In My Absence

Sorry for not sharing the last week of my life with everyone. Things have been a bit crazy around here. The end of the semester is quickly approaching and I have papers galore due. Here's a recap of the past week and a half's events.

Tax Day--I forgot to send in my taxes. I thought somewhere I remember my dad saying if you were getting a refund then there was no need to have the forms postmarked April 15. As I crawled into bed (at 11:30) I turned on the radio. The people on the radio began talking about how there was heavy traffic at both the airport and downtown Post Offices. Everything my dad ever said exited my mind as I quickly rushed to grab my car keys and tax forms. Yeah, my taxes had been done for weeks, but because I procrastinate about everything (including a federal refund) I had to rush to the post office. There was a lot of traffic. There was some running involved to get to the PO from my car. I did get my envelope stamped on the 15th. I decided to take up exercising.

Papers Due--I hate my visual design class this semester. The teacher wears smocks and lacks social skills. She is also self-taught in the area of visual design. I don't understand what her qualifications are to teach a graduate level visual design class. I had a paper due for her Wednesday night, it was 18 pages. Our final class is this week, she plans on teaching us how to do sentence diagramming. What does that have to do with visual design?

Boys in Bars--I went to some bar called JAX on Friday night. I met some people from work up there. I met a boy. He was vulgar. He said things that made me blush and I happen to be somewhat of a pervert. I don't think bars are the best places to meet boys, unless you want someone to lick your %$##& and diddle your *&^#%$. Boys will never learn. I told him he wasn't tall enough to ride this ride; then I walked away. I'm sure he thinks that I'm kicking my ass for not taking him up on his kind offer. FYI, I'm not.

Speaking of Boys in Bars--I once had a guy tell me that he found that he was attracted to me. It was as if he was amazed that he could be ATTRACTED to ME. I'm sure if I did a few shots of Petrone I would have found him attractive as well. I stuck to beer and went home early. It was a good night.

That's all for now, I better get back to work.

You've got the look

I'm thinking of changing my look for the summer. I'm not sure what to do. I'm already working on being more girlie, but beyond that I'm not sure. Here is a recent photo. Take a look and give me some ideas.

Oh, and if you don't know what I look like, guess which one I am?

Gay Marriage

Do you support gay marriage? Please click here to let someone know.

If you click and support I want to thank you. If you don't, then burn in hell. Have a nice day.

Newsworthy?

I'm sorry but is this really newsworthy?

It must be a slow day of avoiding real news, like what DeLay is doing to fix his reputation. How many people do you think he'll have to buy off in order to stay in his current position?

What about this psycho? What kind of mother is she? I used to think my mom was bad, but she never did anything immoral!

What's news with you?

Cell Phones Suck...

especially when your bill is huge. So, if you have my number and don't have Verizon don't call me during peak hours, EVER! Only call me nights after 9 pm and on the weekend.

Also if you happen to have some spare change lying around please pass it my way so I can pay this damn bill.

Stephen King is going to be where?

I am a huge King fan. I've read everything he has written up to the last couple of gunslinger novels. I only wait to read those because of school. This summer I have a feeling that King and I will be spending lots of time together.

This morning as I was listening to my favorite AM talk radio show I heard the words Stephen King and book signing at Murder by the book in the same breath. I almost started freaking out right then and there. I wasn't quite sure if I heard it right. My heart was racing and the endorphines started pumping through my veins.

I logged on to my computer this morning hoping that it was true. Wrong! It is Ridley Pearson who will be signing tonight. I might have to change stations for my morning listening. Damn liars!

No one good ever signs books in Houston.

Double Feature

I went to see Sin City today. Clive Owen is in it. He's hot and stuff. He did not get enough screen time. I wasn't overly impressed with the whole movie.

I also saw Sahara. It was very edge of your seat exciting. I highly recommend it.

Single?

There are many good things about being single. You can do what you want, when you want. You don't have to call home to report to someone if you decide to go out with some friends at the spur of the moment. You are not responsible for anyone else. You don't have to worry about someone using the last of the toilet paper/shampoo/milk/toothpaste and not getting more. When you put something down, it will be in the same place when you pick it up. You can get up in the middle of the night and watch TV as loud as you want. You don't have to argue about what station/kind of music you'll be listening to in the car. No one keeps you up when you want to sleep.

There is a flip side to that coin. Days like today. I have some free time. I want to go out to eat and to a movie. I want to feel wanted. I want someone to say, "You look cute today. What are you doing different?" I want to laugh in public and not look crazy, because there is someone laughing right next to me. I want someone to pay half the rent. I want someone to buy me dinner. I want someone to hold my hand. I want someone to call me to say they'll be home soon. I want someone to spoon me when I'm upset and reassure me. I want someone who wants to be with me. I want someone who thinks that I'm better to be with than anyone else.

