I'm leaving for Chicago in a couple of hours. Whoohoo! I won't be back until sometime on Sunday, so if I don't post for a few days it's because I'm out of town NOT because something else collapsed and I'm trapped in rubble.
Happy New Year, everyone!
Thursday, December 30, 2004
Wednesday, December 29, 2004
it's still not as bad as poop in the basement
Ok. If I ever, I mean EVER, complain about not having anything to write about, please feel free to slap me in the face and tell me to shut the hell up. Those words came back to bite me in the ass, as usual. Last night (this morning?) I went to bed around 2, thinking I would sleep til around 10, get up, and do some job searching. Apparently, someone didn't like that plan. I woke up at exactly 7:08 AM when the sky started falling. I know it was exactly 7:08 because the first thing I do when the sky starts falling is look at my alarm clock.
After the huge crash, I closed my eyes again and thought, "hmm, maybe that was just snow shifting on the roof" because when I wake up apparently I am a total idiot. A few seconds later, I decided I should probably take a look out the window, just to make sure a bunch of snow and ice hadn't fallen on the dog or something.
When I peeked out the blinds, my first thought was, "the fence looks kind of crooked." My second thought was, "hmm, I don't remember the fence being crooked AND five inches away from my window." My third thought was, "maybe I should put my glasses on and flip on a light." I did both of those things and opened my blinds all the way. Stood there. Stared. Stared some more. Walked through the bathroom that connects my room to the step in front of the back door. Looked out the back door and lost all ability to comprehend what I was looking at.
My bedroom window NORMALLY looks out onto the back patio. The hot tub is directly under my window. I couldn't see the patio OR the hot tub, because the patio cover had folded in on itself and was now resting on the hot tub and the air conditioning unit.
When it got light out, my mom and I went to inspect the damage. I believe the only words spoken during this inspection were, "holy," "shit," and, "you've got to be kidding me." I had a sort of giddy, hysteria bubbling up from my stomach and escaping in short bursts of laughter. It reminded me of the day last year when I came home from class and my housemate told me that our basement had flooded with sewage. There are just some words in my vocabulary that, when put together in specific statements, make absolutely no sense to my brain. "The porch cover collapsed," "Bush was reelected," and "our basement has shit floating around in it" are some of those statements.
Luckily, I had gotten a digital camera (!!!) for Christmas and I now had an excellent excuse to take a whole crapload of pictures. My dad came home from work early and soon figured out that we would have to try and tear the cover down ourselves because we couldn't open the back door. Keep in mind, the patio cover was still attached to the house. My parents went to Lowe's to rent some magical saw that cuts through anything (!), even diamonds, steel, and LIQUID HOT MAGMA.
Before he could start cutting the shit out of some aluminum, we had to shovel all the snow out of the crevice formed by the folding patio cover. This was a complete pain in the ass, because each panel of the cover had a thick slab of ice inside. We had to take the shovel, pound the shit out of the ice until it broke, and then carry the ice shards off of the patio into the side yard. Once we had cleared off as much snow and ice as we could reach, my dad would cut into the metal with the Magical Saw of Power and Extreme Heaviness and we'd carry the pieces and throw them in a big pile.
This entire process took about four hours. Towards the end, some guys came to haul the pile of crap away and they helped my dad take down the last little bit of patio cover. By this time, all of us were walking around like zombies. Our feet hurt, our arms hurt, our hands were wet and cold, and let me tell you, we all looked so pretty. The funny thing is, we were all in pretty good spirits the whole time. Because what can you do besides laugh? No one got hurt, there was no serious damage to the house. My parents were thinking of losing the patio cover anyway, so really, this just saved them the trouble.
After the huge crash, I closed my eyes again and thought, "hmm, maybe that was just snow shifting on the roof" because when I wake up apparently I am a total idiot. A few seconds later, I decided I should probably take a look out the window, just to make sure a bunch of snow and ice hadn't fallen on the dog or something.
When I peeked out the blinds, my first thought was, "the fence looks kind of crooked." My second thought was, "hmm, I don't remember the fence being crooked AND five inches away from my window." My third thought was, "maybe I should put my glasses on and flip on a light." I did both of those things and opened my blinds all the way. Stood there. Stared. Stared some more. Walked through the bathroom that connects my room to the step in front of the back door. Looked out the back door and lost all ability to comprehend what I was looking at.
My bedroom window NORMALLY looks out onto the back patio. The hot tub is directly under my window. I couldn't see the patio OR the hot tub, because the patio cover had folded in on itself and was now resting on the hot tub and the air conditioning unit.
When it got light out, my mom and I went to inspect the damage. I believe the only words spoken during this inspection were, "holy," "shit," and, "you've got to be kidding me." I had a sort of giddy, hysteria bubbling up from my stomach and escaping in short bursts of laughter. It reminded me of the day last year when I came home from class and my housemate told me that our basement had flooded with sewage. There are just some words in my vocabulary that, when put together in specific statements, make absolutely no sense to my brain. "The porch cover collapsed," "Bush was reelected," and "our basement has shit floating around in it" are some of those statements.
Luckily, I had gotten a digital camera (!!!) for Christmas and I now had an excellent excuse to take a whole crapload of pictures. My dad came home from work early and soon figured out that we would have to try and tear the cover down ourselves because we couldn't open the back door. Keep in mind, the patio cover was still attached to the house. My parents went to Lowe's to rent some magical saw that cuts through anything (!), even diamonds, steel, and LIQUID HOT MAGMA.
Before he could start cutting the shit out of some aluminum, we had to shovel all the snow out of the crevice formed by the folding patio cover. This was a complete pain in the ass, because each panel of the cover had a thick slab of ice inside. We had to take the shovel, pound the shit out of the ice until it broke, and then carry the ice shards off of the patio into the side yard. Once we had cleared off as much snow and ice as we could reach, my dad would cut into the metal with the Magical Saw of Power and Extreme Heaviness and we'd carry the pieces and throw them in a big pile.
This entire process took about four hours. Towards the end, some guys came to haul the pile of crap away and they helped my dad take down the last little bit of patio cover. By this time, all of us were walking around like zombies. Our feet hurt, our arms hurt, our hands were wet and cold, and let me tell you, we all looked so pretty. The funny thing is, we were all in pretty good spirits the whole time. Because what can you do besides laugh? No one got hurt, there was no serious damage to the house. My parents were thinking of losing the patio cover anyway, so really, this just saved them the trouble.
Just skip this. Seriously. I warned you.
I don't know what's wrong with me. I have absolutely NOTHING to say. Nada. I think maybe I used up all my words for the year. I won't be able to write anything worthwhile until January 1st.
Seriously, usually I can scrounge up SOMETHING. Some stupid thing that happened to me, something funny someone said, but damn. I got nothing. NOTHING. I don't know why I'm still typing. Really. I shouldn't even publish this crap. But I probably will.
Here's something. Nothing big, so don't get excited. My fish, the one I bought back in June or July that I thought would die within the week, IS STILL ALIVE. Of course, now that I've said that, it will probably die.
The sad thing is, I still haven't really named it. I tried out a few different names. Red. Rooster. Assface. None have stuck. Poor Fish. My friend had a hamster named Hammy and a cat named Kitty, so maybe I should just call my fish Fishy.
Eh. I'm leaving for Chicago on Thursday, my parents and sister are leaving on Friday, and no one will be home until Sunday, so Fish might be belly up by the time we all get back. Although, I'm pretty sure he's gone days without food before, because I'm a bad fish parent.
Seriously, usually I can scrounge up SOMETHING. Some stupid thing that happened to me, something funny someone said, but damn. I got nothing. NOTHING. I don't know why I'm still typing. Really. I shouldn't even publish this crap. But I probably will.
Here's something. Nothing big, so don't get excited. My fish, the one I bought back in June or July that I thought would die within the week, IS STILL ALIVE. Of course, now that I've said that, it will probably die.
The sad thing is, I still haven't really named it. I tried out a few different names. Red. Rooster. Assface. None have stuck. Poor Fish. My friend had a hamster named Hammy and a cat named Kitty, so maybe I should just call my fish Fishy.
Eh. I'm leaving for Chicago on Thursday, my parents and sister are leaving on Friday, and no one will be home until Sunday, so Fish might be belly up by the time we all get back. Although, I'm pretty sure he's gone days without food before, because I'm a bad fish parent.
Monday, December 27, 2004
blah, blah, blah
I hope everyone had a great holiday. Actually, it still kind of feels like the holiday season, what with the snow and the decorations still hanging and I just saw the Christmahanakwanzakaa commercial TWICE. Speaking of the snow, it's a pain in the ass. There's no place to put it and there are piles everywhere taller than I am. And granted, that's not very tall, but what if I fall into one? No one will find me until March.
ANYWAY. As you might have gathered from the picture below, I got a digital camera (!!!) for Christmas. The mooning-Santa belongs to my grandma, but not the grandma who bought a Happy Birthday Jesus cake last Christmas. I've been playing with the camera for the past few days and taking lots of pictures, mostly of the dog because she's always there and doesn't move or run away before I can snap the picture. I also got a new haircut today and I took a picture, because new things just go together, you know? I might post it later if I remember, although I kind of like that (as of right now) I'm faceless to those of you who don't know me in non-virtual life. Plus, if I do something illegal and I write about it on here, I probably shouldn't post any photographic evidence. Hmm.
I also got season 3 of Alias and so far I've watched about half of it. The paranoia should be setting in soon. Actually, after reading the last statement from the paragraph above, maybe it already has.
ANYWAY. As you might have gathered from the picture below, I got a digital camera (!!!) for Christmas. The mooning-Santa belongs to my grandma, but not the grandma who bought a Happy Birthday Jesus cake last Christmas. I've been playing with the camera for the past few days and taking lots of pictures, mostly of the dog because she's always there and doesn't move or run away before I can snap the picture. I also got a new haircut today and I took a picture, because new things just go together, you know? I might post it later if I remember, although I kind of like that (as of right now) I'm faceless to those of you who don't know me in non-virtual life. Plus, if I do something illegal and I write about it on here, I probably shouldn't post any photographic evidence. Hmm.
I also got season 3 of Alias and so far I've watched about half of it. The paranoia should be setting in soon. Actually, after reading the last statement from the paragraph above, maybe it already has.
Sunday, December 26, 2004
Friday, December 24, 2004
just wondering
So . . . like . . . was Mary in labor by now? Did it hurt or did God give her a spiritual epidural? Was Joseph pacing around outside the manger with a cigar in his pocket? Did they have cigars in the Bible?
Were the two wise men who DIDN'T bring the gold running around ancient-Target trying to find last minute gifts for the son of God? What the hell is frankincense?
Were the two wise men who DIDN'T bring the gold running around ancient-Target trying to find last minute gifts for the son of God? What the hell is frankincense?
Happy Christmas Eve!
Despite all the snow outside and the presents around the tree, I'm not feeling very Christmasy, especially after reading about sad puppies and kittens (thanks, Peter!) I'd go outside and build a snowman or something, but it's 8 degrees and I'd like to keep all my fingers, thank you. I'm listening to the All Christmas Carols All The Time radio station, but so far all the songs they've played have annoyed the hell out of me. I'm waiting for the Hippopotamus song. It's my only hope.
