When I thought the weekend would only get better...after a long, arduous, stress-filled week (then again, when is it not?)...shit gets real. Like really bad.
Friday - do the Haunted House thinger with a majority of the team (great turnout btw). Got scared by zombies, clowns, and serial killers (everyone, including myself needs a good scared scream once in a while). Got woken up by drunken baffoons running through my house. Eavesdropped on said baffoons before going back to sleep (which wasn't until they left).
Saturday - woke up for an early morning practice with the whole team. Saturdays are the only times when the entire team can practice at the same time. We also were going to clean up the island as our community service project, a ritual we do every year. It sucks but giving back to the community is rather nice and should make people feel good about themselves...until people decide to break into people's cars and steal shit. Yeah. Steal. Like take from you without you knowing. See ya later, wallet!
What sucks is that we didn't realize this happened until we were done giving back to the community (Gee, thanks soooo much. I clean up the island, I picked up crack vials, dirty condoms, cans of beer, and cigarette butts to come back to cars that were broken into. Nice). This is how it went downnnn...
We were on the water by 7:20am at the latest. We didn't get off the water until around 10am. We had a team breakfast, shared some laughs, then proceeded to clean up the island. We did that for about an hour. We were getting ready to leave and my friend Tor notices something about her boyf's car that she drove to practice that morning. I thought maybe there was bird shit on there and the bird took a huge dump. But then I noticed her passenger side window was open. I got confused then came over and saw what she saw. No window. It was actually rolled up and put in the back of the car. Her purse missing. What. The. Fuck.
She notices one of our coach's cars too. The passenger side window wasn't there either. Pieces of glass everywhere. And her purse was gone as well. Fuck. The team comes over and sees the mess. Another teammate and I see a guy who was getting his boat and putting it onto some sort of trailer latched to his truck. We figured we could go ask him if he saw anything because clearly this shit happened when none of us were there. He said he didn't see anything and what not. We head back over and some people are surrounding my biffle nugget's car. I assume they were checking her car as well. But none of the windows were bashed in. They were looking in her car. Our friend who we pick up for practice looks in the backseat and her shit is gone. I go over to the passenger side and my friend is looking at the lock that is pried into underneath. My drawstring bag isn't there. Wow.
Anxiety, frustration, and this weird feeling of overwhelmedness comes over me. My heart kinda stops but I really didn't know what to think at this point. My shit was gone. Along with three other people's things. My phone (which I only had for a month and 3 days, along with the memory card that held soo many saved pictures and videos), my wallet (with my driver's license, school ID, credit card, debit card, and twenty six dollars in cash), and my keys (house keys, car key, pepper spray, and really spiffy Hello Kitty keychain and my kangaroo bottle opener). Other items of little importance included a mix cd I made for my apprentice boober buggy (still, a legitimate nickname is pending...but I was thinking about Boober Toes...she said no) and this new chapstick I bought*.
*both items come with a funny story: the mix cd I made was for said friend but the night before when we were going to the haunted house, I was listening to it in Noner's car. He asked if he could keep it until the morning and I said no because I was gonna give it to the boober. Ironically, Noner's took the boober to practice Saturday morning and she knew I was in his car the night before and asked him if her mix cd was in here. Boom roasted. I suck. The chapstick: my biffle nugget bought the same kind before and I kept using it like a child so I finally bought my own. I only had that thing for like a week. Damn.
I called my parents with my friend's phone and told them what happend. They called my banks to freeze my accounts and reported my phone stolen. My other friends who had shit stolen called their banks and checked for fraudulent activity. Both of their cards were charged for four hundred plus dollhairs at the LIRR in Jamaica, Queens at around 8:30am. Wow, the fuckers moved fast. I found out today my debit card was charged for the nearly the same amount. Neat?
A cop came for us to fill out police reports or whatever. He told us that these incidences happened before in the same area as well as in other parks/public places...before the boober asked him if he's ever used his tazer. She got to know him rather well and the while being a supportive tit waiting around with us.
All I wanted to do was cry. My shit was taken. I thought back on things I did recently and wondered if I did anything remotely worth some bad karma. Who knows. I still don't know. I didn't cry until I got to Verizon with Tor, we drove in the car, air whipping my hair back considering there was no window to roll up since it was bashed in. I was becoming extremely overwhelmed with the fact that my shit was taken and I don't have anything to my name aside from my iPod (that I thanked Jesus I didn't put in my bag that morning. I usually bring my iPod with me wherever I go. Losing Kramer would've been the end of me). And this was pretty much the icing on the cake after my hard drive conked out weeks ago. Mind you, I'm using my roommate's other laptop. I am so greatful for her generosity and help. Love ya, Gi.
I got home from Verizon, cried a bit to Gi (while in my Hello Kitty bathrobe wrap-around thinger), showered, took a sleepy time pill with a LARGE glass of wine. I teared up during an episode of True Life: I'm Ending My Marriage before I napped for four hours in my deep depressed state. I woke up to scratching on my door from the biffle nug. I told her to come in as I still lay on my death bed. She asked me if I wanted to grab dinner with her, Frump, and Noners and that she wanted to buy me dinner. I didn't have to pay her back. She didn't want me to spend the rest of my night in such a sad and upset mood.
My guard fell down as per usual and she saw me cry. I told how frustrated I was and that this happening was just adding to the domino-effect senior year I was having. I can't even begin to describe how this semester has been panning out so far. Some highs but along with those came some awfully lowly lows. Woof times a million.
She put me in good spirits and persuaded me to resurrect from the dead. I got ready, drinking what was left in my wine glass. We got some grub, which I was mostly definitely needed considering I replaced lunch with a pain killer and two glasses of some yummy white. Ehh, not good. We had to stop at Target to get her boyf a quick costume. I started to feel hungover. In Target. At 8 at night. Pathetic. I didn't even go out yet nor did I have a costume. We came home, and Gi had some Girl Scout vests...hence, my Halloween costume was born(ed). I would be a drunk Girl Scout, my flask of vodka included. My goal was to earn my Drinking Badge that night and I must say that I did.
The rest of the night got my mind off of all the shit that happened hours earlier. I know they say everything happens for a reason but does that mean things get stolen for a reason too? Who knows. The Halloween party we went to was fun, but crowded. Packed to the brim with people, most of whom I didn't know. I was with good company and saw many of those friends who I haven't seen in a long time, let alone partied with. There were some great costumes as well. Hours go by and we trek to my friend Michelle's apartment, fail at teaching people to play Boom!, and frequent the McDoodle's yet again. I got shit on for my Delawarian accent (haome, phaone, & begal) as well. Great night overall with some really funny peeps. I even ended up going home with three guys at 3:30 in the morning. But hey now, let's not jump the gun and assume I made a sex tape. They crashed at my place after drinking heaps.
And I must say it was great to come back from my run this morning to see Tor's boyf in his boxers walking from my kitchen with my leopard-print snuggie on in full force. Greatness.
Sunday, October 31, 2010
Friday, October 29, 2010
Totes McGotes.
I really couldn't tell you (or who ever is reading this) how this week has been. Granted I've been posting random shit on here pretty much all day err day, I've been stressin' out the ying yang. Maybe the fact that my iPod has been glued to my ears the whole week (like all weeks) makes being in the library on a Friday afternoon not too shabby. It's the only way I can get work done. For serious. My laptop, remember that? Yah, its dunzo.
Just some things that have come to mind...
Just some things that have come to mind...
- I still jimp (jizz in mah pantz) when I hear "Gallery Piece" by Of Montreal click dis and listen
- I still lose my shit when "Down River" comes on. Great concert click dis and listen
- A giraffe called me last night after she mysteriously hurt her toe. She didn't know what to do with a gushing toe. I told her to elevate it. Or wrap it up and worry about it in the morning. Mind you, we were both in a state of...contentment? (I prefer white, while she ripped jello shots in the Bend).
- I kinda slipped a little in my friend's shower last night. This was before I started drinking wine in there. It makes cleanliness so much more fun :)
- I got a snack wrap and small fry at McDoodle's with Frumpy at 3am. Normal.*
- I made a friend, an apprentice, jealous of said snack wrap. It's nothing to cry about because unbeknownst to her is that I don't live close enough to take advantage of this 24-hour McDoodle's. Last night was an exception because I slept at Tor Tor's. But maybe this is a good thing. Super Size Me 2? Nay nay.
- I bought a pack of Hi-C juice boxes today. Nostalgic :)
- Avos were on sale today at Stop-n-Shop. 88 cents each!
- Chipotle mayo...there are no words. Mmm sauce, literally.
- I wanna dance right now but it's not allowed in the library. I'm going back to my apartment soon so I'll just do it there.
- I need a Halloween costume...and a blow-up guitar.
- I'm thirsty...wine or water?
- I miss the giraffe who called me early this morning.
- Red mango after the gym earlier with Doodle Boober Wang Tang Tit Munch was totally necessary (I haven't come up with a name for said apprentice who was jealous of my Snack Wrap. Bullet numero 6 up top). Pumpkin Spice fro-yo, so festive, so good.
- I listened to a great amount of rap today. Eh. But I'm making up for it by listening to my weird shit nowww. Mmmm Starfucker "Boy Toy" click dis and listen
- Dear Craigslist, please grant me with two reasonably-priced tickets for the Florence + the Machine Show on Monday, October 5th @ Terminal 5. Pretty prease.
- "Basic Space" just came (on). And so did I. So sexual i lurve it.
There could have been other things to talk about. But I is tired.
*On our way to McDoodle's, Frumpy and I saw a trashcan, an empty six-pack, and a pillow that looked like it was recently laid in. Part of me isn't surprised by this in New Gross.
And finally...
I still have a crush on you, Musical Jesus. Why wasn't I here?
Refer back to post "Home, let me come home." (Oct. 9).
Thursday, October 28, 2010
Tasteful or tacky?
Before we begin...
YES! My first page view from Australia today.
