My Life...

Woooork

Sun, 30 Jul 2006 19:55:12 GMT

To this day, I cannot figure out how we got a 1000lb furnace into the back of one of our work trucks...without anybody breaking their back.

Insane.

And 120 gallon water heaters are huge! Why would you need one that big for a condo?!?

Man, the stuff I see at work...makes me want to become a minimalist.

I'm a girl, therefore I overanalyze...

Thu, 20 Jul 2006 01:23:55 GMT

So here's the situation...

Boy and girl, (who have a kind of working/flirting relationship) are at work, they go to lunch. Girl offers to pay for her part of the bill, but boy takes check and pays for both. Girl is both surprised, and a wee bit flattered.

*Fast forward a week*

It's lunch time again, and boy and girl are out eating lunch together...again, except this time, there's two more coworkers along. Bill comes, everyone reaches for money, but boy from last week tells everyone he'll pay for it. The three (2 boys and same 1 girl) are very surprised. And girl is again, a wee bit flattered. :)

So, should girl look into this more? Or is boy just being uber nice?

Oh, and damn the summer for being almost over. Where did it go!?

Working Title

Tue, 18 Jul 2006 17:50:31 GMT

Epiphanies are a strange thing.

Agh

Sun, 02 Jul 2006 02:15:42 GMT

Four Jobs I've Had: Drycleaning clerk, Wal Mart Associate (agh!), Big Y cashier and Got Junk junklady

Four Movies I Can Watch Repeatedly: Face/Off, Phantom of the Opera, Dogma, The Fugitive

Places I've Lived: San Antonio TX, Nashville TN, Pontiac MI, Windsor CT...and I guess Richmond KY?

Four TV Shows I Love: House, The New World Zorro, Farscape and CSI

Four Places I've Vacationed: San Antonio TX, San Fransisco CA, Denver CO and Myrtle Beach

Four Sites I Visit Daily: Scout.com, Televisionwithoutpity.com, YTDAW.org and yahoo mail

Four Places I Would Rather Be Right Now: Oh good question...a farm? I don't know, I'm not really that imaginative right now... CT has drained the life energy out of me and made me cray-z. So yeah, a farm...preferably with horses.

**On another totally different note...why do the females of our species (myself included) feel the need to bitch about everything?! All I'm sayin' is that in volleyball the difference between passing right and passing middle is a few feet...why make a big deal out of it?! It's not like you were passing anywhere near the middle anyways!

Fuckin' A man, I swear...do people need the drama so they just cultivate it out of the most mundane shit?

Haha cultivate...I don't know where I pull this from.

An Emotional Quandary...of sorts

Sun, 25 Jun 2006 04:09:53 GMT

You know, I hate being so practical. So pragmatic, so...too smart for my own good. At some points in time, I wish that I wasn't blessed with this wonderful Jiminy Cricket of a conscience that I have come to own. Too much thinking, too much pondering...of the now, of the future...and of everything that falls in-between.

Too much thinking that never results in me doing anything.

*sigh*

It sucks to be smart...nothing surprises you anymore. You realize how most situations will end, or that there really is no future for that certain lifepath...which then leads to wondering if the heartbreak will be worth it after all is said and done.

I guess there is only two ways to find out...jump or don't jump. It's the choice...and I really should pick one instead of sitting on the fence the entire time.

Ah well, I'm just being a bit melodramatic. Melodramatic Musings...that should have been the title to this thing...because that's all it was.

Blaaaaaaah.

(I don't update for almost a year, and this is the best I got? I know I know...I'm workin' on it!)

I could babble about how I got a $200 tennis racket for Free 99, but that would just make ya jealous... :)

Mmm...french fries

Fri, 30 Sep 2005 14:41:58 GMT

Well, Girl Potato and Boy Potato

had eyes for each other,

and finally they got married,

and had a little sweet potato,

which they called 'Yam.'

Of course, they wanted the best for Yam.

When it was time,

they told her about the facts of life.

They warned her about going out

and getting half-baked,

so she wouldn't get accidentally mashed,

and get a bad name for herself like

'Hot Potato,'

and end up with a bunch of Tater Tots.

Yam said not to worry,

no Spud would get her into

the sack and make a rotten potato out of her!

But on the other hand

she wouldn't stay home

and become a Couch Potato either.

She would get plenty of exercise

so as not to be skinny

like her Shoestring cousins.

When she went off to Europe,

Mr. and Mrs. Potato told Yam

to watch out for the hard-boiled guys from Ireland. And the greasy guys from France

called the French Fries.

And when she went out west,

to watch out for the Indians
so she wouldn't get scalloped.

Yam said she would stay on

the straight and narrow and wouldn't associate
with those high class Yukon Golds,

or the ones from the other side of the tracks

who advertise their trade

on all the trucks that say,

'Frito Lay.'

Mr. and Mrs. Potato sent Yam to Idaho P.U.

(that's Potato University)

so that when she graduated

she'd really be in the Chips.

But in spite of all they did for her,

one-day Yam came home and announced

she was going to marry
Tom Brokaw.

Tom Brokaw!

Mr. and Mrs. Potato were very upset.

They told Yam she couldn't

possibly marry Tom Brokaw

because he's just.......

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A COMMON TATER

Blah de Blah

Sat, 20 Aug 2005 20:36:10 GMT

So I'm back...from Outer Space...

Or Connecticut, depending on what story you heard...but yeah, Fall Semester has officially begun since my ass is back at Eastern. Oh yeah.

Not really looking forward to class...since I'll be in it alllllllll day...but it is nice to just go about and do my own thing without having to answer to anybody. I luv ya mom, but really.

Um, other than that, the drive sucked, Gas prices suck more...but definitely unpacking sucks the most. I LOVE climbing 3 flights of stairs over and over and over again.

So yeah, I don't really have much more to say...I feel like taking a nap now (since I can do that)...yeah...a nap sounds good...

Peace.

Manoobies are NOT attractive

Thu, 18 Aug 2005 00:25:21 GMT

I'm just posting this so I can look back later and be like "WTF?! UK plays tennis!?"

hahahahahahaha

No, no, for real, just for memories purposes...

Here's my final CT entry for awhile...I leave town tomorrow and head to Frostburg Maryland where I'll spend the night...then head to EKU on Friday...and unpack...fun is.

So yeah, where did this summer go? Oh that's right...it was lost in the humidity that made Connecticut feel like a tropical rainforest (with random ghettos placed every few miles)...what a summer to pick to do manual labor huh? I really don't remember the summers being so humid...it felt like I was still down south. Oi.

I can't really complain though...I did have a pretty good time these past three months...I worked a lot...made a good amount of money (at least I think so...it's something to build on to say the least)...I've collected furniture to outfit my future apartment (for FREE I might add)...learned life lessons in more ways than one...and I've got to see the Ritz and glamour of CT...as well as the ghettos. I'm a well rounded child now...in more ways then one (damn the free food!)

On the flipside though...I have gone completely retarded...this job required NO brain power whatsoever except for figuring out how to fit a chair/fridge/couch etc through a small doorway. Woohoo, 18 credit hours and the UWR here I come!

I'm gonna miss mah coworkers though...what a motley crew we were. Keith (who was technically my boss...but you would never know it)...the 'Valley Soldier' (he unfortunatly was orginially from Ansonia, CT...and Ansonia just plain SUCKS) who is an animal loving vegetarian who hates trees...he reminded me of the character House in a lot of ways (just without the medical knowledge) sarcastic as frell...and just when you want to bitchsmack him, he'd be cool. Then there's also his sarcastic sense of humor and cigarette addiction...as well as the slight limp he developed at some point. Gregg, meet Keith...Keith Gregg...I'm sure you'll have a lot to talk about.

Andy and Andrew were my two favorites...best friends since like age 2...(Andy's real name is John, but that's his dad's name and he doesn't want to be called that or something...so he goes by Andy his middle name...yeah, I don't know either)...these two were a hoot. Andy was the goofball who liked to listen to Big D 103 (oldies station) and sing along (It's the age of Aquarius!!) and was just a cool kid. Andrew was the flirt who asked a lot of questions...and who really didn't know anything about sports (so there went his chance...).