Maybe I should go watch Elf. Or Love Actually. I can't wait until A Christmas Story is on FOR 24 GLORIOUS HOURS later tonight. WHOOHOO! If that doesn't put me in the Christmas mood, nothing will. We're also supposed to go to church services later. We go to church twice a year. Easter and Christmas Eve. Sometimes we go on Palm Sunday. We're bad Lutherans. This sounds horrible, but the only reason I'm looking forward to going to church tonight is because we'll get to light candles and turn the lights off and sing Silent Night. I like the way the candles smell when we blow them out. Like a birthday, which I guess is fitting since it's like Jesus's birthday and everything.
So. Yeah. Happy Birthday, Jesus. I hope all the candles fit on your cake.
Maybe I should go watch Elf. Or Love Actually. I can't wait until A Christmas Story is on FOR 24 GLORIOUS HOURS later tonight. WHOOHOO! If that doesn't put me in the Christmas mood, nothing will. We're also supposed to go to church services later. We go to church twice a year. Easter and Christmas Eve. Sometimes we go on Palm Sunday. We're bad Lutherans. This sounds horrible, but the only reason I'm looking forward to going to church tonight is because we'll get to light candles and turn the lights off and sing Silent Night. I like the way the candles smell when we blow them out. Like a birthday, which I guess is fitting since it's like Jesus's birthday and everything.
So. Yeah. Happy Birthday, Jesus. I hope all the candles fit on your cake.
Thursday, December 23, 2004
SNOW, AHHHHH!
I'm so bored right now. We're snowed in. Ok, not really. We could go out if it was really necessary, like if we needed food or medicine or more wine, but I can't just up and drive to Starbucks because I'm bored. What's funny is that if there were no snow, and this was a normal Thursday night, I wouldn't want to go anywhere. And since there's nothing on TV I haven't seen five times and I've already watched Spiderman 2 (awesome!) and Van Helsing (the opposite of awesome!) I'm going to fill out these two quizzes and you're going to like it. I don't remember what website I got them from. Feel free to steal. In fact, please do, so I have something to read.
So. If you don't want to hear me talk about myself for the rest of this post, I'd suggest moving on. However, if you're here I don't really know what else you were expecting.
QUIZ 1: End of the Year Wrap-Up (it's close enough and DID I MENTION I'M BORED)
1. What did you do in 2004 that you'd never done before?
Drank Mexican tequila. In Mexico.
2. Did you keep your new year’s resolutions, and will you make more for next year?
If I remember correctly, I didn't make any REAL resolutions. I guess I'll make some for next year, but only because it's fun to think about stuff I won't do.
3. Did anyone close to you give birth?
Besides me, you mean? Kidding. Um, not that I can think of.
4. Did anyone close to you die?
Yes, unfortunately. My great uncle Al died last spring and grandpa died about a month ago.
5. What countries did you visit?
Mexico, Jamaica, Grand Cayman
6. What would you like to have in 2005 that you lacked in 2004?
A job. An apartment. Sanity.
7. What dates from 2004 will remain etched upon your memory, and why?
November 3rd. Obvious, sad reasons. November 9th, the day Grandpa died.
8. What was your biggest achievement of the year?
I didn't start a riot on November 3rd.
9. What was your biggest failure?
I didn't start a riot on November 3rd. Heh.
10. Did you suffer illness or injury?
Besides minor scrapes and bruises from being a major klutz and falling down, no.
11. What was the best thing you bought?
A fish.
12. Whose behavior merited celebration?
Mary.
13. Whose behavior made you appalled and depressed?
Bush. People who voted for Bush. People who didn't vote period. Jessica Simpson.
14. Where did most of your money go?
I don't wanna say, because it'll make me sound like an alcoholic. Kidding again. Probably groceries or gas. So exciting.
15. What did you get really, really, really excited about?
My sophomore-year roomie's wedding.
16. What song will always remind you of 2004?
Hey Ya
17. Compared to this time last year, are you:
a) happier or sadder? happier, I guess, but I'm usually happy
b) richer or poorer? hmm, same
18. What do you wish you'd done more of?
Planning ahead.
19. What do you wish you'd done less of?
Procrastinating.
20. How will you be spending Christmas?
At home. My sister will wake up super early, but my parents will be up earlier. Someone will make me get out of bed at an ungodly hour (like 10 or EARLIER) . My sister and I will sit on the couch upstairs until my parents get the area around the tree "ready." They'll let us come down, we'll open presents, my dad will take pictures, the dog will try to eat wrapping paper. Later, we'll all go to my grandparent's house to see my mom's side of the family and open and give more presents. I hope to spend my Christmas taking DIGITAL pictures, wink wink.
21. Did you fall in love in 2004?
No, but I loved.
22. How many one-night stands?
None.
23. What was your favorite TV program?
Friends, Scrubs, Sex and the City, LOST (!!!), Desperate Housewives
24. Do you hate anyone now that you didn't hate this time last year?
No, I don't really hate anyone.
25. What was the best book you read?
Lucky, by Alice Sebold
26. What was your greatest musical discovery?
Does this mean who? I guess Jamie Cullum.
27. What did you want and get?
Lost of fun times with my friends.
28. What did you want and not get?
More fun times with my friends.
29. What was your favorite film of this year?
Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind.
30. What did you do on your birthday, and how old were you?
I was 22 and, just like the year before, I spent my birthday at McMurray's with friends.
31.What one thing would have made your year immeasurably more satisfying?
If Bush hadn't won. Sigh.
32. How would you describe your personal fashion concept in 2004?
Flip-flops all year round.
33. What kept you sane?
Ripley (my dog)
34. Which celebrity/public figure did you fancy the most?
Hmm. I'm gonna go with Johnny Depp. Or John Edwards.
35. What political issue stirred you the most?
Heh. Does the election count? Because I'm gonna say the election as a whole stirred me up. But only a little, right?
36. Who did you miss?
The last few months, I've really missed not being able to see my friends every day. But it's getting easier, and I don't know if that's good or bad.
37. Who was the best new person you met?
I didn't meet Heidi for the first time this year, but this was the year we started hanging out and I'm so glad we did.
38. Tell us a valuable life lesson you learned in 2004
Just because you're pretending something isn't there doesn't make it disappear.
39. Quote a song lyric that sums up your year
After years of expensive education/a car full of books and anticipation/I'm an expert on Shakespeare and that's a hell of a lot/but the world don't need scholars as much as I thought.
QUIZ 2: Timeline
25 years ago: I wasn't born yet. So, I guess I was a tiny egg in my mother's ovary.
20 years ago: I was two years old. That's too young to ask for anything for Christmas, so I'm sure I didn't get anything I REALLY wanted.
15 Years ago: I was 7. We lived in our old house on the other side of Kettering, next door to my grandma. I have no idea what I would have asked for for Christmas. Probably some My Little Ponies. Maybe a Barbie. That might have been the year I got my Sesame Street Playhouse for the backyard, although, now that I think about it I might have gotten that for my birthday a few years before, because 7 seems kind of old for Sesame Street.
10 Years ago: I was 12 and in seventh grade and I absolutely hated junior high. I had just taken a Red Cross babysitting class because I had three new baby cousins to start babysitting for. I probably asked for books for Christmas because I am and have always been a huge nerd. We were living in our new house. I was best friends with Melissa and we were really mean and did I mention I hated junior high?
5 years ago: I was 17 and a senior in high school. I was on Christmas break and enjoying the new-to-me car that I'd gotten in October. I was working at the public library (did I mention nerd?) and managed to amuse myself there. I didn't know where I'd be going to college, but I had it narrowed down to Ohio Northern, Ohio State, and Wittenberg. Wittenberg won. Thank god.
3 years ago: I was 20. A junior in college. Home for break and happy to be done with finals. I was just figuring out that I should probably be thinking about what to do once I graduated. I had no idea that a few weeks later I'd be back on campus, at McMurray's, drinking with my pastor's son.
1 year ago: I was 21. Living with Stiffie and Nicole in an apartment on campus, next door to Mary, Erica, and Lampl. We had survived our first semester in our first apartment, including keeping up with the bills, getting free cable without having to do anything, and living through a nasty sewage flooding of our basement.
This year: I'm 22. Done with classes. Back home. Looking for a job so I can start saving money. Looking forward to spending New Years in Chicago.
Yesterday: I ran around the house staring out the windows and exclaiming, "Oh my god, it's STILL snowing!" and "Look how much snow!" and "My car looks like an igloo!"
Today: Got up at 6:30 and watched the weather with my parents. Drank some coffee. Talked to Beau and felt bad that he couldn't go home yet. Wondered if Stiffie made it home. Got ready to go babysit, but thankfully they didn't need me to, because I don't think my car would have made it. Spent the day working on Mary's going away present (shh, it's a seeeecret), reading, and watching movies. Good times.
Tomorrow: Tomorrow is Christmas Eve! Meaning, my parents are home from work and we'll all probably spend the day drinking coffee and watching TV, until 7 when we'll make our yearly trip to church for Christmas Eve services. That is, if we don't get any more snow and if the snow we've already gotten doesn't do something crazy like freeze and there isn't a really good movie on TV. If that happens, we'll stay home in the dry and the warm.
So. If you don't want to hear me talk about myself for the rest of this post, I'd suggest moving on. However, if you're here I don't really know what else you were expecting.
QUIZ 1: End of the Year Wrap-Up (it's close enough and DID I MENTION I'M BORED)
1. What did you do in 2004 that you'd never done before?
Drank Mexican tequila. In Mexico.
2. Did you keep your new year’s resolutions, and will you make more for next year?
If I remember correctly, I didn't make any REAL resolutions. I guess I'll make some for next year, but only because it's fun to think about stuff I won't do.
3. Did anyone close to you give birth?
Besides me, you mean? Kidding. Um, not that I can think of.
4. Did anyone close to you die?
Yes, unfortunately. My great uncle Al died last spring and grandpa died about a month ago.
5. What countries did you visit?
Mexico, Jamaica, Grand Cayman
6. What would you like to have in 2005 that you lacked in 2004?
A job. An apartment. Sanity.
7. What dates from 2004 will remain etched upon your memory, and why?
November 3rd. Obvious, sad reasons. November 9th, the day Grandpa died.
8. What was your biggest achievement of the year?
I didn't start a riot on November 3rd.
9. What was your biggest failure?
I didn't start a riot on November 3rd. Heh.
10. Did you suffer illness or injury?
Besides minor scrapes and bruises from being a major klutz and falling down, no.
11. What was the best thing you bought?
A fish.
12. Whose behavior merited celebration?
Mary.
13. Whose behavior made you appalled and depressed?
Bush. People who voted for Bush. People who didn't vote period. Jessica Simpson.
14. Where did most of your money go?
I don't wanna say, because it'll make me sound like an alcoholic. Kidding again. Probably groceries or gas. So exciting.
15. What did you get really, really, really excited about?
My sophomore-year roomie's wedding.
