Friday, December 15, 2006
YAY!!!!!!!!!!
An update! Hooray! Guess what I've been doing! A fat lot of nothing! Hooray! There's an update for ya. Not that you learned anything from it, but now y'all can quit your bitching. Okay, I lied, I'll try to do a for real update-y thing. But really, I haven't done anything of interest. My birthday is in a little over two weeks, but that's not really that exciting anymore. AOL refuses to allow me any paragraph breaks. That's annoying. Did I ever mention that we got two cats? We did. Red Cat and Grey Cat. But now Red Cat is gone. He was probably eaten by a coyote or something. Now we just have Grey Cat. Grey Cat likes to wake me up by slicing my eyes with his claws. Then he gets to take a flight out of my room. He always comes back though. He's not so smart. My pretty new car is still pretty. See, told you nothing interesting was going on. Oh! Marion's burned down. The one at the Dayton Mall, not the one I work at, but still, that's kind of interesting. I guess it didn't exactly burn down, as the building is still there, but it's pretty much a total loss and they're going to have to rebuild it. I guess the powers that be had been discussing building another store in Springboro or Troy, but that'll have to be put on hold for a bit. It's probably going to take a year or so to rebuild the store at the mall. Not to mention a lot of money. Yay insurance! That's another thing. I get to start paying for my own health insurance now because I can't get it through work until June. And now mom's bringing me McDonald's fries. Hooray for healthy!
Friday, November 03, 2006
Monday, October 30, 2006
Je Deteste le Dial-Up
Hooray for ignoring Blogger for a month plus a few days! During this time people at work have calmed down, Tipp City showed me why everyone calls it Tipp Shitty, I got some new wheels (in more than one way), the stupid Cardinals won the World Series, I found a sobriety checkpoint, and the Browns won two games.
Further Explanations:
Tipp City
Tipp City has, at two different times, annoyed the hell out of me. Last week their high school cross country team and all of the other people associated with it came in without bothering to make any kind of reservation or even say "Hey, we've got about 75 people here, is there enough space?" It's not really a big deal, we have enough space. It's just nice to know that tons of people might be coming.
Yesterday their high school marching band came in. They were kind enough to call in their reservation two weeks ahead of time. Hooray for that! However, they said 200 people. That's a lot, and it's irritating, but we can handle 200 people (if they are wise enough to realize that it takes a while to make pizzas for 200 people, which they weren't). However, they underestimated by about 150 people, which brings us awfully close to our maximum capacity if it doesn't take us over. Somebody (probably pissed about the hour they were going to have to wait for their pizza) called the fire department and complained about the number of people in the building. So, we have 350 people when we were told 200, we can't close the store to other customers, so who knows how many people we actually have, everybody's running around like crazy trying to find all the orders (because many people called them in early), Tony's dealing with the fire chief and can't find anything that says what our official capacity is because it is brilliantly not posted anywhere in the building, and everybody's pizzas are well done because the only place we have to set them when they come off the conveyor is in the stone ovens. Yay planning!
At some point some bus driver lady walks into the kitchen telling me that she wants to pick up the bus drivers' pizzas. I told her I'm sorry but she'd have to wait in line like everybody else. She looked irritated and got in line. Once she got though the line she told Ashley that the bus drivers got free pizza, Ashley told her no, so got pissy, I went and told her no, she told me we always do it, I told her we have never done that, and she says "But they do it for us all the time here." I said, "No one said anything to me about free pizzas for bus drivers and I can't do that if no one told me I could." She gets all huffy puffy and says, "Fine! Just give me two of the pizzas, then!" Which we did and that was that.
Tony got to deal with the man who was telling our bartenders how he was going to kick someone's ass because it was taking so long to get his pizza. Apparently he didn't see the other 350 people in front of him.
New Wheels
The first way I got new wheels was actually buying new tires because two of the Corsica's blew out within a week of each other. We figured it was about time the thing got new tires.
The second way I got new wheels was buying a new car. It's a beautiful Cobalt. It's blue. Chevy calls it Laser Blue, though, which sounds pretty cool. Also, if you are in the Dayton area and want a new car, don't go to Martin Chevrolet. They are jerks. They didn't tell me anything about the cars I looked at, tried to tell me that 37,000 miles isn't that many for a 2 year old car (that they were selling for more than a brand new one everywhere else), and the guy behind the desk was ultra rude to me when all I was talking to him about was what color car I might like. I did not get a car from them. I got it from Joe Johnson in Troy. They were much nicer. And they had the exact car I wanted. Hooray!
Sobriety Checkpoint
Saturday (technically Sunday, since it was 2 AM), while driving home after dinner and Soft Rock, I discovered a sobriety checkpoint. All I saw, though, were flashing lights, all the cars in front of me stopping, and no cars coming toward me. I figured it was a wreck, so my brilliant ass pulls into a driveway and turns around, a highly suspicious move. As soon as I turn around the police come after me. The woman comes up to my car and says, "Hi, I'm so and so from Clay Township police. Why were you, uh, uh..." and I said, "Turning around?" and she said, "Yes." I told her that I thought it was a wreck and I didn't want to get stuck in it. She said that it was a sobriety checkpoint. She asked me if I had been drinking and I said "Yeah, about three hours ago." She said, "How many did you have?" I said, "One" which isn't entirely true, but I only had about half of the rum and coke and the amaretto sour hardly counts, as it was nearly all sour. Anyway, she responds with, "Oh, the infamous one," at which point I nearly explode with rage. She does the follow my finger with your eyes test and apparently my eyes were quite shaky, so she went back to her car to run my license and all that good stuff, called over another cop, and made me get out of my car, do the eye thing again, which I guess they were still shaky, but she didn't say anything to me. Then she made me stand on one foot and count to 30 and walk in a straight line and turn around and such. I did all those just fine (because I was not inebriated). Miss Police told me I could go back to my car and I asked her if my eyes could be bouncy because I'm tired and she said, "Yeah, that could do it." I said, "Oh, okay, because I am exhausted." I wanted to ask her exactly how reliable that test is, then, at 2 in the morning, but I figured I should just go.
Further Explanations:
Tipp City
Tipp City has, at two different times, annoyed the hell out of me. Last week their high school cross country team and all of the other people associated with it came in without bothering to make any kind of reservation or even say "Hey, we've got about 75 people here, is there enough space?" It's not really a big deal, we have enough space. It's just nice to know that tons of people might be coming.
Yesterday their high school marching band came in. They were kind enough to call in their reservation two weeks ahead of time. Hooray for that! However, they said 200 people. That's a lot, and it's irritating, but we can handle 200 people (if they are wise enough to realize that it takes a while to make pizzas for 200 people, which they weren't). However, they underestimated by about 150 people, which brings us awfully close to our maximum capacity if it doesn't take us over. Somebody (probably pissed about the hour they were going to have to wait for their pizza) called the fire department and complained about the number of people in the building. So, we have 350 people when we were told 200, we can't close the store to other customers, so who knows how many people we actually have, everybody's running around like crazy trying to find all the orders (because many people called them in early), Tony's dealing with the fire chief and can't find anything that says what our official capacity is because it is brilliantly not posted anywhere in the building, and everybody's pizzas are well done because the only place we have to set them when they come off the conveyor is in the stone ovens. Yay planning!
At some point some bus driver lady walks into the kitchen telling me that she wants to pick up the bus drivers' pizzas. I told her I'm sorry but she'd have to wait in line like everybody else. She looked irritated and got in line. Once she got though the line she told Ashley that the bus drivers got free pizza, Ashley told her no, so got pissy, I went and told her no, she told me we always do it, I told her we have never done that, and she says "But they do it for us all the time here." I said, "No one said anything to me about free pizzas for bus drivers and I can't do that if no one told me I could." She gets all huffy puffy and says, "Fine! Just give me two of the pizzas, then!" Which we did and that was that.
Tony got to deal with the man who was telling our bartenders how he was going to kick someone's ass because it was taking so long to get his pizza. Apparently he didn't see the other 350 people in front of him.
New Wheels
The first way I got new wheels was actually buying new tires because two of the Corsica's blew out within a week of each other. We figured it was about time the thing got new tires.
The second way I got new wheels was buying a new car. It's a beautiful Cobalt. It's blue. Chevy calls it Laser Blue, though, which sounds pretty cool. Also, if you are in the Dayton area and want a new car, don't go to Martin Chevrolet. They are jerks. They didn't tell me anything about the cars I looked at, tried to tell me that 37,000 miles isn't that many for a 2 year old car (that they were selling for more than a brand new one everywhere else), and the guy behind the desk was ultra rude to me when all I was talking to him about was what color car I might like. I did not get a car from them. I got it from Joe Johnson in Troy. They were much nicer. And they had the exact car I wanted. Hooray!
Sobriety Checkpoint
Saturday (technically Sunday, since it was 2 AM), while driving home after dinner and Soft Rock, I discovered a sobriety checkpoint. All I saw, though, were flashing lights, all the cars in front of me stopping, and no cars coming toward me. I figured it was a wreck, so my brilliant ass pulls into a driveway and turns around, a highly suspicious move. As soon as I turn around the police come after me. The woman comes up to my car and says, "Hi, I'm so and so from Clay Township police. Why were you, uh, uh..." and I said, "Turning around?" and she said, "Yes." I told her that I thought it was a wreck and I didn't want to get stuck in it. She said that it was a sobriety checkpoint. She asked me if I had been drinking and I said "Yeah, about three hours ago." She said, "How many did you have?" I said, "One" which isn't entirely true, but I only had about half of the rum and coke and the amaretto sour hardly counts, as it was nearly all sour. Anyway, she responds with, "Oh, the infamous one," at which point I nearly explode with rage. She does the follow my finger with your eyes test and apparently my eyes were quite shaky, so she went back to her car to run my license and all that good stuff, called over another cop, and made me get out of my car, do the eye thing again, which I guess they were still shaky, but she didn't say anything to me. Then she made me stand on one foot and count to 30 and walk in a straight line and turn around and such. I did all those just fine (because I was not inebriated). Miss Police told me I could go back to my car and I asked her if my eyes could be bouncy because I'm tired and she said, "Yeah, that could do it." I said, "Oh, okay, because I am exhausted." I wanted to ask her exactly how reliable that test is, then, at 2 in the morning, but I figured I should just go.
Monday, September 25, 2006
I'm The Boss
Marion's done gone and made me a manager. Yay for more money! Boo for dealing with bitchy customers and check out! Also boo on everyone there that doesn't believe me. Everybody kept asking if I was a manager now and to most of them I just said yes. However, I told Eryn that I had spilled bleach on my shirt and it turned blue. She believed me. Nathan thought it was just for a day and promptly flipped out when I told him it was forever. The only person at work who congratulated me was Amy. Everybody else just said, "That's gonna be weird." No freaking kidding! It's going to be a while before they take me seriously as the boss. Not the boss boss, just a peon boss.
Tonight I will hopefully get shirts that fit. Yesterday I got hand-me-down shirts from other people. The shirts are men's neck sizes. The one I wore last night was a 17 1/2. It went down to my knees.
Doing cash pulls sucks. Counting down the drawers sucks. Remembering all the crap we have to do with the computer system sucks. Trying to make people do what I tell them sucks. At least I can remember the code for the alarm. And I get my own manager's card (with nifty cool retractable string) and keys tonight!