Matt the Marine was/is crazy and needs a new fiancee. That's all I'm sayin. And he needs to stop being crude too. I know guys are perverted, but can you keep it to yourself at least some of the time? Oh, and I swear that he thought that if he wasn't 'engaged'...that I would totally be all over him. *eye roll* Please boy...you're the same height as me, you're crude...and you smoke, and you're crazy. I'm sorry but I would have to say no...because ya know...I've got standards.

Moving on.

Franco--hilarious. He could do great impressions...and he didn't look older than me, but alas he was 23. Swear he looks like he's 17.

Chad--had crazy hair that I never saw until we stopped at his apartment one day...wait that sounds bad. Let me go back for a second...Matt and I (Matt is BFF with Chad (heh)) stopped at Chuckie's (nickname) apartment one day cuz we were bored. Lo and behold, Chad AND his hair answered the door. I never knew a ball cap could hide something like that. Chad was cool, is a contracter on the side, and I never really worked with him since he only worked on Saturdays and Mondays (and I didn't work on Mondays)...but what I garnered from our limited time together, he seemed cool.

Eric--skinny as a rail (but had nice arms I must say)...but I have to say he was the strongest pound for pound out of all of us...he seemed aight. He was funny too...came up with "Manoobies and Boy Boobii" (we were waaaay early for a job and we saw a dude with man boobs, and I made the commment that I call them "Moobs"...and blah blah blah later it became Manoobies.) Oh, and great times with the Pumpkin Loaf...

Jason--I must say, I loved him...if only he wasn't married. Heh. I'm no homewrecker dammit! But no, he was just awesome...and one of the nicest guys you'll ever meet. The Newtown Big Y will always be our place...and Mary the cart girl still makes me laugh to this day. "I Comma RETARD" would be a great movie, I'm tellin' ya. Oh, and did I mention he saved my life? Heh. Driving on the highway through Waterbury, our truck blows a rear tire and decides to skip over a couple o' lanes...thankfully Jayce got the truck under control without taking anybody out...and we puttered to the safety of the Brass Mill Mall and it's parking lot...where we got to meet "Marv" (named after the character in Sin City...I should have taken a picture of this guy, you would've agreed with me...) who changed our blowed out tire for us. Good times. (and as luck would have it, we ran into Marv on my second to last day...and I was with Jay again...so we gave him a toy Got Junk truck for his kid...which made me ask silently...'He was able to fornicate with somebody?!'

And that leaves Juan...good ol' Juan the Puerto Rican who got fired about 2 weeks before I quit. He was abrasive, sweated a LOT and was really lazy...but when he left, there was nobody to make fun of except Matt...which was kind of a downer. At least when he got the axe he didn't come and take the copper like another former employee did. I'm still not over him getting like 5 tennis rackets and a hundred tennis balls...why couldn't I have worked that job? I at least play tennis.

*grumble grumble grumble*

Ha ha, yeah I forgot to mention Paul, the owner. "Caw-Caw!" Yeah, that's all you need to know. (I'm getting really tired of typing...)

So like I said before, this was just an entry for memories keepsake...so I can look back on it in a few months and remember what I had to put up with this summer (did you notice I was the only girl?! And NO, I'm not butchy thankyouverymuch.) But they made it interesting you know? And now it's like I have 8 older bros (would have been 9 if I knew where Juan was...oh well) who'll back me up...and that's cool yo. Did I mention that like 5 of them are Italian? So one of them has to have connections...has to. Franco maybe?

Heh.

Questionaire

Mon, 06 Jun 2005 16:33:48 GMT

Nickname: K, KK, Momma, Blu Eyes, Blondi
Age: 20
Date of birth: July 9
Place of birth: San Antonio, TX
Where do you live: Windsor, CT. BLECH.

# PHYSICAL CHARACTERISTICS
Current hair colour: Blonde
Eye colour: Blue. Not gray blue...BLUE.
Do you wear hats: I am right now...and I have to wear one at work...so yeah.
Do you wear glasses/lenses: yes. love my genetics
Do you wear sunglasses: Sometimes
Braces: Not anymore!
Earrings: Nope
Tattoos: I want one...but I think it might hinder my career goals...so none at this time.
Body piercings: Nope
Do you have freckles: Yes
Height: 5'7"
Clothing style: 'beater and sweatpants...jeans and a hoodie...and some shirt with khakis. I love khakis.

# EMOTIONALLY
Do you have any hurt feelings: No
Are you in love: haha! That's funny. I think I'm incapable of that emotion.
Do you have a best friend: Yup
Who do you ask advice from: anybody?

# LIFE
Siblings/age: None. HAHA! Suckas.
School/graduation: Eastern Kentucky University. Don't laugh. I don't pay as much as y'all.
Work: Junk Removal! Haha, don't laugh, I got a free record player and a $150 piece of funiture for free. Suckas!

# ONE OR ANOTHER
Black or white: Black
Red or blue: Blue
Beer or Liqueur: Fuh, neither.
Long hair or short hair: Short hair, on guys.
Boots or shoes: Boots, I've taken a liking to them. I blame work.
Mexican or Italian food: Italian
Sunlight or shadow: sunlight
Morning or night: I like the morning right now...maybe it's cuz I see more of it since I have to get up at 6
Beach or mountains: mountains

# FAVORITES
Vehicle: Porsche Boxter
Shampoo: Herbal Essence
Perfume: Sweet Pea
Soft drink: Cherry Coke
Food: Honey Mustard Chicken.
Book: Message in a Bottle
Film: Face/Off
Bands/artist: Billy Joel
Music: anything but gangsta rap and speed metal
Actor: Bruce Willis, Russell Crowe and Sir Sean
Actress: Angelina Jolie?
Cartoon character: Bruno

# PREFERENCES
The ideal partner (physically): Taller than me, weighs more than me, would like them to be in shape...nicely defined arms are a definite plus! NO beer belly.
The ideal partner (psychologically): Don't be crazy, able to put up with me...loves football...more importantly the Colts...likes animals
The ideal place: in bed...sleeping. :)
The ideal weather: Springtime when it's 75 and dry
The ideal night: When it's 75 and dry...playing tennis!
# NOW
What are you wearing: 'beater and shorts...and hat.
Are you happy: Eh, sure.
Are you tired: One of those bored tired states.
Are you alone: yes
What are you thinking about: What else can I do with Adobe Photoshop?
What time is it: 12:27pm
What day is it: June 6th
Where are you: My room
What are you doing: Filling this out.

1. LAST MOVIE YOU SAW IN A THEATER: Oh my god...I can't remember...um...oh! Sin City
2. WHAT BOOK ARE YOU READING NOW? I'm not reading one at the moment...bad me.
3. FAVORITE BOARD GAME: Life and Trivial Pursuit
4. FAVORITE MAGAZINE: People
5. FAVORITE SMELLS: Good smelling cologne
6. COMFORT FOOD: cupcakes
7. FAVORITE SOUNDS: clippity clop
8. WORST FEELING IN THE WORLD: Guilt and humiliation
9. WHAT IS THE FIRST THING YOU THINK OF WHEN YOU WAKE UP IN THE MORNING? What time is it?
10. FAVORITE FAST FOOD PLACE: The Golden Arches
11. FUTURE CHILD'S NAME: Julian Xavier...Juuuulian. I'll annoy the hell out of him. If it's a girl...fuh, I don't know.
12. FINISH THIS STATEMENT: "IF I HAD A LOT OF MONEY, I WOULD...": Buy four cars, go to Colorado, buy land...then hire an architect to design my dream home, and then hire the contracter.
13. DO YOU DRIVE FAST? I drive at a good speed.
14. DO YOU SLEEP WITH A STUFFED ANIMAL? no
15. STORMS - COOL OR SCARY? depends, am I outside or not?
16. WHAT WAS YOUR FIRST CAR? '95 Mitsubishi Mirage
17. FAVORITE ALCOHOLIC DRINK: LIT
18. FINISH THIS STATEMENT:"IF I HAD THE TIME, I WOULD LOVE TO..": travel
19. DO YOU EAT THE STEMS OF BROCCOLI? Yes
20. IF YOU COULD DYE YOUR HAIR ANY COLOR, WHAT WOULD YOU CHOOSE? I like my own color...I hate how dye makes the hair feel.
21. GLASS HALF-EMPTY OR FULL? It's empty. I'm not that pessimistic, but really I view it as empty.
22. HOW MANY CITIES/TOWNS HAVE YOU LIVED IN? 4 (or 5 if I count Richmond)
23. FAVORITE PLACE TO RELAX: In a hamock
24. FAVORITE SPORT TO WATCH: Football Americana.
25. WHAT'S UNDER YOUR BED: You know, I don't know.
26. TOILET PAPER/PAPER TOWEL - OVER OR UNDER? over

Dammit

Mon, 23 May 2005 17:10:42 GMT

Dangit, why have I never learned to play golf?

