tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-59016412011-06-08T01:13:25.716-05:00funny tings we saysometimes, we are clever.emily oi!http://www.blogger.com/profile/18174247639136095662noreply@blogger.comBlogger1291100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5901641.post-1156297647157211392006-08-22T20:40:00.000-05:002006-08-22T20:47:27.156-05:00[after a long bike ride]joey: so girls don't sweat, eh?emily: nope.joey: and that big wet spot on your back is from a hydration system gone haywire?emily: it was the haywire that broke the camelbak.emily oi!http://www.blogger.com/profile/18174247639136095662noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5901641.post-1156297218626760862006-08-22T20:36:00.000-05:002006-08-22T20:40:18.643-05:00maria: just in case you need them, there are pads here in this cabinet.emily: ok.. i'll make a mental note of it... i mean, a menstrual note!emily oi!http://www.blogger.com/profile/18174247639136095662noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5901641.post-1154134977618878422006-07-28T19:58:00.000-05:002006-07-28T20:06:08.236-05:00playing a game of online scrabbledanny: [plays 'QURAN']emily: [plays 'FLINT']danny: why didin't you challenge 'QURAN'?emily: um... it was such a good word...danny: because you can't challenge the Qu'ran!!emily oi!http://www.blogger.com/profile/18174247639136095662noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5901641.post-1154052796512101162006-07-27T21:08:00.000-05:002006-07-27T21:14:16.656-05:00discussing the characteristics of her future roommateallie: i hope she isn't a neat freak. if so, she will be very displeased with her living situation. ie, me. i also hope she isn't into drinking and barfing all over.emily: especially since your stuff will be everywhere.emily oi!http://www.blogger.com/profile/18174247639136095662noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5901641.post-1153428318836127572006-07-20T15:43:00.000-05:002006-07-20T15:45:18.850-05:00emily joy: how many representative particles in a mol?danny: 6.02 x 10^23... avogadro's number!!emily joy: avocado's number? what if you had avogadro's number of avocados?danny: oh wow.. i wish i had a mol of avocados, i'd make guacamol!emily oi!http://www.blogger.com/profile/18174247639136095662noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5901641.post-1138068011367787212006-01-23T19:58:00.000-06:002006-01-23T20:00:11.383-06:00[putting new brakes on emily's bicylce]emily's dad: there's too much metal here. you see, the brake pads are touching. you'll be hard-pressed to press the pedals.emily: therein lies the rub!emily oi!http://www.blogger.com/profile/18174247639136095662noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5901641.post-1135728476536873812005-12-27T18:06:00.000-06:002005-12-27T18:07:56.546-06:00russell: ...let's ask emily.lance: hey, emily!emily: yeah?lance does the SWAT team take care of problems in the no-fly zone?emily: AAAAAAHHHHH!!!emily oi!http://www.blogger.com/profile/18174247639136095662noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5901641.post-1133471425164958652005-12-01T15:05:00.000-06:002005-12-01T15:10:25.166-06:00dan: hi, i'll have a bowl of the lentil soup please.iranian guy at espresso 22: sorry, i'm all out. i have potato.dan: i see. is the potato soup vegetarian as well?guy: if you want i can cut my finger off and put it in the soup! no, just kidding! it is vegetarian.danhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01236633299807980360noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5901641.post-1133471142882354922005-12-01T15:01:00.000-06:002005-12-01T15:05:42.893-06:00dave: i don't know if i want to study abroad for a whole year. i mean, that's a long time away from school. what if that's the year i'm going to meet my future wife?classmate: what if your future wife's abroad?dave: what if my future wife's a broad‽danhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01236633299807980360noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5901641.post-1127794489667223692005-09-26T23:12:00.000-05:002005-09-26T23:14:49.666-05:00emily: wanna know what my brother and lance bought at the shoutpost?dan: raisins?emily: seitan jerky!dan: oohdan: "damned good"dan: "hellishly scrumptious"danhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01236633299807980360noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5901641.post-1127794226497054822005-09-26T23:08:00.000-05:002005-09-26T23:10:26.503-05:00dan: Tonight at Feast everything was apples!dan: apple pie, apple cake, apple cider, apple crisp, apples...emily: minniapples?danhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01236633299807980360noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5901641.post-1127004277298839852005-09-17T19:42:00.000-05:002005-09-17T19:44:37.303-05:00outpost manager: here's your cashier drawer. [bumps into emily] oops, sorry.emily: it's ok. i till love you.emily oi!http://www.blogger.com/profile/18174247639136095662noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5901641.post-1126371342229790372005-09-10T11:54:00.000-05:002005-09-10T11:55:42.233-05:00buying flowers at the farmers' marketfarmer: do you want a bag for those statice?emily: yes, it's an important statice-symbol.emily oi!http://www.blogger.com/profile/18174247639136095662noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5901641.post-1125707261586924772005-09-02T19:24:00.000-05:002005-09-02T19:28:32.006-05:00emily's dad: your mom and i have to go to alverno to buy the book for the spanish class we're going to take. and while we're there we might as well buy sweatshirts, keychains, flip-flops, binders, and anything else that says "alverno" on it. we could even buy a... a... you know, those traingle things*... [makes waving motion]emily's mom: penance?emily: well, it is a catholic school.*i guess thisemily oi!http://www.blogger.com/profile/18174247639136095662noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5901641.post-1124563650878792262005-08-20T13:45:00.000-05:002005-08-20T13:47:30.883-05:00emily: i heard about a girl who kept fish in her sink, but one day there was too much chlorine in the water and it died.general chorus: oh, that's awful!emily's mom: i guess it was a bleached whale.emily oi!http://www.blogger.com/profile/18174247639136095662noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5901641.post-1122669005143033952005-07-29T15:28:00.000-05:002005-07-29T15:30:05.143-05:00talking with joe after his stellar guitar/vocals performance at louhelen baha'i schoolemily: joe! that was amazing!joe: yeah, i'd just like to know what it sounds like when i don't feel like i'm going to piss my pants.emily oi!http://www.blogger.com/profile/18174247639136095662noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5901641.post-1122668861045022342005-07-29T15:26:00.000-05:002005-07-29T15:27:41.050-05:00emily and her mother watch in awe as a man whizzes by on his motorcycle, both hands in the airmother: i wonder if he's going to german fest. that looks like a germanic thing to do.emily: or just regular-manic.mother: at least he's wearing a helmet.emily oi!http://www.blogger.com/profile/18174247639136095662noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5901641.post-1093294687681992212004-08-23T15:54:00.000-05:002004-08-23T16:00:30.900-05:00emily: ugh, i think i'm going to barf my guts out.
yuri: (speaking slow, careful english) barf? what is barf?
emily: barf. vomitar.
yuri: ah, gust your butt off.
emily: not exactly.emily oi!http://www.blogger.com/profile/18174247639136095662noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5901641.post-1093294427049059082004-08-23T15:48:00.000-05:002004-08-23T15:53:47.050-05:00emily: what an insulting thing to say, dan!*
dan: i'm sorry..
emily: no, no. i'll just talk to john, who always gives me positive feedback.
john: whatever you say, retard.emily oi!http://www.blogger.com/profile/18174247639136095662noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5901641.post-1091428305134672272004-08-02T01:28:00.000-05:002004-08-02T01:31:45.133-05:00kelsey *: hey danny! we could play kick-ball at your party!
dan: that'd be ok.
kelsey: but i want to be on a team with emily.
emily: on team cool?!
kelsey: yeah, team cool! i don't want to get stuck on team zoller again.
*dan's younger sister
emily oi!http://www.blogger.com/profile/18174247639136095662noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5901641.post-1090940332831734952004-07-27T09:52:00.000-05:002004-07-27T12:13:27.673-05:00[talking on the phone, late at night]
emily: this probably won't be a very good conversation.. i'm so tired, and it'll only get worse. i'm starting to see dream-hallucinations.
dan: what are you seeing now?
emily: a bowling ball chasing men on horseback. a giant bowling ball.
dan: with teeth?
emily: no, don't be silly.emily oi!http://www.blogger.com/profile/18174247639136095662noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5901641.post-1090118468942197002004-07-17T21:38:00.000-05:002004-07-17T21:41:08.943-05:00emily: want something to eat?
dan: how about some cold pheasant?
emily: what's that you say? cold peasant?
emily: [in cockney accent] please sir! don't eat me! [shivers violently]
emily oi!http://www.blogger.com/profile/18174247639136095662noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5901641.post-1089597036875967622004-07-11T20:49:00.000-05:002004-07-11T21:52:43.860-05:00walking down the street
emily: i wonder what i have to do to cast an abstentee ballad.
dan: an absentee ballad? don't you mean..
emily: [sings loudly, passionately] i miss yooooouuuu, and i wish you were heeeereeee...
dan: emily! there are people behind us!