Am I asking for too much?

Beer

I grew up (for the most part) in Wisconsin. My dad was in the Army for 20 years so we moved quite a bit, but for 6 plus years I lived in a sleepy little mid-west town. During my high school years we would party. Usually that involved drinking. OK, I lied, it always involved drinking.

I started out drinking wine coolers. They were all the rage in the late 80's. But, after the last Bartels & James was gone I had to resort to Old Style. Over the years my taste in beer has developed. Old Style, although cheap, no longer does it for me.

In college I went through another phase of fancy cocktails, but when the end of the month came we always drank Leinenkugels. It was $10 a case, plus deposit. The brewery was only 20 miles away. To this day I think it's the best beer I've ever had. They make all sorts of wonderful flavors, my favorite being the Honey Weiss. Throw a lemon in that and I'm in heaven.

I said all that to say this. Everyone has a favorite beer. After a bad day even an Old Milwaukee tastes good to me--as long as it's cold. The best beer of all though is a free beer. Followed by a beer in a frosty cold mug with little ice chips floating on the top.

That's what I'm drinking right now. Aren't you jealous?

I'm sorry, what was that?

As I sit here, having just taken a nice long drink of the Diet Coke currently sitting to my left, I look at a sign at the top of my monitor that clearly states NO FOOD, DRINKS OR CELL PHONES. Now, as an English major I find this sign to be a little bit vague. Am I not to give these things to my computer? Is my computer caged like an animal at the zoo? Does it have a strict diet of floppy disks and CD's?

As I ponder these questions I take another drink only to hear a booming voice clearly state, "There are no drinks or food permitted in the computer lab. If you have to eat or take a drink you need to go outside."

I know this person (I use that term because I was unable to determine gender by voice or direct visual) was talking to me. But, I could care less because there are 10 cell phone that will ring in the next 30 minutes--one of which may be mine. I will answer the call, enjoy my conversation like the girl next to me is on her cell phone this very minute.

Is this what I get for my tuition? Computer "monitors" and grade school rules? Should I raise my hand when I have to get up to go pee? Is someone going to check my hall pass?

I'm in graduate school for crying out loud. I am too old to up up with this shit!

My Karma Must be Good Today

My moon must be in the right position or some crazy shit because it's a good day today. My Netflix is shipping Elektra, Ray and Sideways, my homework for class tonight and tomorrow night is done. My hair looks good. I haven't been super hungry all day and I actually chose the grilled chicken over the breaded for lunch today.

Something bad is about to go down! Don't get too close, who knows when the good day will end.

A Miracle

I went to visit my friend Stephanie tonight. She had her baby on Sunday. All 5 lbs. 8 oz. of her. She is the most beautiful baby I've ever seen, and so tiny. I could have held her all night. Baby made some of the cutest faces while in my arms. I can see why people want to have these little tiny humans.

Stephanie assured me that the epidermal was the way to go. I'm going to take her word for it. I don't think I want to do anything that requires me to wear an ice pack in my panties.

Once the new daddy emails the pictures of me hold the wee one I will post for all to see. Thank goodness I was having a good hair day today.

It's all the same to me

I don't know if anyone else feels this way, but yogurt tastes pretty much the same to me no matter what the flavor. The only real difference is if there are other things in the yogurt. Sometimes I'll add Grape Nuts or there are berrys with seeds. Like right now, I'm eating blackberry pie yogurt. But, the only difference from the strawberry yogurt I had yesterday is that this one has annoying little seeds that give me a mini-migrane when I try to bite them.

That raises another question: Should yogurt be chewed or do you just swallow it?

Texas Hold 'Em

I've been dabbling in poker. I'm not much of a poker player since my face always reveals what is in my hand. Well, Friday night I went over to my friend Peter's house. He was hosting poker night. I didn't buy in right away. I drank a little to relax, bought $20 in chips and sat down--drink in hand. For some reason everything is more fun with alcohol, except losing money. We made it around the table of 8 once before I lost it all. So I figured drinking is more fun after you lose. I had a great time, but I think I shocked some people since my vocabulary consists mostly of 4-letter words after I've had a few too many. I ended up crashing there for the night.

Note to self: Always bring a designated driver.

Unexpected and Unwanted Surprises

Ohhh, I googled the title of this post, click on the link to see what I found. EWWWW!

One of the things I hate about living in the big city is the unexpected traffic jam. I know I can expect one during rush hour (or hours) and sometimes at lunch. Last night, at 10 pm, as I drove home on 59 South, there was a back-up due to the 610 exit being closed. I blame it on the people who have to speed up and merge, but I also blame it on those idiots that drive 40 when the speed limit posted is clearly 65. I HATE those people, they can kiss my ass. I think I told most of them too, but my window may have been up--and it was dark.