Summer Vay-Cay week 2

Sun, 15 May 2005 22:49:28 GMT

Just a quick update as usual: I got a job...I've worked the job...and I've made money. Woo HOO too that I tell ya. I also aquired a mint condition record player...free...because of this job. It also comes with an AM/FM radio and an 8-track player...which I so need since all I listen to are 8-tracks.

Right.

But yes, a record player from like the early eighties that apparently was never used...it's awesome...now all I need is some 33s and 45s...since all I have is one (Billy Joel 52nd Street). Ebay here I come!

Not much else is going on...I'm getting fatter as the minutes tick by, this is so not cool. Damn me and my slow metabolism and hungry hungry hippo diet.

A Daily Quickie

Tue, 10 May 2005 13:55:19 GMT

So I ganked the title from ESPN...so what?

Anywho: I'm home in CT for the summer, my comp works, I have a job (wow, I'm already doing a helluva lot better then last year)...and I get to see the Cos again!

Oh and yeah, we got our grades already...frelling B in Health...haha like I should complain. The amount of effort I put into that class was zero to nil, so eh, I deserve the B. ('Least the last test didn't frell me up to bad eh?)

I at least take satisfaction in knowing that I'm done with HPRs and HEA for good. And I also take satisfaction (and am a little scared by it), that after next semester, I only need 34 credits to graduate. That's scary too me...I felt like I would be in school til the End of Days the way I was going...but no, there it is...a year and a half away. And it's slightly freaking me out.

But yeah, grades? 2 B's and 4 A's...I kicked booty (except in Health of course...but I definitely will take that B in Math considering the first result of the class haunted me until yesterday)...I got my A in Ethics (I have no idea how...goooo Human Rights!), A in Aerobic Walking (phew, I would have a hard time explaining anything lower than that), A in Social Psych (woo! I kick arse in Pyschology) and my A in Spanish...and they didn't give me my three extra credits...dammit people, I didn't stress about getting an A for my health...gimme my extra credits.

*sigh*

I'll call them later...but I'm gonna go back to being the amoeba that I was...and watch me some Farscape...because I'm a major geek...and because Ben Browder is way hott.

(Sidenote: It's Tuesday! Do you know what that means? Because I do...)

Peace. 3.58 baby! Schtick that in your pipe and smoke it.

Untitled

Wed, 27 Apr 2005 04:06:18 GMT

I really need to update this thing on a more regular basis. I feel like I need to recap months at a time every time I post...since I haven't really said what I've done this semester.

But oh well, tonite won't be the night I do that. *shrug*

I don't know if I'm just being overly dramatic...but something's changed within the past two weeks or so. I don't know if it's due to outside reasons beyond my control, or that I'm in some sort of relapse...but something has definitely changed.

I'll just focus on going home I guess.

Question and Answer Session

Sun, 24 Apr 2005 04:28:39 GMT

Because I'm bored...and hopped up on caffeine at the moment...

Who was the last person you added to your friends list and why did you add them? Erm...yeah I have no idea. I added a fellow House fan to my IM though, does that count?

• If you could add one word to the dictionary, what would it be? Titchy. Why? Well A.) Say it, it's funny (not as good as Wookie, but what are ya gonna do...)...and B.) I already have a definition...It's a combination of being 'touchy' (as in being overly sensitive to jokes made about you or something) and 'mitchy' (as in just being a biotch). Titchy. It's the new carp.

• Which are you more guilty of: celebrity crushes or online crushes? Celebrity. As evidenced by today when I couldn't say two words to profootball players. But Bob walked right behind us! That's gotta count for something right? (So what if I turned the wrong way...he walked right behind us!)

• In what way do you feel misrepresented online? I didn't know I did...Am I supposed to? Because you know, I have this amazing ability to type how I talk...so when you see acronyms...

• List three of your OCDs. If you're too much of a liar to admit you have three, make some up.
1) I have to either put stuff in chronological order, or alphabetize it...or both.
2) I am overly supersticious...and I probably just spelled that word wrong...
3) If I own a collection of something...it has to be uniform...like with my John Grisham collection...all have to be either softcover or hardcover...and the covers have to be the same artwork design...or else it bothers me to no end.

• If you were homosexual for a day, who would you gay out with? Angelina Jolie

• What does everyone else think is hot snot that you just don't see the attraction to? [F]Ugg boots. They are NOT attractive people. I don't care if a celebrity wore them...just take a look at yourselves! What the frell makes you think wearing boots with a skirt is attractive?

• If you could erase one musical style from history, what would it be? Er...none? I don't like some musical styles...but I wouldn't erase it...because other people need their weird ass music too...

• In an odd twist of fate, you are about to be blinded or deafened and you get to pick. Deaf. Everyone mumbles anyways, so it's not like you can understand anything...and I like my blue eyes!

• When it comes to physical attraction, do you prefer cuteness or hotness? Well, I'd prefer sexiness over both...but if I had to choose...I'd probably say 'hotness' since you know, one of our nicknamed boys is actually named HotBoy...and I reeeeeeallly like him. Well, I reeeeeaallly like looking at him. Because you know his aesthetic value is pretty high...("I can play that game too!")

• If you could make Dubya change one decision he's made so far in office, what would it be? (and you can't say being re-elected or running or anything smartass like that.) Fix this damn oil fiasco. Or fund some research to make a car that gets 200 miles to the gallon. This whole situation is ridiculous.

• If you had children, would you prefer them to grow up smart and miserable or dumb and happy? dumb and happy I guess...because miserable people are miserable to be around ya know? And I would look that much smarter by comparison (I'm kidding on that one...kids are a reflection of their parents...)

• What's the weirdest food that you like? I don't like weird food per se, but I like odd combinations...bagels and corn anyone? Anyone? Bueller?

• If someone would give you complete financial backing to start your own company, what type of business would you start? Un Resteraunte!! Me and Mama Lis yo. If this whole FBI thing doesn't work out...watch out.

• Would you rather be burned alive or skinned alive? Burned. Because I had to choose one and that's what eeney meeny miney moe gave me.

• If you could master two foreign languages, which would you choose? Spanish so I can get my A's...and Arabic so I can make a shitload of money from the government.

• What word or phrase makes you shudder? Bitch. It's so...harsh. Use 'mitch' or 'titchy'...because it's the new carp.

• List three pet peeves.
1. People who keep sniffiling, but don't get a tissue when one's available.
2. Fake n Bake tans. Although I won't look like a wrinkled prune when I'm 30...
3. people who talk down to you...when they're going to a Star Wars convention...what am I making that too personal?

• What wrongdoing do you find hardest to forgive? Adultery. Because...yeah...I'm not going into that.

• Complete the following statement: I feel my most prissy when...I'm wearing a turtleneck and/or black pants.

