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Tuesday, November 02, 2004
Monday, November 01, 2004
Once again, I'm hell-bound or bust!
Yeah, I go to a Catholic-affiliated university, and yeah, we have theology requirements as part of our core, ...so of course I spend my theology time learning and doing things to slowly claw my way out of my sentence to the eternal fires of hell, right? I think you've forgotten who we're talking about here... so please allow me to remind you, IT'S ME! So... yeah, I go to theology this afternoon. The professor was not in because she was having carpal tunnel surgery, but we still have a quiz, administered by the one student stuck furthest up the professor's backside. (Needless to say this fellow is a bit of a tool and with his brown-nosing, he makes all of us other students physically ill.) So we take this quiz... I B.S.ed my way through it, and then we were told that we'd be watching a film.
I got several disdainful looks from our friend the quiz proctor... especially when we got to about the one and a half hour mark... because with every cut-away shot, and every fade to black scene, I would vocally plead for this torturously saccharine-sweet film to end. Yeah, I said it... I was the asshole who kept making smart-ass, editorial comments about a woman who in the end was pretty much beyond reproach, and I was begging for this film to mercifully end. (Not unlike you, begging me to stop going on and on about this damn movie... well fear not, I'm about done.)
Basically I'm still an asshole, and I'm going to hell, but it's not like you didn't already know that.
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QOTD
11.2.04 -
Shaun: "We're all underpaid here"
Heather: "Yeah, I can't pay for anything with what I make here"
Liz: "I can pay my electric and my cell phone with what I make here"
Heather: "HOLY SHIT, you can pay two bils?"
Shaun: "Do you have any idea how much time she spends here? I mean she's practically got a cot in the back!"
Yeah, I go to a Catholic-affiliated university, and yeah, we have theology requirements as part of our core, ...so of course I spend my theology time learning and doing things to slowly claw my way out of my sentence to the eternal fires of hell, right? I think you've forgotten who we're talking about here... so please allow me to remind you, IT'S ME! So... yeah, I go to theology this afternoon. The professor was not in because she was having carpal tunnel surgery, but we still have a quiz, administered by the one student stuck furthest up the professor's backside. (Needless to say this fellow is a bit of a tool and with his brown-nosing, he makes all of us other students physically ill.) So we take this quiz... I B.S.ed my way through it, and then we were told that we'd be watching a film.
So, it was to be a movie chronicling the life of Dorothy Day. Long story short, Dorothy Day whored around for a while, had an abortion, had a kid outside the bonds of wedlock, then converted to Catholocism and founded homeless shelters for the destitute people in New York at the time of the Depression. See how long that took me? Only a few seconds to give you all the important details of the film... Wanna know how long it took the producers/ director/ actors to tell me this? Damn near 2 hours. THAT'S 2 HOURS OF MY LIFE I WON'T BE GETTING BACK... EVER. Now admittedly, when you watch a film in a theology class that gives you the details of one person's life, it is either to sing their praises or to demonize them, and knowing my professor, she ain't demonizing anybody, so I knew what was coming before we even started. So as the opening credits run, I sat there, knowing that in the end this lady was going to be protrayed as a saintly figure, worth my time and patience, and did this stop me from making acenine remarks, and jokes at the expense of those in the movie? Nope. Instead I took it upon myself to be foreperson of the peanut gallery... I recruit Katie O'Connell (better known to some of you as O'Shower) to join me in hell by accompanying me in my cinematic musings. Needless to say it's always better with a friend!
I got several disdainful looks from our friend the quiz proctor... especially when we got to about the one and a half hour mark... because with every cut-away shot, and every fade to black scene, I would vocally plead for this torturously saccharine-sweet film to end. Yeah, I said it... I was the asshole who kept making smart-ass, editorial comments about a woman who in the end was pretty much beyond reproach, and I was begging for this film to mercifully end. (Not unlike you, begging me to stop going on and on about this damn movie... well fear not, I'm about done.)
Basically I'm still an asshole, and I'm going to hell, but it's not like you didn't already know that.
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QOTD
11.2.04 -
Shaun: "We're all underpaid here"
Heather: "Yeah, I can't pay for anything with what I make here"
Liz: "I can pay my electric and my cell phone with what I make here"
Heather: "HOLY SHIT, you can pay two bils?"
Shaun: "Do you have any idea how much time she spends here? I mean she's practically got a cot in the back!"
I don't know if the same holds true for the rest of you, but I find it bizarre that so many of my guy friends use halloween as an excuse to dress in drag... and I just gotta say that I really hope that you gentlemen don't make this a habit, because y'all are some ugly bitches. (Happy Halloween from the Spice Boys.)
Sunday, October 31, 2004
Something other than sober... and getting progressively less sober as time ticks by. (please excuse my rambling/babbling/poor typing)
Yes, kids, that's right, it's Halloween night. Sunday. I have class in the morning. Do I care? NO. And why is that? Well, I was talking to my sister about this, (and Ben a little earlier on in the day...) and we've determined that senior year is worth fuck all. Yup. I've already taken the hardest test I'm going to have all year, and I got an A- on it despite only having REALLY studied about 2 hours for it, and so that doesn't really bode well for my study habits for the rest of the semester. The only class I really care about is Jewelry... and that makes me wonder if my collegiate career hasn't been horribly misspent studying the wrong field. However, I really don't think my dad would look too highly on having an art student/artist kid... (Not that I really care what my dad thinks because... well, he's a tool. And, oh yeah, he forgot my birthday.) I know my mom will sing my praises no matter what I do... being an academic, an artist, a lawyer, a nun, she wouldn't care as long as I was happy... and that's what makes my mom SO AWESOME. (And we all know that ALL my friends LOVE my mom, and are jealous because my mom is WAAAAAY cooler than their mom... But I digress.)