Currently listening to "Mary" from the new KOL album. This song reminds me of my only friend with the same name who is also my fellow blogger friend who I follow. I must say she is one of kind (and probably one of the few who understands my humor. God I miss her).
You ever see people around campus or at work that you don't know necessarily but often see in one day? Doesn't it annoy you? It bugs the shit out of me. It's like, why are you here all the goddamn time? If they're acquaintances of mine, I'll say "Hey!" in a friendly manner, assuming I won't see them again in the day. But then the second time rolls aronud (usually about a half hour later or sooner) and I have to awkwardly smile at them thinking, Oh, hello, tee, hee. Like what the fuck. Idk. I'm only ranting about this because it happens to me often.
NOW, for the post...
New fashion trend I heard in my Senior Seminar in Mass Comm class this morning: Drop crotch jeans.
The name alone fascinates me. This strikes my curiousity wayyyy more than Crotchless chaps. I'm wondering this trend from Europe will come over to the states. In fact, I think I saw a boho chic couple in Bali both rocking a pair. And I remember trying some on in Australia come to think of it.
A little Ali Baba for my taste but hey, that doesn't mean I don't like them. They're kinda cool. And if I could pull them off, I'd start the trend on my campus. Trend might be too strong of a word. Different look might be more appropes. There's a first time for everything so why not?
Talk about fashion blogggggg. Drop crotch jeans was actually a topic a girl in our class talked about during her presentation. Her presentation had a lot to do with fashion blogging. Hmmmm.
A very cool song I'm lurvin': I Remember Shelter (The XX vs. Deadmau5 & Kaskade)
YES! My first page view from Australia today.
Currently listening to "Mary" from the new KOL album. This song reminds me of my only friend with the same name who is also my fellow blogger friend who I follow. I must say she is one of kind (and probably one of the few who understands my humor. God I miss her).
You ever see people around campus or at work that you don't know necessarily but often see in one day? Doesn't it annoy you? It bugs the shit out of me. It's like, why are you here all the goddamn time? If they're acquaintances of mine, I'll say "Hey!" in a friendly manner, assuming I won't see them again in the day. But then the second time rolls aronud (usually about a half hour later or sooner) and I have to awkwardly smile at them thinking, Oh, hello, tee, hee. Like what the fuck. Idk. I'm only ranting about this because it happens to me often.
NOW, for the post...
New fashion trend I heard in my Senior Seminar in Mass Comm class this morning: Drop crotch jeans.
The name alone fascinates me. This strikes my curiousity wayyyy more than Crotchless chaps. I'm wondering this trend from Europe will come over to the states. In fact, I think I saw a boho chic couple in Bali both rocking a pair. And I remember trying some on in Australia come to think of it.
A little Ali Baba for my taste but hey, that doesn't mean I don't like them. They're kinda cool. And if I could pull them off, I'd start the trend on my campus. Trend might be too strong of a word. Different look might be more appropes. There's a first time for everything so why not?
Talk about fashion blogggggg. Drop crotch jeans was actually a topic a girl in our class talked about during her presentation. Her presentation had a lot to do with fashion blogging. Hmmmm.
A very cool song I'm lurvin': I Remember Shelter (The XX vs. Deadmau5 & Kaskade)
Tuesday, October 26, 2010
My (less than) 5 minutes of fame.
I woke up this morning and looking at the collage of pictures on my wall, I noticed the still from a music video my friend PBerry directed and starred in for an Australian History class we took last semester abroad. He also wrote the lyrics to the rap. Each group had to create a project that involved a few of the historical places in Fremantle. Since he's all up on creativity and film and what not (hey, he interned for Young Hollywood in LA this past summer and also starred in an OK Go music video along with the rest of the ND marching band). I agreed to help out with his endeavor that I hope earned him and the rest of his group an A. Why I didn't ask to be in his group in the first place? I'll never know.
If you haven't seen this prime example of music video innovation & excellence you're in luck because I've posted the link heeeeyah: "We Go Round Freo"
Here is the OK Go music video for "This Too Shall Pass", which PBerry and some others from the ND marching band played in: This Too Shall Pass - OK Go
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| My friend KFitz & I being a tourist couple in the vid. |
Here is the OK Go music video for "This Too Shall Pass", which PBerry and some others from the ND marching band played in: This Too Shall Pass - OK Go
Mashup!mashup!mashup!
I lurve mashups. They are just epic saucy. Sooo j.i.m.p. (jizz in mah pants). What's cool is when you put a famous speech in a mashup. I think that's a great way to memorize a speech for one of those middle school clubs where you have to memorize speeches and recite them in front of an audience (I forget what they're called but I carpooled with a girl who was involved in said club). But listen to this shizzle! It's a mashup to Martin Luther King Jr.'s amazing speech, "I Have A Dream" Listen Here!
PS: click on my spiffy screenshot and look in the top right hand corner and do what it says, prease :)
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| Another great music site ^ |
Monday, October 25, 2010
Greatest thing I kid could ask for.
I've seen this commercial about 4 times yesterday. Died every time it came on. I don't know how I feel about the product but the commercial is so frickin' funny to watch. The kids, the product, I can't even.
Be a really cool person and watch the official commercial advertisement. You can even Youtube it if you're really stupid and can't watch now:
PILLOW PETS!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Shotty the panda or unicorn one. I kinda wish they made a koala one. Or a super duper cool hedgehog pillow pet. How awesome would that be?!
PILLOW PETS!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Shotty the panda or unicorn one. I kinda wish they made a koala one. Or a super duper cool hedgehog pillow pet. How awesome would that be?!
Shrimps for thought.
I go to this music blog every week to check out some new jams I can put on my pet iPod, Kramer. Its an eclectic mix of a bunch of different things not many of my friends listen to. But it's a great resource when looking for new tuneage. I really wanted this song but I can't find it anywhere to download fo' free let alone buy. It's weird but that's me and that's what I like. Give it a listen.
ps: i totally cropped/made this spiffy thang in MS Paint. Get some, mofos!
Just another manic mondayyyy
One of the worst music videos ever (just listen to the song)
Huff. And it's not like the past weekend was any better. It all pretty much went to shit last Saturday night when we came home from our race in Boston, which to me, was a humorous finish to the day. Granted it was beautiful out, I don't think it was our best performance. But hey, you win some and you lose some. We didn't really have much to lose to be honest but it was great to get out there for a race and see where we stood against the competition. And competiting is exciting as is the course we raced at. The Charles River isn't exactly a straight shot down; it involved hard turns and lots of bridges. You fuck up and you could see yourself flipping and hitting another boat, something I didn't witness but heard happened.
What a bummer: Head of the Charles almost crash 2009
A few drinks and tiffs later and I was at a crew party. Didn't go to a bar where all alums and tons of students go to on Homecoming Weekend. Yeah, it was Homecoming Weekend and I guess the race/arguments I got into took all the fun out of me. I still drankkkkkk. But I didn't get slizzard. And it's my last year here and I still haven't gone to said bar. Whatever. I was just not with it that night. Sooo bummy and my friend from home sucks at answering her phone...well, her boyf's phone considering she currently doesn't have one. So I have to text/call her boifrann if I need to talk to her. Ugh fuck nuggets.
The next day I woke up early and went on a long azz run to clear my head. I ran farther than usual, hitting an exit to White Plains but refrained from going all the way there. I turned around and came back to mi casa an hour later. Was my head clear? Nah. I felt the same way I felt before my run...shitty.
I had an exam to study for as well. Had plans to go to the library to study but instead laid in bed and watched trash tv. Drove my biffle to the dentist, got upset like a child (because I still felt shitty), napped, half-ass studied for my exam, and hibernated in my room until bed time. I woke "early" to study more but not really. Got to campus a half hour before the exam and studied a bit. By the time the exam came, as usual I thought the same thing, "Fuck it. There's nothing more I can retain now. So what's the point of cramming? Let's just get this overwith." I breezed through it and thought to myself maybe I am one of those people who don't have to study so hard for exams and still do well. But I feel this only makes sense to me in certain areas, math not being one of them. But I haven't even gotten the test back so we'll see what happens. I felt that I did ok and I wasn't stuck on any questions. They were all essay/short answer ones and I only had to do 5 out of 6 of them.
I went to the library afterwards to kill the 2 hours I had before work.*
*Before getting the bad news about my laptop, I went to the foodie corner to get a hot apple cider. But what's great about the fall at the campus library foodie corner is that they have seasonal drinks! I wanted to get the Tazo Chai Caramel Cider (I've ordered it before but the other lady who made it assumed since the word "Chai" is in it, it's simply just a chai with caramel syrup. Nooooo, I said CIDER too! Clown). The lady who made it today made me the right thing but basically added a whole closet full of sugar in it as well. I could just see how much fat I was adding to ass as she made it with whole milk (I didn't know milk was involved but ok...if I did I woulda said "skim milk" as usual), caramel syrup, and a sugar packet (really?) into my cup.
I figured I'd update this thinger but instead downloaded new music on the library comp because my laptop is dying...literally. I got my laptop back from IT who told me there was a problem with the hard drive. I have to take it to a Mac store to get checked out or be told that's it dead, nothing can be done to fix it. So farewell to memories of oz, blackmail on my biffle, music and shows I've downloaded, old research papers I busted my ass on, and everything else that was on there. I'm not as upset as I was when the comp quit on me in the first place. Mama kinda put things in perspective for me. She said that I'm not the only person this has happened to. It does suck but I'm getting a new comp anyways. And I figured the pictures from oz are on my Facebook. It'll just be a bitch to save all of them. As for my music, all of it is on my iPod so I'll just have to figure out how to transfer them from my pod to a new comp once I get one.
I figure that I'm just too exhausted about all the shizzle I'm going through that it's not worth it to throw a chair out the window or punch a hole in the wall for anymore. It could be worse, you know.