Tonight it's just me and Levi. That's going to be interesting. Levi does not yet know that I get to wear the same color shirt he does.
Tonight I will hopefully get shirts that fit. Yesterday I got hand-me-down shirts from other people. The shirts are men's neck sizes. The one I wore last night was a 17 1/2. It went down to my knees.
Doing cash pulls sucks. Counting down the drawers sucks. Remembering all the crap we have to do with the computer system sucks. Trying to make people do what I tell them sucks. At least I can remember the code for the alarm. And I get my own manager's card (with nifty cool retractable string) and keys tonight!
Tonight it's just me and Levi. That's going to be interesting. Levi does not yet know that I get to wear the same color shirt he does.
Wednesday, September 20, 2006
Happy Day After Talk Like a Pirate Day, Me Matey!
Apparently letting the dog in the house has become a point of contention between my dad and me. I don't know why, but he's always upset when I let her in for some reason, and not when my mom lets her in. Let it be known before I tell this story that he never said "Don't let the dog in." He said, "She can stay outside." Son of a gun, I can't put in new paragraphs because AOL is a POS. I apologize for the lack of paragraph breaks. Anyway, on with the story. Ellie was outside and wanted to come inside. Dad says, "She can stay outside." Mom says, "She'll just jump on the door and tear up the screen." I let her in. All is well and good for a little while. My parents are watching NCIS, I'm in my room watching Dancing with the Stars because I'm a dork like that. All of a sudden, dad comes tromping down the hall and I hear "I told you to leave her outside!" I don't recall what I said, if anything. Then dad launches into a big, long tirade about how I'm supposed to do what he says and he doesn't like me doing whatever I want and I may be 24 years old but as long as I live in his house I'm going to do what he says, not what I want. My clever, mature response? "Fine. And I'm not 24."
Friday, September 08, 2006
CORRECTION
I let as many people as I have phone numbers know this yesterday (except Scott, because the phone number I have for him won't reach him in Italy (I don't think)), but the gathering of people will be Saturday at my house. It is for sure, so you will be there.
RAWR!
RAWR!
Thursday, September 07, 2006
Tomorrow
I'm thinking about having people over to my house tomorrow evening. Just to let you all know. I don't know for sure yet. I'll figure it out tonight. I almost posted directions to my house, but then I thought better of it. You never know what kind of creepy stalkers might be out there. It's supposed to be a really nice day. And probably a nice evening as well.
Sunday, August 27, 2006
Announcement
In order to participate in whatever activities are planned for this coming Labor Day weekend, I hereby renounce my evil J-Namer ways and have changed my name to Buttercup. That is all.
Wednesday, August 23, 2006
This is Fun
Ashley seems to think that CJ will win a game tomorrow night. Seeing as someone has to stick up for Northmont, I hereby officially announce that this will not happen. RAWR! I think it is important to note that I really don't care much one way or the other. The fact that Northmont wins football games at all amazes me. They won all of 7 games during my entire tenure in high school. 5 of those wins were during my senior year. The other 2 were my freshman year.
I might try to talk someone in my family into going down to Welcome Stadium with me tomorrow night. I'll be home and all that good stuff, so why not go bother Ashley at work?
I might try to talk someone in my family into going down to Welcome Stadium with me tomorrow night. I'll be home and all that good stuff, so why not go bother Ashley at work?
Tuesday, August 22, 2006
Tough Stuff
I did something brave. With much convincing from Christina I sent an e-mail to a guy I met in a bar here in Athens a few weeks ago. I even sent him my phone number. Now I'm going to sit here and freak out about whether or not he's going to call me and if he does what the hell I'll say to him. He was a really nice guy. Nice while drunk, anyway. He's also from Centerville, so it doesn't matter as much that I'm graduating and leaving Athens for good. I'm just getting all freaked out about it. Because I'm like that. Hooray for bravery.
Monday, August 21, 2006
I'm Having Issues
I keep forgetting what e-mail account I used to set this up, and I keep signing into the wrong one and wondering why the hell it keeps telling me to create a blog when I already have one. I finally figured it out, though. Go me.
Now that I've finally hacked into my account, though, I forget what I was going to write. So, I'll leave it at that. Good night!
Now that I've finally hacked into my account, though, I forget what I was going to write. So, I'll leave it at that. Good night!
Wednesday, August 16, 2006
Blogger the New
New version of Blogger! It apparently has fun new toys, but I do not feel like taking the time to play with them right now. I can even add categories, but as just about everything on here would fall under the "random" category, I think I'll just skip that part. But you never know, maybe I'll reach a brand new level of bored some day and find a way to divide them.
Sunday, August 13, 2006
He's Back!
Creepy Trailer Guy continues to stalk me on Livejournal! I haven't updated it since January or something like that, and he left me a comment again yesterday. What a creepy trailer guy! I don't even know why I went back and checked it. Curiosity I suppose. What a nutjob.
Tuesday, August 08, 2006
Waiting for a Call
"INVASOR! Because he's GREAT!"
That has nothing to do with the call I'm waiting for. I just thought it was funny. I watched a horse race this weekend and the announcers were talking about who they picked to win and why, and Kenny Mayne gave that as his answer. He said it all funny, too. And then Invasor won so he started yelling it again. I guess his reasoning worked, though.
These people need to call me so I can go out and do stuff! Grr!
That has nothing to do with the call I'm waiting for. I just thought it was funny. I watched a horse race this weekend and the announcers were talking about who they picked to win and why, and Kenny Mayne gave that as his answer. He said it all funny, too. And then Invasor won so he started yelling it again. I guess his reasoning worked, though.
These people need to call me so I can go out and do stuff! Grr!
Monday, August 07, 2006
12:30 in the Morning
I don't know why I am still awake. I think I've just spent too much time staying up late during the last week and I can't convince myself that it's bedtime. It's been bedtime for about an hour and a half, and yet here I sit, tired as can be, but not motivated enough to get up and walk the 7 or so feet from this chair to my room. My room that my aunt and uncle are being kind enough to let me occupy for free this summer. It's so nice to not have to pay rent. You can't even imagine. Unless you are not paying rent. Then you understand.
The fake campaign has turned out to be all kinds of fun. All kinds of fun if you don't count Dustin, Captain Obvious and Mr. Dependability. He's supposed to be the press aide, but I haven't gotten crap for help from him on this whole thing. He mostly drifts around the room, bringing up points that we talked about twenty minutes ago. Sometimes he doesn't even bother to show up for meetings. It's not like we really need 7 people for this, but he's part of the group. It'd be nice if he participated as much as the rest of us, on the same timeline as the rest of us. I feel a little bad for the kid when everyone starts laughing at him when he's not around (mostly because some not-so-small part of me wonders if they do the same to me when I'm not around), but then I remember that he hasn't contributed a thing to this project (and I know I have, so at least I've got that going for me). Something about him reminds me of Macy's Thanksgiving Day Parade balloons. Big, lumbering, essentially useless and really just frustrating to the people trying to work with them.
I had to be one of those balloon wranglers for the Dayton Children's Christmas Parade in high school. I got to hold a walrus flipper, or at least the rope attached to the flipper. Downtown Dayton is a dumb place to parade those balloons. Lots of wires, and they're all pretty low. The walrus spent most of the parade dragging on the ground. I stepped on her flipper and tore it, but someone in front of me was kind enough to cover for me and told the balloon's owner that it'd been like that the whole time. Pretty cool, that girl was. I don't even remember who did that. It would help if I could remember what year we had to work the parade. I have an idea of who it might have been, but she graduated my freshman year, and I don't think we did it that year. Oh well. It's only an issue right now because it's 12:30 and I ought to be asleep. I think I'll go do that now.
The fake campaign has turned out to be all kinds of fun. All kinds of fun if you don't count Dustin, Captain Obvious and Mr. Dependability. He's supposed to be the press aide, but I haven't gotten crap for help from him on this whole thing. He mostly drifts around the room, bringing up points that we talked about twenty minutes ago. Sometimes he doesn't even bother to show up for meetings. It's not like we really need 7 people for this, but he's part of the group. It'd be nice if he participated as much as the rest of us, on the same timeline as the rest of us. I feel a little bad for the kid when everyone starts laughing at him when he's not around (mostly because some not-so-small part of me wonders if they do the same to me when I'm not around), but then I remember that he hasn't contributed a thing to this project (and I know I have, so at least I've got that going for me). Something about him reminds me of Macy's Thanksgiving Day Parade balloons. Big, lumbering, essentially useless and really just frustrating to the people trying to work with them.
I had to be one of those balloon wranglers for the Dayton Children's Christmas Parade in high school. I got to hold a walrus flipper, or at least the rope attached to the flipper. Downtown Dayton is a dumb place to parade those balloons. Lots of wires, and they're all pretty low. The walrus spent most of the parade dragging on the ground. I stepped on her flipper and tore it, but someone in front of me was kind enough to cover for me and told the balloon's owner that it'd been like that the whole time. Pretty cool, that girl was. I don't even remember who did that. It would help if I could remember what year we had to work the parade. I have an idea of who it might have been, but she graduated my freshman year, and I don't think we did it that year. Oh well. It's only an issue right now because it's 12:30 and I ought to be asleep. I think I'll go do that now.
Thursday, July 27, 2006
All About Becky
From the hospital, Becky has requested that I write about her, so I'm going to do that. She also says that I should put her eulogy in here, which is something I had to write for Death and Dying. I made up some stuff and it's about 2 1/2 pages long, so enjoy that. Here it is.
Dear family and friends, we are here today to honor and celebrate the life of Rebecca Gerity, better known to most of us as Becky. Happily, Becky is able to be here with us today. You’ll recognize her as the short blonde in the front row. Becky is many things to many people. She is a daughter, a wife, a sister and a friend. In a few weeks she will also be the mother of twin girls, who I am sure will be beautiful. Becky is my one and only sister as well as my friend. Though, if she keeps calling me in the middle of the night I might take friend off that list. She also wants me to tell you that she is the hottest girl I know.
I have chosen to honor my sister because she is my sister, and also my best friend. What greater reason is there than that? For all her strange quirks, Becky is a fantastic person. Her quirks make her who she is. Becky wouldn’t be Becky without her obsession with the color pink or her “ghetto driving.”
I have known Becky for almost 21 years. We met at O’Bleness the day she was born. I was two and a half years old and she had just been born. Becky is enrolled in the Toledo Academy of Beauty. She has three days of school to finish before she can become a cosmetologist, but she has to wait until the twins are born before she can do that. So, for now she sits in the hospital and does not exactly “make a living.”
The thing I admire most about my sister is that she is always there for me. Being my sister, I suppose I should expect that, but I am still grateful that she is there. Not all sisters have the relationship we have. We have not always had the relationship we have now. When we were younger, we fought almost constantly, and always over small, petty things. I remember at least one fight over computer time that turned into a game of Who Can Make the Funniest Animal Noise. At the end, for some reason, we poured pepper into each other’s milk. I also admire that Becky has practically no fear. Sure, she cries every time she sees a needle, but outside of that, fearless. Becky does not hide her feelings from other people. If she likes you, you know it. If she hates you, you know it.