So yeah, my senior year is loaded up with entirely core classes, so that leaves me with every excuse to go and get personally loaded up on whatever substance happens to be handy... (almost always large amounts of alcohol... though pills have far fewer calories, so I might consider switching up) Basically my senior year has exacerbated any "problem" that I might have ever had with substance use/abuse. I don't think I have "a problem" for numerous reasons which we won't get into now, but I just think the fact that I don't give a damn about school anymore has made me much more willing to focus on having a good time rather than that whole "academic achievement" thing. So that's what it's about these days... and I know MANY of my friends who feel the same way.
I mean Dave loves me, and I love him... so I've got that angle handled. I've got one really supportive parent, so I'm handled there. I've got great siblings, awesome friends, a swell roommate, an entertaining job that might not pay much, but it keeps me busy and amused, and life is good. Right? (Well except for those pesky classes that interfere with the cooler parts of my day.)
So what makes these classes such crap? Well basically my sister and a few of my friends understand where I'm coming from here... I'm not trying to toot my own horn by any means, (those of you who really know me know that's not my style at all, I'm self depracating, if anything...) but basically, I'm a lot smarter and more creative than a lot of the people I'm forced to be in class with. (This is especially true of core classes since I'm stuck in with underclassmen who are trying to get the core out of the way before they decide on/develop their major.) My sister, and a few of my friends are smart enough to have the same kind of issues with people in general... because the vast majority of people really aren't that bright. (To your credit, if you understand the humor used in the entries on this page, you are automatically several points ahead of a lot of people!) I'm babbling again.
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Here are the quotes of the day:
QOTD
10.31.04 - "I dont like penguins ... penguins are scary!" ~Alana
11.1.04 - "Umm, it's kinda like the library" ~Emily (I'm going to be the only one amused by this one, sorry)
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And a couple of fun links.
Harry Potter Puppet Pals
Penguin pokin' fun (three different endings kids!)
Yes, kids, that's right, it's Halloween night. Sunday. I have class in the morning. Do I care? NO. And why is that? Well, I was talking to my sister about this, (and Ben a little earlier on in the day...) and we've determined that senior year is worth fuck all. Yup. I've already taken the hardest test I'm going to have all year, and I got an A- on it despite only having REALLY studied about 2 hours for it, and so that doesn't really bode well for my study habits for the rest of the semester. The only class I really care about is Jewelry... and that makes me wonder if my collegiate career hasn't been horribly misspent studying the wrong field. However, I really don't think my dad would look too highly on having an art student/artist kid... (Not that I really care what my dad thinks because... well, he's a tool. And, oh yeah, he forgot my birthday.) I know my mom will sing my praises no matter what I do... being an academic, an artist, a lawyer, a nun, she wouldn't care as long as I was happy... and that's what makes my mom SO AWESOME. (And we all know that ALL my friends LOVE my mom, and are jealous because my mom is WAAAAAY cooler than their mom... But I digress.)
So yeah, my senior year is loaded up with entirely core classes, so that leaves me with every excuse to go and get personally loaded up on whatever substance happens to be handy... (almost always large amounts of alcohol... though pills have far fewer calories, so I might consider switching up) Basically my senior year has exacerbated any "problem" that I might have ever had with substance use/abuse. I don't think I have "a problem" for numerous reasons which we won't get into now, but I just think the fact that I don't give a damn about school anymore has made me much more willing to focus on having a good time rather than that whole "academic achievement" thing. So that's what it's about these days... and I know MANY of my friends who feel the same way.
I mean Dave loves me, and I love him... so I've got that angle handled. I've got one really supportive parent, so I'm handled there. I've got great siblings, awesome friends, a swell roommate, an entertaining job that might not pay much, but it keeps me busy and amused, and life is good. Right? (Well except for those pesky classes that interfere with the cooler parts of my day.)
So what makes these classes such crap? Well basically my sister and a few of my friends understand where I'm coming from here... I'm not trying to toot my own horn by any means, (those of you who really know me know that's not my style at all, I'm self depracating, if anything...) but basically, I'm a lot smarter and more creative than a lot of the people I'm forced to be in class with. (This is especially true of core classes since I'm stuck in with underclassmen who are trying to get the core out of the way before they decide on/develop their major.) My sister, and a few of my friends are smart enough to have the same kind of issues with people in general... because the vast majority of people really aren't that bright. (To your credit, if you understand the humor used in the entries on this page, you are automatically several points ahead of a lot of people!) I'm babbling again.
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Here are the quotes of the day:
QOTD
10.31.04 - "I dont like penguins ... penguins are scary!" ~Alana
11.1.04 - "Umm, it's kinda like the library" ~Emily (I'm going to be the only one amused by this one, sorry)
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And a couple of fun links.
Harry Potter Puppet Pals
Penguin pokin' fun (three different endings kids!)
Friday, October 29, 2004
I had the craziest dream last night... Have you ever had one of those dreams which seems to combine all the most obscure aspects of your life with current characters? Yeah, well I had one last night, here are the pertinent details:
In my head we were still in Chicago, but the place where we were was actually an amazing combination of my former-neighbor JP's apartment, my house in Evansville, Glenmary country club in Louisville Kentucky, and a gymnastics training facility back in Evansville. (Needless to say, it was a super-cool, crazy-ass place.)
For some strange reason I had in my head that I still lived in my current apartment, but I was also aware that I had 4 roommates, (none of whom I have ever lived with) My roommates were Kaci Wittmer, (a girl who I went to grade school and high school with, but was never really friends with, and I have certainly given no thought since h.s. graduation,) Jake Brown, (one of the trainers who I work with) K.B. (Loyola track & field athlete) and Jill Weiser, (one of my friends from freshman year who I have not talked to for more than 2 years now).