emily: i guess i'd have to register with the american idol embassy. heh, sorry.emily oi!http://www.blogger.com/profile/18174247639136095662noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5901641.post-1089346508806772562004-07-08T23:13:00.000-05:002004-07-08T23:15:08.806-05:00dan: [eats a cheese curd]
emily: you know dan, as delicious as dairy products are, they have no fiber at all. you should really have some broccoli. it's a good source of iron, too! and if you're not eating meat, you need to compensate.
dan: whatever. i'll just eat a magnet.emily oi!http://www.blogger.com/profile/18174247639136095662noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5901641.post-1089261605473073702004-07-07T23:26:00.000-05:002004-07-07T23:40:05.473-05:00emily: i don't want to play any more board games.
omar: i only want to play if the stakes are death.
emily: i don't know about death, but i can make them rare.
omar: well-done, emily.
emily: one more pun like that, and i'll be serving you bloody.
omar: i want to make sure i steer clear of that.
emily: let's just sit down and chew the fat.emily oi!http://www.blogger.com/profile/18174247639136095662noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5901641.post-1089079762582325562004-07-05T21:06:00.000-05:002004-07-05T21:09:22.623-05:00quiz bowl judge: spelling is not important on the group sheets, as long as we understand what you mean.
quiz bowler: what about foreign language words?
quiz bowl judge: world language spelling must be exact, including accents.
dan b-p: stress! stress! stress!emily oi!http://www.blogger.com/profile/18174247639136095662noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5901641.post-1087358866611025052004-06-15T23:06:00.000-05:002004-06-16T00:23:02.986-05:00omar: hey, where were you?
emily: i was donating platelets at the blood center.
omar: how do you feel?
emily: drained.
...
emily: hey, where'd you go?
omar: oh, i had to run to the bathroom.
emily: are you ok?
omar: i'm fine, just a little drained.emily oi!http://www.blogger.com/profile/18174247639136095662noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5901641.post-1086066955880671352004-06-01T00:14:00.000-05:002004-06-01T00:15:55.880-05:00allie: mm, this internet is so fast
dan: at a hotel?
allie: yeah, the comfort inn in rapid city
allie: frankly the last place i would expect to find free high speed internet
dan: haha!
allie: oh!
allie: rapid city! i didn't even realize that!danhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01236633299807980360noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5901641.post-1084684631543103792004-05-16T00:13:00.000-05:002004-05-16T00:17:57.653-05:00advance apology to unitarain universalists...
eva: ...you never realize that this state has an accent until you start talking to people from sheboygan.
sam: i wish we could just separate ourselves from it.
emily: we could secede and become the state of milwaukee!
sam: hey, if rhode island can do it, why can't we?
emily: i think we'd need some kind of religious movement.
sam: oh, right.
emily: i emily oi!http://www.blogger.com/profile/18174247639136095662noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5901641.post-1084409421669347242004-05-12T19:19:00.000-05:002004-05-12T19:50:21.670-05:00dan: maybe we can combine my graduation party with independence day festivities.
emily: your family likes combinations, don't they? i find it probable.
dan: we prefer permutations.
emily: that explains your brother.emily oi!http://www.blogger.com/profile/18174247639136095662noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5901641.post-1084406309042713812004-05-12T18:56:00.000-05:002004-05-12T18:58:29.043-05:00on the IB history exam, an excerpt from a paper one document, a biography of mao
excerpt: ...many capitalists turned Red when they felt threatened...
emily: i always turn red when i feel threatened. and when i run, too.emily oi!http://www.blogger.com/profile/18174247639136095662noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5901641.post-108440616475602572004-05-12T18:54:00.000-05:002004-05-12T18:56:04.756-05:00allie: i am in such a french mood today.
emily: i am in such a spanish mood today.
emily: there must be romance in the air.emily oi!http://www.blogger.com/profile/18174247639136095662noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5901641.post-1084241734615145792004-05-10T21:14:00.000-05:002004-05-10T21:15:34.616-05:00allie: oh my goodness.
allie: my neighbors are alien communists.
dan: Workers of the Universe Unite!danhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01236633299807980360noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5901641.post-1083383472216320262004-04-30T22:51:00.000-05:002004-04-30T22:55:30.903-05:00coach gal: (calling roll) ryan greuel?
ryan: here.
gal: are you related to dan greuel?
ryan: yeah.
gal: do you play baseball?
ryan: no.
gal: neither does he.emily oi!http://www.blogger.com/profile/18174247639136095662noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5901641.post-1082596947798756462004-04-21T20:19:00.000-05:002004-04-21T20:26:34.483-05:00mr. wagner: so, it's very important that if you see standing water, you do not go in it.