If there was just one thing I could tell the world about Becky, it is that if she is mean to you, she likes you. A lot of people have told me how mean my sister is, but it is really just her way of being friendly. It sounds weird, but it is true. It is kind of how our whole family works. We express our love for each other in endless jokes and insults. Becky tells you if she does not like you. If she seems a little harsh, she is just playing.
I have learned so many things from Becky it is hard to remember them all. For one, I learned from her that being late is not the end of the world. Becky operates on her own time scale, called Becky Time. Becky Time is generally at least ten minutes behind the time the rest of us use. On a more serious note, Becky has also taught me about friendship. She is kind of required to be my sister, as the biology of that cannot be changed, but she is not required to be my friend. Becky and I are very different in some ways, but we can be friends in spite of our differences. Becky is a strong-willed, outgoing, pink loving girly girl, and I am pretty much the exact opposite. Perhaps I have also learned that opposites really do attract.
Now I would like to share a few anecdotes with you. Becky and I have had some very odd adventures. In high school I drove a 1988 Chrysler LeBaron convertible. It was a pile of junk, but it moved. Gas prices were much lower then, and we used to drive around town blasting Ricky Martin’s Livin’ La Vida Loca with the top down. We played the song over and over again. The CD player in my car did not have a repeat function, so Becky kept “falling over” and “accidentally” playing the song again. It does not sound like anything special, but we thought it was hilarious.
Also hilarious was Becky’s bachelorette party. The party started off with typical bachelorette party games, and then moved to Dave and Buster’s in Columbus. The games were fun, but the Scavenger Hunt was more fun. Becky’s friend Erin found the Scavenger Hunt card and we enjoyed finding people to do the tasks for us. We had an entire group of men on their knees singing “You Are So Beautiful” to my sister. We also got an employee to give my sister a rainbow tattoo with a pen. Becky got marriage advice from all of the bartenders and a manager. Though it is unlikely, I would like to believe that the employees of that restaurant will not soon forget us. Even without alcohol the four of us were probably the single most annoying group there.
Basically, I have put everyone through all of this to come to my final conclusion. I love my sister!
She also says she misses arguing with Scott.
Dear family and friends, we are here today to honor and celebrate the life of Rebecca Gerity, better known to most of us as Becky. Happily, Becky is able to be here with us today. You’ll recognize her as the short blonde in the front row. Becky is many things to many people. She is a daughter, a wife, a sister and a friend. In a few weeks she will also be the mother of twin girls, who I am sure will be beautiful. Becky is my one and only sister as well as my friend. Though, if she keeps calling me in the middle of the night I might take friend off that list. She also wants me to tell you that she is the hottest girl I know.
I have chosen to honor my sister because she is my sister, and also my best friend. What greater reason is there than that? For all her strange quirks, Becky is a fantastic person. Her quirks make her who she is. Becky wouldn’t be Becky without her obsession with the color pink or her “ghetto driving.”
I have known Becky for almost 21 years. We met at O’Bleness the day she was born. I was two and a half years old and she had just been born. Becky is enrolled in the Toledo Academy of Beauty. She has three days of school to finish before she can become a cosmetologist, but she has to wait until the twins are born before she can do that. So, for now she sits in the hospital and does not exactly “make a living.”
The thing I admire most about my sister is that she is always there for me. Being my sister, I suppose I should expect that, but I am still grateful that she is there. Not all sisters have the relationship we have. We have not always had the relationship we have now. When we were younger, we fought almost constantly, and always over small, petty things. I remember at least one fight over computer time that turned into a game of Who Can Make the Funniest Animal Noise. At the end, for some reason, we poured pepper into each other’s milk. I also admire that Becky has practically no fear. Sure, she cries every time she sees a needle, but outside of that, fearless. Becky does not hide her feelings from other people. If she likes you, you know it. If she hates you, you know it.
If there was just one thing I could tell the world about Becky, it is that if she is mean to you, she likes you. A lot of people have told me how mean my sister is, but it is really just her way of being friendly. It sounds weird, but it is true. It is kind of how our whole family works. We express our love for each other in endless jokes and insults. Becky tells you if she does not like you. If she seems a little harsh, she is just playing.
I have learned so many things from Becky it is hard to remember them all. For one, I learned from her that being late is not the end of the world. Becky operates on her own time scale, called Becky Time. Becky Time is generally at least ten minutes behind the time the rest of us use. On a more serious note, Becky has also taught me about friendship. She is kind of required to be my sister, as the biology of that cannot be changed, but she is not required to be my friend. Becky and I are very different in some ways, but we can be friends in spite of our differences. Becky is a strong-willed, outgoing, pink loving girly girl, and I am pretty much the exact opposite. Perhaps I have also learned that opposites really do attract.
Now I would like to share a few anecdotes with you. Becky and I have had some very odd adventures. In high school I drove a 1988 Chrysler LeBaron convertible. It was a pile of junk, but it moved. Gas prices were much lower then, and we used to drive around town blasting Ricky Martin’s Livin’ La Vida Loca with the top down. We played the song over and over again. The CD player in my car did not have a repeat function, so Becky kept “falling over” and “accidentally” playing the song again. It does not sound like anything special, but we thought it was hilarious.
Also hilarious was Becky’s bachelorette party. The party started off with typical bachelorette party games, and then moved to Dave and Buster’s in Columbus. The games were fun, but the Scavenger Hunt was more fun. Becky’s friend Erin found the Scavenger Hunt card and we enjoyed finding people to do the tasks for us. We had an entire group of men on their knees singing “You Are So Beautiful” to my sister. We also got an employee to give my sister a rainbow tattoo with a pen. Becky got marriage advice from all of the bartenders and a manager. Though it is unlikely, I would like to believe that the employees of that restaurant will not soon forget us. Even without alcohol the four of us were probably the single most annoying group there.
Basically, I have put everyone through all of this to come to my final conclusion. I love my sister!
She also says she misses arguing with Scott.
Monday, July 24, 2006
Jacci the Press Secretary
My sister is having twins on August 1 at 10 AM. Hooray for being an aunt! I don't think I'll make a very good aunt, but there's nothing to be done for it. I don't know if I'll even be able to be at the hospital on the 1st. I'll have to discuss with some professors.
Speaking of professors, one of mine seems to think that mock elections are a good idea. We have a Republican group, a Democrat group and a journalists group. I get to be press secretary for the Republicans. It should actually be fun. We haven't decided who we're going to pretend to be, but I think it's going to be Olympia Snow (I think that's her name). She a senator from Maine. We're mock running for president. We assume that the Democrats are going to run Hillary against us. I think we can beat her. Hillary's scary. The most entertaining part of this, I think, is going to be that our campaign manager is a College Democrat and our fake Olympia Snow is a College Republican. I think it will be funny.
Apparently our electorate is going to be another Poli-sci class, so we're not too ecstatic about our chances of winning over what is sure to be a room full of Democrats, but we have strategies. Some of them are simple like e-spamming them. Others involve buying people off for ten dollars. Apparently Dr. Gordon doesn't want us resorting to cheating, but what's a presidential campaign without a little cheating? But, alas, I think we shall be sticking to fair play.
Speaking of professors, one of mine seems to think that mock elections are a good idea. We have a Republican group, a Democrat group and a journalists group. I get to be press secretary for the Republicans. It should actually be fun. We haven't decided who we're going to pretend to be, but I think it's going to be Olympia Snow (I think that's her name). She a senator from Maine. We're mock running for president. We assume that the Democrats are going to run Hillary against us. I think we can beat her. Hillary's scary. The most entertaining part of this, I think, is going to be that our campaign manager is a College Democrat and our fake Olympia Snow is a College Republican. I think it will be funny.
Apparently our electorate is going to be another Poli-sci class, so we're not too ecstatic about our chances of winning over what is sure to be a room full of Democrats, but we have strategies. Some of them are simple like e-spamming them. Others involve buying people off for ten dollars. Apparently Dr. Gordon doesn't want us resorting to cheating, but what's a presidential campaign without a little cheating? But, alas, I think we shall be sticking to fair play.
Thursday, July 13, 2006
Bye-Bye Kearnsy
MY Austin Kearns. Traded to the stupid Nationals where he will have to suffer the terror known as Jim Bowden. He was MINE! He was staying in Cincinnati for the rest of forever because I said it would be so. Thanks for listening Wayne! Now I have to get a new favorite Red.
Wednesday, June 21, 2006
Boo Summer School
It turns out that taking three classes at once during the summer is not exactly wise. One of them doesn't start until July 10, so at least for now it's only the two, but even so, sitting through 6 straight hours of class is no fun. I'm pretty much dreading the four days I'm going to have to sit through 10 straight hours. It would be different if I had a bit of a break in between. I also don't like having to eat lunch at 11:30 and then having to wait until 7:30 for dinner. That blows, too. I like eating.
To make myself feel better I have procured the sequel to Wicked. Thus far it is quite good. I had pretty high expectations for it, so it must be meeting them to this point. I was very angry when I finished Wicked because one character's story line was left entirely unfinished. It seemed like he had left it open for a sequel. I believe he said something about how the kid went off to look for someone but that's a story for another time or something like that, but I didn't know he had written a sequel, I thought it was just going to come up later in the book, but it never did. So angry. Then Son of a Witch was brought to my attention, and I was much happier. Not only is the story wrapped up (I assume), but there's a whole book! More for me to read! But then more for me to pay, also. But I don't care. I'm getting a little tired of reading the same books over and over again. Not that they're bad, I just want to read new things.
Now I am very hungry. Stupid dinner having to be cooked first. I want it to come out of the freezer ready to eat. But, unfortunately, ice cream does not a healthy dinner make.
To make myself feel better I have procured the sequel to Wicked. Thus far it is quite good. I had pretty high expectations for it, so it must be meeting them to this point. I was very angry when I finished Wicked because one character's story line was left entirely unfinished. It seemed like he had left it open for a sequel. I believe he said something about how the kid went off to look for someone but that's a story for another time or something like that, but I didn't know he had written a sequel, I thought it was just going to come up later in the book, but it never did. So angry. Then Son of a Witch was brought to my attention, and I was much happier. Not only is the story wrapped up (I assume), but there's a whole book! More for me to read! But then more for me to pay, also. But I don't care. I'm getting a little tired of reading the same books over and over again. Not that they're bad, I just want to read new things.
Now I am very hungry. Stupid dinner having to be cooked first. I want it to come out of the freezer ready to eat. But, unfortunately, ice cream does not a healthy dinner make.
First Day of Summer
Happy Looking Forward to Heat, Humidity, Sunburn and Aloe Day!
That's more than a little pessimistic, huh?
That's more than a little pessimistic, huh?
Monday, June 05, 2006
Thursday, June 01, 2006
JUNE!!!
Happy June! My sister is married! Here's a picture!
And here's a picture of me dancing with Becky.
It's really hot. I'm almost done with this quarter. I'm sick of school. I have never missed the Dayton area more than I do right now. Probably because I miss my friends. I want to go swimming, which I will get to do this weekend. Yay! That's about it.
And here's a picture of me dancing with Becky.
It's really hot. I'm almost done with this quarter. I'm sick of school. I have never missed the Dayton area more than I do right now. Probably because I miss my friends. I want to go swimming, which I will get to do this weekend. Yay! That's about it.