16. What song will always remind you of 2004?
Hey Ya
17. Compared to this time last year, are you:
a) happier or sadder? happier, I guess, but I'm usually happy
b) richer or poorer? hmm, same
18. What do you wish you'd done more of?
Planning ahead.
19. What do you wish you'd done less of?
Procrastinating.
20. How will you be spending Christmas?
At home. My sister will wake up super early, but my parents will be up earlier. Someone will make me get out of bed at an ungodly hour (like 10 or EARLIER) . My sister and I will sit on the couch upstairs until my parents get the area around the tree "ready." They'll let us come down, we'll open presents, my dad will take pictures, the dog will try to eat wrapping paper. Later, we'll all go to my grandparent's house to see my mom's side of the family and open and give more presents. I hope to spend my Christmas taking DIGITAL pictures, wink wink.
21. Did you fall in love in 2004?
No, but I loved.
22. How many one-night stands?
None.
23. What was your favorite TV program?
Friends, Scrubs, Sex and the City, LOST (!!!), Desperate Housewives
24. Do you hate anyone now that you didn't hate this time last year?
No, I don't really hate anyone.
25. What was the best book you read?
Lucky, by Alice Sebold
26. What was your greatest musical discovery?
Does this mean who? I guess Jamie Cullum.
27. What did you want and get?
Lost of fun times with my friends.
28. What did you want and not get?
More fun times with my friends.
29. What was your favorite film of this year?
Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind.
30. What did you do on your birthday, and how old were you?
I was 22 and, just like the year before, I spent my birthday at McMurray's with friends.
31.What one thing would have made your year immeasurably more satisfying?
If Bush hadn't won. Sigh.
32. How would you describe your personal fashion concept in 2004?
Flip-flops all year round.
33. What kept you sane?
Ripley (my dog)
34. Which celebrity/public figure did you fancy the most?
Hmm. I'm gonna go with Johnny Depp. Or John Edwards.
35. What political issue stirred you the most?
Heh. Does the election count? Because I'm gonna say the election as a whole stirred me up. But only a little, right?
36. Who did you miss?
The last few months, I've really missed not being able to see my friends every day. But it's getting easier, and I don't know if that's good or bad.
37. Who was the best new person you met?
I didn't meet Heidi for the first time this year, but this was the year we started hanging out and I'm so glad we did.
38. Tell us a valuable life lesson you learned in 2004
Just because you're pretending something isn't there doesn't make it disappear.
39. Quote a song lyric that sums up your year
After years of expensive education/a car full of books and anticipation/I'm an expert on Shakespeare and that's a hell of a lot/but the world don't need scholars as much as I thought.
QUIZ 2: Timeline
25 years ago: I wasn't born yet. So, I guess I was a tiny egg in my mother's ovary.
20 years ago: I was two years old. That's too young to ask for anything for Christmas, so I'm sure I didn't get anything I REALLY wanted.
15 Years ago: I was 7. We lived in our old house on the other side of Kettering, next door to my grandma. I have no idea what I would have asked for for Christmas. Probably some My Little Ponies. Maybe a Barbie. That might have been the year I got my Sesame Street Playhouse for the backyard, although, now that I think about it I might have gotten that for my birthday a few years before, because 7 seems kind of old for Sesame Street.
10 Years ago: I was 12 and in seventh grade and I absolutely hated junior high. I had just taken a Red Cross babysitting class because I had three new baby cousins to start babysitting for. I probably asked for books for Christmas because I am and have always been a huge nerd. We were living in our new house. I was best friends with Melissa and we were really mean and did I mention I hated junior high?
5 years ago: I was 17 and a senior in high school. I was on Christmas break and enjoying the new-to-me car that I'd gotten in October. I was working at the public library (did I mention nerd?) and managed to amuse myself there. I didn't know where I'd be going to college, but I had it narrowed down to Ohio Northern, Ohio State, and Wittenberg. Wittenberg won. Thank god.
3 years ago: I was 20. A junior in college. Home for break and happy to be done with finals. I was just figuring out that I should probably be thinking about what to do once I graduated. I had no idea that a few weeks later I'd be back on campus, at McMurray's, drinking with my pastor's son.
1 year ago: I was 21. Living with Stiffie and Nicole in an apartment on campus, next door to Mary, Erica, and Lampl. We had survived our first semester in our first apartment, including keeping up with the bills, getting free cable without having to do anything, and living through a nasty sewage flooding of our basement.
This year: I'm 22. Done with classes. Back home. Looking for a job so I can start saving money. Looking forward to spending New Years in Chicago.
Yesterday: I ran around the house staring out the windows and exclaiming, "Oh my god, it's STILL snowing!" and "Look how much snow!" and "My car looks like an igloo!"
Today: Got up at 6:30 and watched the weather with my parents. Drank some coffee. Talked to Beau and felt bad that he couldn't go home yet. Wondered if Stiffie made it home. Got ready to go babysit, but thankfully they didn't need me to, because I don't think my car would have made it. Spent the day working on Mary's going away present (shh, it's a seeeecret), reading, and watching movies. Good times.
Tomorrow: Tomorrow is Christmas Eve! Meaning, my parents are home from work and we'll all probably spend the day drinking coffee and watching TV, until 7 when we'll make our yearly trip to church for Christmas Eve services. That is, if we don't get any more snow and if the snow we've already gotten doesn't do something crazy like freeze and there isn't a really good movie on TV. If that happens, we'll stay home in the dry and the warm.
finally, I know what to avoid
I just came across the best website, courtesy of this post. It's called Christian Spotlight and there are HOURS of entertainment here. Basically, users tell the public which movies and TV shows are OK and which to avoid in case Satan is using them to take control of your mind and body. Here are some samplings:
Futurama-
AVOID: Not only does this show contain sexual innuendo, blasphemy against our faith, and promotes the false belief in alien life forms, but it also takes place in the year 3000 (by which time the rapture will most likely have come)
South Park-
AVOID: I urge everyone to avoid this shameless piece of nonsense. The content was never less than utterly offensive. The disgusting tolerance of homosexuality and the constant violence and swearing made me feel sick.
Two Guys, a Girl, and a Pizza Place-
I enjoy this show, although the characters do have some immoral relationships. They don't usually discuss sexual topics and the fact that the character Johnny wants to marry Sharon and not just live with her is refreshing. I'm just glad they don't have a homosexual character (at least not yet)
Will and Grace-
AVOID: I watched this show the other night and I was appalled. The character Jack (played by an actor who went to my college) especially is bad because he is the "funniest" gay character and is therefore the most appealing to young children. Also, he is played by a handsome young man, ... (and I knew that God was watching me angrily as) I fought to suppress my attraction to him. I am a reformed homosexual who is now married to a wonderful woman, and people like me don't need such horrible filth on TV to tempt us back into sin.
Buffy the Vampire Slayer-
AVOID: Sorry to every pre-teen, teenager and even adult out there, this show is a major distraction to your relationship with Jesus.
The Real World-
AVOID: The steady show of homosexuality is pushing children to view it as normal behavior. I strongly disagree with this use and The Real World's way of subjecting our children to their way of life.
GOLDEN GIRLS-
AVOID: This show is horrible. The whole theme is sex, sex, sex. Hollywood seems to be so preoccupied with it these days. This show is bad, and should be avoided.
The X-Files-
Although many of the opinions expressed about the X-Files refer to the quality of the writing and other production aspects of the show, one cannot overlook the blatant occult messages presented in this program. I have viewed only about three full episodes and found the shows content definitely not for Christian viewing. On one notable episode, the subject matter dealt with Voodoo and transmutation. In another episode (and apparently many of the other shows) deal with extraterrestrials. Christians need to be aware that these "extraterrestrials" are actually inter dimensional beings that the Bible has clearly identified as demons
This show is much less violent than Walker, Texas Ranger.
I haven't read many of the movie reviews yet, but those are equally amusing. I have to go now. Will and Grace is on and I like to watch homosexuality run rampant.
Futurama-
AVOID: Not only does this show contain sexual innuendo, blasphemy against our faith, and promotes the false belief in alien life forms, but it also takes place in the year 3000 (by which time the rapture will most likely have come)
South Park-
AVOID: I urge everyone to avoid this shameless piece of nonsense. The content was never less than utterly offensive. The disgusting tolerance of homosexuality and the constant violence and swearing made me feel sick.
Two Guys, a Girl, and a Pizza Place-
I enjoy this show, although the characters do have some immoral relationships. They don't usually discuss sexual topics and the fact that the character Johnny wants to marry Sharon and not just live with her is refreshing. I'm just glad they don't have a homosexual character (at least not yet)
Will and Grace-
AVOID: I watched this show the other night and I was appalled. The character Jack (played by an actor who went to my college) especially is bad because he is the "funniest" gay character and is therefore the most appealing to young children. Also, he is played by a handsome young man, ... (and I knew that God was watching me angrily as) I fought to suppress my attraction to him. I am a reformed homosexual who is now married to a wonderful woman, and people like me don't need such horrible filth on TV to tempt us back into sin.
Buffy the Vampire Slayer-
AVOID: Sorry to every pre-teen, teenager and even adult out there, this show is a major distraction to your relationship with Jesus.
The Real World-
AVOID: The steady show of homosexuality is pushing children to view it as normal behavior. I strongly disagree with this use and The Real World's way of subjecting our children to their way of life.
GOLDEN GIRLS-
AVOID: This show is horrible. The whole theme is sex, sex, sex. Hollywood seems to be so preoccupied with it these days. This show is bad, and should be avoided.
The X-Files-
Although many of the opinions expressed about the X-Files refer to the quality of the writing and other production aspects of the show, one cannot overlook the blatant occult messages presented in this program. I have viewed only about three full episodes and found the shows content definitely not for Christian viewing. On one notable episode, the subject matter dealt with Voodoo and transmutation. In another episode (and apparently many of the other shows) deal with extraterrestrials. Christians need to be aware that these "extraterrestrials" are actually inter dimensional beings that the Bible has clearly identified as demons
This show is much less violent than Walker, Texas Ranger.
I haven't read many of the movie reviews yet, but those are equally amusing. I have to go now. Will and Grace is on and I like to watch homosexuality run rampant.
holy snow, batman
There is seriously a shitload of snow outside right now. As of 2 AM, we've gotten 14 inches, but there's definitely more because it's been snowing pretty heavily since then. We're also supposed to have record breaking cold temperatures over the next few days.
Personally, I think God is trying to turn this red state blue.
Go for it, God.
Personally, I think God is trying to turn this red state blue.
Go for it, God.
Wednesday, December 22, 2004
kill me now
I just caught myself singing and dancing along to one of those freakishly annoying Old Navy Christmas commercials.
Dear god.
Dear god.
winter freaking wonderland
It's snowing like crazy outside. I don't know how I feel about that. I have a total love-hate relationship with snow. I love it because it's so pretty and fluffy and my dog looks really funny playing in it. It's nice if you want to go skiing or sledding. There is a prime sledding hill up the street or, if I'm on campus, there's the Hollow, which is always full of all sorts of makeshift sledding devices this time of year, because everyone knows college students are either too poor or too lazy to go buy their own sled. Pieces of cardboard, mattresses, blankets, bottoms off of chairs, and trays from the CDR all litter the ground, but the trays definitely work the best.