As for school work, I really don't know how to do any. I do my homework when it's due but for long-term projects that I should be working on, I haven't. I stress about it for a split second then continue whatever I'm doing. I need to make a conscious effort to get a move on it before I start crying to my counselor about how my life is in shambles (even though I do that already...sorta). Like I said, things could be worse. I'm just in a really shitty mood and don't feel like doing anything except cradle a bottle of wine in my arms.
I got this bottle of organic "almost dry reisling" from oregon. It's pretty good! I'm glad I don't have night class tonight because I'll be hanging out with said bottle.
I need to get a move on my Halloween costume too. Fuck.
Huff. And it's not like the past weekend was any better. It all pretty much went to shit last Saturday night when we came home from our race in Boston, which to me, was a humorous finish to the day. Granted it was beautiful out, I don't think it was our best performance. But hey, you win some and you lose some. We didn't really have much to lose to be honest but it was great to get out there for a race and see where we stood against the competition. And competiting is exciting as is the course we raced at. The Charles River isn't exactly a straight shot down; it involved hard turns and lots of bridges. You fuck up and you could see yourself flipping and hitting another boat, something I didn't witness but heard happened.
What a bummer: Head of the Charles almost crash 2009
A few drinks and tiffs later and I was at a crew party. Didn't go to a bar where all alums and tons of students go to on Homecoming Weekend. Yeah, it was Homecoming Weekend and I guess the race/arguments I got into took all the fun out of me. I still drankkkkkk. But I didn't get slizzard. And it's my last year here and I still haven't gone to said bar. Whatever. I was just not with it that night. Sooo bummy and my friend from home sucks at answering her phone...well, her boyf's phone considering she currently doesn't have one. So I have to text/call her boifrann if I need to talk to her. Ugh fuck nuggets.
The next day I woke up early and went on a long azz run to clear my head. I ran farther than usual, hitting an exit to White Plains but refrained from going all the way there. I turned around and came back to mi casa an hour later. Was my head clear? Nah. I felt the same way I felt before my run...shitty.
I had an exam to study for as well. Had plans to go to the library to study but instead laid in bed and watched trash tv. Drove my biffle to the dentist, got upset like a child (because I still felt shitty), napped, half-ass studied for my exam, and hibernated in my room until bed time. I woke "early" to study more but not really. Got to campus a half hour before the exam and studied a bit. By the time the exam came, as usual I thought the same thing, "Fuck it. There's nothing more I can retain now. So what's the point of cramming? Let's just get this overwith." I breezed through it and thought to myself maybe I am one of those people who don't have to study so hard for exams and still do well. But I feel this only makes sense to me in certain areas, math not being one of them. But I haven't even gotten the test back so we'll see what happens. I felt that I did ok and I wasn't stuck on any questions. They were all essay/short answer ones and I only had to do 5 out of 6 of them.
I went to the library afterwards to kill the 2 hours I had before work.*
*Before getting the bad news about my laptop, I went to the foodie corner to get a hot apple cider. But what's great about the fall at the campus library foodie corner is that they have seasonal drinks! I wanted to get the Tazo Chai Caramel Cider (I've ordered it before but the other lady who made it assumed since the word "Chai" is in it, it's simply just a chai with caramel syrup. Nooooo, I said CIDER too! Clown). The lady who made it today made me the right thing but basically added a whole closet full of sugar in it as well. I could just see how much fat I was adding to ass as she made it with whole milk (I didn't know milk was involved but ok...if I did I woulda said "skim milk" as usual), caramel syrup, and a sugar packet (really?) into my cup.
I figured I'd update this thinger but instead downloaded new music on the library comp because my laptop is dying...literally. I got my laptop back from IT who told me there was a problem with the hard drive. I have to take it to a Mac store to get checked out or be told that's it dead, nothing can be done to fix it. So farewell to memories of oz, blackmail on my biffle, music and shows I've downloaded, old research papers I busted my ass on, and everything else that was on there. I'm not as upset as I was when the comp quit on me in the first place. Mama kinda put things in perspective for me. She said that I'm not the only person this has happened to. It does suck but I'm getting a new comp anyways. And I figured the pictures from oz are on my Facebook. It'll just be a bitch to save all of them. As for my music, all of it is on my iPod so I'll just have to figure out how to transfer them from my pod to a new comp once I get one.
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| It's been a good 4 years :(... |
As for school work, I really don't know how to do any. I do my homework when it's due but for long-term projects that I should be working on, I haven't. I stress about it for a split second then continue whatever I'm doing. I need to make a conscious effort to get a move on it before I start crying to my counselor about how my life is in shambles (even though I do that already...sorta). Like I said, things could be worse. I'm just in a really shitty mood and don't feel like doing anything except cradle a bottle of wine in my arms.
I got this bottle of organic "almost dry reisling" from oregon. It's pretty good! I'm glad I don't have night class tonight because I'll be hanging out with said bottle.
I need to get a move on my Halloween costume too. Fuck.
Thursday, October 21, 2010
Don't piss off professors.
This is what happens when you decide to park in one of the faculty parking lots.
Not gonna do that again.
Purr pussy purr
Before I explain the title of this post, I just want to mention a funny story I overheard when I was putting stuff away into the storage closet at work...
I don't know the extent of the conversation but from what I heard it sounded like a group of fwiends having a debate about babies. And pertaining to this debate included phrases like, "...I thought you sent leave yo' baby somewhere, yo" and "Nah, nah I said drop yo' baby."
Part of me wanted to chime in and demonstrate to them my friend DJ Pauly D's sign language gesture for the word "abortion." Then again, "dropping a baby" could mean a multitude of things (ditching an old boo, tripping on acid?, or literally dropping a baby, which would totally not be cool at all).*
*by the way, I forgot to mention how I saw that movie Life As We Know It with Katherine Heigl and Josh "I'm-sexier-than-my-girlfriend" Duhamel. But honestly, I didn't care about either of them. Granted, the movie was cute as a button, but I really wanted to see it because of that cute-as-fuck red-headed baby. I'm not even kidding when I would tell my friends how I wanted to STEAL that baby. Adorable, complete and utter. Mind you, there was a scene of Josh dropping her. Poor thing. The baby that is.
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| I want you, babyyyy |
Okay, so now for the topic at hand. Men who own cats. My friend Frumpy came to visit me at work (yeah, it probably seems like I do nothing except work but I was covering a friend yesterday. When I have free time, I do this) and told me about this topic he listened to on the radio being discussed. Many people, mainly women called in with their opinions. A lot of the listeners called in and said men who own cats are pansies, undateable, and down right gay. It just baffled a lot of listeners. I wish I heard this radio show.
- Some people found it to be extremely weird for a single guy to own a cat.
- One kid said cats are girly and if a guy owned a cat that he was probably "feminine."
- My one friend, A/P/G, said it depended on what kind of cat, indoor or outdoor. But that's the only answer she gave me considering she had to leave. Loser.
- Some of my friends (guys included) thought the same thing I did, the idea not fazing them at all. Frumpy said cats work just like dogs do when it comes to getting girls. At least that's what I think he said.
- A few guys I asked weren't cat people, which was why they didn't like the idea of a guy owning a cat (one of them even lived in a household with two cats...but he also had a dog).
- Another guy said living with a cat reminds him of living with a girl...girls being catty and sneaky, a bit sly.
- A kid I just asked the question to (question being, "What do you think of a guy who owns a cat?") asked me, "Does the guy live alone?" I said yes, then he responded, "Well...then that's a little weird."
I'd say it's an interesting mix of opinions and I felt that I asked the question appropriately. Of course my friend MK who I was working with told everyone I asked that I was getting opinions because I'm dating a guy who owns a cat (which is completely false). Screaming it in the lobby. Thanks, bitch.
Here are two opinions on what other people think about guys who own cats:
Googling "guys who own cats" is interesting in itself, with results like, "Cute Boys with Cats: The Blog for Guys Who Love Pussy" (you should Google this fo' yo'self).
***SIDENOTE***
My friend Frank suggested I change every time I mention the word "cat" in this blog to the word "pussy." Christ.
Idk, my BFF Jill. You can be the judge of this. I lurve cats. I wouldn't mind owning one. Then again, my best friend is a human reincarnated cat so I guess I already do live with one. MEOW!
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| Man's new best friend? |
Wednesday, October 20, 2010
Purple Pride.
Today is the first annual Spirit Day. On this day, all are asked to honor the gay youth who have committed suicide in the recent months by wearing the color purple. I didn't know this day existed until I was at work*.
*where I got to listen to employees in their late-twenties bitch about other people within the workplace as well as the e-mails and phonecalls they receive from parents and students about financial issues. All the while getting stamp pad ink all over my fucking hands from stamping cardboard diploma mailers for three straight hours.
More info on today here: http://sdgln.com/causes/2010/10/20/purple-every-day
When I heard that people were urged to wear purple today, I felt bad because I am currently in tan, off-white garb with jeans and brown boots. Do purple silly bands count? Then I remembered that I did in fact wear purple this morning at practice. My purple Perth hoodie I bought at Between the Flags in Oz.
I do hope that this day will continue to symbolize the importance of respect and tolerance of others. But mostly respect and acceptance. When I hear the word "tolerance," which I heard a woman at work refer to about today, I feel as if it describes an action people feel they have to do rather than want to do to begin with. When I hear the word "tolerance", I picture an obnoxious child one is forced to be nice to while his or her parents are out of the house. I think of words like "fake" and "pretend", and phrases like "deal with," and "...something I have to get used to" when I think of tolerance.
Those who felt that they no longer had anything to live for - because dying seemed a lot easier than dealing with the bullshit other people put them through - chose a different route because they weren't accepted, let alone tolerated by their culprits. Rather, they were ridiculed, harrassed, bullied, humiliated and frowned upon before enough was enough. It's ashame how it takes death for people to recognize the discrimination that still exists in the world today.
But there's still hoping.