Others in attendance were: Steve Stone, (former Cubs pitcher turned Cubs announcer who VERY recently stepped down,) Dave Hurley (and what I can only assume were a bunch of his drunk friends) Mark, (no explaination necessary) C-Murda, (no explaination necessary) my brother (no explaination necessary) and his girlfriend Lisa (again no explaination necessary), Alana (SPOOLIE!!!), Chris, Brad Pitt (as Mickey in "Snatch"), Oliver Thomas, (a boy who was in my homeroom in high school,) Julia Lynch, (a girl who I was KINDA friends with in high school,) Nealy,(a girl from my high school driver's ed class) Nate Adams, (flower slingin boss, birthday buddy, and dancing queen extraordinaire) Krystian,(one of my volleyball boys) Kim Burmeister,(a girl I used to lifeguard with VERY briefly my first year as a guard... before she started poppin out kids) Bryan Wassmer,(one of the guards I supervised when I was head guard at the ghetto pool) a squirrel, a duck, and two or three dogs. Quite the oddball cast, I know.
So we've got this crazy cast running around in this crazy house/apartment/gymnastics gym/country club place and of course comedy ensues. I know that in my dream we were drinking a lot, and we were playing pool, and playing in the gymnastics gym, (and we all know that when you combine alcohol and super-springy trampolines among other gymnastics equipment and apparatus, everyone wins!
...And then we had to go to church, where I was seated with my mom and Lisa Robinson, (my roommate from first semester of freshman year) and I was on crutches.
There's more, but it just gets really crazy, and hard to explain.
Hope you enjoyed this glimpse into my cracked-out head. I'm sure that all of this means something, and that if I were to track down a book on dreams and their meanings, I'd find out that I'm going to miraculously conceive the spawn of satan, or drink myself into a coma and die soon, or something of that nature... You know, nothing too out of the ordinary for me.
In my head we were still in Chicago, but the place where we were was actually an amazing combination of my former-neighbor JP's apartment, my house in Evansville, Glenmary country club in Louisville Kentucky, and a gymnastics training facility back in Evansville. (Needless to say, it was a super-cool, crazy-ass place.)
For some strange reason I had in my head that I still lived in my current apartment, but I was also aware that I had 4 roommates, (none of whom I have ever lived with) My roommates were Kaci Wittmer, (a girl who I went to grade school and high school with, but was never really friends with, and I have certainly given no thought since h.s. graduation,) Jake Brown, (one of the trainers who I work with) K.B. (Loyola track & field athlete) and Jill Weiser, (one of my friends from freshman year who I have not talked to for more than 2 years now).
Others in attendance were: Steve Stone, (former Cubs pitcher turned Cubs announcer who VERY recently stepped down,) Dave Hurley (and what I can only assume were a bunch of his drunk friends) Mark, (no explaination necessary) C-Murda, (no explaination necessary) my brother (no explaination necessary) and his girlfriend Lisa (again no explaination necessary), Alana (SPOOLIE!!!), Chris, Brad Pitt (as Mickey in "Snatch"), Oliver Thomas, (a boy who was in my homeroom in high school,) Julia Lynch, (a girl who I was KINDA friends with in high school,) Nealy,(a girl from my high school driver's ed class) Nate Adams, (flower slingin boss, birthday buddy, and dancing queen extraordinaire) Krystian,(one of my volleyball boys) Kim Burmeister,(a girl I used to lifeguard with VERY briefly my first year as a guard... before she started poppin out kids) Bryan Wassmer,(one of the guards I supervised when I was head guard at the ghetto pool) a squirrel, a duck, and two or three dogs. Quite the oddball cast, I know.
So we've got this crazy cast running around in this crazy house/apartment/gymnastics gym/country club place and of course comedy ensues. I know that in my dream we were drinking a lot, and we were playing pool, and playing in the gymnastics gym, (and we all know that when you combine alcohol and super-springy trampolines among other gymnastics equipment and apparatus, everyone wins!
...And then we had to go to church, where I was seated with my mom and Lisa Robinson, (my roommate from first semester of freshman year) and I was on crutches.
There's more, but it just gets really crazy, and hard to explain.
Hope you enjoyed this glimpse into my cracked-out head. I'm sure that all of this means something, and that if I were to track down a book on dreams and their meanings, I'd find out that I'm going to miraculously conceive the spawn of satan, or drink myself into a coma and die soon, or something of that nature... You know, nothing too out of the ordinary for me.
OK, I love my friends, they are quite possibly some of the most fabulous people that the world has ever known, but I'm sure that there's at least one person out there who can identify with me here... There is a bit of a problem when 2 of your friends start dating each other.
Yeah, this has to do with Benny and Spoolie. Lord knows I love them both immensely, and nothing (Even them dating each other) will change that. However, I have a bit of a bone to pick. I was drinking with them this evening, and definitely found myself in that awkward position where there was really nothing else to do but pretend I hadn't heard what was said, or plug my ears and start singing "LA LA LA LA LA LA LA LA!!" (Yeah, this is something that most of us haven't done since roughly age 8, but hey, we all have our limits.) There are just certain lines you can't cross in this situation.
Yes, it's true, when your friends date people you expect, if not desire, some of the juicy details... however when your friends are dating each other, this is not the case. Why is that? Well, I think it has to do with the fact that when you're only friends with one person you can focus on the details being given to you about your friend's new love rather than thinking about your friend in the situation. This changes, however, when your friends date each other. I think it's akin to sensory overload. Because no matter what is being said, or who is saying it, they are still talking about one of your friends... just an ugly situation... although it does (at times) provide some very high comedy for all.
