thus ends the first 2 decades of my life.

the days of my youth cease to exist.

it's over.

the good old days are now but a dream.

i'm on the decline.

capitonyms.

It's been a while, faithful readers. A long while.

Amidst the craziness of Christmas shopping, studying for exams, working, and playing Dynasty Warriors on PS2 (yeah, you read that right), I have found time to update you on an important discovery that I have made.

I learned a new word today.

Did you know that, in addition to synonyms and antonyms, there are.. capitonyms?

capitonym: a word that changes its meaning (and sometimes pronunciation) when it is capitalized.

Yeah, I know. Whaaat?!

Some examples:

Nice (in France) and nice (pleasant)
Polish (from Poland) and polish (to make a surface shine)
March (the month) and march (to walk to a rhythm)
Job (from the Bible) and job (an occupation)

Awesome, isn't it?

Dear annoying Bostonians,

Just in case you've forgotten, we are in America.

In America, we walk on the right side of the street.

The right side of the escalator is for standing; the left side is for walking.

Before you shove your way onto the train, you should let the people who need to exit the train... exit the train.

Also, boys, please open the door for girls. Or at least hold it until she gets to the door instead of pretending not to see her.

Unless you have a physical ailment, please stop taking the elevator from the first floor to the second floor. You're wasting space, oxygen, and everyone else's time.

If you're going to drive 50 on the freeway, please get out of the fast lane.

And finally, when a car is speeding along at 40 miles per hour through a green light, your pedestrian rights don't matter. Get off the street and back onto the sidewalk until the white man says it's safe.

k, thanks.

my favorite thing in the world, currently.

tackiest. thing. ever.

Today, on my lovely stroll around Copley Square, I stumbled upon this abomination:




This Dunkin' Donuts was recently renovated and is now sporting some tacky, God-awful, cheap-looking, plastic door handles. If it were not for my acute addiction to caffeine, I would've made it a point to stay far, far away.

Superstar Status.

This morning, in the daily morning rush to get out of the house on time, I stubbed my toe. On the fireplace. The fireplace is brick, and it hurt. But my mom was yelling at me to hurry up, so I threw on a pair of shoes (and by threw on, I mean lovingly unlaced, put on, and relaced) and ran to the car.

I took off my shoe on the car ride, just to make sure I was OK. That's when I realized I was bleeding, and that the blood had already soaked all the way through my sock.

My first thought?

Just for today, I get to be Curt Schilling.

305.90

In the past 24 hours, I have ingested well over 300mg of caffeine (I mean... definitely more than that). It was a long day, and I've been downing coffee after coffee in a last ditch effort to stay awake. Just so happens that my professor mentioned "Caffeine Intoxication" during lecture today. That's right. It's a diagnosable disorder.

Below, I present to you the Diagnostic Criteria for Caffeine Intoxication (as stated in the DSM-IV). I've highlighted the symptoms I've experienced throughout the day.



This is probably not a good thing.