We have Canadian teen Brittany McMillan to thank for "Spirit Day." She thought of the idea in response to the recent suicides of young gay individuals. Her idea of wearing purple flourished through the Internet, mainly social media sites like Facebook and Twitter. Even blogs picked up her idea (too bad I caught on too little too late) and shared it with followers. McMillan said the following quote on her Tumblr account about today:
"On October 20th, 2010, we will wear purple in honor of the seven gay boys who committed suicide in recent weeks/months, many of them due to homophobic abuse in their homes or at their schools. Purple represents Spirit on the LGBTQ flag and that's exactly what we'd like all of you to have with you: spirit. Please know that times will get better and that you will meet people who will love you and respect you for who you are, no matter your sexuality."
Well said I must say. Despite the day almost ending I urge anyone (like I urged 4 friends today) reading this to put on anything they have that is remotely purple. Shit, even wear blue and red together - those colors make purple; this would work if you don't own any purple. Most importantly, the article I posted above said to "symbolically" wear purple everyday. Victims of hate and violence should always be remembered no matter who they are. It is imperative to better understand the people we cross paths with because respect and acceptance, as well as tolerance of others is a start to making the world a better place (Not to sound cheesy here but it's true).
Here's to Tyler Clementi, Seth Walsh, Justin Aaberg, Raymond Chase, Asher Brown, Cody J. Barker, Harrison Chase Brown, Caleb Nolt, Billy Lucas, Jeanine Blanchette, and Chantal Dube, as well as those others victim to hate crimes simply for being themselves.
*where I got to listen to employees in their late-twenties bitch about other people within the workplace as well as the e-mails and phonecalls they receive from parents and students about financial issues. All the while getting stamp pad ink all over my fucking hands from stamping cardboard diploma mailers for three straight hours.
More info on today here: http://sdgln.com/causes/2010/10/20/purple-every-day
When I heard that people were urged to wear purple today, I felt bad because I am currently in tan, off-white garb with jeans and brown boots. Do purple silly bands count? Then I remembered that I did in fact wear purple this morning at practice. My purple Perth hoodie I bought at Between the Flags in Oz.
I do hope that this day will continue to symbolize the importance of respect and tolerance of others. But mostly respect and acceptance. When I hear the word "tolerance," which I heard a woman at work refer to about today, I feel as if it describes an action people feel they have to do rather than want to do to begin with. When I hear the word "tolerance", I picture an obnoxious child one is forced to be nice to while his or her parents are out of the house. I think of words like "fake" and "pretend", and phrases like "deal with," and "...something I have to get used to" when I think of tolerance.
Those who felt that they no longer had anything to live for - because dying seemed a lot easier than dealing with the bullshit other people put them through - chose a different route because they weren't accepted, let alone tolerated by their culprits. Rather, they were ridiculed, harrassed, bullied, humiliated and frowned upon before enough was enough. It's ashame how it takes death for people to recognize the discrimination that still exists in the world today.
But there's still hoping.
We have Canadian teen Brittany McMillan to thank for "Spirit Day." She thought of the idea in response to the recent suicides of young gay individuals. Her idea of wearing purple flourished through the Internet, mainly social media sites like Facebook and Twitter. Even blogs picked up her idea (too bad I caught on too little too late) and shared it with followers. McMillan said the following quote on her Tumblr account about today:
"On October 20th, 2010, we will wear purple in honor of the seven gay boys who committed suicide in recent weeks/months, many of them due to homophobic abuse in their homes or at their schools. Purple represents Spirit on the LGBTQ flag and that's exactly what we'd like all of you to have with you: spirit. Please know that times will get better and that you will meet people who will love you and respect you for who you are, no matter your sexuality."
Well said I must say. Despite the day almost ending I urge anyone (like I urged 4 friends today) reading this to put on anything they have that is remotely purple. Shit, even wear blue and red together - those colors make purple; this would work if you don't own any purple. Most importantly, the article I posted above said to "symbolically" wear purple everyday. Victims of hate and violence should always be remembered no matter who they are. It is imperative to better understand the people we cross paths with because respect and acceptance, as well as tolerance of others is a start to making the world a better place (Not to sound cheesy here but it's true).
Here's to Tyler Clementi, Seth Walsh, Justin Aaberg, Raymond Chase, Asher Brown, Cody J. Barker, Harrison Chase Brown, Caleb Nolt, Billy Lucas, Jeanine Blanchette, and Chantal Dube, as well as those others victim to hate crimes simply for being themselves.
Tuesday, October 19, 2010
The sexy choice.
A recent topic has been on the rise in a few of my ad classes in the previous weeks...
But first, I want to say that I thoroughly enjoy my ad classes, despite them being three hour-long night classes. It's a time, once a week, where a few of us Advertising majors get together and discuss creativity and other ideas pertaining to this area of Mass Communication. In other words, we laugh and bullshit for three hours and talk about the advertisements found in past and current mass media and critique them. We also are given brands as semester pets (projects) and think of creative ways of promoting the brand/service/product in a new and innovative way. Why do I enjoy this? Mainly the topics being discussed. I've always had a liking for anything creative. Anything out of the ordinary. Anything that strikes a chord, good or bad. Anything risky, yet with a successful outcome. Anything that has to do with creating something is what I'm into and I think Advertising is an area in Mass Communication where creativity can flourish. Plus I'm not too keen on business.*
*And the people as well because they are crazy in the head like I am and their brains never turn off...like mine.
The said topic that was being discussed, and I'm sure it'll come up again in the future, was Mom Jeans.
According to Urbandictionary.com, Mom Jeans are defined as, "jeans highlighting the flat curvature of the 40+ buttocks. Similies: upside-down-heart shaped-butt. Commonly seen accompained with front butt. Extremly high waist, and always a crappy shade of blue or black. Usually found in Kohl's or Mervyn's."
Of course many people will have their own definition for the fashion faux pa of generations past and present. And I'm sure we all have those family members who rock them not knowing that they look absolutely ridiculous with uncomfortable denim resting on their tummy tums oftentimes adding muffin tops to the waistline. Not hot. Yes, high waist things are in (shorts, skirts, trousers) but not fo' mamas. There is fashionable and down-right "What were you thinking" moments when it comes to high waisted attire as well as a lot of other things (i.e. Assless chaps, jorts for men, shoulder pads).
At the same time...WE CAN'T BLAME OUR MATERNAL UNITS FOR TRYING! They too crave to feel young again. They too want to feel hip. They too want to know what's in and what's out just like we do.
I tend to do most of my shopping when I'm back at home in the First State. Not only because it's tax free-shopping heaven but also because my mom tends to come with. Actually, she always comes with (credit card always included). Not to sound spoiled, but yes, my mom does buy me clothes when I'm with her but not anything that I want. If there is an expensive jacket I really want, I'd buy it myself if I had the money and thought it'd be a great investment, or I'd wait until it's on sale or even forget about it completely. But if my mom and I stumble across something that my eyes catch, I always ask for her opinion. Not just because she'll most likely buy it for me but because I care about what she thinks.
Mama would never call me a slut or say I look ridiculous in something. She's too kind to do that. And she knows that I am sensitive (trust me, mama is the first person I call when I need to cry). But growing up, she's always had input on the clothes I get. She's quite the fashionista herself so I trust her opinion - despite her long affair with matching sets. "Mom! You don't have to match everything that you're wearing...Jesus. People don't really do that anymore."
Granted she asks me if things look good on her and what I think about an outfit, I'd say she has good style for a woman her age. Shit, she looks better than me sometimes (sans shoulder pads)!
But what I'm saying with all of this is that fads can turn awry or they can come back. We can put a label on things that we would call something completely different in the past (these types of jeans weren't even a type back then but now they are considered Mom Jeans, if you catch my drift). Actually, that really wasn't the point of my blog post at all. I kinda just wanted to share a really funny story but found it necessary at the time to write all this shit...
The topic of Mom Jeans came up in one of my ad classes. Tonight, the topic of Forever 21's Maternity line was brought up. Apparently the L.A. based clothing chain stirred up controversy with their new line of clothing for pregnant woman...or teens? Bingo. Some concerned parents of teenage girls (and maybe aspiring overweight gay boys) are wondering if the store is marketing to pregnant teenagers, maybe even promoting teenage pregnancy. Hmmmm. I honestly didn't know about the line until this class. When I thought it this, I was reminded of how my mother shops at Forever 21 and she is no teenager. She tends to buy sweaters mostly. But when I came home for Columbus Day weekend I did see a pair of Forever 21 skinny jeans and I KNEW were NOT mine.
But first, I want to say that I thoroughly enjoy my ad classes, despite them being three hour-long night classes. It's a time, once a week, where a few of us Advertising majors get together and discuss creativity and other ideas pertaining to this area of Mass Communication. In other words, we laugh and bullshit for three hours and talk about the advertisements found in past and current mass media and critique them. We also are given brands as semester pets (projects) and think of creative ways of promoting the brand/service/product in a new and innovative way. Why do I enjoy this? Mainly the topics being discussed. I've always had a liking for anything creative. Anything out of the ordinary. Anything that strikes a chord, good or bad. Anything risky, yet with a successful outcome. Anything that has to do with creating something is what I'm into and I think Advertising is an area in Mass Communication where creativity can flourish. Plus I'm not too keen on business.*
*And the people as well because they are crazy in the head like I am and their brains never turn off...like mine.
The said topic that was being discussed, and I'm sure it'll come up again in the future, was Mom Jeans.
According to Urbandictionary.com, Mom Jeans are defined as, "jeans highlighting the flat curvature of the 40+ buttocks. Similies: upside-down-heart shaped-butt. Commonly seen accompained with front butt. Extremly high waist, and always a crappy shade of blue or black. Usually found in Kohl's or Mervyn's."
Of course many people will have their own definition for the fashion faux pa of generations past and present. And I'm sure we all have those family members who rock them not knowing that they look absolutely ridiculous with uncomfortable denim resting on their tummy tums oftentimes adding muffin tops to the waistline. Not hot. Yes, high waist things are in (shorts, skirts, trousers) but not fo' mamas. There is fashionable and down-right "What were you thinking" moments when it comes to high waisted attire as well as a lot of other things (i.e. Assless chaps, jorts for men, shoulder pads).