Like I said though, the relationship talk not withstanding, Benny and Spoolie still dwell in that special unimpeachable place in my heart (Dave recently relinquished his position in this prestigious cabinet of numerically limited, but otherwise supreme members)...
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Since Dave got himself fired, I'll be forced to marry this boy, because he proposes to me every day... This is a sad day for me because we all know that I am not a fan of dating, let alone marrying, a significantly younger man. It just ain't my style.
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I should note that I am rather disappointed that nobody had anything to say about the social sadism theory.
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I find that I drink a lot on weeknights, and I'm ok with that.
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QOTD
10.29.04 - "You know, Liz, I think Jennie drinks WAYYY more now with you than she ever did when she went to IU... Except for maybe that semester when she turned 21" ~Nicole
10.30.04 - "Oh, don't let me interrupt you! I hate to impose on your drinking!" ~ My mom.
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Waz is going to be "A big tool" for Halloween... (HIGH COMEDY) But, hey Waz, I thought you kids set specific rules for this trip which stated that you couldn't dress up as members of the coaching staff... Was I wrong?
Yeah, this has to do with Benny and Spoolie. Lord knows I love them both immensely, and nothing (Even them dating each other) will change that. However, I have a bit of a bone to pick. I was drinking with them this evening, and definitely found myself in that awkward position where there was really nothing else to do but pretend I hadn't heard what was said, or plug my ears and start singing "LA LA LA LA LA LA LA LA!!" (Yeah, this is something that most of us haven't done since roughly age 8, but hey, we all have our limits.) There are just certain lines you can't cross in this situation.
Yes, it's true, when your friends date people you expect, if not desire, some of the juicy details... however when your friends are dating each other, this is not the case. Why is that? Well, I think it has to do with the fact that when you're only friends with one person you can focus on the details being given to you about your friend's new love rather than thinking about your friend in the situation. This changes, however, when your friends date each other. I think it's akin to sensory overload. Because no matter what is being said, or who is saying it, they are still talking about one of your friends... just an ugly situation... although it does (at times) provide some very high comedy for all.
Like I said though, the relationship talk not withstanding, Benny and Spoolie still dwell in that special unimpeachable place in my heart (Dave recently relinquished his position in this prestigious cabinet of numerically limited, but otherwise supreme members)...
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Since Dave got himself fired, I'll be forced to marry this boy, because he proposes to me every day... This is a sad day for me because we all know that I am not a fan of dating, let alone marrying, a significantly younger man. It just ain't my style.
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I should note that I am rather disappointed that nobody had anything to say about the social sadism theory.
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I find that I drink a lot on weeknights, and I'm ok with that.
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QOTD
10.29.04 - "You know, Liz, I think Jennie drinks WAYYY more now with you than she ever did when she went to IU... Except for maybe that semester when she turned 21" ~Nicole
10.30.04 - "Oh, don't let me interrupt you! I hate to impose on your drinking!" ~ My mom.
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Waz is going to be "A big tool" for Halloween... (HIGH COMEDY) But, hey Waz, I thought you kids set specific rules for this trip which stated that you couldn't dress up as members of the coaching staff... Was I wrong?
Thursday, October 28, 2004
"He's babbling. I'm babbling. Everyone's babbling. You tend to babble after the impossible happens."
Bill Simmons didn't die last night (At least, I don't think he did... it is possible though because he did set up a provision to have his article published in the event of his death...) Well either way, here's the article for you to enjoy.
Some highlights:
"6:10 - Following a Ramirez single, Fox shows Jimmy Fallon and Drew Barrymore wearing Red Sox sweatshirts and clapping excitedly. I wish I was actually driving the Red Sox Bandwagon right now, just so I could screech to a halt, whirl around, point to them and scream, "Get off! RIGHT NOW! I mean it! Get off! Move it! Gather your things and GET OFF!"
"Time for a quick story: At the Pats game two Sundays ago, I didn't dress warmly enough and ended up buying a hooded Pats sweatshirt and matching old-school ski cap with Pat Patriot on it, which I wore at Game 4 against the Yanks later that night. Needless to say, the combo returned for Game 5 ... and nine days later, I'm still wearing the sweatshirt (with the cap as a late-inning closer). Also, I have a T-shirt covered in bird poop hidden in my bedroom. Other than that, I'm totally normal about this Red Sox thing. Just wanted to get that on the record."
"7:18 -- Top three places where I wish Fox had planted cameras tonight: 3.) Steinbrenner's house; 2.) Buckner's house; 1.) Nomar's house. I just picture a sullen Nomar watching the game in the dark, as Mia brings him a glass of water and he says, "Thanks, beautiful."
"7:38 -- Boston goes quietly in the seventh, leading to That Guy from Creed singing "God Bless America" between innings. Somehow, they found the one singer who sucks more than the Cardinals offense."
"8:21 -- Just had this exchange with the Sports Gal:
-- Her: "You serious?"
-- Me: "Actually, yeah."
Bill Simmons didn't die last night (At least, I don't think he did... it is possible though because he did set up a provision to have his article published in the event of his death...) Well either way, here's the article for you to enjoy.
Some highlights:
"6:10 - Following a Ramirez single, Fox shows Jimmy Fallon and Drew Barrymore wearing Red Sox sweatshirts and clapping excitedly. I wish I was actually driving the Red Sox Bandwagon right now, just so I could screech to a halt, whirl around, point to them and scream, "Get off! RIGHT NOW! I mean it! Get off! Move it! Gather your things and GET OFF!"