student: why?
mr wagner: number one, if there is lightning, you can get electrocuted. number two, (no pun intended), the water probably won't be very sanitary.
dan: eww!danhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01236633299807980360noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5901641.post-1082505789022597542004-04-20T19:02:00.000-05:002004-04-20T19:07:14.436-05:00mr. long: if foreign prices go up you are more likely to buy things made in...
class: China!danhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01236633299807980360noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5901641.post-1082000398899209972004-04-14T22:39:00.000-05:002004-04-14T22:43:55.903-05:00on a television show called "i want a famous face", about people who get loads of cosmetic surgery performed
girl who had just had hair line lowered, brow bone shaved, nose done, and breasts enlarged to looke like j-lo: i didn't want my boobs to be too big, because j-lo is so, you know, natural.emily oi!http://www.blogger.com/profile/18174247639136095662noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5901641.post-1081787035116892362004-04-12T11:20:00.000-05:002004-04-12T11:27:48.810-05:00aunt donna: it's getting hot in here...
dan's dad: why is that TV so loud in there?
dan: well, temperature and volume are directly proportional.danhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01236633299807980360noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5901641.post-1081528139867410022004-04-09T11:28:00.000-05:002004-04-09T11:32:49.356-05:00emily: i finished priming my room.
dan: that was fast!
emily: that's because paint prime is speed!!emily oi!http://www.blogger.com/profile/18174247639136095662noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5901641.post-1081474225676675232004-04-08T20:30:00.000-05:002004-04-08T20:34:14.436-05:00emily: you're like a less-powerful version of vladimir putin!
mr long: are you calling me a tin-pot dictator?
emily: better than a des-pot dictator!emily oi!http://www.blogger.com/profile/18174247639136095662noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5901641.post-1080876969324432062004-04-01T21:36:00.000-06:002004-04-01T21:39:48.496-06:00emily's mom: i got my walking cast on today, and i thought that things would be better... but i realize now that it's just a step.
emily: *smile*emily oi!http://www.blogger.com/profile/18174247639136095662noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5901641.post-1080865227755570942004-04-01T18:20:00.000-06:002004-04-01T18:24:37.360-06:00npr guy: ... found the arm-bone of what may have been an important link between water- and land-dwelling creatures. theoretical constructions of the creature show that it may have been five feet long, and had enormous arm strength, as if it were made for doing push ups.
emily's dad: it must have been a marine animal.
emily: ahhh! let me out of the car! this is too much! too much!emily oi!http://www.blogger.com/profile/18174247639136095662noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5901641.post-1080865039339622362004-04-01T18:17:00.000-06:002004-04-01T18:20:58.500-06:00mr kroncke: ... so the unification of korea would necessarily entail the fall of the north korean regime. and they just weren't going to stand for that.
emily: !
(i am apparently the only person who finds this funny.)emily oi!http://www.blogger.com/profile/18174247639136095662noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5901641.post-1080017180639614962004-03-22T22:44:00.000-06:002004-03-22T22:49:45.873-06:00ms. bussey: so, if we were actually doing this experiment, we would want to have someone else shuffle the deck...an independent.
dan b-p: ralph nader?danhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01236633299807980360noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5901641.post-1079930973381028952004-03-21T22:46:00.000-06:002004-03-21T22:52:57.186-06:00emily's mom: that was the best Naw-Rúz presentation I haft ever sinn!danhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01236633299807980360noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5901641.post-1079843544516964122004-03-20T22:32:00.000-06:002004-03-20T22:35:47.170-06:00while playing apples to apples, a word association game...
andrew: the word is hostile..
liz's card: "the universe"
andrew: i don't really know about that, i consider the universe more *elegant* than hostile.
becky l: what about the aliens everywhere trying to kill you?
andrew: and what aliens are those?
liz: the french!emily oi!http://www.blogger.com/profile/18174247639136095662noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5901641.post-1079140993538942802004-03-12T19:20:00.000-06:002004-03-12T19:26:25.280-06:00mr. zeise: and, well, at that age I had, like, Avogradro's number of zits on my face...
dan: ha! you had a mole on your face!danhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01236633299807980360noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5901641.post-1079140502280507402004-03-12T19:15:00.000-06:002004-03-12T19:18:26.373-06:00mr zeise: i had this one teacher at uwm who was such a hippie..
mr zeise: oh, i probably shouldn't say that, i might be offending someone.
peter: environmentalist, mr zeise. environmentalist.emily oi!http://www.blogger.com/profile/18174247639136095662noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5901641.post-1079066461752699392004-03-11T22:38:00.000-06:002004-03-11T22:44:11.966-06:00emily: know what i heart?
