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labile \LAY-byl\, adjective:
1. Open to change; apt or likely to change; adaptable.
2. Constantly or readily undergoing chemical, physical, or biological change or breakdown; unstable.

This sounds like something used on House. In fact, it probably has been.

Can a person be labile? I'd like to be open to change. I'd like to be adaptable.
I'd like change in my life. Maybe I need to be the one to make the change.

...and as much as I'd hate to say it, I think to change my life I'd have to cut concerts out of it.
It's all bullshit now anyway.

Yes, yes I know. I'm bad at this.

susurrus \su-SUHR-uhs\, noun:
A whispering or rustling sound; a murmur.

This is definitely something my roommate knows nothing about.
Every day, I swear, I come home to her yelling into her phone about one thing or another. OR she comes home yelling into her phone about one thing or another!
It. Never. Ends!

Honestly, who is she talking to at 3 in the afternoon til 2 in the morning? WHOEVER IT IS, PLEASE FUCK OFF AND DIE.
Though not really because death is sad...so at the very least, stop answering her calls.

I can't wait until she moves out. THEN the memory of her voice will be nothing but a susurrus.

I'm bad at this.

scintilla \sin-TIL-uh\, noun:
A tiny or scarcely detectable amount; the slightest particle; a trace; a spark.

Interesting. I don't believe I've heard this word in years.
And to be quite honest, the first thing I thought of when I saw it was "chinchilla." NO IDEA WHY.

Ugh I should not be awake at this hour.

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martial \MAHR-shuhl\, adjective:
suitable or used for war; warlike

Interesting. Two days in a row VIOLENT words.
I'm not that much of a violent person, am I?

...don't answer that.

Late, again.

parry \PAR-ee\, verb, noun:
1. to ward off; turn aside (as a thrust or weapon)

noun:
1. the act of warding off

Hmm. I don't know that I can think of anything pertaining to this.

Oh...wait. Maybe the ring I started wearing on that finger. Everyone kept asking if my boyfriend gave it to me but I made it during senior year in Studio Art.

I just like wearing it on that finger because it's fun to see the double-takes.

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temerity \tuh-MER-uh-tee\, noun:
Unreasonable or foolhardy contempt of danger; rashness.

...what do I do that isn't inspired by a foolhardy contempt of danger?

I'm reckless as hell.

Most recent example: running a red light in Bumfuck, Ontario.
Nearly killed Ciara in the process since another car was actually using the intersection correctly.
Whoops?

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acute \uh-KYOOT\, adjective:
1. acting keenly on the senses; sharp
2. quick in discernment; drawing fine distinctions
3. of an angle, less than 90 degrees
4. happening quickly, briefly, and severely

I am far from acute. I miss everything all the time.

Though I can't lie, the first thing I thought of was "a cute" and that just made me think of how many times I've been called "cute" in the last two weeks. I'm such a dork.

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sanguine \SANG-gwin\, adjective, noun;
Also used as a noun, red iron-oxide crayon used in making drawings:
1. cheerfully optimistic, hopeful, or confident
2. reddish; ruddy
3. (in old physiology) having blood as the predominating humor and consequently being ruddy-faced, cheerful, etc.
4. blood-red; red
5. Heraldry. a reddish-purple tincture.

I would hope that most of the time I'm cheerfully optimistic.

Actually, that's a bit of a lie. I'm a horrible pessimist.

Whoops.

lampoon \lam-POON\, noun, verb:
1. a composition that imitates or misrepresents someone's style, usually in a humorous way
2. a light, good-humored satire

verb:
1. ridicule with satire

This seems like all me and my friends ever do.

Like when Tiffany, Ciara and I were chilling in Starbucks with Neil from Kiros. We all were badmouthing his band because we could. Because we love them enough to do so.

Not nearly on time.

pedant \PED-nt\, noun:
a person who makes a show of detailed knowledge, esp. relying on books; also, a narrow-minded teacher or scholar

I'm sure I know a lot of pedants.
Practically everyone in college is a pedant.

I'm probably one of them most of the time. Woe is me.