"Time for a quick story: At the Pats game two Sundays ago, I didn't dress warmly enough and ended up buying a hooded Pats sweatshirt and matching old-school ski cap with Pat Patriot on it, which I wore at Game 4 against the Yanks later that night. Needless to say, the combo returned for Game 5 ... and nine days later, I'm still wearing the sweatshirt (with the cap as a late-inning closer). Also, I have a T-shirt covered in bird poop hidden in my bedroom. Other than that, I'm totally normal about this Red Sox thing. Just wanted to get that on the record."
"7:18 -- Top three places where I wish Fox had planted cameras tonight: 3.) Steinbrenner's house; 2.) Buckner's house; 1.) Nomar's house. I just picture a sullen Nomar watching the game in the dark, as Mia brings him a glass of water and he says, "Thanks, beautiful."
"7:38 -- Boston goes quietly in the seventh, leading to That Guy from Creed singing "God Bless America" between innings. Somehow, they found the one singer who sucks more than the Cardinals offense."
"8:21 -- Just had this exchange with the Sports Gal:
-- Me: "If I have a heart attack and die, copy the text in this document, paste it into an e-mail and send it to Kevin Jackson at ESPN."
-- Her: "You serious?"
-- Me: "Actually, yeah."
If I can't remember spoolie's quote, I'll give it to Kirst!
QOTD
10.27.04 - "Yeah, I hopped around my apartment for about one second, and then I lost all feeling in my appendages... (About 10 mintes later) At present I am writhing on the floor of my apartment." ~ Kirsten (regarding the joy of the BoSox win!)
QOTD
10.27.04 - "Yeah, I hopped around my apartment for about one second, and then I lost all feeling in my appendages... (About 10 mintes later) At present I am writhing on the floor of my apartment." ~ Kirsten (regarding the joy of the BoSox win!)
Hey, you know what? The BoSox WON THE WORLD SERIES... And not only did they win, THEY SWEPT. And not only did they sweep, they SWEPT THE St. Louis Cardinals! BEAUTIFUL!!! JUST BEAUTIFUL!!!
Kirsten can totally appreciate this.
The rest of you might only have a casual interest in the topic... (but we all know that Daver owes us an apology)
I awarded Alana with the quote of the day for something, but I'm too drunk to remember what exactly... I'm going to go take my cursory drunk shower now.
I love you kiddies!
Kirsten can totally appreciate this.
The rest of you might only have a casual interest in the topic... (but we all know that Daver owes us an apology)
I awarded Alana with the quote of the day for something, but I'm too drunk to remember what exactly... I'm going to go take my cursory drunk shower now.
I love you kiddies!
Tuesday, October 26, 2004
I've got a new theory for the sociologists of the world to ponder. Yes, that's right kids, I've had a sociological epiphany! The joys of my theory will resonate in sociology lecture halls for ages to come!
Are you ready for this? I don't think you are! You ready yet? ... How about now? ...Now? Ok. I'll wait....
Ok, ready or not, here goes.
SOCIAL SADISM. Yeah, social sadism.
I'm posting it now because I need to have a date on this idea... I'm seeking a patent for the concept. Want an explaination, do you? Well allow me to enlighten you. Everyone has met someone who they just inexplicably have a deep desire to throw into the path of an oncomming bus. It's a fact that most of us normal folks have come to grips with. And yeah, we all have days where we're being bitchy or annoying, and people want to throw us under a bus, but I'm referring to the people who consistently engage in behaviors which consistently grate on the nerves of those around them on a daily or near-daily basis. It is with these people my theory is concerned.
These horrible, annoying, soulless, morally corrupt, ethically inept, socially unconcerned people are the ones who have been brought up in socially sadistic households. It all begins innocently enough. Parents pamper their kids, (and by pamper, I mean literally spoil the kids,) and teach them that they are better than other people so that the kids grow up, leave the home, and wreak havoc on society. The parents are not abusing the child, and are thus not held accountable for child abuse, but the children grow up to abuse society because they think they are above the rules... Thus, SOCIAL SADISM. The parents have so little regard for the world, and society in general that they see fit to turn loose their miscreant children on the unsuspecting citizens of the civillized world. Now while money has a very strong correlation to socially sadistic households, the socially sadistic do not necessarily need to be wealthy, and by the same token some wealthy kids turn out just fine. Socially sadistic parents need only to lavish their children with attention and praise in all the wrong ways, and this too will teach a child that they are above others in society, thus spoiling them in the literal sense of the word, and in the end there is nothing that the rest of us can do but band together and lobby for more frequent bus service and more lenient laws regarding justifiable homicide.
And with that, I will await my book deal and my praises as one of the greatest sociological thinkers of the modern age... I'll just be sitting here, drinking a few brews, watching the BoSox win the World Series, so please leave gifts of money, reality show contracts, attractive men, fan mail, pleasantly scented candles, and jewelry at the door. Thank you!
This one's for you Kirst! (Bill would be so proud, don't you think?)
Are you ready for this? I don't think you are! You ready yet? ... How about now? ...Now? Ok. I'll wait....
Ok, ready or not, here goes.
SOCIAL SADISM. Yeah, social sadism.
I'm posting it now because I need to have a date on this idea... I'm seeking a patent for the concept. Want an explaination, do you? Well allow me to enlighten you. Everyone has met someone who they just inexplicably have a deep desire to throw into the path of an oncomming bus. It's a fact that most of us normal folks have come to grips with. And yeah, we all have days where we're being bitchy or annoying, and people want to throw us under a bus, but I'm referring to the people who consistently engage in behaviors which consistently grate on the nerves of those around them on a daily or near-daily basis. It is with these people my theory is concerned.
