Things I know about Dayl Donaldson:

1.  She is a middle aged woman who teaches in American University's School of International Service.

2. When you attempt to search for her on Google, the first site that comes up is Georgetown University's School of Nursing.  Apparently, she has offered assistance to over 25 developing nations relating to public health.

2b. When you attempt to search for her on Google Images, the search will return no results.  I would have included her image before this point.

3. She holds graduate degrees from the University of Seattle, Boston University, and Harvard University.

3b. This schooling has not helped her to relate to people very well.

4. When she begins her Intro to IR Research class, most people talk over her.  Then, once they realize they are talking over her, they shut up and don't talk again, but do draw comical pictures or complete other work.

5. Her favorite 100 countdown on VH1 is 100 Greatest 1 Hit Wonders.

5b. I made that one up.

6.  Once she was hunting wild pheasants in the woods of South Dakota when she accidentally crossed the path of famed gangster Andre Gullo.  She apparently shot and killed his favorite pet pheasant, "Mr. Squacker" from a distance of five feet, causing him to explode.  Andre vowed revenge, but Dayl quickly donned a stylish yellow jumpsuit and pulled out her trusty samaurai sword.  Dayl slay all fifteen members of Andre's gang that day, but the townspeople were so happy that instead of sending her to prison, they named the small nearby town of Pintsville, SD as Daylsville, SD, and have set aside October 3rd as a state holiday, known as "Day of Infinite Justice."

6b. While this story is true, sometimes it is grossly exaggerated by those who have merely heard the legend and haven't bothered to find out what really happened that cold autumn day.

7. She talks about decentrralization a lot.

8. She doesn't have an office to hold office hours in.

9.  She wears big necklaces that some of my friends laugh at.  But I don't.  I never laugh at Dayl Donaldson.  You might think I am writing this to get laughs, but you are wrong.  I am writing this so you can someday tell your children about Dayl, and maybe be inspired to take her great classes next semester.

10.  Dayl has been to Pakistan, Vietnam, and Haiti.

Well, until we meet again...

-Mark and Amy

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Last night, Hughes room 612 was transformed from a boring, drab room into "Fortress 612."  After many hours of hard, forced labor the room was finally made safe from enemy hordes.  This was fortunate for us because just as the finishing touches were being commpleted, a band of Mongols stampeeded down Massachusetts Ave and tried mounted an invasion.  Fortunately, the front doors to Hughes Hall were locked (hah!) and they were forced to go through McDowell Hall because they could not find a way in through the glass.  The detour allowed the last brave band of Hughes six members to esape behind the stockades.

A rumble could be heard drawing closer; they were riding up the staircase towards our floor.  We supplied ourselves with munitions located in the lounge and prepared for the worst.  A few of the horses came to a stop outside the door.  Nervous glances were exchanged as each of us wondered if this could possibly be the end.  Defiantly, Mark stood up and gave a rousing speech, rallying the troops to fight to the bitter end.  And fight we did.  The Mongols tried to overrun the room, but it was to no avail.  From our secret room inside the walls of the fortress we were able to pummel them and force them out of Hughes and into McDowell.  (This could possibly explain the foul stench.)  Hopefully, there will be no further agression today and we may be able to sign an armistice, but nothing is certain.

-From the edge of civilization, Mark and Amy

This weekend has been a whirlwind of activity.  We went down to the Smithsonian yesterday to check out the cool voting exhibit.  Unfortunately, we couldn't find it in the museum anywhere.  We looked all around the first floor, went up a level, and then went down to the basement.  We discovered a cool map of the United States on the floor which had all of the counties in the country marked.  We hurriedly rushed to our home counties and then chased all of the other families off the map.  Having secured the area, we decided that the best way to determine whether Arapahoe or Allegheny County was supreme was by taking part in an ancient ritual.  Interestingly, this ritual was not born in the United States, but far away on the Japanese islands, and is popular in the Hawaiian islands, as well.  Of course, I mean the ancient art of sumo.  A short bout ensued, and Allegheny County was determined to be the greatest couunty in the country.