At the same time...WE CAN'T BLAME OUR MATERNAL UNITS FOR TRYING! They too crave to feel young again. They too want to feel hip. They too want to know what's in and what's out just like we do.
I tend to do most of my shopping when I'm back at home in the First State. Not only because it's tax free-shopping heaven but also because my mom tends to come with. Actually, she always comes with (credit card always included). Not to sound spoiled, but yes, my mom does buy me clothes when I'm with her but not anything that I want. If there is an expensive jacket I really want, I'd buy it myself if I had the money and thought it'd be a great investment, or I'd wait until it's on sale or even forget about it completely. But if my mom and I stumble across something that my eyes catch, I always ask for her opinion. Not just because she'll most likely buy it for me but because I care about what she thinks.
Mama would never call me a slut or say I look ridiculous in something. She's too kind to do that. And she knows that I am sensitive (trust me, mama is the first person I call when I need to cry). But growing up, she's always had input on the clothes I get. She's quite the fashionista herself so I trust her opinion - despite her long affair with matching sets. "Mom! You don't have to match everything that you're wearing...Jesus. People don't really do that anymore."
Granted she asks me if things look good on her and what I think about an outfit, I'd say she has good style for a woman her age. Shit, she looks better than me sometimes (sans shoulder pads)!
But what I'm saying with all of this is that fads can turn awry or they can come back. We can put a label on things that we would call something completely different in the past (these types of jeans weren't even a type back then but now they are considered Mom Jeans, if you catch my drift). Actually, that really wasn't the point of my blog post at all. I kinda just wanted to share a really funny story but found it necessary at the time to write all this shit...
The topic of Mom Jeans came up in one of my ad classes. Tonight, the topic of Forever 21's Maternity line was brought up. Apparently the L.A. based clothing chain stirred up controversy with their new line of clothing for pregnant woman...or teens? Bingo. Some concerned parents of teenage girls (and maybe aspiring overweight gay boys) are wondering if the store is marketing to pregnant teenagers, maybe even promoting teenage pregnancy. Hmmmm. I honestly didn't know about the line until this class. When I thought it this, I was reminded of how my mother shops at Forever 21 and she is no teenager. She tends to buy sweaters mostly. But when I came home for Columbus Day weekend I did see a pair of Forever 21 skinny jeans and I KNEW were NOT mine.
The Bend.
After "getting over my hill" from yesterday (which sadly included my laptop hard drive to have a seizure & die last night), I can give a much-needed recap of the weekend's events. Reliveable? Hopefully in the future. Because I thoroughly enjoyed not only seeing the amazing group of people (a majority of them at least) I studied abroad with but also to experience what it was like to bleed blue & gold (No, not you, University of Delaware. Indeed, you are fun, but you are not an experience like ND is. And you don't include amazing people as stated before).
If I could I would spell out every word, laugh, joke, occurrence, and epic moment in this little blog o' mine but I shant. Memories are sometimes not worth blogging about but meant to remember on one's own (mind you, some memories aren't worth remembering either, considering I didn't remember asking my loverly Ginger friend/fellow blogger/one true follower to smack me across the face when I was reaching that point of intoxication).
Our friend Anthony aka DJ Pauly D (who resides in Strong Guyland) accompanied biffle nugget and myself. We left lovely New Rochelle around 10:30pm on Thursday night. But before our road trip commenced, Anthony hit a car. Yeah, like backed up into our neighbor's car. "We haven't even left yet! WE HAVEN'T EVEN LEFT YET!" he screamed as he did this sort of whine as he banged on the steering wheel. It was raining kind of hard...
***SIDENOTE***
Oh ma ga, this really super duper cute RA walked into the student union. I have such a frickin' hey-i-dont-know-you-but-i-like-you crush on him. God, he's dweamy.
So it was raining pretty hard and I saw that someone next door was standing on the porch outside. But I wasn't sure whether he was facing us or his back was turned. That's how hard the rain was pouring.*
*Like it was earlier that day when I went to practice, which was outside and before we got onto the water it was drizzling and by the time we finished our FIRST trip out there, I was already drenched. Nice. One long-sleeve shirt and Soffe shorts later, and I was pouring rain out of my sneakers. Went home, changed into dry clothes and showed up a minute late to night class. Damn, I did work!
At this point we didn't know what to do, whether we should tell the person on the porch or just book it. "Fuck it, I'm leaving," DJ Pauly D said. Luckily, nothing was done to his car except a little scratch and as for that other person's car (which shouldn't have been blocking our driveway in the first place) was totally fine.
We drove through the night, with Ant taking the first shift from 10:30-2:15ish in the morning. I took us through the rest of Pennsylvania, got flipped off by a trucker in Ohio for having my high beams on (oops!), and shook my head numerous times for my last hour of driving around 6am. Kayla drove the rest of the way and saw the sunrise through Ohio/Indiana. How precious.
We got to our friend Nicky's house around 9:30am. Awesome finish with the road trip on the way there. Our friends said pretty blogger from before and another friend (who oddly resembles Zac Efron abd wears Donnie Osmond-esque jeans) came over and the 6 of us went to the Original Pancake House, which I saw featured on the Food Network for their epic pancake dishes like "The Dutch Baby" (something I did NOT order). I opted for an omelette - that was fucking large and in charge. Woof. I still ate it allll :)
Our other friend Ranga Fitz came to visit us at the Pancake House (hung over of course) for a bit. Afterwards, we hung out at Nicky's, played some beer pong, and then were off for our tour of the beautiful ND campus hosted by K-Rob & PBerry. We saw some highlights like the Grotto, dormitories, spiffy Science & Law buildings, the Reflection Pond, the book/merch store, the stadium, and Touchdown Jesus (originally known as The Word of Life but the mosaic is facing the football stadium and looks as if Jesus is saying "Touchdown" with his arms...thanks Wikipedia).
The campus was booful. Stunning. Immaculate. Well, at least compared to our campus that consists of not much: some dorms, a cool building where I have all my MCO classes, and the rest of campus across the street including our "everything" field that many of our sports teams use, our gym, the student union, the Business school, and a parking garage. Yeah, I'd like to say I'm jealous of ND.
After the tour, and learning a lot about the campus and student life - which seems so much more fun than our student life, we went back to our Donnie-Osmond-jean-wearing friend's apartment for a good ol' fashion community dinner. It was great to see everyone again as if it were a Monday or a Wednesday in Port Lodge. But we didn't scarf down appetizers. Just sat around and caught up with everyone. Hell, even the Notre Damers didn't even see much of each other. So it was like we brought them together this past weekend.
After dinner we did that thing where you drink a lot and get funky. Funky in a sense that we were belligerent and laughing heaps. Donnie-Oz-jeans got a bunch of shot glasses. Okay, that's fine. But then he whipped out a bottle Patron. Ahahahahahaha. What? We cheered to the reunion before the debauchery commenced.
Us, not from Notre Dame, learned a new drinking game called Boom, a combination of Beer Pong and Speed Quarters. I hated it at first because I was sucking and Kayla nug kept making me drink more. But after the weekend, I was liking the game. I just have to practice my boom smack because I tend to flick the cups delicately (you have to play the game to understand what I be saying).
Another party at Ranga Fitz's house, kegerator included, spotting Australian footy coach in America AT THE PARTY, and a slice of Papa John's later (thanks, red blogger), Kayla & I hit the hay @ Red blogger's apartment. We woke up around 8ish to begin more debaucherous activities.
Showered, sobered up, got these cool blue drinks called Papa Smurf's at a nearby watering hole, and went back to Nicky's for Kegs n' Eggs (& Eggos). These drinks were intriguing. So blue, yet so potent. No one knows what's in them except the little marashino cherry that eventually sinks to the bottom, forcing the drinkers of said drink to have a slight freak out sesh before realizing no one stole the fucking thing and that it is sitting at the bottom of the drink. Another excuse to finish the 16 oz. power house of a drink.
It took me a while to finish. Props to the biffle nugget who finished hers way before I did mine and THEN on top of that played more Boom, got owned by ND "domers" (usage correct?) while playing, and successfully completed a beer bong. Good on ya, nugget. And she didn't even get sick. Double props.
Tailgate soon after with K-Rob and her Papa in the library parking lot. The fact that ND can tailgate in their library's parking lot is sauce. Fun sauce. I abstained from shotgunning beer but socialized with fellow study abroaders, got my face licked by Ranga Fitz who earlier dragged his sticky lollipop across my face and proceeded to clean the stickiness with his tongue. He sure is Clifford the Big Red Dog. Saw a drunk alumni who actually was in Freo while we were there as well. He did the study abroad program years prior in Oz and often showed up community dinners. He offered me a Coors and then I forget what he said to me but we were both having fun to say the least.
Football time. We get into the student section and go off in different sub-group bubbles occasionally seeing each other in the crowds. I got push-upped (Red blogger and our friends Sierra & Erin are who I sat with and they said I had to experience being pushed up). Every time ND scores a touchdown, whatever number the score is, is how many pushups they do...to a person. Picture yourself crowd-surfing but you're body is being pushed up in the air numerous times. I was confuzzled at first because they didn't tell me what they were doing to me until I was up in the air being pushed up twenty times. IT WAS SO MUCH FUCKING FUN!
Blogger, Sierra, & I thought we saw Kayla down below. Sierra had skittles so we proceeded to toss them at who we thought was Kayla ("Yeah, it's her. I can see her roots," I said). Blogger had great aim, hitting her head 3 times. On the third time the girl who we thought was Kayla turned around confused. "It's not her!" Blogger and I scream. I duck, Blogger laughs herself to a sit down on the bench and Sierra stands there trying not to laugh and look like she was a culprit. Still it was a fun game to play.