• What is your greatest life accomplishment to date? Either continuing horseback riding after almost dying...or returning to college after taking a semester off.

• Would you rather be George Washington's wig or Thomas Jefferson's wig? TJ's wig...because...because...I had to chose...and I did a report on Jefferson once...so me and him are like this...

• If you had to give up your favorite food or your favorite cd, for the rest of your life, which one would you give up? The CD, since I can always find another one...and dangit I'm a hungry hungry hippo, don't take my food away from me!

• What's your favorite palindrome? War sir is raw.

• If you could meet anyone on your friends list that you've never met, who would it be? Any one of 'em? I don't have favorite... :)

• (Optional) Smokers: Menthol or Regular? None. Don't smoke people...it's killing me.

So I'm a Little Late With this...

Thu, 21 Apr 2005 00:27:15 GMT

Like the title says... I found this news out Friday afternoon...but I got Indianapolis Colts Season Tickets!!!!!!!!

Section 339
Row 24
Seats 5 and 6

I am STOKED beyond belief...you have no idea. Even though I wish I was a couple rows down (who doesn't?), I seriously thought I was gonna get corner seats at best...but I got these. Section 339...behind the opposing bench (which means I get a front view of the Colts Bench...and I don't need the ref facing us when they call a penalty (yay for football knowledge!))...but section 339 also is on the 40 yard line. The 40 freakin' yard line! If I knew how to put pictures into my posts I do that to show...but bah, I'm an idiot, so I can't right at this moment.

(This is the same person who just figured out how to make screencaps like two days ago...I'm seriously behind.)

But yeah...I got tickets I got tickets I got tickets...is it football season yet?

So Yesterday...It was Purty Good

Wed, 06 Apr 2005 19:17:50 GMT

So yesterday...it was pretty good too me...so I wanna write about it...so when I have a bad day or something, I can read this and be like "Awww...why does my life suck today?'

Anywho...the way it started off, I thought it was actually going to be a horrible day. See, on Tuesdays and Thursdays my first class is at 11am (and on MWF, my first class is at 1115am), and for some reason every now and then I think that I don't have to leave for my 11am class...until 11. (I apparently think my entire week starts at 1115...oi.)

Hey, I'm a blonde. Shuddup.

So yeah, yesterday...was one of those days...so I meander down the stairs out into the great outdoors, and realize that there is like nobody walking around. The 'd'oh!' smacks me so hard on my head that I almost get a concussion...so I take off at a very fast paced walk (like I'm gonna run in khakis...pshaw.) Oh yeah, in addition to running late, I'm supposed to take a test in this class...so A.) I'm late for a test...and B.) Since I'm taking a test all I have with me is a pencil and my vocab that I've studied off of.

So there I go, powerwalking through campus to the Combs building...and run up the stairs (fastest I've ever climbed four flights in my life). Turn the corner in the hallway, and actually meet up with a fellow classmate (yay, I'm not the only late one!)...and we walk into class. First thing I noticed was that nobody was hunkered down over their desks taking a test. The second thing I noticed was that the desk I had to sit in...was waaaaay to small for me. (We are crammed in like sardines in that room...I hate it).

So I sit down...and realize that we're actually learning new material today (On Attractiveness...this is a Social Psych class...and the lecture yesterday was actually pretty interesting...if anyone has to take a Psych class...take that one.) So I'm sitting there wondering to myself why there's no test...because you see, I was a juvenile deliquent and didn't attend last Thursdays class. Oops?

So my imagination takes off on me...with thoughts ranging from the panicked 'Maybe they took the test Thursday?!' to 'Maybe class was cancelled on Thursday...and I got a free absence...schweet.' to 'Maybe there is no test...like in the Matrix...there really is no spoon.'

Alas, it was none of those. Come to find out that last Thursday, out of the 40 (or so) students that are in this class...6 showed up. Who knew 33 other people had the same idea? That's crazy. But yeah, 34 or so aren't there, and the Prof didn't even write up the test to review over. So test on Thursday.

Moving on to my next class...I actually had to run back to the dorm, because like I said, I only had my vocab and a pencil on my because I thought I was taking an exam...and thus would get out early. I book it upstairs grab my backpack and bag for Aerobic Walking...and leave the dorm out the back door. Take about 5 steps away (just far enough to get out of the way of the door to let it close and lock behind me), and then realize that I had forgotten my cellphone (not that I actually needed that) and a 'beater to change into for Aerobic Walking. Oi! So I have to walk back around to the front door to get in...

So I walk fast (Again, no running...still in khakis) and finally get into the building. Climb the stairs to get to the 3rd floor...and after waiting for my roomie to open the door...grab a 'beater and my phone. It's now 1225 and my class starts at 1230.

Ok, so I'm back outside behind the dorm with all my stuff that I need and I cut through the Clay/Employee parking lot. On the way past Clay I hear a "Whoowoow" or something to that nature (*fillincatcallhere*). I don't turn...a second later I hear a "Hey!"...so this time I turn. When I look over I see at least two guys...and maybe a girl (?)...one of the guys waves (I seriously think it was the Faux-Nigel)...and I wave back...and continue on my way. Sorry, couldn't stop...I gotta get to class!

Again, climb 4 flights of stairs...and actually enter class right behind the Prof. Goooo me...khakis and all. So now I'm in PreCal...and hot as hell since I've been bookin' it. (It was 75 yesterday...and gorgeous.) For like the first 10 minutes I sit there trying to cool down...and vaguely follow along to the lecture since it's on Trig, and I actually know Trig...it's the whole calculus thing I don't get.

Anywho: We continue with putting problems on the board...and I actually raise my hand to do one (which is a big thing since I'm hardly ever confident in my math skillage). So blah blah blah, I put up my answer...and all the work...and sit back down. We go over the 5 or 6 problems that have been put up, and I get a 'good job' on mine...too which I silently beam. The next round of problems I raise my hand again (again, another first)...and the Prof was like 'you know you're stuff don't you? But you already volunteered...' and he goes and picks someone else. Oh fine.

Blah blah blah, lecture continues...and then he's like 'Do number 31 and 33 and you won't have any homework.' So I commence on both problems...finish them, check the answers in the back of the book so I know I did my work right...and sit there. He then asks for more volunteers...and somebody actually volunteers for 31...and then I volunteer for 33. Again, he was impressed...and he also said I should do it since my picture drawing skillage (ok, he didn't say skillage...but blah) is pretty good. Go me, I can draw right triangles.

So yeah, anyways...Us volunteers go do the problem...get them right, and the class has no homework. Schweet.

So Math Class was actually a success for once in my life.

Moving on to Health...not so much happening there...had a guest speaker about death and dying...so that made me oh so cheery afterwards.

After Health was Aerobic Walking...Shorty and I change into 'beaters and shorts (the first time this year we've rocked shorts in class...it's a big step)...and we go meet up with class. Nothing of note happened that I can remember...although I did find out that there is a "Woodchip Trail" across the bypass. It's actually made of woodchips, whodathunk?

Blah blah blah...dinner, uneventful...I fall asleep around 8, thus missing American Idol for the most part...wake up 845, get ready to go work out...and meet up with Shorty. We've decided to play tennis tonite, so we aren't bringing anything to the gym this time...which is kind of strange since we usually have our raquetball rackets with us.

Go work out, nothing eventful...except that I think we got the Stank Eye from some girls because we moved a mat over to do sit ups on. What's up with that? I have no idea. I also thought I caught a glimpse of UK playing basketball...but alas, when I looked again, the people were gone. Maybe I was just hallucinating or something... Heh. We do our flat bench and leg excersizing (I never know how to spell that word, sorry)...and situps (thus getting the Stank Eye for no reason ("I know you're jealous of our beaters, and my bright green shorts!")) and then we leave after our daily weigh in. Shorty loses a pound, I stay the same. Bah.

We walk the halfmile back to the dorm, pick up our tennis equipment, and head to the courts behind Martin Hall. Lo and behold, everyone and their mom is playing tennis. All 6 courts are taken, and we're kind of bummed/disgruntled. Because you see, we played tennis like every night last semester, and none of these people were here...Where did they come from!?