dan: what?
emily: scholarchips.
dan: mmm
dan: i hear they're good with scholardips.
emily: mmm
dan: or fafsalsa.
emily: hahahahahaadanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01236633299807980360noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5901641.post-1079007495185209272004-03-11T06:18:00.000-06:002004-03-11T06:21:24.793-06:00emily: what does hannibal lechter drink at christmas?
mr dolence: oh... my son had another answer to this joke..
emily: leg nog?
mr dolence: no... oh, right, bloody maries.
emily: eh.
mr dolence: ok, so what was yours?
emily: i told you already: leg nog!
mr dolence: oh, i thought that was just a prelim(b).
both: !emily oi!http://www.blogger.com/profile/18174247639136095662noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5901641.post-1079007305988717102004-03-11T06:15:00.000-06:002004-03-11T06:18:15.640-06:00courtney: (talking about a video game) so i was in the kitchen, and dude followed me! so i picked up this chicken on the counter and spun around and cold-cocked him!
emily: hahahaa!
courtney: hey, that is kinda funny!emily oi!http://www.blogger.com/profile/18174247639136095662noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5901641.post-1078895509449872012004-03-09T23:10:00.000-06:002004-03-09T23:14:57.466-06:00emily: que sueño tengo.
dan: quieres una siesta?
emily: sí! ésta.danhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01236633299807980360noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5901641.post-1078895412684690942004-03-09T23:09:00.000-06:002004-03-11T06:18:45.233-06:00mr. zeise: because, you know, the graduation gown hides at least 100 pounds.
emily: oh no! you won't even be able to see carla klinger!danhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01236633299807980360noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5901641.post-1076873889674157612004-02-15T13:38:00.000-06:002004-02-15T13:40:45.106-06:00jerry j: what's your last name?
dan: greuel.
jerry j: what? royal?
dan: no, greuel.
jerry j: oh, greuel! well, i remember it by thinking of "royal" and imagine a crown on your head... it will be very regal.
dan: *smile*
jerry j: oh no, i hope i don't start calling you dan gregal!emily oi!http://www.blogger.com/profile/18174247639136095662noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5901641.post-1076737245251637282004-02-13T23:40:00.000-06:002004-02-13T23:43:18.436-06:00fortune cookie: for someone to fall in love with you, you need to give them something to trip on.
dan b-p: ...like acid.emily oi!http://www.blogger.com/profile/18174247639136095662noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5901641.post-1076049197774235032004-02-06T00:33:00.000-06:002004-02-06T00:35:40.060-06:00micaiah: (watching mr. dolence sleep the yo-yo) look at it go!
courtney smith: that yo-yo's not asleep, it's in a coma!
mr. dolence: i guess i've got a knack for putting things to sleep.emily oi!http://www.blogger.com/profile/18174247639136095662noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5901641.post-1076029027371011712004-02-05T18:57:00.000-06:002004-02-05T18:59:28.996-06:00mr. dolence: they say there's going to be seven inches of snow tonight, so be prepared to stay home tomorrow!
jessica: it won't be a problem. i'm used to seven inches.
emily: !!emily oi!http://www.blogger.com/profile/18174247639136095662noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5901641.post-1076028954399930132004-02-05T18:55:00.000-06:002004-02-05T18:58:16.046-06:00courtney smith: (showing off his biceps) look at this rock!
emily: that rock must be volcanic, because i see a lot of ash!
(this rib got the only ever score of 10 on courtney's shat-o-meter.)emily oi!http://www.blogger.com/profile/18174247639136095662noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5901641.post-1076028867817197002004-02-05T18:54:00.000-06:002004-02-05T18:56:49.483-06:00micaiah: let's have a yo-yo contest. my first trick is walking the dog.
courtney smith: i can top that. i'm going to C-WALK the dog! emily oi!http://www.blogger.com/profile/18174247639136095662noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5901641.post-1076028786584713952004-02-05T18:53:00.000-06:002004-02-05T18:55:28.263-06:00ms. zimmerman: (looking a photograph of mr. kroncke) oh, are you doing a self-portrait of mr. kroncke? i mean..
emily: I WISH!emily oi!http://www.blogger.com/profile/18174247639136095662noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5901641.post-1076028744312490982004-02-05T18:52:00.000-06:002004-02-05T18:54:45.996-06:00mrs miller: (looking a photograph of mr. kroncke) he looks like a bad-ass, but he's really just a big softie.
emily: literally AND figuratively!emily oi!http://www.blogger.com/profile/18174247639136095662noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5901641.post-1075870058299113192004-02-03T22:47:00.000-06:002004-02-03T22:51:33.500-06:00emily: i am done with my extended essay!