Missed it again.

hidebound \HAHYD-bound\, adjective:
narrow-minded and stubborn

I may not be narrow-minded, but I am sure as hell stubborn.
What's a girl to do?

forty-eight degrees fahrenheit

declaim \di-KLEYM\, verb:
to orate; to speak in a loud and emotional manner

I think it's safe to say that I have a serious fear of public speaking, aka I do not like to declaim.
I don't know why, I just get super, super nervous every time I have to speak in class and other situations like that.

But if I'm at a concert or around friends, I never shut up.
What the hell?!

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openhanded \OH-puhn-HAN-did\, adjective:
1. giving freely; generous
2. done with an open hand

Hmm...I don't know of any openhanded gestures I've done lately.
I thought about washing all the dishes in the sink earlier...but I've done that like 4 times now and nobody seems to notice.

Who knows. People are lame.

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peculate \PEK-yuh-leyt\, verb:
to steal money or goods entrusted to one; embezzle

Hmm. I haven't stolen money from anyone in a while.
...that sounds bad. Oh well.

I don't know if this counts, but today I went back to CowPok and they're the place that gave me my lip ring for free without knowing it.
I love that place so much that I don't even care that I technically stole a piercing.
It can't be my fault! They're the ones who forgot to charge me!

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beseech \bi-SEECH\, verb;
beseech, besought or beseeched, beseeching:
to ask earnestly; implore

That reminds me. I need to beseech two of my professors to let me take my finals early.
Blehhh I keep avoiding it. I'm such a slacker.

At least it's not my Philosophy professor. I think I'd flip shit on him if he didn't let me.

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nocuous \NOK-yoo-uhs\, adjective:
very hurtful; noxious

I'm quite happy to say that there are very few nocuous things in my life.
The only thing at the moment that I can think of would be my past experiences with the opposite sex. Yikes.

A very, very nocuous 2 1/2 year relationship I definitely could've gone without.

Anyway! Recovering from this weekend should be a fun task today.
While "studying" for my Philosophy exam. Bleh.

CHEATING BUT OH WELL.

hermetic \hur-MET-ik\, adjective:
1. closed tightly; airtight
2. obscure; magical

I wasn't going to post this since I missed the day, but when I looked up the word I couldn't let it go by.

I don't really know what to say about hermetic, but just the fact that it means both "airtight" and "obscure" is just so fuckin' cool.

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ellipsis \i-LIP-sis\, noun:
three dots used to show an omission in writing or printing; the omission of a word or words in text

Ha. I use ellipses all the time.
...
See? Right there!

But seriously, I do use them quite often. Most of the time while talking over some instant messenger as my only thought.
It's a good way to signal a pause, like if someone says something I'm not expecting or if I don't know how to react, I simply reply with "..." and it usually gives me a chance to think of something else to say.

So...yeah. That's about it.

forty-one degrees fahrenheit

tautological \taw-TOL-uh-guh-kuhl\, adjective:
unnecessarily or uselessly repetitive

What isn't tautological? God.
Homework sure is.

Today when I woke up I finished my Linguistics homework and it reminded me of the last 3 classes I attended.
We've been doing the same thing for the last week and a half. SO BORING.
But at least now I sort of understand what the fuck we're doing...so maybe it's a good thing.

Doing laundry is also tautological. It seems like I'm always needing to do it.
SAME WITH SHOWERING. MAN. It sucks.

Both of which I am now going to go do because I finished The Big Sleep. Weird, weird book.

thirty-six degrees fahrenheit

consternation \kon-ster-NEY-shuhn\, noun:
sudden dread or paralyzing terror

Hmm. Oh, right. I felt consternation today.
Sitting in my 18th Century Lit class when my professor handed out a reading quiz.
I didn't read the book because last night I discovered I didn't have it. Shit.

I need to get on that.

On a happier note, I didn't feel consternation during my Myth & Religions exam!
Going through those practice exams last night totally helped because a lot of the questions on those were similar to the ones on the test. Fuck yeahhh!

Tonight I intend to write. I haven't in a long time and it's sad.