SUPPOSEDLY if you've seen over 93 movies, you have no life. Mark the ones you've seen. There are 239 movies on this list. Copy this list, put x's next to the movies you've seen, add them up and see if you have a life. Have fun! (x) Rocky Horror Picture Show (x) Grease (x) Pirates of the Caribbean (x) Pirates of the Caribbean 2: Dead Man's Chest () Boondock Saints (x) Fight Club () Starsky and Hutch (x) Neverending Story (x) Blazing Saddles (x) Airplane Total:8 (x) The Princess...

SUPPOSEDLY if you've seen over 93 movies, you have no life. Mark the ones you've seen. There are 239 movies on this list. Copy this list, put x's next to the movies you've seen, add them up and see if you have a life. Have fun! (x) Rocky Horror Picture Show (x) Grease (x) Pirates of the Caribbean (x) Pirates of the Caribbean 2: Dead Man's Chest () Boondock Saints (x) Fight Club () Starsky and Hutch (x) Neverending Story (x) Blazing Saddles (x) Airplane Total:8 (x) The Princess...

I'm not sure why, but the short story I wrote last night is not showing up in my articles, but can be found in the forum in the writing section. In an attempt to put it in my articles, I'm writing this and adding the link to "The Zombie". Have a nice day! Link -- The Zombie

She died fifteen years ago and since then, every morning has been the same. Every morning she goes through the ritual that keeps her corpse from falling apart. She wakes just before sunrise, greeting the sun with complicated moves and stretches that kept the muscles firm and limber. She moves stiffly at first, forcing pretended life through her body. Eventually, her movements come more easily and she knows she has one more day. She sits in front of the mirror. Each day, anoth...

As you may have read, I got my acceptance letter into graduate school on Friday. That was one of the happiest moments in my life. I squealed, I jumped, I did a happy dance in the middle of Old Navy. Tonight, however, is a slightly different story. It hit me first when I was talking to my dad about taking a trip to Tennessee's campus. We were trying to figure out if my parents would take the day off, or if I would. Then, dad said, "Well, maybe two days. It is a, what, 8, 9 hour trip...

The letter came today to my parents house. My mom called my cell phone to tell me I had been accepted into the Graduate program at the University of Tennessee! And, if my mom read the letter correctly, I was also given an assistantship. If she didn't read it correctly, I'm on the wait list for an assistantship... which means if someone turns theirs down, I get their spot. Either way, I'm thrilled right now. I've been waiting since December to hear about this. I GOT INTO GRADUATE SCHOO...

Quick! Name a color, a flower and a vegetable. Write down the first things that comes to mind. Don't read other people's responses first... just write down the VERY FIRST color, flower and vegetable that come to mind. Ready? Set? Go! (I'll explain what it "means" after I get some responses)

This has been, quite literally, the week from hell. And it's only Tuesday. First, I got sick on Sunday. Cold turned sinus infection and ear infection. I can't breathe, I feel as though my head is going to explode, my throat is ripped to shreds, and my lungs are filling with fluid. Ok, so it may not be that bad... but that's how I feel. Next, school is piling crap on me. I had a test on Monday, a paper due today, a test on Wednesday, a paper due Thursday and two papers due Friday. ...

I told myself that I would not blog about my ex again. To be honest, I actually promised myself that I would not talk about him, talk to him, e-mail him, look him up and even try not to think about him. However, I can't seem to get this thought out of my head, and decided that I needed to write about it. So, here goes. My ex seems to fall in and out of love very easily. I really should have known better than to get involved with him again, but I didn't think about it all that much w...

I'm taking a class on privacy right now, and we're discussing the fact that people seem very willing to "bare all", as it were, online. We tell stories about ourselves to perfect strangers that we might not tell people in our daily lives. People, especially teenagers, seem willing to tell everything and, at times, show everything. So, why do you blog? Do you feel the need to create an "online" identity? Do you enjoy sharing your life and feel safe doing so where people do not know yo...

I realized yesterday morning that I had no food to eat for breakfast. I have to have something, or I'll never make it through my classes. I ran to the convenince store across the street to buy some form of breakfast food. They didn't have much. The only thing I could find that I would eat was a box of (overly priced) Cap'n Crunch and a half gallon of milk. "I haven't eaten this stuff for years." I thought to myself. "I used to love this cereal." Now I remember why I stopped eati...

Link Husband: "Ummm, honey? I wrecked the car." Wife: "You what?!? You better have a good reason!" Husband: "Ummm, yeah. I do. I was, ah, kidnapped. Yeah, I was kidnapped. That's what happened." Or not. Apparently this man from California decided to fake his own kidnapping so he wouldn't have to tell his wife that he had wrecked her car. Something is wrong with this picture. Either she is a major B**** or he is a major Dumba$$. What do you think, JU? I'll leave th...

I know I cannot be the only person to have heard the phrase, "It's not what you said, it's how you said it" when I was a teenager. Come on, admit it. You heard it too. Problem is, I'm getting that from online communication now. My online "tone" has been heard to be short and/or rude. And now? I'm annoyed. (This is not something, btw, that I've had problems with here on JU) I work for Housing at my university. People in the CSPA program work above me. These people are graduate ...

I recently purchased what I believe to be the coolest book ever. It is called The Intellectual Devotional by David S. Kidder & Noah D. Oppenheim. This book takes you on a day by day journey into intellectual growth. Monday is for History, Tuesday is for Literature. Wednesday is devoted to the Visual Arts while Thursday concentrates on Science. The weekend begins with Music on Friday, with Philosophy on Saturday and Religion on Sunday. Tomorrow, I will learn about Hammurabi's Cod...

I have no real medical reason for doing this. It just happens every once in a while. My sugar levels drop. Plummet would be a better word. Sometimes I realize what's going on at the very beginning and I can do something about it before it gets too bad. At other times, it hits so fast that I'm shaking and bitchy before I know what's happened. The shaking is bad enough. I'm having a difficult time typing right now. The inability to focus isn't so bad. The personality shifts are sli...