These horrible, annoying, soulless, morally corrupt, ethically inept, socially unconcerned people are the ones who have been brought up in socially sadistic households. It all begins innocently enough. Parents pamper their kids, (and by pamper, I mean literally spoil the kids,) and teach them that they are better than other people so that the kids grow up, leave the home, and wreak havoc on society. The parents are not abusing the child, and are thus not held accountable for child abuse, but the children grow up to abuse society because they think they are above the rules... Thus, SOCIAL SADISM. The parents have so little regard for the world, and society in general that they see fit to turn loose their miscreant children on the unsuspecting citizens of the civillized world. Now while money has a very strong correlation to socially sadistic households, the socially sadistic do not necessarily need to be wealthy, and by the same token some wealthy kids turn out just fine. Socially sadistic parents need only to lavish their children with attention and praise in all the wrong ways, and this too will teach a child that they are above others in society, thus spoiling them in the literal sense of the word, and in the end there is nothing that the rest of us can do but band together and lobby for more frequent bus service and more lenient laws regarding justifiable homicide.
And with that, I will await my book deal and my praises as one of the greatest sociological thinkers of the modern age... I'll just be sitting here, drinking a few brews, watching the BoSox win the World Series, so please leave gifts of money, reality show contracts, attractive men, fan mail, pleasantly scented candles, and jewelry at the door. Thank you!
This one's for you Kirst! (Bill would be so proud, don't you think?)
WOW! Quite the day today kids. I survived my exam in medical ethics, even if I didn't have enough time to answer an essay that was worth 25% of the total points on the test. Yeah... I didn't even have time to address something that is worth 1/16 of my semester grade... (And can I just say that this was by far the most ridiculous test ever!!!)
I found out my oldest sister, Becky, is having a baby boy! (I know it's not what she wanted, but the way I see it Tyler will now have a playmate to keep him company and keep him occupied while she is pregnant with and eventually doting on her little girl when the time comes.) And Kim, my other older sister got a job at U of L, so she will be moving back to a familiar neck of the woods! Yay!!
Craziness! And as if that isn't enough, for those of you who remember Greg Stellatos, he's a model now. I didn't believe it at first either, but then I was directed to a copy of the October 25 RedEye, where I promptly located an ad for Carson's men's clothing department, and guess who was there, looking like a greek Ken-doll, smiling and plastic... You guessed it! Greg. Wow... what has the world come to?
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I had to write a paper on Roberto Clemente for Spanish class when I was in high school... Weird that I all of a sudden remembered that.
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I have the weirdest experiences on the El... The other day I was waiting on the platform and I'm not kidding you, there was a guy there who was spitting a LOT. He was spitting so much that I decided to see how many times he spit from the time I started counting until the next train arrived... The totals? The guy spit 573 times in the 6 minutes and 12 seconds before the train arrived. I'm not kidding!! FIVE HUNDRED AND SEVENTY THREE TIMES! I was unaware that the human salivary glands could produce that much spit that fast! And today I was sitting on the El, reading the RedEye, and some guy totally throws his cell phone at me. I mean what the hell? (Fortunately for me his aim wasn't very good and he missed me by an inch or so, and his phone ended up clear at the other end of the El car. Combine that with some of my other stories and I just gotta wonder if I'm jinxed when it comes to the Chicago trains.
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QOTD
10.26.04 - "Ethics is tricky... oh and you can't kill people... so if that is what you want to do don't be a doctor." ~Fatty (I asked her for a brief synopsis of medical ethics... what was I thinking?)
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Go BoSox!
I found out my oldest sister, Becky, is having a baby boy! (I know it's not what she wanted, but the way I see it Tyler will now have a playmate to keep him company and keep him occupied while she is pregnant with and eventually doting on her little girl when the time comes.) And Kim, my other older sister got a job at U of L, so she will be moving back to a familiar neck of the woods! Yay!!
Craziness! And as if that isn't enough, for those of you who remember Greg Stellatos, he's a model now. I didn't believe it at first either, but then I was directed to a copy of the October 25 RedEye, where I promptly located an ad for Carson's men's clothing department, and guess who was there, looking like a greek Ken-doll, smiling and plastic... You guessed it! Greg. Wow... what has the world come to?
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I had to write a paper on Roberto Clemente for Spanish class when I was in high school... Weird that I all of a sudden remembered that.
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I have the weirdest experiences on the El... The other day I was waiting on the platform and I'm not kidding you, there was a guy there who was spitting a LOT. He was spitting so much that I decided to see how many times he spit from the time I started counting until the next train arrived... The totals? The guy spit 573 times in the 6 minutes and 12 seconds before the train arrived. I'm not kidding!! FIVE HUNDRED AND SEVENTY THREE TIMES! I was unaware that the human salivary glands could produce that much spit that fast! And today I was sitting on the El, reading the RedEye, and some guy totally throws his cell phone at me. I mean what the hell? (Fortunately for me his aim wasn't very good and he missed me by an inch or so, and his phone ended up clear at the other end of the El car. Combine that with some of my other stories and I just gotta wonder if I'm jinxed when it comes to the Chicago trains.
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QOTD
10.26.04 - "Ethics is tricky... oh and you can't kill people... so if that is what you want to do don't be a doctor." ~Fatty (I asked her for a brief synopsis of medical ethics... what was I thinking?)
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Go BoSox!
Spent the night over at Karens last night. Again, no sex, but being that I care how this one turns out I've gotta let her make all the first first moves (after a move has been made it can be duplicated at will by either party). We ended up talking most of the night away and were both hurting at our jobs today. We found some comfort in each other through email.
It was at some point today that I realized that I am a playa. No doubt. Check out a paragraph from this email....