Blogger & I sobered up and left shortly after half time ended. We met up with our Portland friend & Kayla. Went to get grub (Kayla & I got bangin' ass Bloody Mary's that were frickin' cheap. Yum). Chinese food (that shoulda been to-go considering we were being rushed out by the proprieters) with the crew after the gamed ended, a power nap at Blogger's house, then some more game's at Nicky's.
The crew was slowly dying after the long, intensive day of drinking and tailgating and game-watching. Some goodbyes to peeps we weren't going to see the next day when we left was uber sad. Saying goodbye to Blogger & Sierra was really sad considering I feel that out of the biddies we saw, they truly understand my humor and can tolerate me...for now. Saying goodbye in the first place was something I was not looking forward to.
Campfire & cornhole at Stevie Wonderful's casa then beddie bed time at Nicky's. We finally got a taste of Studebagel's the next morning before trekking back to the east coast. I talked music with DJ Pauly D while our child Kayla sat in the back and napped/read from her e-Reader (trendy nerd). I truly enjoyed this past weekend and have even gone as far to admit that it was by far the best weekend of this semester. For me at least. It'll be hard to beat. Seeing this amazing group of people was so great. Like I don't even know how else to describe how frickin' awesome it was to see them. DJ Pauly D said on the ride back that we've kinda turned into this sort of family even though we only knew each other for an unforgettable four and a half months. He's absolutely right. I plan on seeing these amazing people in the future. And I'm sure I'll blog about them as well.
I LOVE YOU ND.
I LOVE YOU STUDY ABROADERS!
I gotsa get a taste of this place called The Feve next time I go. But I have to find my moral compass first. I left that somewhere in the NYC. But who needs one of those in South Bend?
If I could I would spell out every word, laugh, joke, occurrence, and epic moment in this little blog o' mine but I shant. Memories are sometimes not worth blogging about but meant to remember on one's own (mind you, some memories aren't worth remembering either, considering I didn't remember asking my loverly Ginger friend/fellow blogger/one true follower to smack me across the face when I was reaching that point of intoxication).
Our friend Anthony aka DJ Pauly D (who resides in Strong Guyland) accompanied biffle nugget and myself. We left lovely New Rochelle around 10:30pm on Thursday night. But before our road trip commenced, Anthony hit a car. Yeah, like backed up into our neighbor's car. "We haven't even left yet! WE HAVEN'T EVEN LEFT YET!" he screamed as he did this sort of whine as he banged on the steering wheel. It was raining kind of hard...
***SIDENOTE***
Oh ma ga, this really super duper cute RA walked into the student union. I have such a frickin' hey-i-dont-know-you-but-i-like-you crush on him. God, he's dweamy.
So it was raining pretty hard and I saw that someone next door was standing on the porch outside. But I wasn't sure whether he was facing us or his back was turned. That's how hard the rain was pouring.*
*Like it was earlier that day when I went to practice, which was outside and before we got onto the water it was drizzling and by the time we finished our FIRST trip out there, I was already drenched. Nice. One long-sleeve shirt and Soffe shorts later, and I was pouring rain out of my sneakers. Went home, changed into dry clothes and showed up a minute late to night class. Damn, I did work!
At this point we didn't know what to do, whether we should tell the person on the porch or just book it. "Fuck it, I'm leaving," DJ Pauly D said. Luckily, nothing was done to his car except a little scratch and as for that other person's car (which shouldn't have been blocking our driveway in the first place) was totally fine.
We drove through the night, with Ant taking the first shift from 10:30-2:15ish in the morning. I took us through the rest of Pennsylvania, got flipped off by a trucker in Ohio for having my high beams on (oops!), and shook my head numerous times for my last hour of driving around 6am. Kayla drove the rest of the way and saw the sunrise through Ohio/Indiana. How precious.
We got to our friend Nicky's house around 9:30am. Awesome finish with the road trip on the way there. Our friends said pretty blogger from before and another friend (who oddly resembles Zac Efron abd wears Donnie Osmond-esque jeans) came over and the 6 of us went to the Original Pancake House, which I saw featured on the Food Network for their epic pancake dishes like "The Dutch Baby" (something I did NOT order). I opted for an omelette - that was fucking large and in charge. Woof. I still ate it allll :)
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| Said Dutch Baby. |
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| Yeah, we toured that shit. |
After the tour, and learning a lot about the campus and student life - which seems so much more fun than our student life, we went back to our Donnie-Osmond-jean-wearing friend's apartment for a good ol' fashion community dinner. It was great to see everyone again as if it were a Monday or a Wednesday in Port Lodge. But we didn't scarf down appetizers. Just sat around and caught up with everyone. Hell, even the Notre Damers didn't even see much of each other. So it was like we brought them together this past weekend.
After dinner we did that thing where you drink a lot and get funky. Funky in a sense that we were belligerent and laughing heaps. Donnie-Oz-jeans got a bunch of shot glasses. Okay, that's fine. But then he whipped out a bottle Patron. Ahahahahahaha. What? We cheered to the reunion before the debauchery commenced.
Us, not from Notre Dame, learned a new drinking game called Boom, a combination of Beer Pong and Speed Quarters. I hated it at first because I was sucking and Kayla nug kept making me drink more. But after the weekend, I was liking the game. I just have to practice my boom smack because I tend to flick the cups delicately (you have to play the game to understand what I be saying).
Another party at Ranga Fitz's house, kegerator included, spotting Australian footy coach in America AT THE PARTY, and a slice of Papa John's later (thanks, red blogger), Kayla & I hit the hay @ Red blogger's apartment. We woke up around 8ish to begin more debaucherous activities.
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| Papa Smurfs. |
It took me a while to finish. Props to the biffle nugget who finished hers way before I did mine and THEN on top of that played more Boom, got owned by ND "domers" (usage correct?) while playing, and successfully completed a beer bong. Good on ya, nugget. And she didn't even get sick. Double props.
Tailgate soon after with K-Rob and her Papa in the library parking lot. The fact that ND can tailgate in their library's parking lot is sauce. Fun sauce. I abstained from shotgunning beer but socialized with fellow study abroaders, got my face licked by Ranga Fitz who earlier dragged his sticky lollipop across my face and proceeded to clean the stickiness with his tongue. He sure is Clifford the Big Red Dog. Saw a drunk alumni who actually was in Freo while we were there as well. He did the study abroad program years prior in Oz and often showed up community dinners. He offered me a Coors and then I forget what he said to me but we were both having fun to say the least.
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| ND owning Western Michigan. Final Score 44-17? |
Blogger, Sierra, & I thought we saw Kayla down below. Sierra had skittles so we proceeded to toss them at who we thought was Kayla ("Yeah, it's her. I can see her roots," I said). Blogger had great aim, hitting her head 3 times. On the third time the girl who we thought was Kayla turned around confused. "It's not her!" Blogger and I scream. I duck, Blogger laughs herself to a sit down on the bench and Sierra stands there trying not to laugh and look like she was a culprit. Still it was a fun game to play.
Blogger & I sobered up and left shortly after half time ended. We met up with our Portland friend & Kayla. Went to get grub (Kayla & I got bangin' ass Bloody Mary's that were frickin' cheap. Yum). Chinese food (that shoulda been to-go considering we were being rushed out by the proprieters) with the crew after the gamed ended, a power nap at Blogger's house, then some more game's at Nicky's.
The crew was slowly dying after the long, intensive day of drinking and tailgating and game-watching. Some goodbyes to peeps we weren't going to see the next day when we left was uber sad. Saying goodbye to Blogger & Sierra was really sad considering I feel that out of the biddies we saw, they truly understand my humor and can tolerate me...for now. Saying goodbye in the first place was something I was not looking forward to.
Campfire & cornhole at Stevie Wonderful's casa then beddie bed time at Nicky's. We finally got a taste of Studebagel's the next morning before trekking back to the east coast. I talked music with DJ Pauly D while our child Kayla sat in the back and napped/read from her e-Reader (trendy nerd). I truly enjoyed this past weekend and have even gone as far to admit that it was by far the best weekend of this semester. For me at least. It'll be hard to beat. Seeing this amazing group of people was so great. Like I don't even know how else to describe how frickin' awesome it was to see them. DJ Pauly D said on the ride back that we've kinda turned into this sort of family even though we only knew each other for an unforgettable four and a half months. He's absolutely right. I plan on seeing these amazing people in the future. And I'm sure I'll blog about them as well.
I LOVE YOU ND.
I LOVE YOU STUDY ABROADERS!
I gotsa get a taste of this place called The Feve next time I go. But I have to find my moral compass first. I left that somewhere in the NYC. But who needs one of those in South Bend?
Monday, October 18, 2010
Huhhh?
Irresponsible. Humiliated. Defeated. And disgustingly embarrassed. That's how I'm feeling right now. If there was a word that compiled all of these feelings into a ball of suck I would've used it. At the same time, that would include having to research it. Something I should've done for my Marketing project I just got back. I swear sometimes the Internet just doesn't work in one's favor, and that's not including the nasty viruses and scams that are out there.
I could be blogging about the epic weekend I recently had at Notre Dame. But I feel that I have to wait for my spirits to brighten up a bit before I get into that. Right now, the day is starting off rocky, not including this fiasco. Long story short, I thought I had a solid branding position and analysis and what not. I researched the Internet for other premium malt beverages, making sure I wasn't marketing a product that already existed. I am still doing this even after the fact. Our professor, who I've had last year and who is an amazing professor because she's actually worked in the industry and knows her shit told our class as well as another class my friend is in that she stumbled upon plagiarism in some people's projects.
Of course we all freaked out because we don't want to be included in that group. But the plagiarism she was talking about was brand management plagiarism, not so much the word-for-word/I'm stealing your idea/Facebook movie shit that everyone automatically assumes when they hear the word. I even asked her after class that day but she was thoroughly bombarded by other concerned students and since I'm a bit timid in the classroom I didn't really get an answer I was looking for.