So after waiting for about 15/20 minutes, we finally get a court, and Mario (a friend of Shorty) shows up...which is actually surprising since neither one of us thought he would. Anywho we start playing...and slowly all the other tennis people leave...and there's only us, two guys playing on the far courts...and two guys playing on the lower courts. Once the majority of people leave, we put on music...(My mix #5 or #6...starts out with Blur's "song 2" or whatever it's called). Mario rocks out to the music while sitting on the bench...(we rotated people so he could play)...and when the song switches to 'Chop Suey', the two guys that were playing on the far court...move over to the middle court, and continue to sing with the song. It was actually pretty funny. They moved over a court to here our songs...spiffy.

So we continue to play, and I rotate out, so now it's Shorty and Mario playing (well sortof, last night was Mario's first time playing tennis...so we had to take it easy with him...but his learning curve is very impressive I must say...heh). So I get to be ball girl...which is about as fun as...dirt. (I really like to play...not chase down shanked tennis balls...)

But anyways...at this time, the last person I ever expected to show up...did. My back is towads one of the gates to enter the courts, and Shorty goes "Yo veo." My head snaps up...I look at her, and go"Serious?!"

Cuz you see...who shows up? Why UK of course...UK plays tennis apparently...which shocks the hell out of me. (Still does actually.) Him and his Other Friend go to the far court where the two guys were initally and start playing. I'm too busy chasing down strewn tennis balls to watch much (thanks Mario)...until I finally just get too antsy...and basically kick Mario off the court.

I think by this time, the two guys in the middle have left...and for some reason or another UK and the Other Friend move over to the middle court...we don't really know if it's the court that sucked, or they liked the music too...or what...but whateva, I'm not complaining.

So I step in, and Shorty and I just suddenly start playing kick-ass tennis. Yes, I'll admit I was trying to impress, but man, we both just hit the zone. Awesome tennis skillage we have I must say. However, we didn't stay in the zone for the whole time, and at times...the play got a litte erratic to say the least. 'Least I got to speak to UK when I got the ball back...(big step for me yo). We know they watched us (wonder what they thought?)...as we watched them sometimes (UK plays tennis?!)...and Mario (who at this point didn't look to good)...just sat and watched all of us. After about an hour or so (? I really don't know how long)...Shorty subs herself out and I play against Mario. He does ok, but eh, it's a nice cool down to say the least.

Anywho, 12:15 rolls around, and we decide to pack it in since the lights supposedly shut off around 1220. We stop the music and congregate around one of the benches...while putting on sweatpants and packing up the CD player...and that's when UK and the Other Friend decide to pack it in too. Coincedence? I don't know.

They leave, and we still hang out on the court and get into a conversation with Mario about something...that lead to pediddles...that lead to police cars with pediddles...that lead to drunk people in said police car cat-calling at us...that lead to chastity hoodies (Be chaste, wear a hoodie!)... Good times.

We finally decide to get our arses off the court and head up the hill besides Martin Hall. Mario lives in Martin Hall...and we offer to walk him to the door...because...we're nice? Somehow, we never get to the door, but stop on the sidewalk infront of the dorm...and just talk. About random ass stuff...and watch people in an SUV park right by us...sit in the car for a few minutes...get out of the car and walk down to the entrance to the dorm...then come back like 20 minutes later and get in the car again. Oh, and one of these people happens to be AfroPuff....who is another story altogether. When they come back to the SUV, we decide to vamoose, and say goodbye to Mario...and walk back to Burnam. On the way back, we conclude that AfroPuff while dirty...also falls in the Sticky Ricky category. Apparently a High AfroPuff...is a Happy AfroPuff...

Yeah I don't know. And I'm really tired of typing...so I should stop this. I guess you had to be there in my shoes to experience this day...

But seriously, UK plays tennis???? WTF???

Yes, I thief

Wed, 23 Mar 2005 22:38:34 GMT

So one of my friends has this as a journal entry...and me and my thieving ways decided to 'borrow' it...and fill it in with my own answers. Because you know, I haven't updated in a while...and this was a quick fix.

A TO Z QUIZ!

A - Age you got your first kiss: Oi my memory...well, technically I was 7...but like first one that meant anything...14
B - Band listening to right now: Me'Shell NdegeOcello. Ok, it's not a band, but it's really a person...and no, I didn't just type out some random letters...
C - Crush: Aren't I too old to have 'crushes'? That's so...high school.
D - Dad's name: John
E - Easiest person to talk to: Oh, that's a hard one...haha, Oregano. No, um, for real...Mama Lis or Shorty...whenever either of them let me talk. :)
F - Favorite bands at the moment: Billy Joel. So he's not a band in and of himself...but he plays with a band! And the tamborine player is still my hero.
G - Gummy worms or gummy bears?: Gummy bears, or neither...I'm fine with that choice too.
H - Hometown: Windsor, CT
I - Instruments: alto sax, keyboard/piano, acoustic guitar...and the recorder
J - Junior High: Sage Park Middle School
K - Kids: Oh dammit, who told!?
L - Longest car ride ever: CT to Chicago
M - Mom's name: Beth
N - Nicknames: KK, Pimp Momma Nutmeg, Blue Eyes, Blondi, Stinkweed, Weens, Skillz...and others
O - One wish: To be happy
P - Phobias: height (in certain situations), bugs, green juice
Q - Quote: Of all the words of tongue or pen the saddest are; "What could have been."
R - Reason to smile: Memories
S - Song you sang last: "Sooner or Later" by Breaking Benjamin
T - Time you woke up [today]: 1030.
U - Unknown fact about me: I'm a closet Michael Bolton fan...
V - Vegetable you love : Corn. Even if it has a lot of starch
W - Worst habit(s): I'm mitchy.
X - X-rays you've had: Foot, hand and teeth
Y - Yummy food: Dark Forest Cherry Cake
Z - Zodiac sign: Cancer...the crab...and I was born in the year of the rat. Woopie.

OH I Don't know

Wed, 02 Feb 2005 05:21:25 GMT

YES...I follow random people around.

Ok, I guess you guys had to be there to see it...but at least I don't fall into garbage cans...and get laughed at by the GymNazi.

No, no...I just follow people. Sporadically.

Heh.

Yeah I have No Idea

Tue, 04 Jan 2005 05:31:08 GMT

Explain to me this...how is it--that I can purchase two playoff tickets for an NFL game...at face value (through ticketmaster) no questions asked...when I couldn't even get regular season tickets without overpaying waaaay too much?

Life...it works in mysterious ways...as evident by ESPN doing a duel interview with both Dwight Freeney (from Bloomfield, Connecticut) and Kanye West. Dwight and Kanye...together...of all people.

What. A. Coincedence.

Or not really, depends on how much you look into it I guess. Which you know me...

In other news, I'm returning to school this freakin' Thursday...and I am definitely not ready. I have laundry to do! Crispy Chicken wraps from Friendly's to eat! More Mario Kart to play! More cleaning to do! And of course...even more laundry to wash. Oh and packing...which you know, is oodles of fun. *eyeroll*

So on Thursday I must say goodbye again to the rolling hills of asphalt that is Connecticut and hit the highway towards Maryland; and ultimately my goal: Richmond, Kentucky. The Weather Channel says rain...for like the whole eastern half of the country...all week...so driving is going to be fun. "Windsor Waterfalls...We'll Drown Yer Ass!"

I digress...so ya...Kentucky, school...working out...tennis and raquetball...(can't wait til it gets warm again, raquetball just isn't as much fun as tennis...maybe it's the whole social thing...) Blimpie trips to get chocolate milk and catch a glimpse of Fred...or "Square Head Nice Arms" (or depending on who you talk to "Square Arms Nice Head"...HEY! Don't make fun of the dyslexic people...) back to Walmart, expensive ATM fees, and $2 dollar movie rentals. Back to complaining about school, and napping almost everyday...and all that other stuff that comes back with going back to college. :)

But alas, melodramatic that I am...I must say goodbye to having my own room (and own bathroom)...to my videogaming units, DirectTV (with it HDTV), and the coolest cat in the whole world (named Cosmo). There's some other stuff too, but I don't wanna get all mushy.