"...every time I began to fall asleep I immediately snapped
awake, like I was afraid I was gonna miss something. Just couldn't let
go with you so close. I'm sure we could work through the sleep issues,
but you're probably right, if we deny ourselves weeknights we'll be far
less likely to suffer through days like this. I'll just have to start
living for the weekends... seriously though I can't back any of that up.
If you ever want to grab a bite to eat or beat up a hobo at 4am on a
Tuesday don't hesitate to call. I'm in."
Here I use romance and comedy to spin a web with which to entangle fair maiden.
Her response...
"I have to admit, you're starting to sucker me into you. Especially with
lines like this.. " Just couldn't let go with you so close." Another
oddity.. never really had anyone say that before either... you made me
smile.."
Now here's the thing. My message was not meant to be a pick up line. I meant that. I have problems sleeping when an attractive half dressed woman is laying next to me. I couldn't sleep because she was right next to me. After reading her response and reviewing my statement... well it just sounds slimy. If she forwards this email to her friends I very much doubt it will be met with rave reviews. Just thought it would be funny if I fell victim to my own sense of romance. Well funny in a rip out my heart and spit in my eye kinda way.
It was at some point today that I realized that I am a playa. No doubt. Check out a paragraph from this email....
"...every time I began to fall asleep I immediately snapped
awake, like I was afraid I was gonna miss something. Just couldn't let
go with you so close. I'm sure we could work through the sleep issues,
but you're probably right, if we deny ourselves weeknights we'll be far
less likely to suffer through days like this. I'll just have to start
living for the weekends... seriously though I can't back any of that up.
If you ever want to grab a bite to eat or beat up a hobo at 4am on a
Tuesday don't hesitate to call. I'm in."
Here I use romance and comedy to spin a web with which to entangle fair maiden.
Her response...
"I have to admit, you're starting to sucker me into you. Especially with
lines like this.. " Just couldn't let go with you so close." Another
oddity.. never really had anyone say that before either... you made me
smile.."
Now here's the thing. My message was not meant to be a pick up line. I meant that. I have problems sleeping when an attractive half dressed woman is laying next to me. I couldn't sleep because she was right next to me. After reading her response and reviewing my statement... well it just sounds slimy. If she forwards this email to her friends I very much doubt it will be met with rave reviews. Just thought it would be funny if I fell victim to my own sense of romance. Well funny in a rip out my heart and spit in my eye kinda way.
Monday, October 25, 2004
This weekend was an exercise in procrastination... I knew going into this weekend that I had a busy week ahead. I knew that I had a 5 page theology paper due on Monday, a stats test on Monday, and a Philosophy of Medical Ethics test on Tuesday... After Tuesday I knew my week was as wide open as the head cheerleader's legs on prom night. Yeah, sure, I know all this, but do I take this into account when plotting out my weekend? Hell no. That's not my style. I'm a procrastinator. Putting things off is just an inherent part of my nature... always has been, and very likely will be in the future.
So Friday night after work, the last thing on my mind was what I'd be doing Monday. So Jen and I went to dinner and a movie. Saturday I had to go in to work for a while, and when I got home it was time to watch some World Series game 1 action, and get ready for AJ's party. Jake came over, and while he doesn't really drink, we all know that I am a corruptor. Nicole showed up shortly thereafter, and a round or two later we were on our way down to the party. We mill about for a little while, watch the rest of the World Series game, played some flippy cup, you know, the usual party nonsense.
I know I saw a girl fall off the swing in the living room, and I know that I, like everyone else, stood there and laughed rather than helping her up. (Yeah, I'm still going to hell, but you know what, I guarantee that if I'd have fallen off that swing, that girl wouldn't have rushed to my aid either...) I don't feel at all bad about giggling at her expense. My take on it is that if you're drunk enough to fall off the swing, you probably had no business being on the swing in the first place.
We left the party to go to Carol's (which we all know I hate, but since I was sharing a cab it really wasn't up to me) The cabbie did try to fuck with us, since he could tell we were drunk, but after a little debate he didn't charge us the full fare, and we'll just leave it at that. So there we are, at Carol's... and we can't get in, why? Because 26 year old Jake forgot his ID. Who does that? So we came home.
Sunday, of course, was a hangover-recovery day, with a necessary trip to Target, a brief appearance at an UGLY soccer game, a nice little nap, more procrastination tactics, and watching game 2 of the World Series. It wasn't until the 7th inning stretch that I even picked a topic for my paper. And at roughly 3 AM I finished that sucker off, admitted to myself that I didn't give a damn about my stats test, and went to bed.
I got up went to class, didn't do so hot on my test, went to jewelry but forgot my tools, so I played sick and left early, and killed a couple hours before night class. I then went to night class, got my quiz back, turned in my paper, signed in, and bailed at the earliest possible moment.
So that Medical Ethics test tomorrow? Yeah, I'm not actively studying for that either, now, am I?
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A couple of quick notes on the subject of boys:
1) I seem to be unable to seduce the boys I do want, and unable to get rid of the ones I don't want... why?
2) (For those of you in the know) You know that boy I've had a crush on forever? Yeah, I think today I came to the conclusion that I'm over that... time to find a new one. (Wink Wink)
3) Dave loves me, but he is thrilled to be sleeping NEXT to other girls... I just can't win.
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Ashlee Simpson is a lip syncher... and she so recently made public statements about how she was very anti-lip-synching.... For shame little Ashlee!! For shame!
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QOTD
10.25.04 - "Rim job, what?" ~Alana.