Junior year, a couple of us were at McMurray's on a Friday night (surprise, surprise), but it was super crowded so we all left and decided to go sledding. We actually had one sled that someone had loaned us, but there were like five of us, so we grabbed the tops off of some trashcans we found in the basement. Yeah, those didn't so much work but we all took turns with the sled, or we just slid down head first like we were on a Slip 'n Slide. See? Snow good.
On the other hand, snow is a pain in the ass. I'm not very good at planning ahead, so whenever I have to be somewhere I ALWAYS forget that it's snowed and that I'll need extra time to clean off my car. By the time I get out there, I have about five minutes to unearth the driver's door, find my snow brush, and clean the four feet of snow off of my car. And usually, I've forgotten gloves. So I can either take the keys out of the ignition, run back into the house, perform a fruitless search of my room, and lose ten minutes I don't have, or I can just risk frostbite.
My first car, good old Big Blue, was so easy to clean off. At some point, the thingie that controls the heat (I'm not a mechanic, get off my back) had been replaced with something more powerful, so the car would heat up in like thirty seconds. I would just sit in the car and watch the snow melt off of the windshield. Big Blue had other problems, many, many other problems, but he redeemed himself with just this one feature.
My car now, however, takes about an hour to get good and warmed up. Which means, by the time I've scraped only a fiftieth of the windshield off, I'm ready to bash the glass with the snow scraper until the ice flakes off.
Ok, so now that I read this over, it seems maybe I have more of a HATE-love relationship with snow, especially since I tend to get kind of abusive with it when cleaning off my car.
That's alright. All I have to do is hit someone with one snowball and I'll remember the love. So. Who wants to volunteer?
Junior year, a couple of us were at McMurray's on a Friday night (surprise, surprise), but it was super crowded so we all left and decided to go sledding. We actually had one sled that someone had loaned us, but there were like five of us, so we grabbed the tops off of some trashcans we found in the basement. Yeah, those didn't so much work but we all took turns with the sled, or we just slid down head first like we were on a Slip 'n Slide. See? Snow good.
On the other hand, snow is a pain in the ass. I'm not very good at planning ahead, so whenever I have to be somewhere I ALWAYS forget that it's snowed and that I'll need extra time to clean off my car. By the time I get out there, I have about five minutes to unearth the driver's door, find my snow brush, and clean the four feet of snow off of my car. And usually, I've forgotten gloves. So I can either take the keys out of the ignition, run back into the house, perform a fruitless search of my room, and lose ten minutes I don't have, or I can just risk frostbite.
My first car, good old Big Blue, was so easy to clean off. At some point, the thingie that controls the heat (I'm not a mechanic, get off my back) had been replaced with something more powerful, so the car would heat up in like thirty seconds. I would just sit in the car and watch the snow melt off of the windshield. Big Blue had other problems, many, many other problems, but he redeemed himself with just this one feature.
My car now, however, takes about an hour to get good and warmed up. Which means, by the time I've scraped only a fiftieth of the windshield off, I'm ready to bash the glass with the snow scraper until the ice flakes off.
Ok, so now that I read this over, it seems maybe I have more of a HATE-love relationship with snow, especially since I tend to get kind of abusive with it when cleaning off my car.
That's alright. All I have to do is hit someone with one snowball and I'll remember the love. So. Who wants to volunteer?
Monday, December 20, 2004
cheater cheater pumpkin eater
I got up at 8 today. IN THE MORNING. And I didn't fall asleep til at least 2:30 AM, so now we know that I'm at least CAPABLE of getting up early. That's good to know, in case I ever get a job.
The REASON I got up early, and let's face it, there HAD to be a reason because why else would I get up at that ungodly hour, was because I was babysitting two of my cousins today. Katie and Joey, aged 12 and 9, who I think are hilarious, probably because I have the maturity level of a 12-year-old (on a good day). And babysat I DID. We played several games of Cranium, War, Speed, Operation Shrek, and some Bionicle game that, as far as I could tell, involved smashing action figures into each other until one of the heads fell off.
All I have to say is, Katie is a big cheater. She cheated at almost every game we played. I don't think she cheated at Operation Shrek because, well, I'm not really sure how you'd cheat at that game and she didn't cheat in the Bionicle game because she didn't play, but even if she had it wouldn't have mattered because THERE WERE NO RULES. But she kept changing the rules for Cranium, which worked because Joey and I didn't know how to play and I didn't find the instruction sheet until the end of the last game. And she TOTALLY cheated at War. I mean, this was crazy, obvious cheating. I know it sucks to lose a battle, especially when an Ace was one of the hidden cards, but it happens to the best of us. It's no good to wait until I've turned over my fourth card and then OBVIOUSLY shuffle through your cards until you find one that's higher than mine. I mean, COME ON! At least TRY to make it look natural.
And I know I should be the adult (ha!) and laughingly scold her and brush it off, but part of me still wants to scream "THAT'S SO UNFAIR," throw my cards down on the table, and go pout on the sofa.
I just noticed that there's a lot of caps lock in this entry. AND THAT'S TOTALLY OK.
The REASON I got up early, and let's face it, there HAD to be a reason because why else would I get up at that ungodly hour, was because I was babysitting two of my cousins today. Katie and Joey, aged 12 and 9, who I think are hilarious, probably because I have the maturity level of a 12-year-old (on a good day). And babysat I DID. We played several games of Cranium, War, Speed, Operation Shrek, and some Bionicle game that, as far as I could tell, involved smashing action figures into each other until one of the heads fell off.
All I have to say is, Katie is a big cheater. She cheated at almost every game we played. I don't think she cheated at Operation Shrek because, well, I'm not really sure how you'd cheat at that game and she didn't cheat in the Bionicle game because she didn't play, but even if she had it wouldn't have mattered because THERE WERE NO RULES. But she kept changing the rules for Cranium, which worked because Joey and I didn't know how to play and I didn't find the instruction sheet until the end of the last game. And she TOTALLY cheated at War. I mean, this was crazy, obvious cheating. I know it sucks to lose a battle, especially when an Ace was one of the hidden cards, but it happens to the best of us. It's no good to wait until I've turned over my fourth card and then OBVIOUSLY shuffle through your cards until you find one that's higher than mine. I mean, COME ON! At least TRY to make it look natural.
And I know I should be the adult (ha!) and laughingly scold her and brush it off, but part of me still wants to scream "THAT'S SO UNFAIR," throw my cards down on the table, and go pout on the sofa.
I just noticed that there's a lot of caps lock in this entry. AND THAT'S TOTALLY OK.
Sunday, December 19, 2004
regrets, I've had a few
I think I'm finished wrapping presents, unless I decide to get some smaller stuff for stockings. That's a quick wrap, anyway.
I'm just really disappointed that I just found the packing tape today. I feel bad that my mom will be the only one benefiting from the super-adhesivey goodness. Everyone should have the opportunity to spend twenty minutes opening a present.
I'm just really disappointed that I just found the packing tape today. I feel bad that my mom will be the only one benefiting from the super-adhesivey goodness. Everyone should have the opportunity to spend twenty minutes opening a present.
Saturday, December 18, 2004
what flavor was it?
I just got back from A Very Special Family Christmas and yes IT IS almost midnight and yes I AM aware that it's not December 25th yet.
I won't list all the incriminating things that happened, because I told everyone I'd change the names to protect the innocent, but that seems like a lot of work right now. Let's just say a lot of wine/vodka was consumed with hilarious results.
I will say that one of my cousins seems to think that New England is "in a country in Europe." This is the same cousin who once drew a picture of a mummy and a hot dog and who asked for chocolate donuts from Santa one year.
Here's something I've been meaning to ask and if you all think I'm disgusting and never want to read this blog again I will completely understand, but I actually think I might have talked about this before and I'm just too lazy to peruse my archives. See, we have this thing in my family where if someone farts, you put your hand in a fist with the thumb pointing out and then you put your thumb on your forehead. Whoever is the last to do this "ate it." It being the fart. Then, whoever ate it has to say what flavor it was. Weird, yes. Gross, also yes. Hilarious? Totally.
I'm just wondering . . . does anyone else's family do the Eat the Fart game or even a variation of it? Please tell me someone's does.
I won't list all the incriminating things that happened, because I told everyone I'd change the names to protect the innocent, but that seems like a lot of work right now. Let's just say a lot of wine/vodka was consumed with hilarious results.
I will say that one of my cousins seems to think that New England is "in a country in Europe." This is the same cousin who once drew a picture of a mummy and a hot dog and who asked for chocolate donuts from Santa one year.
Here's something I've been meaning to ask and if you all think I'm disgusting and never want to read this blog again I will completely understand, but I actually think I might have talked about this before and I'm just too lazy to peruse my archives. See, we have this thing in my family where if someone farts, you put your hand in a fist with the thumb pointing out and then you put your thumb on your forehead. Whoever is the last to do this "ate it." It being the fart. Then, whoever ate it has to say what flavor it was. Weird, yes. Gross, also yes. Hilarious? Totally.
I'm just wondering . . . does anyone else's family do the Eat the Fart game or even a variation of it? Please tell me someone's does.
Friday, December 17, 2004
proving once again that I'll do almost anything anyone asks
Three Names You Go By: Jennie, Bax, Lala
Three Screennames You Have: Baxlala, and that's it
Three Things You Like About Yourself: sense of humor, eyes, I'm weird, but at least that means I'm interesting, right?
Three Things You Dislike About Yourself: I'm stubborn, I procrastinate, and I'm too sarcastic
Three Parts of Your Heritage: German, Welsh, Native American
Three Things That Scare You: Republicans, things that sting, cooking
Three of Your Everyday Essentials: chapstick, water, a watch
Three Things You Are Wearing Right Now: contacts, snowflake socks, a Spongebob Squarepants watch (shut up)
Three of Your Favorite Bands/Artists (at the moment): Jamie Cullum, Keane, Jack Johnson
Three of Your Favorite Songs at Present: The Hippopotamus Christmas Song, that new Kelly Clarkson song (again, SHUT UP), and Pain by Jimmy Eat World
Three New Things You Want to Try in the Next 12 Months: a real job (ha), my own apartment, traveling somewhere even if it's only another state
Three Things You Want in a Relationship (love is a given): trust, respect, LAUGHTER
Two Truths and Lie: I'm an AWESOME whistler, when I was little I used to think I could fly if I just concentrated hard enough, and I have X-ray vision
Three Physical Things About the Opposite Sex (or same) That Appeal to You: dark hair, mussed up (but not straggly) hair, no facial hair (wow, that was all about the hair)
Three Things You Just Can’'t Do: cook, give directions, go to sleep before midnight
Three of Your Favorite Hobbies: reading, writing, road tripping
Three Things You Want to do Really Badly Right Now: go pick up my new glasses (nerd alert), finish Christmas shopping, get to New Years already so I can go to Chicago
Three Careers You'’re Considering: rabbit breeder, book jacket writer, wine/beer/liquor tester
Three Places You Want to Go on Vacation: Thailand, Rome, New York City
Three Kids' Names: Girls - Emma, Lydia, Elena; Boys - James, Drew, Alexander
Three Things You Want to Do Before You Die: get married and have children (let's hope I don't die any time soon), sky dive, take a year off to travel (that is, once I have a job to take time off from)
Three People You Want to Take this Quiz: Amy, Erin, Trillian
UPDATE: edited because I forgot two of the questions somehow. I don't know.