Heh.

So I started with a question, and now I'll finish with a question...how is it...that a cat knows when you're going to get up...and thus comes over a few seconds before that, and sits on your lap...thus prohibiting you from getting up at your planned time?

It must be some weird sense they have...

I Laugh in the Face of Danger

Tue, 21 Dec 2004 03:06:33 GMT

Just a quick update since I've been slacking again...

Welp, I'm currently residing back in Connecticut for Xmas break. What fun...it snowed about 5 inches and the temps barely reached double digits today...rock on the Northeast.

Let's see...Finals week went Ok...I'm hesitant to say anything good about it, because for all I know I'm getting all C's back on the report card...too which I'll cry like the little girl that I yam.

But enough about grades...um, the drive home was iight. I don't know how I did it but I missed a highway to take north...and thus kept going east...and ended up in the outskirts of Baltimore...about 50 miles out of the way. I am such a genius sometimes. OH! and I hate Pennsylvania. Always under construction, and nothing ever seems to be finished. I shake my fist at thee PA.

So being home...nothing has really changed, but it's different. I like being home because I have all my stuff here (unlike college where I bring what can fit in the car)...and I like being home for DirectTV...but apart from that, I'd be fine just staying in Richmond for the winter/summer. At least it might be easier to find a job...Oi this econonmy sux arse.

But enough of me babbiling with no point...I'll just end this with the highlight of my vacation so far: We are this close to securing 2 season tickets for the Colts for next year and beyond...I am stoked (no pun intended) beyond belief..WOO!

Ok, so it's a POS entry...

Fri, 03 Dec 2004 06:07:37 GMT

So like I started writing this last night…on the LJ page itself…but my computer decided that I needed to go back a page for no apparent reason…and thus I lost the 3 paragraphs that I had written. It made me disgruntled to say the least. But anyways, I just wanted to get this thing sorta back up to date since I’ve been slackin’ a wee bit (ok, slacking majorly)…so ya…I’m gonna try.

The first weekend we get back to school (re: August)…Shawty (whatcha’ll know about…) and I go to Hillard, Ohio to see Gary, a friend of Shorty’s (from the camp she worked at). I had never met Gary, but somehow I got to tag along. Apart from totally messing up the estimated traveling time (so…we overshot by about an hour and a half…kind of reminds me when we went to BSU in May…’There’s what, 200 people here?’) the trip was purty fun. I got ride some ponies, eat at Texas Roadhouse for the first time (They don’t have those in CT), get my soda before Gary, watch a bootlegged version of “Unbreakable”, learn that rubbing alcohol does not work on scratched DVD’s, got to laugh at what Gary considered ‘the ghetto’ (who here’s been to Bridgeport, CT?), and drive through The Mother of All Storms on the way back. It was a frawesome 2-day trip…from what I can remember…and Gary was pretty cool too. (I mean dude let us ride his horses…how can I say he’s not cool?)

That same weekend I went with the girls (and Sully) to see Rascal Flatts in concert over in Louisville. The seats J-Ho got were great…but Rascal Flatts really wasn’t. Caigle boy, the opening act, was pretty good (would have liked him better if I knew more than two songs), but Rascal Flatts had waaaaay too much filler for having two cds out (and a third on the way). But hey, we got the experience.

I don’t think our next big trip was until October…when we took a little (as in over 5 hours) drive to Greenville, South Carolina to see Kanye West and Usher. Originally, we were just going for Usher…but then we (well, I) picked up Kanye’s CD…and the rest was history. Did you know North Carolina has mountains? Still blows my mind…but anyways, we get to Greenville, and check in our hotel (La Quinta…not La Qwinta)…and the person at the desk proceeds to jack the price up right as we’re standing there. That still leaves me peeved to this day. Anywho: we go to the show, and end up sitting next to two 25 year old groupie-ish kind of girls…who were really annoying. They kept talking about how they were going to marry Kanye and this and that…then when Kanye comes on, and the crowd stands up and starts ‘rappin’ along…they don’t know any of the freakin’ words! It was a travesty. But in the mean time, us two held our own, and Kanye was fantabulous, and Usher was ok (it just wasn’t as good as Kanye ya know?)…and we came very very close to going to Atlanta the next night to catch the next show. Thank gawd Responsible!KK kicked in, and vetoed the idea. But man, we were close. So ya, we see the concert, spend the night in Greenville, and head back to Eastern the next day. And when we got back…we made some girls jealous, what with all our concert paraphernalia and stuff. Heh.

Let’s see…that was the beginning of October…then came Columbus Day weekend, aka Fall Break for EKU. What happened that weekend? Oh I dunno…I just got to attend my first NFL game in person…in Indy! Oh ya, and my mummy flew down from CT to join me. That was fun. She flew in early Saturday morning…I showed her Eastern, we ate lunch at Fazolis (we don’t have those in CT either)…then we headed up to Indy. The game was Sunday (well, duh), and it was fun as hellllll…Colts won (they played da Raiders), I got hit on by Raiders fans (sorry, we’d already have a disagreement)…and I got to get a foam finger! My first foam finger at my first NFL game…I am definitely moving up in the world.

Hurrying this along, during November Shorty and I decided to take a mini tour of Western Kentucky. We went old school though, no Mapquest for us yo! We printed off the towns we were going to…and bought a road map and highlighted our course. It was kick ass. The weather was beautiful, we got some pictures…and I came to own a 3-foot tall nutcracker in the process. The only thing that would have made it better was if we had been able to track down the Bourbon Fudge Monks…but alas, it wasn’t meant to be…and we found buffalo instead. Weird trade off, but it worked…

I think our last trip was like two weeks ago when we went to Indy (again, at least for me.) I had originally wanted to go to Shorty’s house to watch football with her dad (don’t ask)…and then I somehow worked it in that we were going to a ‘Gator before the game to meet people I’ve only talked to online. Talk about a weird situation…we leave EKU on Saturday after watching half an Eastern game (They ended up winning) and head up to Noblesville, IN where the House of Shorty is. We get there, and then quickly leave to go to the grocery store down the street so I can get cake stuff to bake a cake. My Betty Crockerdness was out in full force I guess…but I got to bake a cake! I was happy. On Sunday we got up earlier than I had wanted to, and headed to Indianapolis to find the CP tailgators. Talk about a weird situation…I know these people, but not really…and Shorty has no idea who anybody is. It was weird…but Vinnie, one of the cooking dudes was wicked cool and made sure we didn’t back out (Because I had ideas too…I’m shy! Sorry!)…but we got there, and they kept offering us food and beer…even though one dude (named Chester. Heh.) said Shorty looked like she was 12. (She gets that a lot…*snerk*) The ‘Gator was fun…although this firestarter dude was a wee bit annoying. It must be noted that at the time, I thought the CP member knew him…turns out they didn’t. Good times.

I guess that’s really it for traveling (sorry, I’m kinda tired…hence why this is so badly written)…but also this semester I have turned in to a tennis pro (or near there) met a dude named George Lucas Michael (ok, not really…his real name is Lucas Michael…but we attach George at the beginning of it) who has very pretty eyes and a bald head (meOW), found out that EKU houses an Edgerrin James doppelganger…who we call Fred…found out that TennisBoy is not Adonis…but Adonis could be still out there because we can’t tell if there’s two guys that look the same (long story)…we should have a gold pass to Blimpies since we’re there so much…school sucks like usual…and I now know how to put a computer together.

I’m a mothatruckin’ genius yo!

And on that note...this mothatruckin' genius-yo needs to go to bed...yo!

Yo

Wed, 17 Nov 2004 05:35:45 GMT

Duuuuude...I gots me a journal again. Wicked. Maybe I'll update this one more often eh?