After this battle, we realized that we were standing on the voting exhibit.  We wandered through the hallway, which was all the exhibit consisted of and laughed at how backwards some states' voting procedures are.  Pennsylvania and Colorado really are the two most intelligent states, and after seeing Florida's 2000 ballot, we became conviced that it is the most backwards state in the nation.  A nation that contains the state of West Virginia.  Really, Mark just ridiculed all of the states that weren't Pennsylvania for their refusal to adapt any sort of voting method that used English or was coherent.  Finally, fearing a revolt by angry museum goers, Amy dragged Mary away from the voting exhibit.

After a brief soiree at the Hard Rock Cafe, Amy and Mark went to see Napoleon Dynamite at the theater in Dupont.  We arrived late in the previews/commercials and noticed that there were few pairs of empty seats remaining in the theater.  We approached the first pair, and as we went to cross over the couple in the way to reach the seats, they began an intense session of PowerCuddling.  This made Mark feel akward and want to search for different seats, but Amy realized that it was none other than our good friends Ebie and Zach.  We sat next to them, and tried not to look at them because who wants to acknowledge people they know while on a date.  Certainly not us.

Um, that's it.

-Mark and Amy

Hello, everyone.  We're back from a long hiatus.  Don't remind us how long, because it makes us sad.  Since others seem to be doing this, why shouldn't we?  I mean, after all we started this site because other people started ones of their own too.

FIRSTS

First job: Road Kill Cleaner Upper

First screen name: Bisqueissoup22

First self purchased tape: Jay-Z's The Black Album

First funeral: Princess Diana's

First piercing/tattoo: My nose chain

First credit card: n/a

First true love: Mark and Amy, respectively

First big trip: Into a pool, off a foot.

First concert: Led Zeppelin, 1977 United States of America Tour.

First musician you remember hearing in your house: Steven Hawking, the remix edition.

LASTS

Last big car ride: When I ran from the law...and the law won.

Last kiss: Now.

Last library book checked out: Webster's English Dictionary, 1955 edition.

Last movie seen: Harem Scarem, starring Elvis Presley.  Seriously.

Last beverage drank: Water

Last food consumed: Not Lobster Bisque

Last phone call: To ask where gas lines are buried so I can proceeed with my hole to China.

Last CD played: USA for Africa

Last annoyance: Noah's Ark's plotline at Kennywood Park

Last soda drank: MelloYello

Last ice cream eaten: Orange Sherbert with Chocolate Chips

Last time scolded: In Noah's Ark at Kennywood Park for taking pictures in the mirror room.

Last shirt worn: Who wears shirts these days? 

Last website visited: www.xanga.com/zweipals

I AM alone on a dusty, desert road.  I WANT a sandwich, or perhaps some water to satisfy my thirst.  I HAVE no money and have just eaten my shoe.  I WISH that my stomach didn't hurt, so I could finish developing a private space ship.  I HATE my digestive system and those guys who just orbited the earth in a rocket.  I FEAR that I will be forced to live in a pineapple under the sea. I HEAR my conscience telling me to crawl over to the nearest rock and start barking like a dog...or do I?  I SEARCH the street for anyone who would laugh at me if I actually attempted to bark like a dog. I WONDER what dog I should imitate.  I REGRET not knowing any other dog barks, other than the characteristic sound of a beagle.  I LOVE golden retreavers, though, but none of them speak to me the way that Peanuts and Snoopy the beagle do. I ACHE in my calves, probably because I just raced some prarie dogs to this hill side I'm on....unfortunately, those were some fast puppies. I ALWAYS try my best to compete with nature's finest.  I AM NOT a quitter, but sometimes I am not up to the challenge.  I DANCE sometimes when I'm falling behind in races, hoping to confuse my opponent into joining me.  I SING when I really have no chance and have to hinder their progress. I CRY when I'm alone, or now. I AM NOT ALWAYS able to dance with wolves because sometimes I'm hungry and try to turn them into a tasty stew.  I WRITE them apology notes when I begin to feel guilty about it.  I WIN back their affection, but sometimes only with a group hug.  I LOSE my dignity, but at least nobody is around to laugh. I CONFUSE myself when I run around in circles. I NEED a compass, a map, some food, and perhaps tin foil.  I SHOULD go shopping.

Well, that's all from Pittsburgh for today.  Keep on truckin'.

-Mark and Amy

It's alright, xanga fans. Only six more days until this site has the potential to be updated. Yes, we all wish it was sooner, but I'm sure we'll make it.

From Amy