OH WAIT, THAT'S NOT FUNNY. IT'S TRUE!emily oi!http://www.blogger.com/profile/18174247639136095662noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5901641.post-1075248735036368092004-01-27T18:12:00.000-06:002004-01-27T18:14:24.936-06:00ms. zimmerman: ok, pair up! this'll only take eight minutes!
somebody: this is just like sex!emily oi!http://www.blogger.com/profile/18174247639136095662noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5901641.post-1074215426014098112004-01-15T19:10:00.000-06:002004-01-15T19:12:19.500-06:00emily: mrs. miller doesn't mean anything! we should just call her mrs. filler!emily oi!http://www.blogger.com/profile/18174247639136095662noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5901641.post-1073782788427229172004-01-10T18:58:00.000-06:002004-01-10T19:00:09.230-06:00mike: they haven't been successful in nearly two decades!
dan b-p: just like me!danhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01236633299807980360noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5901641.post-1073712690834505922004-01-09T23:30:00.000-06:002004-01-09T23:31:51.016-06:00dan: ahh, those pears really reanjouvenated me.danhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01236633299807980360noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5901641.post-1073519963166741392004-01-07T17:59:00.000-06:002004-01-07T17:59:43.156-06:00not emily: it's obvious that your pen hasn't been circumsized.
not dan: !emily oi!http://www.blogger.com/profile/18174247639136095662noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5901641.post-1073337930990620302004-01-05T15:25:00.000-06:002004-01-05T19:23:13.176-06:00courtney smith: i got two classes in the same room, sociology and anesthetics*!
emily: courtney, anesthetics are things that put you to sleep.
courtney smith: yeah, that's the right class.
...
*the course offered at rufus king is called aesthetics.emily oi!http://www.blogger.com/profile/18174247639136095662noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5901641.post-1072425290444314282003-12-26T01:52:00.000-06:002003-12-26T01:55:06.306-06:00aunt andrea: (admiring new television set) wow...that looks so sharp!
dan: no, no...Toshiba.danhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01236633299807980360noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5901641.post-1071718915355483862003-12-17T21:41:00.000-06:002003-12-17T21:42:09.286-06:00dan: did he sign it?
emily: naw man, i ain't got that kind of money.. at least, not since this swear jar shit started.
emily: dang! that's another cent!emily oi!http://www.blogger.com/profile/18174247639136095662noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5901641.post-1071718756702026092003-12-17T21:39:00.000-06:002003-12-17T21:39:30.663-06:00emily: you know, if you really wanted to, you could sign my extended essay sheet anyways.
mr. long: what, and purger myself? sure i will, for two million dollars!
emily: two million american?
mr. long: only a king kid would ask that...emily oi!http://www.blogger.com/profile/18174247639136095662noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5901641.post-1071623219411175302003-12-16T19:06:00.000-06:002003-12-16T19:07:13.513-06:00courtney smith: i wanted to give blood, but my dad said no!
rashida: why?
courtney smith: he said, "you gonna die with everything i put in you!"emily oi!http://www.blogger.com/profile/18174247639136095662noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5901641.post-1071529553882549042003-12-15T17:04:00.000-06:002003-12-15T17:06:07.710-06:00dan: aww, this park is so full of dog feces*
emily: that's just offal.
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*i would have used a different word here, but it would have cost me five cents.danhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01236633299807980360noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5901641.post-1071440333643830442003-12-14T16:18:00.000-06:002003-12-14T16:19:07.086-06:00dan: i really need to use the bathroom!
emily: and i really need a compliment!
dan: uh...
emily: out with it!
dan: right here?!emily oi!http://www.blogger.com/profile/18174247639136095662noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5901641.post-1071348442930457302003-12-13T14:47:00.000-06:002003-12-13T14:47:35.653-06:00bill: only the uncool kids like math.
emily: or the most cool kids.
bill: yeah, it's really a toss-up.
dan b-p: buzz!!emily oi!http://www.blogger.com/profile/18174247639136095662noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5901641.post-1071348179121108132003-12-13T14:42:00.000-06:002003-12-13T14:43:11.906-06:00dan: what os is the server running? linux? windows?
emily: my dad wants linux but russell wants microsoft.
dan: boo, what kind of dork wants microsoft?
emily: my brother!
dan: true dorks love linux.