Three Screennames You Have: Baxlala, and that's it
Three Things You Like About Yourself: sense of humor, eyes, I'm weird, but at least that means I'm interesting, right?
Three Things You Dislike About Yourself: I'm stubborn, I procrastinate, and I'm too sarcastic
Three Parts of Your Heritage: German, Welsh, Native American
Three Things That Scare You: Republicans, things that sting, cooking
Three of Your Everyday Essentials: chapstick, water, a watch
Three Things You Are Wearing Right Now: contacts, snowflake socks, a Spongebob Squarepants watch (shut up)
Three of Your Favorite Bands/Artists (at the moment): Jamie Cullum, Keane, Jack Johnson
Three of Your Favorite Songs at Present: The Hippopotamus Christmas Song, that new Kelly Clarkson song (again, SHUT UP), and Pain by Jimmy Eat World
Three New Things You Want to Try in the Next 12 Months: a real job (ha), my own apartment, traveling somewhere even if it's only another state
Three Things You Want in a Relationship (love is a given): trust, respect, LAUGHTER
Two Truths and Lie: I'm an AWESOME whistler, when I was little I used to think I could fly if I just concentrated hard enough, and I have X-ray vision
Three Physical Things About the Opposite Sex (or same) That Appeal to You: dark hair, mussed up (but not straggly) hair, no facial hair (wow, that was all about the hair)
Three Things You Just Can’'t Do: cook, give directions, go to sleep before midnight
Three of Your Favorite Hobbies: reading, writing, road tripping
Three Things You Want to do Really Badly Right Now: go pick up my new glasses (nerd alert), finish Christmas shopping, get to New Years already so I can go to Chicago
Three Careers You'’re Considering: rabbit breeder, book jacket writer, wine/beer/liquor tester
Three Places You Want to Go on Vacation: Thailand, Rome, New York City
Three Kids' Names: Girls - Emma, Lydia, Elena; Boys - James, Drew, Alexander
Three Things You Want to Do Before You Die: get married and have children (let's hope I don't die any time soon), sky dive, take a year off to travel (that is, once I have a job to take time off from)
Three People You Want to Take this Quiz: Amy, Erin, Trillian
UPDATE: edited because I forgot two of the questions somehow. I don't know.
Thursday, December 16, 2004
you're all fired
I'm watching the finale of The Apprentice right now, but it hasn't really been holding my interest. I think the problem is that neither of the candidates who are left are very likeable, so I don't really care who wins. Last season, when it was between Bill and Kwame, I didn't really care who won but it was because I genuinely liked both of them. And they seemed to actually like each other, unlike Jen and Kelly, who don't respect or like each other.
This whole season of The Apprentice hasn't been as good as it was last year. Last season, most of the candidates were somewhat likeable and, with the exception of Omarosa, got along fairly well. This season, however, I spent most of the time imagining myself kicking the candidates in the face. I can't think of one that I didn't want to stab in the eye at least once. In the cases of Maria, Ivana, and munchkin Stacy, I wanted to poke them with a sharp stick about every two minutes.
I think the biggest problem was that none of these people seemed to really like each other, whereas last year there were several endearing friendships, like Troy and Kwame. And even if they weren't BFF, they still were able to work well together (again, with the exception of Omarosa). This season, it seemed like the candidates were just waiting for the chance to stab each other in the back. And as fun as it is to watch people snipe at each other for a while, when it goes on CONSTANTLY it's just exhausting.
I would have fired them all.
This whole season of The Apprentice hasn't been as good as it was last year. Last season, most of the candidates were somewhat likeable and, with the exception of Omarosa, got along fairly well. This season, however, I spent most of the time imagining myself kicking the candidates in the face. I can't think of one that I didn't want to stab in the eye at least once. In the cases of Maria, Ivana, and munchkin Stacy, I wanted to poke them with a sharp stick about every two minutes.
I think the biggest problem was that none of these people seemed to really like each other, whereas last year there were several endearing friendships, like Troy and Kwame. And even if they weren't BFF, they still were able to work well together (again, with the exception of Omarosa). This season, it seemed like the candidates were just waiting for the chance to stab each other in the back. And as fun as it is to watch people snipe at each other for a while, when it goes on CONSTANTLY it's just exhausting.
I would have fired them all.
why are people such assholes?
Today my mom was at the grocery store, as she tends to do on days, well, ending in 'y'. When she went to get some milk, she noticed a Little Old Lady in a wheelchair trying to get a jug of milk from one of the taller shelves. Little Old Lady, probably someone's sweet grandma who was trying to buy milk so her adorable, moppet grandchildren would have something to drink with their homemade snickerdoodles on Christmas Eve, was having a bit of trouble reaching the milk she wanted. Other people kept coming up behind her, reaching over her to get their own milk, and then leaving, even though they HAD to have noticed her struggling. WTF? How hard would it be to get the old lady some milk? I guarantee it would take less time than standing there impatiently, huffing and rolling your eyes, and then getting all up in Grandma's shit and stealing her milk. C'mon, people.
And, in case you're wondering, my mom asked Little Old Lady if she needed help. She, obviously, said yes and my mom got her some goddamn milk.
My mom's no asshole.
And, in case you're wondering, my mom asked Little Old Lady if she needed help. She, obviously, said yes and my mom got her some goddamn milk.
My mom's no asshole.
Wednesday, December 15, 2004
let me count the ways
Words cannot express how much I love Jon Stewart and Conan O'Brien. If they were on the same show my head would explode.
You know. In a good way.
You know. In a good way.
Tuesday, December 14, 2004
search results that have me puzzled
"beer pong tables" and "design of": Look, people. This isn't rocket science. You get a big table or, if that's too expensive, a piece of plywood to put ON a table, possibly paint it, and set ten cups up on each side like you would bowling pins. Just add ping pong balls.
meningitis beer pong: Ok. Beer pong is NOT the most sanitary game ever invented. Sometimes, like if you're playing it at a college bar where people have been known to puke on the floor, it can be downright disgusting. You're throwing ping pong balls at cups of beer, invariably the ping pong balls will land on the floor, and THERE IS NO WAY that rinsing them off in little cups of water between throws is going to sanitize them at all. That being said, I've never heard of anyone getting meningitis from playing beer pong. I've never heard of anyone getting ANYTHING from playing beer pong, other than, well, really drunk.
how to brown meat: You are obviously in the wrong place. Here's why.
what did they use before shampoo?: Um. I don't know. Rocks?
paul rudd anti bush: Dude, EVERYTHING here is anti-Bush, even Paul Rudd.
ho: Bite me, asshole.
if I die in a combat zone spark notes: Just READ it! You don't need to cheat! It's a good story, I swear. Tim O'Brien is awesome. Trust me! I've read most of what he's written. I wrote my thesis on him. I know things.
a sad story about jennie: Ok. Once upon a time, a girl named Jennie had nothing better to do than post an entry on her blog about people who had ended up there by searching for odd things. She was obviously creatively tapped. Then she found five dollars. Then she lost it. THE END.
marathon commando runner underwear: I'm gonna leave this one alone.
2004 christmas at val kilmers: Hey. Buddy. I'm sorry. You weren't invited. It wasn't my decision. Val is still mad at you. You know why. Don't try to explain. Maybe next year, OK?
meningitis beer pong: Ok. Beer pong is NOT the most sanitary game ever invented. Sometimes, like if you're playing it at a college bar where people have been known to puke on the floor, it can be downright disgusting. You're throwing ping pong balls at cups of beer, invariably the ping pong balls will land on the floor, and THERE IS NO WAY that rinsing them off in little cups of water between throws is going to sanitize them at all. That being said, I've never heard of anyone getting meningitis from playing beer pong. I've never heard of anyone getting ANYTHING from playing beer pong, other than, well, really drunk.
how to brown meat: You are obviously in the wrong place. Here's why.
what did they use before shampoo?: Um. I don't know. Rocks?
paul rudd anti bush: Dude, EVERYTHING here is anti-Bush, even Paul Rudd.
ho: Bite me, asshole.
if I die in a combat zone spark notes: Just READ it! You don't need to cheat! It's a good story, I swear. Tim O'Brien is awesome. Trust me! I've read most of what he's written. I wrote my thesis on him. I know things.
a sad story about jennie: Ok. Once upon a time, a girl named Jennie had nothing better to do than post an entry on her blog about people who had ended up there by searching for odd things. She was obviously creatively tapped. Then she found five dollars. Then she lost it. THE END.
marathon commando runner underwear: I'm gonna leave this one alone.
2004 christmas at val kilmers: Hey. Buddy. I'm sorry. You weren't invited. It wasn't my decision. Val is still mad at you. You know why. Don't try to explain. Maybe next year, OK?
IT'S SNOWING!
Remember this moment. It's the first and only time this winter that I will say those words and sound EXCITED rather than annoyed or pissed off.
Monday, December 13, 2004
sisterly love
I just finished my greatest accomplishment to date and I am exhausted. My mom asked me to wrap my sister's Christmas presents, because I have no job and my sister is nosy. I, of course, obliged because I like wrapping presents but MOSTLY because I like tormenting my sister. Usually, I use as much tape as possible when wrapping her present and I make sure there is no fold uncovered. This year, though, this year would have to be different. Special. I have a lot of time on my hands, you know.
My mom, like me, would rather shop online than step foot in a mall (shudder) so all of my sister's presents came in nice, sturdy Amazon boxes. I wrapped the three books together and the two DVDs together, then put these bundles into another box and wrapped that. I wrapped three CDs and put those into another box and wrapped THAT. THEN, I wrapped two CDs individually, put them into another box and, you guessed it, wrapped that box. So, in the end, I had three boxes. Oh, but this wasn't the end.
Luckily, there was a ginormous box downstairs. I put the three boxes I'd wrapped into this huge box and spent about 25 minutes wrapping it. It's going to take my sister a looooooong time to unwrap everything, especially since I covered all of the things I wrapped in a LOT of tape. I just realized how wasteful this all is, but we recycle so I figure it will all equal out in the end.
Anyway, after I wrapped this big box, I tied ribbon around it going both directions. Then I made a bow out of ribbon and taped eight more already-made bows around the fancy bow. You can't see the nametag, so my sister will be tormented DAILY as she wonders who the present is for.
The best part is, I wrapped everything in Spongebob Squarepants wrapping paper. I know it was meant to be, because I had JUST ENOUGH paper to cover the edges of the big box.
