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Can tell already that my brain isn't going to shut off tonight either. Maybe I should take some preemptive kava. Don't know why my brain insists on dredging up old memories that just make me embarrassed or melancholy or both. I want Want WANT that selective memory zapper.

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Today is Prickle-Prickle, day 54 in the season of Chaos, 3168.

Ah, joyous memories of being in school. </sarcasm>

Alpha Girl

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With all the debate among professionals over girls as victims, very few people talk about this: In middle school, girls have the only power that counts at that moment, social power. These alphas -- named after the first letter in the Greek alphabet -- are the brightest stars in their constellation, defining life as the young teen knows it. They decide that American Eagle shirts are what you wear with jeans, Dasani water is what you drink at lunch, Jen is persona non grata at their lunchroom table and Brittany must ask Adam to Courtney's party.

They hang over guys at school and telephone guys at home at night, becoming increasingly direct as they get older. Girl or guy, you don't dare get in their way because they can slice you up with a word or a look. Kids both rely on and resent them, and primatologist Jane Goodall would spot them in a minute.
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gremliness is right, this is one of the best tests yet. =)

( Doctor, doctor, give me the news )