But I got my project back and was going through it. I nailed the parts in the beginning. My analysis was swell, my target and positioning strategy was working until I got to the last part: brand name. A nice red zero situated itself next to the short paragraph she asked us to write about our brand name and reason behind it. Her read ink read something like, "there is already an energy drink with that name." A long pause of confusion. And class didn't even start. I was mad. A WTF moment. Like really? really. After I searched all over hell and creation on the fucking Internet. And she says she found one with the same name. I had her before as stated before and she told me, "I don't look at my students' names when I grade papers. But when I saw yours, I thought, 'No, she wouldn't do that.'" I was on the verge of tears. Voice trembling because I felt so dumb. As well as all the words I stated earlier. Like, how could I have been so dumb? The reason why I'm so upset about it is because I still can't find where I fucked up. I'm still looking up my brand name or apparently someone else's and I can't find it anywhere. I marketing a premium malt beverage with energy in it and apparently there's an energy drink that exists?
Double woof. Luckily she was really kind to me as well as to the other students who had the same problem I did. She told all of us that we can go forward with the project using the same brand name and that it wouldn't count against us. But what she told me was this: "What's so sad is that your grade is still significantly high even with this mishap. A lot of other students had trouble with these sections (pointing to the other portions of my paper) but you nailed it." So that made me feel a little better. But I still took this seriously because this has never happened to me and I also treated this project like a real life situation. "See ya later, job" is what I would be saying if I was working in Advertising/Marketing.
I wanna be in South Bend. Not here. Not right now. Hopefully this song will make me chill out about my day thus far: "Monster" - Kanye West feat. Rick Ross, Jay-Z, Nicki Minaj & BON IVER
Yah, Bon Iver. According to my friend Anthony/Jesse Eisenberg who roadtripped with Kayla and I, Bon Iver & Kanyizzle are collaborating on a lot of songs soon. Soon to be biffles! How caahuuute. I'm starting to feel ok. Maybe.
I could be blogging about the epic weekend I recently had at Notre Dame. But I feel that I have to wait for my spirits to brighten up a bit before I get into that. Right now, the day is starting off rocky, not including this fiasco. Long story short, I thought I had a solid branding position and analysis and what not. I researched the Internet for other premium malt beverages, making sure I wasn't marketing a product that already existed. I am still doing this even after the fact. Our professor, who I've had last year and who is an amazing professor because she's actually worked in the industry and knows her shit told our class as well as another class my friend is in that she stumbled upon plagiarism in some people's projects.
Of course we all freaked out because we don't want to be included in that group. But the plagiarism she was talking about was brand management plagiarism, not so much the word-for-word/I'm stealing your idea/Facebook movie shit that everyone automatically assumes when they hear the word. I even asked her after class that day but she was thoroughly bombarded by other concerned students and since I'm a bit timid in the classroom I didn't really get an answer I was looking for.
But I got my project back and was going through it. I nailed the parts in the beginning. My analysis was swell, my target and positioning strategy was working until I got to the last part: brand name. A nice red zero situated itself next to the short paragraph she asked us to write about our brand name and reason behind it. Her read ink read something like, "there is already an energy drink with that name." A long pause of confusion. And class didn't even start. I was mad. A WTF moment. Like really? really. After I searched all over hell and creation on the fucking Internet. And she says she found one with the same name. I had her before as stated before and she told me, "I don't look at my students' names when I grade papers. But when I saw yours, I thought, 'No, she wouldn't do that.'" I was on the verge of tears. Voice trembling because I felt so dumb. As well as all the words I stated earlier. Like, how could I have been so dumb? The reason why I'm so upset about it is because I still can't find where I fucked up. I'm still looking up my brand name or apparently someone else's and I can't find it anywhere. I marketing a premium malt beverage with energy in it and apparently there's an energy drink that exists?
Double woof. Luckily she was really kind to me as well as to the other students who had the same problem I did. She told all of us that we can go forward with the project using the same brand name and that it wouldn't count against us. But what she told me was this: "What's so sad is that your grade is still significantly high even with this mishap. A lot of other students had trouble with these sections (pointing to the other portions of my paper) but you nailed it." So that made me feel a little better. But I still took this seriously because this has never happened to me and I also treated this project like a real life situation. "See ya later, job" is what I would be saying if I was working in Advertising/Marketing.
I wanna be in South Bend. Not here. Not right now. Hopefully this song will make me chill out about my day thus far: "Monster" - Kanye West feat. Rick Ross, Jay-Z, Nicki Minaj & BON IVER
Yah, Bon Iver. According to my friend Anthony/Jesse Eisenberg who roadtripped with Kayla and I, Bon Iver & Kanyizzle are collaborating on a lot of songs soon. Soon to be biffles! How caahuuute. I'm starting to feel ok. Maybe.
Thursday, October 14, 2010
"Shake down the thunder from the sky..."
And I thought it was going to rain this week. It looks dark and gloomy currently...
***SIDENOTE***
I was eavesdropping on a tour that just came in. The tour guide referred to our book store/merch place as the "Spirit Shop." Uhhh nay, nay. Don't do that again, prease. We don't have our school mascot popping out from under the hoodies and hats getting people to buy stuff in there. And I just saw what I thought was a girl wearing a red bandana oddly but it was actually her hair. It was bright pink with little streaks of black through it. What was so great though was that she totally worked and OWNED that hurr of hers.
I'm hoping it won't rain but it probably will and then practice will be indoors and I'll upchuck all the cookies I had at work. Great. But it doesn't matter because I'M ROADTRIPPING TO SOUTH BEND, INDIANA TO SEE MY STUDY ABROAD BIDDIES AT NOTRE DAME. HOLLAHHHH!
Do I know the fight songs or whatever? Nope. Have I watched Rudy? Noi. Am I going to, temporarily, be converted into a Fightin' Irish(wo)man? Hellz yeah. And I am stoked. I need to get me some gold & blue merch and rep my Irish Guinness fwiends back in New Ro.
I'm hoping this weekend is going to be epic and with the great company who will be greeting/hosting us this weekend, I have a feeling I have nothing to worry about (except maybe someone getting too drunk and getting lost somewhere. Possibly sleep walking outside of an apartment complex, cough, cough Mary). But wait, I'm a guest so maybe I'm immune from babysitting? We'll see. Shit, I hope I don't need to be babysat. Eeeep.
I type with excitement. And kinda in a hurry. I have mad shit to still do before I leave tonight after my nightclass. I still need to frickin' pack. And print out homework and go to practice. Meh. All I know is that this weekend is gonna be great. AND I'll be going to first ever Notre Dame football game. They're playing Western Michigan this Saturday. And if they win, a mad rager will ensue. Even if they lose I'm sure we'll still rage on.
PS: Just saw a girl walk into our "Spirit Shop" wearing A Reese's Peanut Butter Cup hoodie. Wow.
***SIDENOTE***
I was eavesdropping on a tour that just came in. The tour guide referred to our book store/merch place as the "Spirit Shop." Uhhh nay, nay. Don't do that again, prease. We don't have our school mascot popping out from under the hoodies and hats getting people to buy stuff in there. And I just saw what I thought was a girl wearing a red bandana oddly but it was actually her hair. It was bright pink with little streaks of black through it. What was so great though was that she totally worked and OWNED that hurr of hers.
I'm hoping it won't rain but it probably will and then practice will be indoors and I'll upchuck all the cookies I had at work. Great. But it doesn't matter because I'M ROADTRIPPING TO SOUTH BEND, INDIANA TO SEE MY STUDY ABROAD BIDDIES AT NOTRE DAME. HOLLAHHHH!
Do I know the fight songs or whatever? Nope. Have I watched Rudy? Noi. Am I going to, temporarily, be converted into a Fightin' Irish(wo)man? Hellz yeah. And I am stoked. I need to get me some gold & blue merch and rep my Irish Guinness fwiends back in New Ro.
I'm hoping this weekend is going to be epic and with the great company who will be greeting/hosting us this weekend, I have a feeling I have nothing to worry about (except maybe someone getting too drunk and getting lost somewhere. Possibly sleep walking outside of an apartment complex, cough, cough Mary). But wait, I'm a guest so maybe I'm immune from babysitting? We'll see. Shit, I hope I don't need to be babysat. Eeeep.
I type with excitement. And kinda in a hurry. I have mad shit to still do before I leave tonight after my nightclass. I still need to frickin' pack. And print out homework and go to practice. Meh. All I know is that this weekend is gonna be great. AND I'll be going to first ever Notre Dame football game. They're playing Western Michigan this Saturday. And if they win, a mad rager will ensue. Even if they lose I'm sure we'll still rage on.
"Rally sons of Notre Dame,
Sing her glory, and sound her fame
Raise her Gold and Blue,
And cheer with voices true,
Rah! Rah! For Notre Dame."
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| Can't wait to be reunited with many of these animals :) |
PS: Just saw a girl walk into our "Spirit Shop" wearing A Reese's Peanut Butter Cup hoodie. Wow.
Wednesday, October 13, 2010
Boat shoes, brandy, and custom beemers.
I'm contemplating Friend Requesting this tool I met over the summer but knew* prior because he used to go to the same college as me but then transferred to a different school. I only wanna do this because...duhh...I want to see how ridiculous his Facebook page is and make fun of it. Mind you, I don't normally friend request people but I feel as if this is kind of an exception because I feel I deserve a good laugh.
*and when I say "knew", I technically just mean "met once in a bar." Sophomore year, a few biddies and I went to a nearby bar close to campus for some pre-birthday drinks. He came in because he was, at the time, talking to one of my good friends, Sasquatch (who is a TALL female, hence the name). She told him we were celebwating my birfday and before he left, he gave my friend Sasquatch a twenty dolla bill to get drinks with for my birthday. Such a nice gesture considering it was like donating money to a homeless person, me being that homeless person because for the rest of that year I didn't see much of him. Hardly crossing paths. And by the time I said "Thank you!" he already left the bar. Meh, whatevs :)
But I thought I'd share this interesting story from over this past summer when I saw him for the first time since then.