Tuesday, May 23, 2006
Par-tay
Bachelorette Scavenger Hunts are a good deal of fun. There's nothing quite like asking a bunch of drunk strangers to get down on one knee and serenade the bride-to-be (allowing them to sing whatever song they want), or getting one of the Dave and Buster's managers to give three sex or marriage tips, or having all the bartenders write "good luck" messages on the back of the card. The good luck messages turned out to be more like sexual advice, but whatever. It was highly entertaining.
Also, cake and brownies are good, but eating too much of them leads to feeling quite crappy the next day.
Also, cake and brownies are good, but eating too much of them leads to feeling quite crappy the next day.
Sunday, May 21, 2006
Waffles II
Today I purchased waffles. All is right with the world. Maybe not all. Much is right with the world.
On another note, the Preakness was yesterday. I suppose this probably means little to most people, but it's usually exciting for me. This year's version was pretty darn scary, though. Last year's was scary, too. Last year Afleet Alex put on a little circus show. This year Barbaro, who I am quite convinced would have finally won the Triple Crown after 28 years of no Triple Crown winners, busted the hell out of his leg. It looked gross. TV kept showing it. Apparently he had three broken bones in the bottom half of this one leg (one of the bones was pretty much shattered) and had dislocated his ankle. He had 7 hours of surgery today, has 23 screws in his leg, and a whole lot of not moving to look forward to for the next couple of months, but he survived. They didn't have to put him down. Granted, he's certainly not out of the woods yet. Now they're worried about infection and something awful called laminitis, that leads to foundering, which is really quite nasty, but he's got a lot of people giving him lots of medicine so hopefully that doesn't happen. Apparently horses with that severe of a fracture are generally euthanized on the track right then and there, but since Barbaro is worth millions of dollars they actually bothered to attempt to save his life. The doctor that did the surgery said he'd never worked on so many injuries on one horse at the same time. It seems he did a good job, though.
In the '70's there was a horse named Ruffian who was all kinds of awesome and she beat up on all the other fillies she raced. Her owners put her in a match race with Foolish Pleasure, winner of the Kentucky Derby and other things I'm sure, and she shattered her front leg then kept trying to run on it. They tried to operate on her leg to save her, and actually managed to get the surgery done, but when she woke up she freaked out, kicked everything, destroyed everything the doctors had done in surgery and caused even more damage. She had to be put down. ESPN is making a TV movie about her. She was something awesome, but that's not going to be a fun movie to watch.
On another note, the Preakness was yesterday. I suppose this probably means little to most people, but it's usually exciting for me. This year's version was pretty darn scary, though. Last year's was scary, too. Last year Afleet Alex put on a little circus show. This year Barbaro, who I am quite convinced would have finally won the Triple Crown after 28 years of no Triple Crown winners, busted the hell out of his leg. It looked gross. TV kept showing it. Apparently he had three broken bones in the bottom half of this one leg (one of the bones was pretty much shattered) and had dislocated his ankle. He had 7 hours of surgery today, has 23 screws in his leg, and a whole lot of not moving to look forward to for the next couple of months, but he survived. They didn't have to put him down. Granted, he's certainly not out of the woods yet. Now they're worried about infection and something awful called laminitis, that leads to foundering, which is really quite nasty, but he's got a lot of people giving him lots of medicine so hopefully that doesn't happen. Apparently horses with that severe of a fracture are generally euthanized on the track right then and there, but since Barbaro is worth millions of dollars they actually bothered to attempt to save his life. The doctor that did the surgery said he'd never worked on so many injuries on one horse at the same time. It seems he did a good job, though.
In the '70's there was a horse named Ruffian who was all kinds of awesome and she beat up on all the other fillies she raced. Her owners put her in a match race with Foolish Pleasure, winner of the Kentucky Derby and other things I'm sure, and she shattered her front leg then kept trying to run on it. They tried to operate on her leg to save her, and actually managed to get the surgery done, but when she woke up she freaked out, kicked everything, destroyed everything the doctors had done in surgery and caused even more damage. She had to be put down. ESPN is making a TV movie about her. She was something awesome, but that's not going to be a fun movie to watch.
Thursday, May 18, 2006
Thursday, May 11, 2006
Hax0red
Oh hackers, how we love ye. I want to blame the whole situation on OU, but I'm not sure I can. I think this might be the work of pathetically obsessed jerkwads with way too much time on their hands. I'm not sure that OU was actually the screw up this time. Or these times, rather, as it has happened three times in the last few weeks now. It's rather disconcerting. They have firewalls and all that jazz and I'd assume they have pretty fancy protection stuffs going on. It's certainly not for lack of finances if they don't. I wasn't concerned about this latest hacking because it was in Hudson's data and I hadn't ever been sick enough to go to Hudson. Then I remembered that I did go there for a TB test. And even if there hadn't been that, it's the student health center. Who knows what kind of info they have there?
The FBI's all over this and there were news vans all over campus today. Channel 4 was here, but there was no Chopper 4. Too bad. Their news van does not fly, but it does have a giant satellite on top. The news vans were how I found out about this latest one. I had to watch the news to figure out what all the news stations were doing on campus. It's not often the Columbus media is interested enough in a story down here to actually send crews to Athens. I'm quite convinced they only do it to make fun of us, though. They like to compare us to OSU in a not so flattering way. Someone said that they did a story on the girl that got kidnapped and driven around the state or whatever a few years ago and made it sound like that kind of thing happens here all the time (which it doesn't). They proceeded to follow that story with one about the superb safety of OSU's campus. Which do you think is safer, Athens or Columbus?
The FBI's all over this and there were news vans all over campus today. Channel 4 was here, but there was no Chopper 4. Too bad. Their news van does not fly, but it does have a giant satellite on top. The news vans were how I found out about this latest one. I had to watch the news to figure out what all the news stations were doing on campus. It's not often the Columbus media is interested enough in a story down here to actually send crews to Athens. I'm quite convinced they only do it to make fun of us, though. They like to compare us to OSU in a not so flattering way. Someone said that they did a story on the girl that got kidnapped and driven around the state or whatever a few years ago and made it sound like that kind of thing happens here all the time (which it doesn't). They proceeded to follow that story with one about the superb safety of OSU's campus. Which do you think is safer, Athens or Columbus?
Tuesday, May 09, 2006
Silly Time Warner
I had an envelope in my mail today from Time Warner Cable with "Please Accept Our Apology" written on the front in big, blue letters. I said, "Only if your apology comes in the form of cash," as I was assuming it was going to be a "we're raising your rates" apology. Anyway, I opened the letter and it was blabbing on about how their recent billing conversion was causing problems for people and the volume of calls about that had hindered their previously impeccable customer service and concluded with "Over the past few weeks, we haven't met your expectations for great service, and we're sorry. Please accept these free CAPA and Columbus Zoo tickets as our thanks for your patience during this time." So, I hadn't dealt with their customer service at all. I hadn't noticed anything, but because a bunch of other people were pissed, I now possess two tickets to the CAPA Summer Movie Series and two tickets to the Columbus Zoo. Way cool. I don't know anything about the CAPA Summer Movie Series. I don't even know what CAPA stands for. So I'm going to go investigate.
Monday, May 08, 2006
Accidental Baseball
I accidentally stumbled upon my cousin's baseball game today. I went for a walk after class because I had nothing better to do with my day, walked by a ballpark and was flagged down by my aunt. That was pretty neat. Casey's in 6th grade, but he gets to play for the 7th grade team because he's awesome like that. He plays for the 6th grade team, too. My uncle is one of the coaches for his team because he's awesome, too. That and he coaches and referees all sports in Nelsonville. He's even the announcer for the high school football games. Anyway, here are some not-so-fabulous pictures. It's hard to take good pictures through a fence.
Uncle Steve the 3rd base coach
Casey hard at work
Casey again
Sam wants to play, too, but the sign says "No Dogs Allowed"
Sunday, May 07, 2006
Results!
Since I gave everybody horses for the Derby, I figured I ought to tell you how they did. So, here's that.
Chris - Barbaro - 1st
Steph - Bluegrass Cat - 2nd
Mike - Steppenwolfer - 3rd
Christina - Brother Derek - 4th
Jeremy - Showing Up - 6th
Andrea - Sweetnorthernsaint - 7th
Dan - Deputy Glitters - 8th
Eric - Point Determined - 9th
Jess - Seaside Retreat - 10th
Jacci - Lawyer Ron - 12th
Megan - Cause to Believe - 13th
Ben - Private Vow - 15th
Jon - Sinister Minister - 16th
Scott - Bob and John - 17th
Matt - A.P. Warrior - 18th
Becky - Sharp Humor - 19th
Ashley - Keyed Entry - 20th
"I Hate Horses" Berlo wins. Doesn't that just figure?
Chris - Barbaro - 1st
Steph - Bluegrass Cat - 2nd
Mike - Steppenwolfer - 3rd
Christina - Brother Derek - 4th
Jeremy - Showing Up - 6th
Andrea - Sweetnorthernsaint - 7th
Dan - Deputy Glitters - 8th
Eric - Point Determined - 9th
Jess - Seaside Retreat - 10th
Jacci - Lawyer Ron - 12th
Megan - Cause to Believe - 13th
Ben - Private Vow - 15th
Jon - Sinister Minister - 16th
Scott - Bob and John - 17th
Matt - A.P. Warrior - 18th
Becky - Sharp Humor - 19th
Ashley - Keyed Entry - 20th
"I Hate Horses" Berlo wins. Doesn't that just figure?
Friday, May 05, 2006
Wasting my Time
More quizzly action. These things make it so easy to not do any actual thinking for myself.
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Wednesday, May 03, 2006
Kentucky Derby in 3 Days!
In honor of the Kentucky Derby and my obsession with horse racing, I have taken the liberty of assigning y'all horses for the Derby. You don't get anything if your horse wins (unless you decide you want to have a Derby Pool or something, but that's up to you guys), but I thought it would be fun to force everyone to share a bit of the interest with me. If I don't have you on the list but you want to play too, lemme know. I'll find ya a horse. So, without further ado, THE LIST!
Andrea - Sweetnorthernsaint
Ashley - Keyed Entry
Becky - Sharp Humor
Ben - Private Vow
Chris - Barbaro
Christina - Brother Derek
Dan - Deputy Glitters
Eric - Point Determined
Jacci - Lawyer Ron
Jeremy - Showing Up
Jess - Seaside Retreat
Jon - Sinister Minister
Matt - A.P. Warrior
Megan - Cause to Believe
Mike - Steppenwolfer
Scott - Bob and John
Steph - Bluegrass Cat
Yay for that!
Andrea - Sweetnorthernsaint
Ashley - Keyed Entry
Becky - Sharp Humor
Ben - Private Vow
Chris - Barbaro
Christina - Brother Derek
Dan - Deputy Glitters
Eric - Point Determined
Jacci - Lawyer Ron
Jeremy - Showing Up
Jess - Seaside Retreat
Jon - Sinister Minister
Matt - A.P. Warrior
Megan - Cause to Believe
Mike - Steppenwolfer
Scott - Bob and John
Steph - Bluegrass Cat
Yay for that!
Thursday, April 27, 2006
Exams Break My Wrist
Writing for an hour and 45 minutes really hurts. It's been over three hours and my whole arm still hurts.
Now I think I'm going to go buy McDonald's for dinner. I'm feeling lazy.
Now I think I'm going to go buy McDonald's for dinner. I'm feeling lazy.