So Friday night after work, the last thing on my mind was what I'd be doing Monday. So Jen and I went to dinner and a movie. Saturday I had to go in to work for a while, and when I got home it was time to watch some World Series game 1 action, and get ready for AJ's party. Jake came over, and while he doesn't really drink, we all know that I am a corruptor. Nicole showed up shortly thereafter, and a round or two later we were on our way down to the party. We mill about for a little while, watch the rest of the World Series game, played some flippy cup, you know, the usual party nonsense.
I know I saw a girl fall off the swing in the living room, and I know that I, like everyone else, stood there and laughed rather than helping her up. (Yeah, I'm still going to hell, but you know what, I guarantee that if I'd have fallen off that swing, that girl wouldn't have rushed to my aid either...) I don't feel at all bad about giggling at her expense. My take on it is that if you're drunk enough to fall off the swing, you probably had no business being on the swing in the first place.
We left the party to go to Carol's (which we all know I hate, but since I was sharing a cab it really wasn't up to me) The cabbie did try to fuck with us, since he could tell we were drunk, but after a little debate he didn't charge us the full fare, and we'll just leave it at that. So there we are, at Carol's... and we can't get in, why? Because 26 year old Jake forgot his ID. Who does that? So we came home.
Sunday, of course, was a hangover-recovery day, with a necessary trip to Target, a brief appearance at an UGLY soccer game, a nice little nap, more procrastination tactics, and watching game 2 of the World Series. It wasn't until the 7th inning stretch that I even picked a topic for my paper. And at roughly 3 AM I finished that sucker off, admitted to myself that I didn't give a damn about my stats test, and went to bed.
I got up went to class, didn't do so hot on my test, went to jewelry but forgot my tools, so I played sick and left early, and killed a couple hours before night class. I then went to night class, got my quiz back, turned in my paper, signed in, and bailed at the earliest possible moment.
So that Medical Ethics test tomorrow? Yeah, I'm not actively studying for that either, now, am I?
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A couple of quick notes on the subject of boys:
1) I seem to be unable to seduce the boys I do want, and unable to get rid of the ones I don't want... why?
2) (For those of you in the know) You know that boy I've had a crush on forever? Yeah, I think today I came to the conclusion that I'm over that... time to find a new one. (Wink Wink)
3) Dave loves me, but he is thrilled to be sleeping NEXT to other girls... I just can't win.
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Ashlee Simpson is a lip syncher... and she so recently made public statements about how she was very anti-lip-synching.... For shame little Ashlee!! For shame!
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QOTD
10.25.04 - "Rim job, what?" ~Alana.
Sunday, October 24, 2004
Firstly I must apologize to liz for not answering my phone last night. I had a girl over. : )
You may remember this post from a couple weeks ago Well I took the "really cool girl" (let's call her Karen) out yesterday to some of the more historic villages here in Maryland and had a great time. She's a friggin winner! I haven't felt this way about a girl since I was 19. She has been on the tip of my tongue all day. She's smart (er than me), funny (though just a shade less than me), pure joy to hang out with (big drinker), beautiful (hot hot hot), and in all ways out of my league (Note: I've already used two words that end in ue) She's got a degree in computer engineering which is a very similar field to my own. It's great to talk to a girl whom doesn't squint upon hearing the words computer programming. She works for a rather notable arms contractor and is doing very well for herself (very well indeed). And she's so hot... Here's the problem: she's moving BACK to New Jersey at the end of December, as dictated by her work, where she also plans to study for her masters. Call me crazy but I'm of the belief that long distance relationships most often fail and are hardly worth the trouble. So I'm stuck. Here's a girl I could very easily fall in love with, and we're talkin head over heals, that I know is going to be out of my life in 2 months... NOW I WANT A CIGARETTE!
Liz when ya going to move to MD and end my pain?
Oh and one last thing This young man needs a mentor
You may remember this post from a couple weeks ago Well I took the "really cool girl" (let's call her Karen) out yesterday to some of the more historic villages here in Maryland and had a great time. She's a friggin winner! I haven't felt this way about a girl since I was 19. She has been on the tip of my tongue all day. She's smart (er than me), funny (though just a shade less than me), pure joy to hang out with (big drinker), beautiful (hot hot hot), and in all ways out of my league (Note: I've already used two words that end in ue) She's got a degree in computer engineering which is a very similar field to my own. It's great to talk to a girl whom doesn't squint upon hearing the words computer programming. She works for a rather notable arms contractor and is doing very well for herself (very well indeed). And she's so hot... Here's the problem: she's moving BACK to New Jersey at the end of December, as dictated by her work, where she also plans to study for her masters. Call me crazy but I'm of the belief that long distance relationships most often fail and are hardly worth the trouble. So I'm stuck. Here's a girl I could very easily fall in love with, and we're talkin head over heals, that I know is going to be out of my life in 2 months... NOW I WANT A CIGARETTE!
Liz when ya going to move to MD and end my pain?
Oh and one last thing This young man needs a mentor
I don't know where it all went wrong. I try to maintain the peace, and I apparently become this reprehensible person... I wasn't even the person driving. FUCK!
Yeah, I just dropped the F-Bomb up in here.
LAME-O! (Such is life at the moment.)
But the party was great! Thanks AJ and roommates, you kids know how to throw a totally awesome shindig, even if your place smells a little funny. Much love.
Yeah, I just dropped the F-Bomb up in here.
LAME-O! (Such is life at the moment.)
But the party was great! Thanks AJ and roommates, you kids know how to throw a totally awesome shindig, even if your place smells a little funny. Much love.
Saturday, October 23, 2004
No one else ever had a dislocated ankle tendon sutured temporarily into place by stitching the skin to the deep tissue below it, much less had gone ahead to do it a second time less than a week later to pitch in a game of this magnitude. --This is what baseball is really about, and this is why I'm rooting for Boston.
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