And really, doesn't everyone like Spongebob wrapping paper? Yes. Except for, maybe, the friends of mine WHO SHALL REMAIN NAMELESS that made fun of me just because I was wearing three Burger King Spongebob watches at the same time. Whatever. They're just jealous.
All in all, I spent about two hours wrapping her presents. All because, on Christmas morning, I want to see my sister's face light up. With rage.
My mom, like me, would rather shop online than step foot in a mall (shudder) so all of my sister's presents came in nice, sturdy Amazon boxes. I wrapped the three books together and the two DVDs together, then put these bundles into another box and wrapped that. I wrapped three CDs and put those into another box and wrapped THAT. THEN, I wrapped two CDs individually, put them into another box and, you guessed it, wrapped that box. So, in the end, I had three boxes. Oh, but this wasn't the end.
Luckily, there was a ginormous box downstairs. I put the three boxes I'd wrapped into this huge box and spent about 25 minutes wrapping it. It's going to take my sister a looooooong time to unwrap everything, especially since I covered all of the things I wrapped in a LOT of tape. I just realized how wasteful this all is, but we recycle so I figure it will all equal out in the end.
Anyway, after I wrapped this big box, I tied ribbon around it going both directions. Then I made a bow out of ribbon and taped eight more already-made bows around the fancy bow. You can't see the nametag, so my sister will be tormented DAILY as she wonders who the present is for.
The best part is, I wrapped everything in Spongebob Squarepants wrapping paper. I know it was meant to be, because I had JUST ENOUGH paper to cover the edges of the big box.
And really, doesn't everyone like Spongebob wrapping paper? Yes. Except for, maybe, the friends of mine WHO SHALL REMAIN NAMELESS that made fun of me just because I was wearing three Burger King Spongebob watches at the same time. Whatever. They're just jealous.
All in all, I spent about two hours wrapping her presents. All because, on Christmas morning, I want to see my sister's face light up. With rage.
peace on earth doesn't apply at the mall
I wish I could do all of my Christmas shopping online. I did order one thing, but it's getting to the point where it's almost too late to be ordering stuff if I want it here in time for Christmas. And I do. I don't think it'll be very fun for someone to open their present and find a piece of paper that says, "sorry I procrastinated; your present will be here in two weeks." That just sucks. Also, I don't really know what I'm getting for some people and it's hard to narrow down the Google search when you don't know what you're looking for. So, I have no choice but to go shopping. For real.
My sister and I went to the mall on Saturday. We were there long enough to go to the ____ store to get a ____ for my dad and a _____ for my mom. We ended up walking the length of the mall in one direction and were probably there for about thirty minutes. And even though we weren't there very long, I imagined the slow, horrible deaths of at least twenty people. At least. I'm not kidding you, we weren't thirty seconds into Sears before I was filled with a blinding, murderous rage. What is WRONG with people? If it's not the teenage girls milling about on their stupid cell phones with their glitter make-up and their look-at-me-look-at-me hair flipping it's the people who bring their stollers that seat sixteen children blocking the entrance to the ONE STORE I need to go to.
Then there are the people walking straight toward me who DON'T SEEM TO NOTICE that there's another person RIGHT in front of them. I'm sorry, let ME move out of YOUR way. Please! It'll be my pleasure! I am kind of short, maybe you just didn't see me and that's why you rammed into my side, causing me to spin in a circle and fall into the cell phone kiosk.
I think I just need to stay out of the mall altogether, but especially this time of year. I can do the rest of my shopping elsewhere. Some place where I don't have to park three miles away from the entrance and where no one tries to make me buy a piece of shit pair of sunglasses when I innocently walk by and where I don't end up imagining how to use my purse or my shoe as a murder weapon.
So. Amazon it is.
My sister and I went to the mall on Saturday. We were there long enough to go to the ____ store to get a ____ for my dad and a _____ for my mom. We ended up walking the length of the mall in one direction and were probably there for about thirty minutes. And even though we weren't there very long, I imagined the slow, horrible deaths of at least twenty people. At least. I'm not kidding you, we weren't thirty seconds into Sears before I was filled with a blinding, murderous rage. What is WRONG with people? If it's not the teenage girls milling about on their stupid cell phones with their glitter make-up and their look-at-me-look-at-me hair flipping it's the people who bring their stollers that seat sixteen children blocking the entrance to the ONE STORE I need to go to.
Then there are the people walking straight toward me who DON'T SEEM TO NOTICE that there's another person RIGHT in front of them. I'm sorry, let ME move out of YOUR way. Please! It'll be my pleasure! I am kind of short, maybe you just didn't see me and that's why you rammed into my side, causing me to spin in a circle and fall into the cell phone kiosk.
I think I just need to stay out of the mall altogether, but especially this time of year. I can do the rest of my shopping elsewhere. Some place where I don't have to park three miles away from the entrance and where no one tries to make me buy a piece of shit pair of sunglasses when I innocently walk by and where I don't end up imagining how to use my purse or my shoe as a murder weapon.
So. Amazon it is.
Sunday, December 12, 2004
my precious
There's been a new addition to our home. That's right. All these past months, I've been totally pregnant and yesterday I spewed forth a child from my loins. All those times you thought I was visiting friends or going out drinking I was really visiting my unborn child's father.
In prison. It really wasn't his fault, you know. Sometimes those guns just accidently go off during a robbery. It couldn't be helped, obviously.
Please tell me you know I'm kidding. Because I am. About the baby, anyway. Not about my boyfriend, Rodrigo, in prison. Ok, yes I am. I'm a huge liar. I can't help it. It's a problem.
Anyway, there really is a new addition, and it's called . . . DVR. It's like TiVo. I think. I'm a little fuzzy on what TiVo actually is, other than awesome. But basically, with DVR you can record a bunch of shit ALL THE TIME and pause and rewind live TV. I was hoping you could fast forward, so I could see into the future, but apparently cable boxes haven't evolved that far. Yet.
This means that tonight we can record The Simpsons, Arrested Development, and Desperate Housewives WHILE we watch the Survivor finale ALL WITHOUT the VCR.
We don't need you anymore, VCR. We're through. Game over, man. Take your clunky videotapes and your remote and all your stupid cords and GET THE HELL OUT.
In prison. It really wasn't his fault, you know. Sometimes those guns just accidently go off during a robbery. It couldn't be helped, obviously.
Please tell me you know I'm kidding. Because I am. About the baby, anyway. Not about my boyfriend, Rodrigo, in prison. Ok, yes I am. I'm a huge liar. I can't help it. It's a problem.
Anyway, there really is a new addition, and it's called . . . DVR. It's like TiVo. I think. I'm a little fuzzy on what TiVo actually is, other than awesome. But basically, with DVR you can record a bunch of shit ALL THE TIME and pause and rewind live TV. I was hoping you could fast forward, so I could see into the future, but apparently cable boxes haven't evolved that far. Yet.
This means that tonight we can record The Simpsons, Arrested Development, and Desperate Housewives WHILE we watch the Survivor finale ALL WITHOUT the VCR.
We don't need you anymore, VCR. We're through. Game over, man. Take your clunky videotapes and your remote and all your stupid cords and GET THE HELL OUT.
Friday, December 10, 2004
dental hygiene is hard
I went to the dentist today. I hate going to the dentist. It's almost as invasive as going to the OB/GYN, except at the dentist office you at least get to keep your clothes on. I hope. If you're going to a dentist who makes you take off your clothes for an exam, I hate to tell you this, but that guy probably isn't a real dentist.
I've been going to the same dentist since I started growing teeth. His name is Dr. Grabman. He's probably one of the nicest men I've ever met, which makes me wonder why he'd want to inflict pain upon so many helpless people. Not that he brings the pain when I visit. The only time he's ever done anything painful to me was when I was six and had to get four teeth pulled and even then my entire face was numb and I had my Theodore the chipmunk doll so I was OK.
A few years ago, Dr. Grabman moved his practice into a newer, nicer facility. There are televisions in all the exam rooms. I was pleasantly surprised that the TV in the lobby was playing Ferris Bueller's Day Off. Unfortunately, when I got back to my exam room, the TV was on the Weather Channel. Not to worry, though, because a few minutes later the dental hygienist (who I will be calling . . . Bernice) changed the channel because gasp Oprah was on! Now, I can pretty much take or leave Oprah. I don't hate her but I don't particularly like her show that much. I'll watch it if I happen to flip past it while channel surfing and the subject looks interesting, but I don't normally watch it. Today, though, Oprah was interviewing . . . wait for it, Gwyneth Paltrow. About her BRAND NEW baby. You know, it's great that these actresses are happy being new mothers and everything, but do we have to hear EVERY GODDAMN DETAIL? I don't care that Julia Roberts had twins, I don't care that Monica Gellar named her kid Coco, and I DON'T CARE that Gwyneth values being a mother over absolutely every other single thing in her fantastic life, even her handsome, sensitive, musical husband. Good for you, Gwynnie! Do you think you're the first woman on earth who spat a baby out of her vagina? Because you're not. Shut UP already.
ANYWAY. There was something other than Oprah's subject matter bothering me. Bernice seemed to be a lot more interested in watching TV than she was in cleaning my teeth. She kept asking me things like, "doesn't Oprah look fabulous?" (yes, fantastic) and "do you think Oprah is really that nice in real life?" (NO) If we had just been sitting in the waiting room, I wouldn't have cared. But while she has pointy objects in such close proximity to my tender, pink gums, I'd rather she be, I don't know, LOOKING AT MY MOUTH and NOT the TV.
That's just me, though. I'm kind of picky.
I've been going to the same dentist since I started growing teeth. His name is Dr. Grabman. He's probably one of the nicest men I've ever met, which makes me wonder why he'd want to inflict pain upon so many helpless people. Not that he brings the pain when I visit. The only time he's ever done anything painful to me was when I was six and had to get four teeth pulled and even then my entire face was numb and I had my Theodore the chipmunk doll so I was OK.
A few years ago, Dr. Grabman moved his practice into a newer, nicer facility. There are televisions in all the exam rooms. I was pleasantly surprised that the TV in the lobby was playing Ferris Bueller's Day Off. Unfortunately, when I got back to my exam room, the TV was on the Weather Channel. Not to worry, though, because a few minutes later the dental hygienist (who I will be calling . . . Bernice) changed the channel because gasp Oprah was on! Now, I can pretty much take or leave Oprah. I don't hate her but I don't particularly like her show that much. I'll watch it if I happen to flip past it while channel surfing and the subject looks interesting, but I don't normally watch it. Today, though, Oprah was interviewing . . . wait for it, Gwyneth Paltrow. About her BRAND NEW baby. You know, it's great that these actresses are happy being new mothers and everything, but do we have to hear EVERY GODDAMN DETAIL? I don't care that Julia Roberts had twins, I don't care that Monica Gellar named her kid Coco, and I DON'T CARE that Gwyneth values being a mother over absolutely every other single thing in her fantastic life, even her handsome, sensitive, musical husband. Good for you, Gwynnie! Do you think you're the first woman on earth who spat a baby out of her vagina? Because you're not. Shut UP already.
