a doctor’s note:

I’ve come to realize that my boobs:
Are quite cute – although I don’t really think they’re worthy of being called "boobs." Let’s call them booblettes. 

I’ve come to realize that when I talk:
I use my hands to reinforce meaning or demonstrate whatever it is that I’m talking about.

I’ve come to realize that I need:
A lot of coffee.

I’ve come to realize that I’ve lost:
A concern for what others think of me most of the time.

I’ve come to realize that I hate it when:
People think their intellectual apathy is something to be celebrated or, at the very least, to be laughed about like it’s some endearing quirk. 

I’ve come to realize that money:
Is really what drives a majority of people. It becomes what they’re most passionate about. That’s pretty sad.

I’ve come to realize that people:
Are very funny although most of them don’t realize it.

I’ve come to realize that I’ll always be:
Able to entertain myself.

I’ve come to realize that I have a crush on:
OMG George Orwell!!!!! SUCH an enormous crush. It’s major. I just think he’s the dreamiest. The first line of his review for Henry Miller’s Tropic of Cancer is "Modern man is rather like a bisected wasp which goes on sucking jam and pretends that the loss of its abdomen does not matter." That statement alone makes him fabulously crush-worthy.

I’ve come to realize that the last time I cried was:
When I was really tired and felt just like I remember feeling as a little girl when I cried.

I’ve come to realize that my cell phone is:
Something I have little interest in.

I’ve come to realize that when I woke up this morning:
I was very happy that I could just roll over and go right back to sleep. Bash didn’t seem to need to go out right away, I didn’t have to get up for work or a meeting, and my parents didn’t need me to come over today.

I’ve come to realize that before I go to sleep at night :
I like to read something to think about as I’m falling asleep. Right now my bedside book is a collection of essays, letters, and reviews by George Orwell. See – SUCH a crush!!!

I’ve come to realize that right now I am thinking about:
Making some popcorn and watching a movie.

I’ve come to realize that babies:
Are especially cute and cuddly when you know you can give them back to their owners – I mean parents J.

I’ve come to realize that when I get on Myspace:
I’m escaping from reality  for a brief moment.

I’ve come to realize that today I will be:
Grading essays.

I’ve come to realize that tonight I will:
Not grading essays.

I’ve come to realize that tomorrow I will:
Be grading more essays.

I’ve come to realize what I really want is:
The perfect pair of shoes … and to be completely caught up with my grading.

I’ve come to realize that the person who is most likely to repost this:
I haven’t come to realize that. I really have no idea who might be likely to repost this. Someone who is looking to waste some time …

EIGHT HAVE YOU’S:

Have you ever dated someone twice?
Not really. I kind of kept seeing my first boyfriend after we broke up, but I wouldn’t really call it "dating." I don’t really like moving backwards.  

Have you ever been cheated on?
I don’t know. I’ve had my suspicions.

Have you ever bought condoms?
Yep.

Have you ever kissed someone and regretted it?
Oh yeah.  

Have you ever fallen in love?

Yup.

Have you ever lost someone?
"Lost"? Like I went into a store with someone and set that person down like he/she was a set of keys "lost"? Uh – no.

Have you ever been depressed?
Yes.

Have you ever been drunk and thrown up?
Yes, I’ve been drunk, and yes, I’ve thrown up, but no, I’ve never thrown up because I was drunk.