emily: are you saying he's a weak-sauce dork?
dan: weak-sauce dork!emily oi!http://www.blogger.com/profile/18174247639136095662noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5901641.post-1071348399603744682003-12-13T14:41:00.000-06:002003-12-13T14:46:52.326-06:00emily: oh, look, it's a gingerbread family!
dan: *opens box*
dan: man, that's so many kids. they need some gingerbread family planning.danhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01236633299807980360noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5901641.post-1071015140116743632003-12-09T18:12:00.000-06:002003-12-09T18:12:32.296-06:00dan: what is the monk's favorite acid?
emily: what?
dan: ascetic acid!emily oi!http://www.blogger.com/profile/18174247639136095662noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5901641.post-1071014847279974782003-12-09T18:07:00.000-06:002003-12-09T18:07:39.533-06:00emily: i'm really glad i'm making progress on my still life.. i spent so long on those silly grapes.
russell: yeah, for a while it didn't seem like that still life was going anywhere!
emily: ha!emily oi!http://www.blogger.com/profile/18174247639136095662noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5901641.post-1070684480478029372003-12-05T22:21:00.000-06:002003-12-05T22:21:31.560-06:00at quiz bowl practice
dan b-p: the name for this african animal means "earth pig"..
emily: ground hog??
dan b-p: aardvark.
emily: ha!emily oi!http://www.blogger.com/profile/18174247639136095662noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5901641.post-1070677959306064702003-12-05T20:26:00.000-06:002003-12-05T20:32:50.330-06:00mr. zeise: .. and what actually happened is that brønsted and lowry both independently developed the same acid/base theory and it arrived at the place on the same day! so they gave them equal credit in the name.
dan: oh, well that's nice. it's better than them fighting over it...
emily: ... and dumping acid on each other!danhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01236633299807980360noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5901641.post-1070677568740847422003-12-05T20:23:00.000-06:002003-12-05T20:26:19.836-06:00mr. zeise: ... and the electrons are going around this benzene ring at .. a million miles an hour!
dan: i wonder how many laps it takes to run a mile inside a molecule... let's see, it's eight laps at morse, four laps at king..
emily: ha!danhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01236633299807980360noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5901641.post-1070249942852754332003-11-30T21:37:00.000-06:002003-11-30T21:39:52.106-06:00emily: hey, i am still the internet's favorite emily joy!
dan: mine too!
emily: ooh, what if you are the internet?
dan: that's so zen... are you logged onto me?
emily: man, i'm all up in your cyber-space.emily oi!http://www.blogger.com/profile/18174247639136095662noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5901641.post-1070249441798216672003-11-30T21:28:00.000-06:002003-11-30T21:30:51.596-06:00eating marcelled potato chips
dan: was duchamp known for doing textured art?
emily: um, no.. i don't think so... wha..
dan: you know, like.. ridges, or, ruffles..
emily: ha!!danhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01236633299807980360noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5901641.post-1069734012566048642003-11-24T22:20:00.000-06:002003-11-24T22:21:11.413-06:00omar: i come on like molasses.. slow and syrupy.
emily: that's sweet.
. . .
emily: yeah... mrs. graf offered me a lemon tree.
omar: that's sweet.emily oi!http://www.blogger.com/profile/18174247639136095662noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5901641.post-1069733842612995182003-11-24T22:17:00.000-06:002003-11-24T22:17:30.930-06:00in tok class, studying a book on zen buddhism
michael: are you touching the table, or is the table touching you?
dan: eh, i'd say it's a mutual touching.
michael and julia: oooh, he's a zen master.
michael: do you see the mountian, or does the mountain see you?
dan: i don't see no damn mountain!
the bell sounds
emily: ... don't forget, i won't be here tomorrow!
michael: i'll miss you!
emily: see emily oi!http://www.blogger.com/profile/18174247639136095662noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5901641.post-1069377094475298082003-11-20T19:11:00.000-06:002003-11-20T19:11:41.683-06:00dan: wanna get mooried?
emily: what, you mean tie the knot?emily oi!http://www.blogger.com/profile/18174247639136095662noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5901641.post-1069299271966883552003-11-19T21:30:00.000-06:002003-11-19T21:35:08.663-06:00emily: i love juanes! he is my favorite!
dan: *reads website* oh man...he won so many grammies.
emily: yeah...he's pretty popular.
dan: oh, wait...are these real grammies? oh...no. latin grammies.