Before I tell this story, I just want to say that I slightly have this uncomfortability around richy, glitzy people and highly exclusive places like gated communities and private beaches. Especially, if its really bourgeois (a term originally for the middle class but now referencing high society, posh elite etc). I feel like I'm a newbie being introduced to a new social class that I feel I don't belong to. As if I'm a freeloader or a poser but I'm really not. I don't know if I make sense but I guess I'm only saying I feel uncomfortable because it's a lifestyle I'm not used to being in. Eventually though, I plan on going to nice places like this when I make a name for myself, kinda like earning the invite myself, ya feel me?
Story goes a lil somethin' like dis (this is where Aaron Carter's "Aaron's Party (Come Get It)" would start playing)...
I had an extra ticket to go see Empire of the Sun at Terminal 5 in the city. My biffle couldn't go and I was really at a loss for potential Empire fans. Sasquatch said she'd go and that she "likes to hear new bands", or something along those lines. I warned her that Empire is pretty out there genre wise but I thoroughly enjoy them. A lot. I saw them at Groovin' the Moo in Bunbury, WA (Western Australia) along with Vampire Weekend, Tegan & Sara, Spoon, Miami Horror among others. An epic musical festival fest. So great. And they definitely know how to put on a show.
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| Empire of the Sun = AMAZING |
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| Main stage @ Bunbury. |
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| No idea who that guy is. |
To get an idea of what EotS sounds like/performs like: watch dis: "Swordfish Hotkiss Night" performed @ GTM in Bendigo (this wasn't the festival I went to but it was really good quality via YouTube). I have vids of my own but no YouTube account yet. Sowwy).
And here's there official video "Walking On a Dream" (something you've probably heard before):http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eimgRedLkkU&ob=av2e
BACK TO MY STORY.
Before we would go to the concert, she was invited to go sailing at Gilgo Beach (THE exclusive Jones Beach) with one that I'm contemplating friend requesting/said tool. She asked me to tag along. I've never gone sailing nor have I been to or around Jones Beach. So why not?
After getting lost for an hour on the highway, dodging other cars while Sasquatch texts/calls people nonstop, we got chased down Ocean Parkway by a Beemer speeding up next to us. Its Tool McCool. We followed him into a gated community of beach houses. Plugged some 4-digit code to get in. Pissed I don't remember it.
He gave her a hug and kiss and barely said hi to me. I will admit Sasquatch minded her P's & Q's when it came to having company (me) tag along on this schmooze fest or lack thereof. She introduced me to him and made it seem like I was still visible despite what he thought. I guess he wasn't used to seeing pseudo-minorities in such a distinct area unless they were the help. I'm mean aren't I?
We walked to the beach, passing what was said to be where Billy Joel stays during down time and another beach house where porn films are apparently made. Uptown Girls Gone Wild? Maybe.
We pass by some locals who Tool McCool knows. He asked this hot lifeguard (?) dude with zinc oxide on his cheeks to get a bunch of peeps together for a game of beach volleyball. Wait what? You're making me socialize with the New York young beach elite? No, no, no. I just wanna catch some sun, y'all. And I suck at sports. Besides crew. And Badminton. And eating.
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| This ain't the Jersey Shore. |
I might as well play. I was a guest. And I wanted to be nice. Psh. I shoulda just said I had a bum foot or something because I sucked. I didn't play for long. After Sasquatch and I went for a dip in the pretty blue water, we laid out and caught some rays. Tool McCool came over eventually after his epic fail at giant sand castle-making with some really cool British guy he was staying with there. He offered Sas a Diet Coke, failing to ask me for anything. No, it's okay, no big deal, I don't exist, really I'm fine. Sas took the liberty of asking me if I wanted anything. Thanks, Sas :)
I started some small talk with him. Wanting to get to know him for about 5.7 seconds until I turned on the Selective Hearing button. The weather was beautiful on this early August Sunday. We stayed out in the sun for a long time. Sas was getting hungry - we hadn't eaten all day - and she was still hungover from her epic night out the night before. This is where the story got interesting...
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| A good year. |
Still trying to find a place to fucking eat because apparently Tool is not familiar with Gilgo even though he's been crashing at his friend's beach house. Benefit of the doubt: they tend to cook a lot on their own. Understandable. So while he was driving he started to take off his one pair of boat shoes. He looked behind him and asked me if I could do him a favor. Oh, so now I exist because you need me to do something fo' youu. Foot massage? Happy ending? I was sitting next to a Ralph Lauren Polo big, a big one at that. It was full of five boxes of shoes. He asked if I could take a pair out and switch them with the ones he was wearing. I asked, "Do you want any pair in particular?" "No, anyone is fine...they're all the same." Huh? Sas asked, "Wait, you have five pairs of the same shoes?" "Mmm hmm," Tool said. Then he proceeded to go through this elaborate story about how the salesman was trying to get rid of them and then they struck a deal like he would buy all of them for $100 a pair. So that's $500 for five pairs of the same shoes. I was struck by this. FIVE PAIRS of the SAME SHOES. BOAT SHOES. FIVE PAIRS OF BOAT SHOES. Wow.
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| Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday...what about Friday?!?! |
Sas was still not feeling well and we didn't know anything about the area or where to go. After asking us so many times what we were in the mood for and after numerous replies back to him saying, "We don't care" (just fucking find us a place to grub), he pulls into...none other...than a fucking Pathmark. Yeah, Gilgo Beach meet Middle class America. I wish I knew we were going here to eat dinner because I coulda gotten my mom's Pathmark Advantage Card! This baffled me along with the five pairs of boat shoes. Sarcastic, bitchy, Jules was coming out soon. We walked to the entrance when I asked him, "So, uhh, what colors are your boat shoes?" I forget what he told me.
All in all the day was interesting but ended on a good note in the form of a concert. I don't think I'll be going to Gilgo Beach anytime soon. At least not until I get my own pair of boat shoes. The Delaware beaches suit me just fine. And I certainly miss the Aussie ones as well :(
Tuesday, October 12, 2010
I made it, I made it.
I'm hoping to cruise through the rest of this week, since its a 4-day school week (3 for me because I has no crasses on Fridayyy).
I got through my 5k erg test this morning and shed off seconds off my old time as well as drop my split time close to 2 seconds. I need to wait for further results from the coach nuggets. Hopefully I'll have made the boat going to the Head of the Charles race in Boston in 2 weeks. Fingahz cwossed.
I'm really enjoying the morale on the team and I'm starting to get to know more of the froshies. Our team is BIG compared to previous seasons. I'm hoping people will stick around considering practice is now in the afternoon (which sucks for me because I gotta always rush to night class) rather than wee in the morning - I miss it :(. And crew is tougher as the season goes by so I'm hoping they won't die on us and quit when the work becomes close to severely impossible both mentally and physically. Well, not impossible but that's what I think when it gets tough. All I wanna do is stop but I can't.
I watched the second episode of The A-List New York last night and of course, rolled around in laughter at the dialogue. I swear, they motivate me to be bitchier towards others and not give a shit. And further look in search of a gay man biffle to accompany me on adventures and do fun things with. In due time, in due time.
I cried at Counseling today. I guess whatever I was talking about was finally sinking in. I never cry at counseling and if I do it's very rare like today. It's also rare that I brought this up. Whatevs.
***SIDENOTE***
Girl texting with one hand while holding a jack-o-lantern in the other. Talent. She hasn't moved for about 45 seconds. I looked over my shoulder three times. She's gone now.
...about ten minutes later...
She just walked out of the food court area and into the bookstore with said jack-o-lantern. What is this, take your jack-o-lantern to school day?
Okay, so I kinda just saw my counselor come into the student union. A bit awkward but not really. Just the fact that I cried earlier in front of her and now I put on my friendly building manager face is quite a transition.
My friends Brian and Ryan (aka Frump) stopped by to visit me at work but that's only because I told them there was free food around. We were all discussing how Ryan has a hard time gaining weight. Despite Brian's disgusting and lame idea of how Ryan "should sew is ass shut so he doesn't shit," I compared his trouble with weight gain to a woman struggling to get pregnant. Because if one thinks about it, both are similar situations. Darn, Ryan's ego can't get prego :(
I got through my 5k erg test this morning and shed off seconds off my old time as well as drop my split time close to 2 seconds. I need to wait for further results from the coach nuggets. Hopefully I'll have made the boat going to the Head of the Charles race in Boston in 2 weeks. Fingahz cwossed.
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| How I feel when I'm not in shape...or in general haha. |
I watched the second episode of The A-List New York last night and of course, rolled around in laughter at the dialogue. I swear, they motivate me to be bitchier towards others and not give a shit. And further look in search of a gay man biffle to accompany me on adventures and do fun things with. In due time, in due time.
I cried at Counseling today. I guess whatever I was talking about was finally sinking in. I never cry at counseling and if I do it's very rare like today. It's also rare that I brought this up. Whatevs.
***SIDENOTE***
Girl texting with one hand while holding a jack-o-lantern in the other. Talent. She hasn't moved for about 45 seconds. I looked over my shoulder three times. She's gone now.
...about ten minutes later...
She just walked out of the food court area and into the bookstore with said jack-o-lantern. What is this, take your jack-o-lantern to school day?
Okay, so I kinda just saw my counselor come into the student union. A bit awkward but not really. Just the fact that I cried earlier in front of her and now I put on my friendly building manager face is quite a transition.
My friends Brian and Ryan (aka Frump) stopped by to visit me at work but that's only because I told them there was free food around. We were all discussing how Ryan has a hard time gaining weight. Despite Brian's disgusting and lame idea of how Ryan "should sew is ass shut so he doesn't shit," I compared his trouble with weight gain to a woman struggling to get pregnant. Because if one thinks about it, both are similar situations. Darn, Ryan's ego can't get prego :(
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| Ryan needs a surrogate :( |
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