Tuesday, April 25, 2006
I managed to run away from creepy stalker dude yesterday. It was a surprise. He came to class late so he sat on the opposite side of the room from me, which gave me just enough time to get out the door before he caught up with me. Then I turned left down the hallway instead of right and, thanks to the vast number of people tramping through the hallway, I must have escaped his notice. I didn't have to lie to him to get rid of him this time. Just walk quickly and hide. I don't think that's going to work every day, though. This is turning out to be quite the adventure, though.
I want to point out that this guy isn't the dangerous real stalker type. He's just a lonely guy with no friends in the city and he's kind of latched on to me. He just happens to be all kinds of annoying, too. He also looks like an even less attractive Paul Giamatti. I can't be mean and tell him to go away because I feel sorry for him, but I don't want to spend all of my free time with him either. Not to mention that feeling sorry for someone isn't a good reason to be friends. There seems to be no middle ground with him, though. He can't just leave it at talking when we see each other at class and walking back from class together. We go the same direction and I wouldn't mind walking with him if he would stop at his place instead of always going to mine. I'm running out of reasons why he can't come in. Homework's a good one, but I don't think he's going to buy it for long. I mean, who does homework at 10 in the morning every day? And I already discovered that "I have to go to the library" results in "I'll come with you." It's just so frustrating! Minor, yes, but frustrating all the same.
I want to point out that this guy isn't the dangerous real stalker type. He's just a lonely guy with no friends in the city and he's kind of latched on to me. He just happens to be all kinds of annoying, too. He also looks like an even less attractive Paul Giamatti. I can't be mean and tell him to go away because I feel sorry for him, but I don't want to spend all of my free time with him either. Not to mention that feeling sorry for someone isn't a good reason to be friends. There seems to be no middle ground with him, though. He can't just leave it at talking when we see each other at class and walking back from class together. We go the same direction and I wouldn't mind walking with him if he would stop at his place instead of always going to mine. I'm running out of reasons why he can't come in. Homework's a good one, but I don't think he's going to buy it for long. I mean, who does homework at 10 in the morning every day? And I already discovered that "I have to go to the library" results in "I'll come with you." It's just so frustrating! Minor, yes, but frustrating all the same.
Sunday, April 23, 2006
TV Is Stupid
All kinds of bored. I could be watching Desperate Housewives, but they're playing some stupid recap episode so I can catch up on the season if I haven't seen it, which I have. It's really not that great this season. I've only been watching it out of habit and because it's something to do. I certainly don't need to see the whole thing all over again. Usually I'm happy that the Reds generally play in the afternoon on Sundays, but not at this moment. I have nothing to do with myself right now. Not even homework. Not that I'd do it right now if I had it, but still, I don't even have the option.
Speaking of the Reds, they got their asses totally kicked on Saturday only to turn around and totally kick the Brewers asses today. Very exciting. And while we're talking about the Reds, there's a game on May 13 that Christina and I would like to go to. Tell us if you would like to come, too! It's Adam Dunn Figurine Night. We need to get one.
Speaking of the Reds, they got their asses totally kicked on Saturday only to turn around and totally kick the Brewers asses today. Very exciting. And while we're talking about the Reds, there's a game on May 13 that Christina and I would like to go to. Tell us if you would like to come, too! It's Adam Dunn Figurine Night. We need to get one.
Thursday, April 20, 2006
It Seems I Like Apples
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Hehe...
Probing.
So creepy stalker dude has gotten even more creepy. I know he's just lonely and the fact that I'll talk to him and whatnot gives him the impression that I'm his best friend or something, but I really wish he'd quit following me around. I had to go to the library to do an assignment yesterday that involved walking around the 3rd and 6th floors looking for random journals that might be relevent to studying mental health. Creepy dude decides to follow me in circles for an HOUR. I didn't have to do the assignment right then, but I thought it'd be enough to deter him from following me around all afternoon. I was wrong. In the middle of this, out of nowhere, he starts telling me how he was shy in high school and he was always looking down. At prom I guess his friends told him that he shouldn't look at girls' breasts while he's dancing with them. Apparently, the lesson he learned here was that he should look at breasts discreetly. My response was, "Or not at all!!" And he said, "Oh, uh, yeah, not at all. That's right." What with this latest conversation and the spending two hours talking about all of his ex-girlfriends and how often he thinks about sex this guy is not doing a good job of getting on my good side. He even went so far as to tell me that I can't be a good baseball fan unless I can throw a ball. If he keeps this up I'll show him just how well I can throw a ball. At his face.
Monday, April 17, 2006
Wednesday, April 12, 2006
Free Points
I am totally confused. We had an exam in one of my classes today. It was on the computer. Apparently the prof likes to make the most of being stuck in a computer lab for a class that doesn't require it. That's not the confusing part.
So I take this exam, there are 21 questions. They're worth varying points, and in the end there is a total of 23 points. Being an electronic exam, I can check my grade pretty quickly. I missed 3.5 points, taking me down to a total of 19.5. My grade, however, shows me having 19.5/20. Where did the other three points go? I'm all for having an A instead of a B, but I'd like to know how that worked out. Maybe she grades on a curve. That'd be pretty neat.
RANDOM!!
So I take this exam, there are 21 questions. They're worth varying points, and in the end there is a total of 23 points. Being an electronic exam, I can check my grade pretty quickly. I missed 3.5 points, taking me down to a total of 19.5. My grade, however, shows me having 19.5/20. Where did the other three points go? I'm all for having an A instead of a B, but I'd like to know how that worked out. Maybe she grades on a curve. That'd be pretty neat.
RANDOM!!
Monday, April 10, 2006
Wiggle
There is a Jell-O commercial that I cannot help but laugh at every time I see it. It's just kids wearing cow spot shirts (or dressed up as a cow), eating chocolate pudding and dancing, but I find it incredible amusing. The song says "wiggle" a lot and every time it does they show the cow wiggling its behind. I love it.
Thursday, April 06, 2006
Snakes on a Plane
I'm not generally one to like these kinds of movies, and honestly, after seeing it, I'll probably regret it. But how can you not want to see a movie starring Samuel L. Jackson called Snakes on a Plane? Want to know why this movie is going to be awesome and yet horrible? Because the title is exactly what happens in the movie. Crazy psycho dude unleashes a crate of poisonous snakes in an airplane mid-flight. There's a clip somewhere of Mr. Jackson plugging it on Ellen's show. You can tell he thinks it's going to be horrific. I believe his comment was something like, "I didn't even read the script. I saw the title 'Snakes on a Plane' and said, 'Great! I'm there!" Steph says that he was looking for a simple action movie but wouldn't do it unless it was called Snakes on a Plane.
My only concern is that I'm going to go into this movie ready for a laugh, and instead they're going to be all serious about it. I don't see how you can make full length film out of snakes on a plane. You step on the snakes, someone smashes in crazy psycho dude's face, problem solved.
Here's a fake trailer for it. It might not be real, but it's still funny.
And here's a real trailer, for to verify it's existence. It's at the bottom of the page.
My only concern is that I'm going to go into this movie ready for a laugh, and instead they're going to be all serious about it. I don't see how you can make full length film out of snakes on a plane. You step on the snakes, someone smashes in crazy psycho dude's face, problem solved.
Here's a fake trailer for it. It might not be real, but it's still funny.
And here's a real trailer, for to verify it's existence. It's at the bottom of the page.
Wednesday, April 05, 2006
Insanity
I'm going to freaking rip the pipes out of my walls. I don't know why they have to be making this noise constantly but it has full on pissed me off. It's 1:30, I can't sleep, I have class from 8 to 5:30 tomorrow, and these damnable pipes won't shut the hell up. I can't even figure out what's causing them to make this noise. It sounds like someone's running water nearby, but it's been going nonstop since about 6 this evening.
DAMN IT ALL!
DAMN IT ALL!
Monday, April 03, 2006
Wow
Opening Day's not going so hot. The Reds are currently down by 9. The only good side I can find to this is that it is exactly the opposite of how the Reds started out last season, so maybe it means they will end the season exactly the opposite of last season. They need to win. They need to stick it to ESPN and Sports Illustrated and the Dayton Daily News.
Wednesday, March 29, 2006
An Average of "Average"
Today's 8 AM adventure was not so promising as Monday's. I was not operating at full capacity this morning. Granted, I was still in pretty good shape, just not fantastic. So, as I told Megan, my record for mornings averages out at average. It sounded way cooler and more scientific on the phone. I promise.
So, there's this guy in one of my classes, and he's suddenly decided he wants to be my friend (actually, I think he might be looking for more than that, but I don't want to be all conceited and outright say it, nor do I have any interest in it anyway). He and I were in a class together last quarter and he took no notice of me there. Suddenly, I'm an interesting person. It kind of unnerves me. He freaking followed me home after class. I had to make up a reason to get out of my apartment to get rid of him because I didn't want to be all, "Uhhh, why are you following me? Get the hell out of my apartment." I guess I didn't have to actually make up a reason. I had to drop some books off at the library and take a pink slip to Chubb. I just hadn't really intended to do that right after class. The guy's in the same kind of boat I am. All of his friends are in a different city and he's a little lonely out here, so I don't want to be full on rude to him. I don't mind being his friend, but I've known him for a total of three days. You don't just randomly follow me home after knowing me for three days. It's creepy.
So, there's this guy in one of my classes, and he's suddenly decided he wants to be my friend (actually, I think he might be looking for more than that, but I don't want to be all conceited and outright say it, nor do I have any interest in it anyway). He and I were in a class together last quarter and he took no notice of me there. Suddenly, I'm an interesting person. It kind of unnerves me. He freaking followed me home after class. I had to make up a reason to get out of my apartment to get rid of him because I didn't want to be all, "Uhhh, why are you following me? Get the hell out of my apartment." I guess I didn't have to actually make up a reason. I had to drop some books off at the library and take a pink slip to Chubb. I just hadn't really intended to do that right after class. The guy's in the same kind of boat I am. All of his friends are in a different city and he's a little lonely out here, so I don't want to be full on rude to him. I don't mind being his friend, but I've known him for a total of three days. You don't just randomly follow me home after knowing me for three days. It's creepy.
Tuesday, March 28, 2006
Pictures
I've got some pictures of the new house on el computero now. Instead of posting them all here, which is both time and space consuming, I'll just give ya a link to 'em. Here it is.
Monday, March 27, 2006
8 AM
It's been a while since I've had a class at 8 in the morning. It turns out that I am one wide awake girl at 8 AM. Everybody else was dragging their asses this morning and I was running on all cylinders. It could have something to do with the fact that they were probably all sleeping until noon for spring break while I was getting up at 6:30 to move and take care of the dog and whatnot. I suppose I could have been more prepared for it than they were. But I'm just going to attribute it to my being way more awesome than everyone else.
I've never had a class in Irvine before this quarter. In fact, the only things I've ever been to Irvine for were some poetry reading for an English class and to watch Matt play with fruit flies (I don't remember why I was there for that, but I was). My Tier III is in Irvine this quarter. That is one nice building. The desks are pretty high quality. It puts Morton to shame. SHAME.