Oh probably not. :)

Bullmoo Don't Take Mah Pie

Wed, 17 Nov 2004 05:30:26 GMT

Ugh. How aggravated and annoyed right now am I? Aggravated and annoyed enough to stay up and write this damn thing when I have a full (count ‘em 4) day of classes tomorrow, that start at 930am and don’t get out til 530pm. And ya know it’s bad when I delay sleep to rant about it.

So ugh. Ugh. Ugh. Ugh. To everything and everybody involved, I shake my fist at thee.

*Please note: This will probably be disjointed and not make a lot of sense…but this has been on my mind for the past 24+ hours…and it ain’t goin away anytime soon.*

Yeah, I’m really that pissed off right now. I’m mad at the world, and I ain’t gonna take it no more. Gawd, I hate people sometimes. It’s not like I even have a rightful reason to be mad…but hell, when one of my friend’s is involved, how can you not expect me to get at least a little perturb?

*sits back and counts to 10*

This whole thing can be summed up in a few words: BULLfuckingSHIT. That’s what it is. Bull Shit, Horse Shit, Dog Shit, Bird Shit, you name it…that’s what this whole fucking situation is. And that’s what pisses me off about it. That friendships could have been irreparably damaged, and it’s all because of some asinine assumptions of those who felt left out. If you want to know the truth, you should have asked. It ain’t that hard.

But no, anger clouds judgment…as it might be doing mine right now. But I shall reap my consequences of that I have sown, and I will not take back what I have, and what I will say. Because in my eyes, it needs to be said, because even if some people “Don’t care,” well, fuck that, I Do.

I care. I care that I wasn’t told or asked outright at the beginning of this. I care that people yelled and swore first, asked questions later. I care, that now, I gotta act like nothing happened, since nothing was said to me by the opposing party. And you know what, I mostly care about the fact that no one has even apologized through this entire fiasco. Apologized man. “I’m sorry.” That’s all you gotta say.

*goes and punches a pillow and counts to 10 again*

Or maybe I’m making too big deal out of this. Yeah, probably. But pffht. I’ve been kept out of the loop long enough, and even though I might not have the “balls” to say it to your face, I at least know when I’m being passive aggressive. Uh huh. P-A-S-S-I-V-E A-G-G-R-E-S-S-I-V-E. Just in case you didn’t get it the first time, I’m sure dictionary.com will help you if need be.

But fuck that shit dude. I ain’t puttin’ up with this bullshit anymore. No-holds-bar, the gloves are comin’ off. And you better stay away from my pie. That’s all I’m sayin’.

Long Time No See

Wed, 17 Nov 2004 05:28:53 GMT

Hello??? Anybody out there??? Anybody at all???

Yeah, sorry about the delay…I haven’t felt like keeping you people in the loop…I’m just like that, sorry. Character flaw, I know…I’d try to work on, but people don’t really change do they?

Anywho: Where to begin? Um, I was gone from EKU for 8 months…and now I’ve been back for…3 months. (Wow, has it been that long? Dayum.) Stories galore, but, ya know, I’d have to remember them all.

Sooo…where to begin…good question. How ‘bout with right now? Sure, why not.

Today is Easter. Woo! Candy candy candy. Actually, I’ve had my Easter basket for a few days now (thanks mummy)…so the whole candy novelty thing has kinda worn off by now (as I stuff my face with starbursts…hey! They’re good…don’t judge.)

Sooo..yeah. Today. Not really that exciting. Woke up. Ate. Talked on the phone to the ‘rents and P-Nut…attempted to play basketball (ugh to that)…threw a softball about 5 times…went to Walmart and Kroger…did some homework…took a nap…and now I find myself writing this thing and eating starbursts as I wait for my lasagna to finish cooking.

Wow, I just had an “Adaptation” moment. Scary.

*pause*

Sorry, I’m still trying to figure out what I wanna talk about. Nothing is bothering me at the moment, (I’m in that happy place I guess?) And I haven’t burnt the roof of my mouth with the lasagna yet. Life is good.

Let’s see…3 months of school…before that, 8 months of being home…and I can’t come up with a damn thing to talk about. Oi. This fiasco…it’s, it’s made me turn Jewish. Agh!

Ok, I guess I could just continue on with this past weekend. Work for you? Eh, why am I asking, it works for me.

Friday: Let’s see…I guess I could start with lunch. I didn’t have CRJ that day (not like I woulda gone…hey! I like my 3-day weekends.) Anyways…went to lunch…and that was…an interesting an experience to say the least.

In our defense, all we wanted to do was go get some pasta…and possibly find a certain guy/football player (?) Shorty had told me about. That’s all…a little recon mission you might say. Instead, we end up with cheese sticks, don’t see the guy, and apparently get the stank-eye from a row of girls watching us, (I’m justa white girl!). It would have been scary (the stank-eye) it I had known about it at the time…but since the cheese sticks took all of my attention, I didn’t know. Shorty told me about them later, just fo’ clarification.

*sigh* I guess we just aren’t cut out for the CIA. Dammit. I’ll blame the cheese sticks for that one. I’m just sayin’. If there had been a pasta we’d like…it would have been better.

Anyways…further along at lunch, at the table, we get into a heated topic about interracially dating. Let’s just say…I am not a fan of some of the views from down here. Ugh. Ugh, I shake my fist at thee.

>>>Fast Forward to Friday Night<<<

In a nutshell: Shorty and I worked out, got hit on, got the stank-eye again, went to a comedian who had wicked awesome swagger (it was sexy, what can I say?)…went to the movies (“The Whole 10 Yards” sucks by the way, I don’t recommend it.)…then went to Steak n Shake like we normally do. Fun Fun Fun.

Saturday: Went to the mall to buy shoes. Ended up getting shoes, a monkey chair and bamboo. Yes, bamboo. Don’t be hatin’. I’m going for the Feng Shui look for my dorm room.

At night, 9 of us went to Olive Garden to celebrate Easter or something. The dinner was iight I guess, good food…but the best time was the car ride back with Shorty n Mitchell. Who knew car rides were so fun? We have to take road trips more often or somethin’, cuz man…I was rollin’. “Hey I’d do it…and I’d brag about it after too!” When did I become such a ho?

That’s a rhetorical question really.

Anywho: I’m tired of writing this…and I gotta do some psych homework anyways…so have a good day/nite…and I’ll put something up later this week iight?

FryDay

Sat, 06 Nov 2004 07:10:34 GMT

OMG. Could it be?

Yes? Yes—I think it is!

Two entries in two days—I’m movin’ up in the world apparently. (Or I have a lot of spare time on my hands…Yea ok—that’s definitely it.)

Well—it’s Monday, and I’m done with class for the day. (Might I add a “Yippy!” to the end of that statement?) Class sucks man. That’s all I gotta say. It sucks.

So yea—you may be wondering as to why I’m actually writing/posting an entry so soon after I posted “Dancing Queen.” Or maybe you’re not. But I’m gonna tell ya anyway so I can take up text space…which will thus provide you with more amusement…or boredom—whichever you prefer.

But ya—I never got to tell you how my weekend went! And I know you’re just dying to know.

*Looks around*

Ok, maybe you’re not—but then why would you be reading this? You know all I talk about is what I’ve been up too. No emotional entries and such…I mean, why would I want to do that? No need to open up that can o’ worms.

‘Repress everything’, I say.

*silence*

Right—ok—this past weekend. Make sure your seatbelts are buckled and your trays are in the upright and locked position. There may be turbulence…

Friday: Carrie left for Chattanooga around 230, and I left for Lexington a little after five. Right before I left, I talked to P-Nut to see what she was up too, and I found out she was stayin’ the night at UK and was leavin’ for ‘daVille’ on Saturday. So I was like “cool—is JHo going skiing?” She told me no. So I was like, “can I come up and see you guys?” (or something along those lines) And she was just like “call me after.” So we said goodbye over the IM and I head out to my car a few minutes later. Lo and behold, JHo calls me while I’m looking for my car. (I seriously couldn’t remember where I parked…that could be bad…but oh well). I don’t remember if she had a purpose for calling me, but I asked what she was doin’ tonite. (as in Friday night). She said she was going skiing—which prompted me to go “What? P-Nut told me you weren’t.”