ANYWAY. There was something other than Oprah's subject matter bothering me. Bernice seemed to be a lot more interested in watching TV than she was in cleaning my teeth. She kept asking me things like, "doesn't Oprah look fabulous?" (yes, fantastic) and "do you think Oprah is really that nice in real life?" (NO) If we had just been sitting in the waiting room, I wouldn't have cared. But while she has pointy objects in such close proximity to my tender, pink gums, I'd rather she be, I don't know, LOOKING AT MY MOUTH and NOT the TV.
That's just me, though. I'm kind of picky.
Thursday, December 09, 2004
if dreams could come true
After all the hours and hours I've spent watching The Daily Show, only one thought keeps coming to mind . . .
I really wish Jon Stewart could interview President Bush.
Can you imagine?
Stewart: Thanks for coming, Mr. President.
Bush: It is most pleasureful.
Stewart: [something clever and sarcastic]
Bush: [something snide and unintelligible]
Sigh. I guess it will have to remain a dream.
I really wish Jon Stewart could interview President Bush.
Can you imagine?
Stewart: Thanks for coming, Mr. President.
Bush: It is most pleasureful.
Stewart: [something clever and sarcastic]
Bush: [something snide and unintelligible]
Sigh. I guess it will have to remain a dream.
yet another sign of my loserdom
I think my e-mail must be broken, because I haven't gotten any since I got the NY Times Headlines at 4:34 AM.
John Mayer has a TV show AND I WATCHED IT
Today was the best day ever, and I'll tell you why. Between repeated viewings of Sex and the City (thank you, HBO OnDemand) I decided to channel surf to see if anything else was on. I meant to hit 3 and then 1, but since I am so lazy that I can't even be bothered to look at the remote, I hit 6 and 4. VH1 is channel 62 and I noticed on the channel guide that John Mayer's new show was starting THAT VERY MINUTE. So, of course, I quickly changed the channel to VH1.
The show, creatively titled John Mayer Has a TV Show, was half an hour of quirkiness and laughs, LAUGHS, I tell you. The set is awesome, consisting of a card table, a couple of lawn chairs, a crappy sign, and some of those shitty ass lights you had hanging in your dorm room. Don't lie. I know you had them. First, he dressed up in a bear suit and made fun of himself in front of fans. Then he shaved a crew member's head so it looked like he had male pattern baldness. Then he saved said crew member's eyebrows off. Poor crew member. Throughout the show, he interviewed Trick Daddy and at one point they wandered around Nashville in cowboy hats.
By far my favorite part, however, was when Mayer interviewed four female fans. He asked them tough questions such as, "how do you feel about pro bono pro bongo?" Watching the fans made me feel a little embarrassed for them because, while I hope that if I were in that situation I wouldn't act as giggly and stupid as they did, part of me fears I would act EXACTLY LIKE THEM.
The show, in my own humble opinion, is hilarious. Then again, I would probably watch the show if it was just John Mayer making grilled cheese sandwiches and clipping his toenails (not at the same time, of course. That'd be gross.)
That's totally untrue, though. I'd never watch anyone clip their toenails. I don't even like watching me clip my own. Feet are gross. Even John Mayer's.
The show, creatively titled John Mayer Has a TV Show, was half an hour of quirkiness and laughs, LAUGHS, I tell you. The set is awesome, consisting of a card table, a couple of lawn chairs, a crappy sign, and some of those shitty ass lights you had hanging in your dorm room. Don't lie. I know you had them. First, he dressed up in a bear suit and made fun of himself in front of fans. Then he shaved a crew member's head so it looked like he had male pattern baldness. Then he saved said crew member's eyebrows off. Poor crew member. Throughout the show, he interviewed Trick Daddy and at one point they wandered around Nashville in cowboy hats.
By far my favorite part, however, was when Mayer interviewed four female fans. He asked them tough questions such as, "how do you feel about pro bono pro bongo?" Watching the fans made me feel a little embarrassed for them because, while I hope that if I were in that situation I wouldn't act as giggly and stupid as they did, part of me fears I would act EXACTLY LIKE THEM.
The show, in my own humble opinion, is hilarious. Then again, I would probably watch the show if it was just John Mayer making grilled cheese sandwiches and clipping his toenails (not at the same time, of course. That'd be gross.)
That's totally untrue, though. I'd never watch anyone clip their toenails. I don't even like watching me clip my own. Feet are gross. Even John Mayer's.
Wednesday, December 08, 2004
wednesday ritual
7:58 - I run down the stairs, yelling "Wheeeeeeeeeee, it's time for Lost, change the channel to ABC NOW!!
8:00 - I sit entranced, leaning forward with my mouth hanging open. Truly classy.
every commercial break - I lean back and take a deep breath and think, "what the fuck is going on?"
8:45 - You're damn RIGHT the hobbit isn't dead!
8:59 - F-ing cliffhangers!
9:00 - "Next new episode in dum dum dum THREE WEEKS," says the announcer.
9:01 - "NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!" says Jennie.
8:00 - I sit entranced, leaning forward with my mouth hanging open. Truly classy.
every commercial break - I lean back and take a deep breath and think, "what the fuck is going on?"
8:45 - You're damn RIGHT the hobbit isn't dead!
8:59 - F-ing cliffhangers!
9:00 - "Next new episode in dum dum dum THREE WEEKS," says the announcer.
9:01 - "NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!" says Jennie.
it's official . . . I am a horse's ass
It is officially the Christmas season, not because we've set up our Christmas tree and not because of the scary ladies in department stores with the psychotic gleam in their eyes, but because today in the car I heard the "fiiiiiiiiiiiiive roast beef saaaaaaaaaandwiiiiiiches" Arby's commercial.
If that doesn't say Christmas, I don't know what does.
If that doesn't say Christmas, I don't know what does.
Tuesday, December 07, 2004
please, I'm begging you
I have six Gmail invites, if anyone is interested. C'mon. You know you want it. It'll be a Christmas present, from me to you.
Seriously, if no one wants them I don't know what to do with them.
Come on! Gmail is great! You want to know my favorite part of it? Too bad, I'm telling you anyway. When you delete all the Spam from the Spam folder, it says "Hooray, no Spam here!"
I'm easily amused.
Seriously, if no one wants them I don't know what to do with them.
Come on! Gmail is great! You want to know my favorite part of it? Too bad, I'm telling you anyway. When you delete all the Spam from the Spam folder, it says "Hooray, no Spam here!"
I'm easily amused.
don't bother, this makes no sense
My dad told me tonight that my blog has been really boring lately. So sorry, dad. It's not like I haven't noticed. I don't feel like I have anything to write about because, at the present moment, my life is pretty damn boring. I mean, I had a fun weekend, but really the stories are only funny to the people who were there. Tell me, does the word "facehole" make anyone laugh? Do you think the sentence "I lost my stuff" said with a lisp is funny? Do you think DOING THIS AND SAYING CAPS LOCK ON and then doing this and saying caps lock off is funny? Do you think the sentence "we're halfway to Drunk Town on the Captain Morgan Highway" makes ANY SENSE AT ALL CAPS LOCK ON?
If you do, your name is probably Danielle, Janna, Kate, Mary or Jennie. If you do not, it's because Danielle, Janna, Kate, Mary, and Jennie (ok, that's me) are WEIRD STRANGE PEOPLE. Caps lock off.
If you do, your name is probably Danielle, Janna, Kate, Mary or Jennie. If you do not, it's because Danielle, Janna, Kate, Mary, and Jennie (ok, that's me) are WEIRD STRANGE PEOPLE. Caps lock off.
Monday, December 06, 2004
tis the season
I'm addressing Christmas cards right now. Well, not right now as in RIGHT NOW, because obviously RIGHT NOW I'm typing. But the Christmas cards are sitting in front of me, as are my address book and like five pens. This is the first year in a while that I've sent Christmas cards, mostly because all of my friends are spread all over the country. In a few months, two of my friends will be on DIFFERENT CONTINENTS but I'm trying not to think of that right now.
I kind of want to write one of those corny newsletters that some people include with their Christmas cards. Not that there's anything wrong with it. My mom used to do it. Unfortunately, mine would say something along the lines of, "Jennie is almost finished with classes. Soon she will no longer be a college student, she will be UNEMPLOYED. She spends most of her days in pajamas, talking to the dog, and yelling at job search sites that produce things like Firefighter and Welder when she's looking for something that involves sitting at a desk in a nice chair pretending to work but really she's IMing people and ODing on coffee and updating her blog." Frankly, that's just kind of depressing right now. I'll wait until I actually get a job and then I'll just send my friends newsletters by themselves with NO CARD involved at all.
Ten bucks says I'll fill out all the cards, address them, stamp them, put them in a neat little pile on my desk and then forget to send them until December 26th.
I kind of want to write one of those corny newsletters that some people include with their Christmas cards. Not that there's anything wrong with it. My mom used to do it. Unfortunately, mine would say something along the lines of, "Jennie is almost finished with classes. Soon she will no longer be a college student, she will be UNEMPLOYED. She spends most of her days in pajamas, talking to the dog, and yelling at job search sites that produce things like Firefighter and Welder when she's looking for something that involves sitting at a desk in a nice chair pretending to work but really she's IMing people and ODing on coffee and updating her blog." Frankly, that's just kind of depressing right now. I'll wait until I actually get a job and then I'll just send my friends newsletters by themselves with NO CARD involved at all.
Ten bucks says I'll fill out all the cards, address them, stamp them, put them in a neat little pile on my desk and then forget to send them until December 26th.
Sunday, December 05, 2004
she couldn't have eaten a five?
My dad found a twenty dollar bill in the back yard yesterday.
Unfortunately, it was encased in a pile of dog shit.
Ripley likes to eat paper products. Tissues, toilet paper, receipts, my copy of Naked Pictures of Famous People, and apparently now she's developed a taste for money.
Unfortunately, it was encased in a pile of dog shit.
Ripley likes to eat paper products. Tissues, toilet paper, receipts, my copy of Naked Pictures of Famous People, and apparently now she's developed a taste for money.
Friday, December 03, 2004
high hopes
I think I've decided not to make any New Year's Resolutions this year. I never follow through on them anyway. Here's what happens . . . I write them down or, more likely, spout them off quickly while I'm distracted with something else, and then completely forget about them.
So. None of that THIS year. I'm going to go through 2005 with the same casual indifference I went through with in 2004.
If anything, I'll make resolutions that I'm pretty sure can't be broken even if I do nothing.
Like, for instance:
1. Don't kill anyone.
2. Don't get pregnant.
3. Don't go on a reality show.
4. Don't write a threatening letter to the President.
5. Don't forget to feed fish for more than a day.
6. Don't become too successful.
7. Don't not drink too much.
8. Don't blow up car.
I think I can handle all of that. Number 4 might be difficult, but I'm guessing my fear of going to prison probably outweighs my extreme dislike of our Commander in Chief.
So. None of that THIS year. I'm going to go through 2005 with the same casual indifference I went through with in 2004.
If anything, I'll make resolutions that I'm pretty sure can't be broken even if I do nothing.