I've never had a class in Irvine before this quarter. In fact, the only things I've ever been to Irvine for were some poetry reading for an English class and to watch Matt play with fruit flies (I don't remember why I was there for that, but I was). My Tier III is in Irvine this quarter. That is one nice building. The desks are pretty high quality. It puts Morton to shame. SHAME.
Sunday, March 26, 2006
Woo Spring Break! Boo Spring Quarter!
I had intended to spend my spring break doing a fat lot of nothing. It feels like I accomplished that goal, but in actuality I did not. Moving was much more work than I thought it should have been. But then again, when you live somewhere for 15 years, you tend to aquire a whole lot of crap. More crap than you believe could fit in your house. Obviously there are black holes in the corners. It sure was nice of them to regurgitate our stuff when we needed it.
My arms are still sore from carrying crap all over the place. Having a barn with a clubhouse and 10 acres of grass is quite super cool and all, but dragging recliners and tables and such across the grass to the barn is not so super cool. At least the 10 acres aren't actually between the house and the barn, but it's fun to whine and pretend that they are.
One of these days I'll get some pictures of the new house up on here, but right now I'd have to get my camera out of my bag and then load them all onto the computer and that's just too much effort for me right now. I'm being as lazy as possible before I have to go back to classes.
T-minus 13 days until Reds game fun!
My arms are still sore from carrying crap all over the place. Having a barn with a clubhouse and 10 acres of grass is quite super cool and all, but dragging recliners and tables and such across the grass to the barn is not so super cool. At least the 10 acres aren't actually between the house and the barn, but it's fun to whine and pretend that they are.
One of these days I'll get some pictures of the new house up on here, but right now I'd have to get my camera out of my bag and then load them all onto the computer and that's just too much effort for me right now. I'm being as lazy as possible before I have to go back to classes.
T-minus 13 days until Reds game fun!
Wednesday, March 15, 2006
"You Won't Want to be Standing Here if She Blows"
That's not really the best thing to say to a crowd of people that you need to evacuate. But that's how Athens or OU PD (Not sure who was there at that point) told me and the rest of the class that someone had called in a bomb threat to the building we were supposed to be taking an exam in.
Prior to this we had all been sitting inside awaiting the arrival of the professors and the exams. I seriously considered not going outside when the fire alarm went off, since I figured some asshat had just pulled the alarm and we'd be back inside shortly. But, since the rest of the class was leaving, I decided I would, too. So, we were all milling about by the doors behind Bentley when Mr. Police Man comes up with his yellow police tape and says, "I'm gonna need you folks to leave the area. You won't want to be standing here if she blows." I thought he was joking and I don't think most people actually heard the end of that, but he could have phrased it a little better. A little later someone found out that it was in fact a bomb threat. As usual, there was no bomb. I didn't think it'd take an hour and a half to discover that there was no bomb in Bentley, but that's how long it took.
Sitting out on Court Street for an hour and a half was actually kind of interesting, though. I got to listen to everyone trying to figure out what was going on and freaking out about what the hell they were supposed to do about their exams. I also got to talk to a guy who is graduating this quarter and then moving to Moscow. All he had to do was turn in his thesis at Bentley and he was free. But he, like the rest of us, was thwarted by the non-bomb.
At least all the to-do wasn't over a sticker this time.
Prior to this we had all been sitting inside awaiting the arrival of the professors and the exams. I seriously considered not going outside when the fire alarm went off, since I figured some asshat had just pulled the alarm and we'd be back inside shortly. But, since the rest of the class was leaving, I decided I would, too. So, we were all milling about by the doors behind Bentley when Mr. Police Man comes up with his yellow police tape and says, "I'm gonna need you folks to leave the area. You won't want to be standing here if she blows." I thought he was joking and I don't think most people actually heard the end of that, but he could have phrased it a little better. A little later someone found out that it was in fact a bomb threat. As usual, there was no bomb. I didn't think it'd take an hour and a half to discover that there was no bomb in Bentley, but that's how long it took.
Sitting out on Court Street for an hour and a half was actually kind of interesting, though. I got to listen to everyone trying to figure out what was going on and freaking out about what the hell they were supposed to do about their exams. I also got to talk to a guy who is graduating this quarter and then moving to Moscow. All he had to do was turn in his thesis at Bentley and he was free. But he, like the rest of us, was thwarted by the non-bomb.
At least all the to-do wasn't over a sticker this time.
Tuesday, March 14, 2006
Randomness
Sometime over the summer I was bored and decided I felt like drawing. I can't, but I decided I'd do it anyway. I scanned the picture so I could play with it with my image editor thing. I was looking through things on my computer and I found the drawing. I'm kind of impressed by it. I showed it to Scott before I think, but I decided to share with everyone. So, for your viewing pleasure, my non-talent:
It actually looks better there than it does in real life thanks to the wonders of my image editor. It smoothed out the shadows for me. And made Alex's name look like I painted it. I'm certainly no Van Gogh, but it was still fun.
Also, apparently I am "super-humanly upbeat" and "charmingly assertive." I may not be a total downer, but I wouldn't put myself at that level of perky. I am also not assertive in any way, but what the hell? St. Patrick's Day quizzes are fun.
It actually looks better there than it does in real life thanks to the wonders of my image editor. It smoothed out the shadows for me. And made Alex's name look like I painted it. I'm certainly no Van Gogh, but it was still fun.
Also, apparently I am "super-humanly upbeat" and "charmingly assertive." I may not be a total downer, but I wouldn't put myself at that level of perky. I am also not assertive in any way, but what the hell? St. Patrick's Day quizzes are fun.
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Monday, March 13, 2006
TITLE
Super rainy. Apparently there were supposed to be storms, too. Bad ones. They failed to make their presence felt. It's a damn good thing they failed, too. I've got to have power for to make my computer go for to write a paper by tomorrow evening. I'd be pretty upset if that didn't work out.
I'm so close to done with this quarter and yet no closer to knowing when I'm going to be done for good. I don't know how the University College people intend to inform me that I may or may not proceed with my cheater plan to get out of here early and I don't know how long I should wait for a reply in whatever form from them.
Hooray for Color Weather Radar! I can learn about all the places that are going to be flooded, stormed on, blown away, and swallowed up by tornados. The Scioto River is apparently going to cause a bunch of trouble tonight. The recording hasn't said anything about the Hocking yet, so maybe I won't get washed away. Nor will I be sucked up by a tornado. The storms are still a possibility, though. Silly March. Storms and hot today, snow and cold tomorrow.
I'm so close to done with this quarter and yet no closer to knowing when I'm going to be done for good. I don't know how the University College people intend to inform me that I may or may not proceed with my cheater plan to get out of here early and I don't know how long I should wait for a reply in whatever form from them.
Hooray for Color Weather Radar! I can learn about all the places that are going to be flooded, stormed on, blown away, and swallowed up by tornados. The Scioto River is apparently going to cause a bunch of trouble tonight. The recording hasn't said anything about the Hocking yet, so maybe I won't get washed away. Nor will I be sucked up by a tornado. The storms are still a possibility, though. Silly March. Storms and hot today, snow and cold tomorrow.
Wednesday, March 08, 2006
Darn
A little while ago I mentioned that OU's hockey team was going to go to the national tournament and beat up on Rhode Island for being unrightfully placed first in the rankings. Alas, I am now an ass. Not only did they not beat up on Rhode Island, they didn't even get a chance to play them. They were knocked out in the second round by none other than the evil Lindenwood. I was happy to find out that the game went into triple overtime. At least they didn't go down easy. I wouldn't be surprised to see something of a rivalry spring up between the two. Or at least, I wouldn't be surprised to see OU go all gung-ho after Lindenwood for the rest of forever now. I'd be pissed. They sure weren't supposed to finish out the year in 5th.
Thus ends the saga of OU's glorious 2006 season of suckitude. It started out so promising, too. Beat the Canadians for the first time ever and beat Penn State at their home for the first time in 8 years, completely owned the CSCHL. Then they had to go and finish second in the CSCHL tournament and fifth in the national one. At least they've got the CSCHL regular season championship. Technically that's not suckitude, but I stand by what I said.
Thus ends the saga of OU's glorious 2006 season of suckitude. It started out so promising, too. Beat the Canadians for the first time ever and beat Penn State at their home for the first time in 8 years, completely owned the CSCHL. Then they had to go and finish second in the CSCHL tournament and fifth in the national one. At least they've got the CSCHL regular season championship. Technically that's not suckitude, but I stand by what I said.
Tuesday, March 07, 2006
It's Almost Like Mad Libs
I forgot about this thing. It's still funny to me, too. Generic Update!!!!
Today was really great.
I got out of bed really early because I had terrible stomach cramps.
I feel unusual because my antidepressants are making me hairy.
I'm so hardcore. Me and Buzz went to the mall today, and I stole a whole heap of stuff. I got a Good Charlotte CD, a couple of DVDs and some new boots. Buzz got caught, but he fought his way out, and then we stole some lady's car and smashed it into a phone booth.
Last night I had to shave my entire body. Apparently, the lice that I caught from Amanda's friend are really hard to get rid of. I look quite strange with no hair and eyebrows. I'd post pictures, but my webcam is broken.
I want to tell the world that I love you all! You're all so special to me!
I am sharpening my knives before I go to work today, because I'm going to cut out Robert's heart and feed it to him for losing my mail.
Today, I got a digital camera! Yes! I'm so ugly. Don't look at my photos pleeeeeze.
I want to say thanks to simon and Abbey and Dave and the other Simon for helping me on Saturday. You guys are the best. By the way, if you happen to find my wallet, keys or underwear, could you SMS me? Adrian has my number.
I went to the doctor yesterday, and he said I have a terrible skin disease which prevents me from coming into contact with other human beings. And bipolar disorder.
You should all do this quiz! It's amazingly accurate. You just put in your name and birthday, and it will tell you who your real dad is.
That's enough for now. But I'll leave you with this thought - sharing your life with strangers on the internet is the cheapest form of therapy available. Leave a comment and tell me I'm beautiful.
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Today was really great.
I got out of bed really early because I had terrible stomach cramps.
I feel unusual because my antidepressants are making me hairy.
I'm so hardcore. Me and Buzz went to the mall today, and I stole a whole heap of stuff. I got a Good Charlotte CD, a couple of DVDs and some new boots. Buzz got caught, but he fought his way out, and then we stole some lady's car and smashed it into a phone booth.
Last night I had to shave my entire body. Apparently, the lice that I caught from Amanda's friend are really hard to get rid of. I look quite strange with no hair and eyebrows. I'd post pictures, but my webcam is broken.
I want to tell the world that I love you all! You're all so special to me!
I am sharpening my knives before I go to work today, because I'm going to cut out Robert's heart and feed it to him for losing my mail.
Today, I got a digital camera! Yes! I'm so ugly. Don't look at my photos pleeeeeze.
I want to say thanks to simon and Abbey and Dave and the other Simon for helping me on Saturday. You guys are the best. By the way, if you happen to find my wallet, keys or underwear, could you SMS me? Adrian has my number.
I went to the doctor yesterday, and he said I have a terrible skin disease which prevents me from coming into contact with other human beings. And bipolar disorder.
You should all do this quiz! It's amazingly accurate. You just put in your name and birthday, and it will tell you who your real dad is.
That's enough for now. But I'll leave you with this thought - sharing your life with strangers on the internet is the cheapest form of therapy available. Leave a comment and tell me I'm beautiful.