Blah blah blah…final word was, “Yes—the JHo is going skiing.” I was a little sad. But I had to get to Lexington for this whole rollerskating thing.

So yea, I drag my bum up to Lexington and pull in the parking lot right behind Hollywood. What are the chances? I mean—really.

So we go into the roller rink, and only two other people have shown up by then. So we wait. 6 o clock comes and goes…and still—no one shows up. So about 10 after 6, we’re given the choice to leave. So me and Hollywood split—to the parking lot. I’m really itchin’ to do something, so he calls JHo.

As it turns out, the JHo has decided to bless us with her presence, and not go skiing. (Woo!) I forget what her and Hollywood talked about (all I know is, it seemed like a long conversation…and he decided to do some ‘facing/marching’ movements. Yes…that does sound weird…but ya just don’t know. Don’t judge. Or I’ll kick yer ass.) But anyways, after a long deliberating process, we decide to head to UK. (I don’t know why that took so long…it’s not as if we were gonna go anywhere else ya know? O well.) So me and Hollywood leave.

And Hollywood decides to take the longest possible route back to UK. Good lord. I mean—All I’m sayin is—we shoulda taken a left at the light, and went down Circle 4…but NO, we decide to take a tour of Lexington. Like seriously.

I complain a lot. Have you noticed that? I should stop.

But seriously.

So we finally arrive at UK’s campus, and we drop off Hollywood’s car, and head up to his room so he can change. (Just a sweatshirt people. Just. A. Sweatshirt.) And a jacket. But that’s besides the point. His room was—clean. I don’t know what I was expecting…but it was a lot cleaner than what I thought.

Ok, so we leave and head on over to the Blanding/Kirwan complex. When we’re almost there, he asks if I wanna see the library, and I’m like “Ya!” (have I mentioned I’m a geek? Not a nerd, not a dork—a geek. GSR all the way baby!) So we actually tour the William T. Young library… and I must say…it kicks more arse than EKU’s library. Moving bookshelves and all. O—and who can forget the rug? That’s what makes it so special ya know…wish I had a giant rug hanging on the wall in our library. Might add to the décor or something.

Do I know how to babble or what? Don’t answer that. I’ll kick yer ass.

While we’re in the library, Hollywood realizes he left his phone at his dorm—so we drive back to his dorm. He runs in, grabs his phone, and heads back out…and we start on our way to the B/K complex again.

THIS time—we actually get there. Got a good parking space too. (And for anybody that knows UK’s campus…that is a hard feat to accomplish.) Hollywood calls JHo again—and she tells us to go to Lloyd’s room—and so of course we take the opportunity to stop off at the ATM in Commons before heading to the Tower. Man—talk about two people with no plan.

But its allllll good.

So we get to Lloyd’s room—and waste time. Seriously—we don’t really have to do anythin’—I just have fun chillen with those guys ya know? It’s real cool. After awhile JHo and P-Nut go take showers (separately people—separately. No need to start rumors.) P-Nut comes back before JHo, and tells us that something’s happened, and that Ben (a 300) has to go to Georgia for the weekend, and he needs somebody to drive down with him. P-Nut can’t do it, and Lloyd can’t do it—and JHo takes this opportunity to show up at the right time.

So JHo gets to go to Georgia. How random is that?

Very.

After a little more chillen—Hollywood, me, and JHo go to Tolly Ho’s. My home away from home. I didn’t get a shake this time…I opted for the low budget cheese fries. Granted they weren’t as good as the ranch fries from Bananas…they hit the spot yo.

Yo.

I have my cheese fries, Hollywood has his cheese tots or something hideous like that—and JHo has an Ale 8 for the first time. OOOOO. I’m jealous. Wish I had liquid caffeine…

Ok. shuddup. Or I’ll kick yer ass. For no reason.

But when we’re done, Hollywood heads back to his dorm, and me and JHo go to Kroger of all places. She buys a million pack of water and candy—and then we head back to the dorm.

By this time, everyone has gone to bed, (early Saturday morning). And by this time…JHo realized she has forgotten about her laundry. Girl—you had a lot of laundry. Jeeeeezus.

So yea—the next 45 minutes, I watch TV, and she packs for her trip. Blah blah blah.

After the 45 minutes, we head down to Blanding’s basement and get her laundry. Blah blah blah.

So yea—I sleep on the floor—and ya know, it wasn’t so bad this time…maybe it’s cuz I had more room to stretch out or something. Or maybe I was actually tired. Who knows…it worked. Well—we did stay up and talk… “Girl Talk” (as in, what we talked about will not be disclosed on this board.) Good talk—I thought.

YES. I’m capable of thinking.

Sometimes. When I’m having a good day.

But yea…we fall asleep around 3 or so—and are awoken at 445. I swear to gawd that thing sounded like an alarm clock. But NO. It’s the freakin’ fire alarm. All three of us (her roommate was there) were so dazed—it was kinda funny. JHo said we should call P-Nut so she could shut off the alarm.

Riiiiight…I don’t know what her reasoning on that was—but does it really matter? We had only been asleep for a little over an hour and a half…not much was making sense at the time. (Course the thought that ran through my head was if Lloyd set it off again…) But ya know…we weren’t totally ‘there’.

I think it took us about ten minutes to get out of the room—as seeing that NOBODY was in the stairwell. Had there been a fire…we would have been crisp-dafied marshmallows. (Looking on the bright side of that…at least I would have been warm). So we have to hop down 15 flights of stairs…wish makes me wish I was back home at Eastern…living on the second floor rocks man.

Instead of waiting outside, we head to the upstairs Commons, and chill on the couches and chairs. At about 530 they let us back in—and thankfully, we got to ride the elevator instead of climbing back up those 15 flights of stairs. (I mean…is that really necessary? PT is bad enough). So we get back to the room—and thankfully, no more alarms.

Thank GAWD.

So the next morning, I wake up about 1040—Jho’s apparently at the Comp lab—I get ready—try to get a hold of her, but I can’t—so I call Hollywood, and he says meet him at the Seaton Center—and I’m like “Agh I can’t find JHo.”—so I then finally leave the Tower—and proceed to walk right by Hollywood who is sitting out on the bench in front of the door. So much for Captain Obvious…more like Captain Oblivious.

If the shoe fits.

So I can’t find JHo, so me and H walk to my car so I can drop off my stuff. JHo finally calls me, and asks if we wanna meet for breakfast—and we agree—however H and I wanna see the swim meet at the Seaton Center—and JHo has to leave for Georgia soon.

It turns out that me and H go to the swim meet, watch some of the swimming, and then head back over to Commons to eat lunch. Lo and behold, we run into JHo…which is cool, cuz we got to see her and Ben before they left. (have I mentioned that Ben’s a cutie too? AND—he’s taller than me. HMM.) Haha.

So we eat our lunch, and those two leave, and H and I head back over to the Seaton Center. We’re there for a little bit, watching the swimming—when H’s friend Evan shows up. (Evan was swimming in the competition…he was on break at the time). So they talk and stuff—and then we decide to go back to Commons so Evan can eat. I swear—how many times had I been over there in the past 24 hours?

But yea—Evan eats, then we head back to the pool. Blah blah blah—I stay for one more competition…(me and H missed Evan’s 100 free…oops. MY bad.) Well, after finding out that I missed it, I decided I was gonna head on home. So I bid farewell—and made my grand exit.

Yea right.

When I got home, I proceeded to take a five hour nap—which in turn made me stay up to all hours of the night. I really need a sleeping pattern.

‘I sleep when I’m tired, eat when I’m hungry.’ <-- sound familiar Sarah?

Oi.