Like, for instance:
1. Don't kill anyone.
2. Don't get pregnant.
3. Don't go on a reality show.
4. Don't write a threatening letter to the President.
5. Don't forget to feed fish for more than a day.
6. Don't become too successful.
7. Don't not drink too much.
8. Don't blow up car.
I think I can handle all of that. Number 4 might be difficult, but I'm guessing my fear of going to prison probably outweighs my extreme dislike of our Commander in Chief.
chickens fascinate me
I really have nothing to say. I just felt like posting. Right now I'm watching a rerun of SNL. Earlier they did the "Oops, I crapped my pants" fake commercial. That's one of my favorites. Old people wearing diapers under their tennis clothes . . . priceless. Now they're doing the Schweaty Balls sketch. I don't really like Alec Baldwin, except on SNL. He's very hairy. I love the sketch he's in with Adam Sandler, where Adam Sandler plays Canteen Boy. All of the sentences in the paragraph are very short. I don't know why. They just are. It's like I'm five. But I'm not. Except maybe maturity-wise.
Does anyone else miss when Comedy Central owned all the SNL reruns? Now they're on E!, which, I guess is fine, but Comedy Central used to play SNL at least 3 times a day and sometimes it would be on ALL DAY LONG. Now Comedy Central is stuck with Mad TV, which just isn't as good as SNL. The only thing I like on Mad TV is Stuart. You know, the six-year-old who takes off his pants and eats candy that he finds on the ground and says things like, "Lemme do it!" and "I don't wanna say!" Junior year, when I lived in the sorority house, we were all crazy obsessed with Stuart. We downloaded a bunch of the sketches on Morpheus or Limewire or whatever software we were using to download music and videos illegally that year. My favorite illegal software was Audiogalaxy. It was better than Napster, although not as much fun to say.
ANYWAY. I'm not kidding you, we would watch these sketches every day. They were all about 5 - 10 minutes long, and we'd designate at least 20 minutes and we'd crowd around someone's computer and watch this tiny little video file and laugh and laugh and be happy and full of joy. So sad.
The worst part was, we tended to quote Stuart A LOT when we were drunk. Sometimes, to the horror of more normal people around us (which was everyone), we'd have entire conversations with each other in the Stuart voice. For those of you who have never had the privilege of hearing the Stuart voice, it's very high-pitched and whispery. And really, if you haven't heard the Stuart voice then that means you DON'T KNOW who Stuart from Mad TV is, that just makes my heart sad and MAKES ME HIT CAPS LOCK AND TYPE LIKE THIS.
Does anyone else miss when Comedy Central owned all the SNL reruns? Now they're on E!, which, I guess is fine, but Comedy Central used to play SNL at least 3 times a day and sometimes it would be on ALL DAY LONG. Now Comedy Central is stuck with Mad TV, which just isn't as good as SNL. The only thing I like on Mad TV is Stuart. You know, the six-year-old who takes off his pants and eats candy that he finds on the ground and says things like, "Lemme do it!" and "I don't wanna say!" Junior year, when I lived in the sorority house, we were all crazy obsessed with Stuart. We downloaded a bunch of the sketches on Morpheus or Limewire or whatever software we were using to download music and videos illegally that year. My favorite illegal software was Audiogalaxy. It was better than Napster, although not as much fun to say.
ANYWAY. I'm not kidding you, we would watch these sketches every day. They were all about 5 - 10 minutes long, and we'd designate at least 20 minutes and we'd crowd around someone's computer and watch this tiny little video file and laugh and laugh and be happy and full of joy. So sad.
The worst part was, we tended to quote Stuart A LOT when we were drunk. Sometimes, to the horror of more normal people around us (which was everyone), we'd have entire conversations with each other in the Stuart voice. For those of you who have never had the privilege of hearing the Stuart voice, it's very high-pitched and whispery. And really, if you haven't heard the Stuart voice then that means you DON'T KNOW who Stuart from Mad TV is, that just makes my heart sad and MAKES ME HIT CAPS LOCK AND TYPE LIKE THIS.
Wednesday, December 01, 2004
bitch move of the day
The phone just rang, and the caller ID said "United States . . ." I was intrigued, so I answered it.
Me: Hello?
Man on other end: Hello, this is Gunnery sergeant Blah Blah, may I please speak to Melinda?
Me: She's not home. Can I take a message?
GSBB: I was wondering if you all would be interested in information on joining the Marines.
Me: Sorry, we're pacifists.
GSBB: [awkward silence]
Me: Thanks for calling!
CLICK
Me: Hello?
Man on other end: Hello, this is Gunnery sergeant Blah Blah, may I please speak to Melinda?
Me: She's not home. Can I take a message?
GSBB: I was wondering if you all would be interested in information on joining the Marines.
Me: Sorry, we're pacifists.
GSBB: [awkward silence]
Me: Thanks for calling!
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honk honk
Do you know what's on TV at 4 in the morning? Infomercials, which I don't mind because I actually like watching some of those. I don't like all the weight loss ones, but I like the ones selling like 40 CDs as a package. X-Files reruns, which I love but can be really creepy when I'm the only one awake and I've already freaked myself out imagining that there's someone outside the window. Actual music videos on both MTV and VH1. And Fuse, but they're always playing music videos. And finally, crappy movies. I watched part of a crappy movie with John Travolta, part of a crappy movie that looked like a ripoff of The Ring, and part of Stop, or My Mom Will Shoot!
I heard my dad's alarm go off twice, so he must have hit snooze. I heard him shut the door to the bathroom. I heard him leave for work. I think I fell asleep sometime after this, but I woke back up at 8:23. I drifted back to sleep, then woke up a few more times before I finally dragged myself out of bed.
Before I went to "sleep" last night, I caught part of Beetlejuice. That movie holds a special place in my heart, if only because my friend's little brother used to imitate Beetlejuice grabbing his crotch and going, "HONK HONK." Priceless.
Anyway, the part I watched last night was when Alec Baldwin and Geena Davis find their Dead Person's Handbook or whatever it's called. Alec Baldwin draws a door on the brick wall, knocks three times and it opens.
I hesitate to tell you this because I think it makes me seem crazier than I really am. When I was younger I drew a door on the side of our house with chalk, knocked three times, and waited for the door to the underworld to open.
I don't know what's worse. The fact that I was influenced by a movie like Beetlejuice or that I actually thought it would work and was disappointed when the door didn't immediately open.
I heard my dad's alarm go off twice, so he must have hit snooze. I heard him shut the door to the bathroom. I heard him leave for work. I think I fell asleep sometime after this, but I woke back up at 8:23. I drifted back to sleep, then woke up a few more times before I finally dragged myself out of bed.
Before I went to "sleep" last night, I caught part of Beetlejuice. That movie holds a special place in my heart, if only because my friend's little brother used to imitate Beetlejuice grabbing his crotch and going, "HONK HONK." Priceless.
Anyway, the part I watched last night was when Alec Baldwin and Geena Davis find their Dead Person's Handbook or whatever it's called. Alec Baldwin draws a door on the brick wall, knocks three times and it opens.
I hesitate to tell you this because I think it makes me seem crazier than I really am. When I was younger I drew a door on the side of our house with chalk, knocked three times, and waited for the door to the underworld to open.
I don't know what's worse. The fact that I was influenced by a movie like Beetlejuice or that I actually thought it would work and was disappointed when the door didn't immediately open.
jennie need sleepie
I've been lying in bed for almost three hours trying to fall asleep. I tried reading myself tired. I tried boring myself tired by watching cable access TV. I tried a relaxation exercise I learned in yoga. I think I fell asleep for like two minutes, but here I am now, wide awake.
Well, not exactly wide awake. I'm tired, I know I should be sleeping, but I just can't seem to fall asleep. This has been happening off and on (more on than off) all month and I can't figure out why. My sister and mom take melatonin before they go to bed, but I tried that and it made me feel weird. Granted, that was probably all in my head, but still. I don't like feeling any weirder than normal.
I could take some Tylenol PM, but in the past that has made me feel super groggy when I wake up. So, unless I plan on sleeping til 4 in the afternoon tomorrow (which would be nice, but very unproductive) I probably shouldn't take any of that. If I'd thought of it earlier, I could have just drank myself to sleep, but it's too late for that and I don't want to deal with the hangover tomorrow anyway. Excuse me, not tomorrow, later today.
This is such a vicious cycle. I lie there in bed, staring at the ceiling thinking, "I should be sleeping. I'm gonna be so tired tomorrow. Ok, if I fall asleep right now I can still get 6 hours of sleep and that's totally fine. What is that noise outside? Oh my god, what if someone's trying to break in. I should look out the window to make sure no one's out there. But what if there is? What if they're standing right outside my window and when I look out all I'll see are two dark, glaring eyes staring back at me? That'd scar me for life. Where's my cell phone? If someone tries to break in, I'll probably hear it and I'll just call 911. Do they really put people on hold? That is so wrong. Oh my god, what if I don't wake up? He'll come straight into my room because it's the first door and I won't hear it because I'll be so tired by then that I'll be DEAD ASLEEP and then when he comes in I'll just be DEAD! Maybe I shouldn't read Stephen King before bed anymore. Ok, if I fall asleep right now I can still get almost 6 hours of sleep." More and more time passes, and I start to worry about how I'm not going to get any sleep that it makes me all anxious thus PROHIBITING me from going to sleep.
What is WRONG with me?
Well, not exactly wide awake. I'm tired, I know I should be sleeping, but I just can't seem to fall asleep. This has been happening off and on (more on than off) all month and I can't figure out why. My sister and mom take melatonin before they go to bed, but I tried that and it made me feel weird. Granted, that was probably all in my head, but still. I don't like feeling any weirder than normal.
I could take some Tylenol PM, but in the past that has made me feel super groggy when I wake up. So, unless I plan on sleeping til 4 in the afternoon tomorrow (which would be nice, but very unproductive) I probably shouldn't take any of that. If I'd thought of it earlier, I could have just drank myself to sleep, but it's too late for that and I don't want to deal with the hangover tomorrow anyway. Excuse me, not tomorrow, later today.
This is such a vicious cycle. I lie there in bed, staring at the ceiling thinking, "I should be sleeping. I'm gonna be so tired tomorrow. Ok, if I fall asleep right now I can still get 6 hours of sleep and that's totally fine. What is that noise outside? Oh my god, what if someone's trying to break in. I should look out the window to make sure no one's out there. But what if there is? What if they're standing right outside my window and when I look out all I'll see are two dark, glaring eyes staring back at me? That'd scar me for life. Where's my cell phone? If someone tries to break in, I'll probably hear it and I'll just call 911. Do they really put people on hold? That is so wrong. Oh my god, what if I don't wake up? He'll come straight into my room because it's the first door and I won't hear it because I'll be so tired by then that I'll be DEAD ASLEEP and then when he comes in I'll just be DEAD! Maybe I shouldn't read Stephen King before bed anymore. Ok, if I fall asleep right now I can still get almost 6 hours of sleep." More and more time passes, and I start to worry about how I'm not going to get any sleep that it makes me all anxious thus PROHIBITING me from going to sleep.
What is WRONG with me?
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