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Monday, March 06, 2006
S-M-R-T
I am so smart. I figured out how to put the title where I wanted and how to capitalize all the section headers all by myself. I should be a computer programmer. It'd take me a long time to do anything and I only know how to work with HTML, but I am convinced that I would eventually figure it out.
Yay Reds!
I have a countdown, now! All kinds of fun toys on my blog. In case you couldn't tell, it's a countdown to Opening Day for the Reds (that's why it's red). I couldn't decide if I should do Opening Day or the game we were going to, but the counter made that decision for me. "Opening Day in" fit, and whatever I was going to write for the game we're going to didn't. Problem solved.
Thursday, March 02, 2006
APD: Saving the World One Bicycle at a Time
Apparently naming your band This Bike is a Pipe Bomb is a bad idea. Especially if you're going to make stickers that people put on their bikes. Chaining a bike that says This Bike is a Pipe Bomb outside of The Oasis is also apparently a bad idea. Athens PD completely freaked. They closed down everything in the general vicinity (including classroom buildings). They called in a bomb squad from Columbus and, from what I hear, blew up the guy's bike. In case you don't believe me, here's a link to the update to the story. The Athens Messenger updated the story online because the print edition was printed before the fiasco was over. The original story isn't there anymore. None of the other newspapers in town had anything about it. You'd think blowing up a poor, defenseless bike would get a bit more attention. Especially since it happened on campus. The Post at least should have mentioned it.
EDIT: The Columbus Dispatch cares about the bike. Apparently it wasn't blown up, it was sprayed to pieces with a firehose.
EDIT: The Columbus Dispatch cares about the bike. Apparently it wasn't blown up, it was sprayed to pieces with a firehose.
Wednesday, March 01, 2006
Woo hoo!
100 people!
Well, 100 page loads, but I'm going to pretend it's 100 different people. Makes me feel special.
Well, 100 page loads, but I'm going to pretend it's 100 different people. Makes me feel special.
It's About Damn Time
All of a sudden, out of nowhere, the people of Riverpark Towers have decided they care about their residents. No more are the days when paying rent was the only contact we had with them. Now we get monthly newsletters, a computer lab, a resident community council of sorts, new sand on the volleyball court, massive improvements in some of the buildings (not mine, of course), and free pizza during exam week. They even have birthday announcements in the newsletters. I assume that they are employees' birthdays, as there are probably more than 2 people in the entire complex with birthdays in March. This is a huge improvement on the last three years. Too bad I'm finally getting out of here in June.
Rent's still pretty darn high, but at least I can see that some of that money's coming back to me. Well, not me specifically, as I doubt I'll use the computer lab or the volleyball court, but me as a resident. Hell, I'll just be happy that the newsletter has a calendar on the back that tells me when rent is due. It's nice to have a reminder. Speaking of which, I'm going to go pay rent.
Rent's still pretty darn high, but at least I can see that some of that money's coming back to me. Well, not me specifically, as I doubt I'll use the computer lab or the volleyball court, but me as a resident. Hell, I'll just be happy that the newsletter has a calendar on the back that tells me when rent is due. It's nice to have a reminder. Speaking of which, I'm going to go pay rent.
Tuesday, February 28, 2006
Walmart is a Disaster
My dinner tonight was an all around disaster. The skillet I've always used to make Hamurger Helper was, for some reason, not able to contain it this evening and spewed cheese sauce all over my freaking stove. It's really tough to clean that crap out from under everything on a gas oven, with the stupid stuff dripping inside of it and whatnot. It also tasted awful. I don't expect much from Hamburger Helper, but wow. I was going to make spaghetti tonight but I forgot to get spaghetti sauce, so I guess the disaster started at Walmart.
It did start at Walmart! It started with Walmart not having Son of a Witch. It had other books by Gregory Maguire, but not the one I want. Stupid Walmart. Now I have to keep on with reading books I've already read just to give myself something to do. I thought Athens was boring before. All I have to keep my attention is school work and TV. And the internet. And those are getting really boring. Books are good diversions, but I want new ones. The same old books are getting really boring, too.
It did start at Walmart! It started with Walmart not having Son of a Witch. It had other books by Gregory Maguire, but not the one I want. Stupid Walmart. Now I have to keep on with reading books I've already read just to give myself something to do. I thought Athens was boring before. All I have to keep my attention is school work and TV. And the internet. And those are getting really boring. Books are good diversions, but I want new ones. The same old books are getting really boring, too.
Monday, February 27, 2006
Wicked
I'm not sure if you've heard of a book called Wicked: The Life and Times of the Wicked Witch of the West. I heard about it on TV or something like that, so I figure other people may have heard of it. Anyway, I finished it this weekend, liked it a lot. However, the end completely pissed me off. COMPLETELY. One of the sub-plots had absolutely no resolution. It was like he just forgot about it (except that he alluded to it at the very end). Thankfully, one Mr. Joshua Boles has brought a sequel to my attention. So, if you read Wicked and are completely irked at the end like me, remember, there's a sequel.
Also, it adds another musical to my "Must See Before I Die" list. Thus far the list is two musicals long:
Also, it adds another musical to my "Must See Before I Die" list. Thus far the list is two musicals long:
New Camera
I got a new camera for Christmas and I have just recently gotten around to playing with it and finding all of it's neat things to play with. My other camera didn't have a whole lot of special qualities. Auto focus was about it. This one has a different setting for every kind of lighting you can imagine and it even has black and white and sepia as well as color photo capabilities. It's very exciting.
Ellie always gets to be my test subject, so here are a few pictures of her for your viewing pleasure.
Friday, February 24, 2006
AOL Is Ruining My Life
I thought that so long as I avoided the news networks' websites and television channels I wouldn't have to worry about accidentally finding out Olympic results I cared about before NBC aired them. AOL, always the antagonist, decided to prove me wrong. I went to check my e-mail on their stupid website, and I'm greeted by a giant picture of Sasha Cohen on her butt with the headline, "Cohen Stumbles in Blah Blah Blah." Later followed by another picture of the poor girl falling from a different angle. This time the headline was something about a dramatic event. This was a good couple of hours before the skating thing was on TV. I'm used to seeing that stuff if I go to say, the Olympics website, or something like that, but AOL was just mean and I'm convinced they're doing it to me specifically. Because I'm that important.
In other news, I found a nifty cool stat tracker thing for the blog. Okay, technically Blogger found it for me, but I was actively looking for it. It's neat. It has a counter and then it'll tell me things like the city, state, and country that people are in while they look at this thing. Thus far, it's only been me, but then I don't expect this thing to be the most popular site on the net. It'll also tell me if they came from a link on another webpage or if they just showed up. It's fun to look at. And the best part, it's free! Hooray for free!
That sounded a whole lot more like a shameless plug than I meant it to. I just like the thing. I won't tell you the name, then it can't be a shameless plug because you don't know what it is.
Oh my goodness! A new apparatus in curling. It's not a rock and it's not a broom. I think it's for measuring. It's pretty weird looking. At first it looked like a pitchfork, and I thought that was pretty neat. I also thought it made sense because everything else involved is everyday junk. Why not a pitchfork, too? But I think it's some kind of electronic gizmo. So, curling is a bit more technologically advanced than we thought.
In conclusion, AOL sucks, my stat tracker is watching you, and curling involves more than rocks and brooms. And that, my fellow internet users, is why you should be cool and stay in school.
In other news, I found a nifty cool stat tracker thing for the blog. Okay, technically Blogger found it for me, but I was actively looking for it. It's neat. It has a counter and then it'll tell me things like the city, state, and country that people are in while they look at this thing. Thus far, it's only been me, but then I don't expect this thing to be the most popular site on the net. It'll also tell me if they came from a link on another webpage or if they just showed up. It's fun to look at. And the best part, it's free! Hooray for free!
That sounded a whole lot more like a shameless plug than I meant it to. I just like the thing. I won't tell you the name, then it can't be a shameless plug because you don't know what it is.
Oh my goodness! A new apparatus in curling. It's not a rock and it's not a broom. I think it's for measuring. It's pretty weird looking. At first it looked like a pitchfork, and I thought that was pretty neat. I also thought it made sense because everything else involved is everyday junk. Why not a pitchfork, too? But I think it's some kind of electronic gizmo. So, curling is a bit more technologically advanced than we thought.
In conclusion, AOL sucks, my stat tracker is watching you, and curling involves more than rocks and brooms. And that, my fellow internet users, is why you should be cool and stay in school.
Wednesday, February 22, 2006
The Mutiny Begins (and some more Olympics because I can't resist)
Showing my lungs what's up isn't going to happen today. They turned my legs against me. Walking hurts, running sure ain't gonna go over very well.
Time Warner Cable is a bunch of lucky bitches. I paid my bill online once, and so now I don't get anything telling me I have bills due. At least AEP sends me an e-mail. I nearly forgot that it's getting to the end of the month. Pisses me right off. I never asked them to stop sending my bills in the mail, and even if I had, I'd like to get something to remind me that I owe them money. That's not something I like to remember on my own.
Apolo finally showed that he's actually a gold medal caliber skater. I was pretty disappointed with him up to this point. The goofball wears his helmet cocked to the side of his head. He looks really weird. I take it he thinks it makes him look "street." He claims that ugly rodent on his face grows in that stupid triangle naturally. I don't buy it. And even if it does, I still think he needs to shave it. It looks ridiculous. But then, if you're going to be a world-famous athlete, I suppose you ought to have something distinguishing about you, and a name like Apolo Anton Ohno just isn't enough.
Whoa. Short-track team stuff is really weird. They skate up behind their teammates and push them. Full-contact speed skating. Awesome.
Time Warner Cable is a bunch of lucky bitches. I paid my bill online once, and so now I don't get anything telling me I have bills due. At least AEP sends me an e-mail. I nearly forgot that it's getting to the end of the month. Pisses me right off. I never asked them to stop sending my bills in the mail, and even if I had, I'd like to get something to remind me that I owe them money. That's not something I like to remember on my own.
Apolo finally showed that he's actually a gold medal caliber skater. I was pretty disappointed with him up to this point. The goofball wears his helmet cocked to the side of his head. He looks really weird. I take it he thinks it makes him look "street." He claims that ugly rodent on his face grows in that stupid triangle naturally. I don't buy it. And even if it does, I still think he needs to shave it. It looks ridiculous. But then, if you're going to be a world-famous athlete, I suppose you ought to have something distinguishing about you, and a name like Apolo Anton Ohno just isn't enough.
Whoa. Short-track team stuff is really weird. They skate up behind their teammates and push them. Full-contact speed skating. Awesome.
Tuesday, February 21, 2006
Show Me The Love
I think the hockey team played the entire tournament this past weekend drunk. Their coach said they were unfocused all weekend and were ultimately beaten by stupid Illinois in the final game. Coach said they should have lost their first game against Kent but somehow managed to scrape a win out of that one anyway. Hopefully they don't do that again in two weeks. I demand that they win the national tournament. ACHA has decided that since OU beat Penn State that Rhode Island will be in first place and OU will be in second (granted, Rhode Island beat Penn State, too). Nobody loves the Bobcats. I don't know what Rhode Island's mascot is. Probably something stupid. People should quit loving them. Except their mothers. Their mothers can continue showing the love.