emily: punk! don't diminish the accomplishments of my juanes!danhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01236633299807980360noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5901641.post-1069286257220087282003-11-19T17:57:00.000-06:002003-11-19T17:57:43.503-06:00da: hey, are the math studies and calculus ib exams the same?
emily: no, why?
da: coz i wanna drop this class and bring my gpa back up!
emily: you would sacrifice your higher mathematical education for a meaningless number?
bill: .. sacrifice some meaningless numbers for... some more meaningless numbers? *smile*emily oi!http://www.blogger.com/profile/18174247639136095662noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5901641.post-1068785320344191952003-11-13T22:47:00.000-06:002003-11-13T22:48:45.523-06:00dan: i'd be glad to have you for dinner.
dan: come on over.
emily: waitwait
emily: are you going to have me over for dinner, or have me for dinner?
dan: ahh, ambiguity.
dan: ;)
emily: who are you, nathaniel hawthorne or something??
dan: nathdaniel hawthorne.danhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01236633299807980360noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5901641.post-1068521881681650452003-11-10T21:37:00.000-06:002003-11-10T21:42:42.456-06:00dude: aww, look.. they have matching ugly hats!danhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01236633299807980360noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5901641.post-1068436332164736552003-11-09T21:51:00.000-06:002003-11-09T21:52:16.086-06:00dan: oh man, shaving took so much time and effort.
dan: my dad's electric razor is broken,
emily: aww
dan: so i had to use a manual.
dan: and it was in japanese!danhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01236633299807980360noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5901641.post-1068422192628145892003-11-09T17:56:00.000-06:002003-11-09T18:06:04.370-06:00kia: all the clerics hung out it qum. and, while they were outwardly very devote, really they were corrupt. they were hypocrits.
emily: so, was qum their hypo-crib?emily oi!http://www.blogger.com/profile/18174247639136095662noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5901641.post-1068166718798473522003-11-06T18:58:00.000-06:002003-11-06T18:59:28.740-06:00emily: yesterday, when i got home, i took a three hour nap. it was absurd!
allie: aww, i wish i could have a three hour nap.. oh wait! chemistry, history and math. heh.emily oi!http://www.blogger.com/profile/18174247639136095662noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5901641.post-1068120456719714182003-11-06T06:07:00.000-06:002003-11-06T06:07:57.146-06:00emily: hey, did you like my pita bread? i hope it tasted all right after being in your pocket.
omar: oh yeah, it was wonderful.
emily: have you got flour in your jeans?
omar: yes.. now my children will be especially good in baking recipes.
emily: in recipes?
omar: yeah, because of the flour in their genes.emily oi!http://www.blogger.com/profile/18174247639136095662noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5901641.post-1068120330695203622003-11-06T06:05:00.000-06:002003-11-06T06:08:52.863-06:00mr dolence: ... and one of the functions of the integumentary system is to get rid of metabolic wastes. for instance, if a person eats a lot of garlic, after a time he will begin to smell like garlic as those chemicals come out through his skin.
student: what if a person eats a lot of chicken?
micaiah: then they'll smell like everything.emily oi!http://www.blogger.com/profile/18174247639136095662noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5901641.post-1067833027952104432003-11-02T22:17:00.000-06:002003-11-02T22:17:10.573-06:00russell: yeah, so now i've got all this extra space and i don't know what to do with it.
emily: well, you could lay down some sand and make a zen garden.
dad: or a volley ball court!emily oi!http://www.blogger.com/profile/18174247639136095662noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5901641.post-1067747845749265892003-11-01T22:34:00.000-06:002003-11-01T22:52:29.073-06:00emily: what is your dog eating over there?
dan: it's grape bubble gum!
dan: hm.. want some ABCD* gum?
emily: *laughs* eww.
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* (Already Been Chewed by a Dog)danhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01236633299807980360noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5901641.post-1067737459352389342003-11-01T19:41:00.000-06:002003-11-01T19:44:21.483-06:00emily: oh dan, do you know what we missed?
dan: what?
emily: Choctoberfest!
dan: oh man, we sure did.
emily: maybe there will be one next year.
dan: are there baskin-robbinses in el salvador?
emily: no. there's a nevaria..
dan: so, do they have Choctubrefest?
emily: guuuaaaaag!emily oi!http://www.blogger.com/profile/18174247639136095662noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5901641.post-1067724581282258232003-11-01T16:07:00.000-06:002003-11-01T16:09:43.680-06:00emily: wouldn't it be frightening to have a squirrel in your pocket?
dan: *laughing* yes! that would be frightening. and that was possibly the best squirrel simulation, ever.danhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01236633299807980360noreply@blogger.com