Maybe OU loves themselves enough for everyone else. Apparently this Saturday night the Bobcats are playing the CSCHL All-Star team. I don't know if this is something all the CSCHL teams do or if it's just a display of bravado on the part of the Bobcats, but I think it's awesome.
I found out today that my lungs don't love me. I decided that instead of sitting on my butt all afternoon I'd go take a jog, as it is not too hot and not too cold. It's been a looooong time and I was concerned that my legs would break or that I'd have a heart attack or something. My legs and heart cooperated nicely, but my lungs would have none of it. I forced them into participation and now they're pissed. I'm a little concerned about mutiny. To show them that I mean business, we're doing this again tomorrow. Eventually they'll learn what's up. Or I'll die.
I am very happy at the moment that I am not a racehorse owner, and also that I don't know any. I mean, check these out. All of them died within a couple of weeks of each other. It's sad. It's also more than a little creepy.
Maybe OU loves themselves enough for everyone else. Apparently this Saturday night the Bobcats are playing the CSCHL All-Star team. I don't know if this is something all the CSCHL teams do or if it's just a display of bravado on the part of the Bobcats, but I think it's awesome.
I found out today that my lungs don't love me. I decided that instead of sitting on my butt all afternoon I'd go take a jog, as it is not too hot and not too cold. It's been a looooong time and I was concerned that my legs would break or that I'd have a heart attack or something. My legs and heart cooperated nicely, but my lungs would have none of it. I forced them into participation and now they're pissed. I'm a little concerned about mutiny. To show them that I mean business, we're doing this again tomorrow. Eventually they'll learn what's up. Or I'll die.
I am very happy at the moment that I am not a racehorse owner, and also that I don't know any. I mean, check these out. All of them died within a couple of weeks of each other. It's sad. It's also more than a little creepy.
Monday, February 20, 2006
I'm an Idiot
So, when I leave for the weekend I generally turn the heat down in my apartment because I might as well save some money if I'm not going to be here. I didn't realize it was going to get quite so cold this weekend and now my apartment is freezing and is having a really hard time getting warmed up. The heater has been running for 3 hours and I'm not sure it's any warmer in here than it was when I walked in. I'm about to set something on fire.
Also, Scott asked that I explain further about Date Movie and its suckitude, but there's no reason to do that. All you need to know is that it sucks. A lot. And Eric owes us. A lot. Explaining anything about it would just hurt your brain, and I can't do that to you. It would be cruel.
But, if you really think you want to know, I can give you a link to a review that hit the nail right on the head. Or, if you don't want to read an entire review, you can check out many tidbits. Ignore the few that make it sound like a funny movie. They're lying.
Also, Scott asked that I explain further about Date Movie and its suckitude, but there's no reason to do that. All you need to know is that it sucks. A lot. And Eric owes us. A lot. Explaining anything about it would just hurt your brain, and I can't do that to you. It would be cruel.
But, if you really think you want to know, I can give you a link to a review that hit the nail right on the head. Or, if you don't want to read an entire review, you can check out many tidbits. Ignore the few that make it sound like a funny movie. They're lying.
Saturday, February 18, 2006
Thursday, February 16, 2006
Jacci Defined
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Yeah! You can't take your eyes off things like me.
My new puzzle is way too difficult. I don't know if I have the patience to put this one together. It's one of those mosaic things with all the tiny pictures that make up one big picture. The tiny pictures are SUPER tiny and so darn similar it's hard to tell whether or not the pieces actually go together. Not to mention the weird shapes. Some of the pieces have spikes.
I am overwhelmed by a desire to go on a cross country road trip. It's really more of a need. I've wanted to do this for freaking ever. I've never been farther west in this country than Indianapolis and it just bothers me. I've lived in this country for 23 years (also known as "all my life") and I've been to a grand total of 16 of the 50 states, plus DC. I've never seen the Mississippi River, or the Grand Canyon, or the Rocky Mountains, or the Pacific Ocean. I've never seen a desert, though a good portion of our country is desert. Don't get me wrong, I enjoy living here. I don't think I'd be particularly happy living in any other part of the country, but I still want to see it. Badly.
Time to watch this evening's Olympic competitions. NBC has been promoting Snowboard Cross all day as NASCAR on snow and showing people toppling head over heels down moutains over and over again. It sounds like it might be kinda violent, too. I'd be interested to learn how it got to be part of the Olympics. But for now, skater dudes.
Wednesday, February 15, 2006
Screw Superman!!
Though nearly two years younger than me, Lindsey Kildow is my hero for today. The girl crashed big time practicing for downhill skiing, ended up with injuries to her hip, back and head, and was helicoptered to the hospital. Less than 48 hours later she limped out of the hospital, went about skiing, and placed 8th. 8th! In the world! With a severely bruised hip. She's made of steel. Screw Superman. Not that I liked him in the first place.
Also, I think these guys doing the freestyle moguls skiing thing are all going to have arthritis in their knees in 5 years. Bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce, JUMPTWISTFLIP land, bounce, bounce, bounce can't feel good.
I'm sorry if all this talking about the Olympics is boring. It's just so exciting to me and it's all I've been watching all week (with an occasional break for the news or something). I could be talking about Marion's again, so be happy with what you've got, I guess.
Oh, I did a pretty good job of BSing my way through the exam I forgot about. It was a multiple choice type exam, though. Not terribly difficult to BS if you go to class, which I do, because I'm good.
I hate Donald Trump! >:(
Also, I think these guys doing the freestyle moguls skiing thing are all going to have arthritis in their knees in 5 years. Bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce, JUMPTWISTFLIP land, bounce, bounce, bounce can't feel good.
I'm sorry if all this talking about the Olympics is boring. It's just so exciting to me and it's all I've been watching all week (with an occasional break for the news or something). I could be talking about Marion's again, so be happy with what you've got, I guess.
Oh, I did a pretty good job of BSing my way through the exam I forgot about. It was a multiple choice type exam, though. Not terribly difficult to BS if you go to class, which I do, because I'm good.
I hate Donald Trump! >:(
Tuesday, February 14, 2006
Ahem...
I want rollerblades.
The US women's hockey team tried very hard to lose to Finland but managed to win 7 to 3 instead.
Curling is actually more entertaining without sound.
I can't cut paper in a straight line to save my life.
Thank you, that is all.
Shit, I have an exam tomorrow that I completely forgot about.
The US women's hockey team tried very hard to lose to Finland but managed to win 7 to 3 instead.
Curling is actually more entertaining without sound.
I can't cut paper in a straight line to save my life.
Thank you, that is all.
Shit, I have an exam tomorrow that I completely forgot about.
Monday, February 13, 2006
Suckers!!
The voter types for the ACHA are a bunch of idiots. ACHA standings are thus: #1 Penn State, #3 Ohio (#2 doesn't count because no one cares about Rhode Island). Penn State and Ohio have played each other four times this year, Ohio won 3, Penn State won 1. HA! Take that jerks! Obviously there is a flaw in the "vote for rankings" system, as OU kicks Penn State's ass all over the place.
Boo ya!
Okay, so the picture would make more sense if OU had been playing Penn State instead of Iowa, but I don't have any pictures of them playing Penn State, so enjoy looking at another team that was decimated by the Bobcats.
Boo ya!
Okay, so the picture would make more sense if OU had been playing Penn State instead of Iowa, but I don't have any pictures of them playing Penn State, so enjoy looking at another team that was decimated by the Bobcats.Also, I freaking love the Olympics. I don't know what's so much more exciting about the Olympics than other international competitions, but I love it. I've never really cared much about snowboarding before, but I get to pretend I understand what the hell is going on. I even recognize some names (mostly from watching the X Games prior to this). The US, (Shaun White in particular) kicks the world's ass.
There's always curling, laughing stock of the Olympic sports here, but still entertaining in small doses. Last time around, watching it muted, we missed what seems to be a very important aspect of the game, that being the people screaming nonsense at each other the whole time. Seriously, though, the game's about as exciting to watch as chess. And if you're Finland, you spend a pretty similar amount of time strategizing. It also turns out that a single match takes about twenty years to get through. 10 freaking rounds!
Man! Olympics, woo! And this is only day 3! There's still another 2 weeks to go! I freaking love this stuff!
Thursday, February 09, 2006
BRUCE!!
Check out my adopted pet Bruce at the bottom of the page. He's adorable. He likes to have his head scratched.
Wednesday, February 08, 2006
Hellz Yeah
You know you love it.
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Tuesday, February 07, 2006
Nothing like waiting until the last 48 hours before a project is due to start working on it. Especially when that project involves interviewing the director of a program within Athens County Jobs and Family Services. He's a busy guy and we have to try to make him fit us in sometime in the next two days. Luckily that worked out.
In other news, we aren't going to Opening Day for the Reds. Instead we'll go to Opening Weekend, and we will see them play Pittsburgh, which means we will get to see Casey and Randa. Hooray! It also means that no one has to skip out on work/school, which is always a plus. Hopefully it won't be as completely crazy as opening day, too.
It's too bad April 8th is so darn far away. I keep thinking this game is in a few weeks. It's in a few months. It's just not fair. It's next freaking quarter. Granted, it's the very beginning of next freaking quarter, but still. It's like a million years away.
My parents are very close to securing something very exciting, but for fear of jinxing it in the late stages, I will not say what it is until it is certain. Suffice it to say that I can't wait until March 17. So many days to look forward to in the coming months. None of them are in February. February just sucks. It sucks so much that spell check doesn't recognize it as an actual, correctly spelled word. Way to go February. Or way to go spell check.
In other news, we aren't going to Opening Day for the Reds. Instead we'll go to Opening Weekend, and we will see them play Pittsburgh, which means we will get to see Casey and Randa. Hooray! It also means that no one has to skip out on work/school, which is always a plus. Hopefully it won't be as completely crazy as opening day, too.
It's too bad April 8th is so darn far away. I keep thinking this game is in a few weeks. It's in a few months. It's just not fair. It's next freaking quarter. Granted, it's the very beginning of next freaking quarter, but still. It's like a million years away.
My parents are very close to securing something very exciting, but for fear of jinxing it in the late stages, I will not say what it is until it is certain. Suffice it to say that I can't wait until March 17. So many days to look forward to in the coming months. None of them are in February. February just sucks. It sucks so much that spell check doesn't recognize it as an actual, correctly spelled word. Way to go February. Or way to go spell check.
Monday, February 06, 2006
Again!
Back from the meeting. I like the dots on this thing. They're kinda neat. I had something to write about, but I forget what it was. It's all the damn dripping faucet's fault. If it would just stop, I could think.
Oh, if you're wondering who creepytrailerguy is, that would be my sister. She's weird like that. But that's not what I was going to write about. Damn it all.
Well screw it. If I'm just going to sit here and tap my fingers on the keyboard for five minutes, I'm obviously not going to be remembering what I wanted to say. So:
Oh, if you're wondering who creepytrailerguy is, that would be my sister. She's weird like that. But that's not what I was going to write about. Damn it all.
Well screw it. If I'm just going to sit here and tap my fingers on the keyboard for five minutes, I'm obviously not going to be remembering what I wanted to say. So:
THE END
Moving Day
Okay, so I moved the journal thing again. What's more, I moved it to a site with a name I hate, but whatever. I had to get away from creepy guy. Now I have to go to a meeting. Hooray!
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