I hate boys. My sister's boyfriend was supposed to come over for New Year's Eve tonight and hang out with her but when my dad and my sister went to pick him up after work, she got a text message that said that he couldn't come. So she tried to call him, but his cell was turned off and there was no answer at home. She was, and is, really upset. I don't know if his parents didn't want him spending the night here or what, but its just so typical of a guy to tell you something you don't want to hear and then make himself completely unavailable in terms of giving an explanation. Now her night is ruined. I feel so bad for her. If she was 21 I'd take her out with me, but the party I'm going to is 21+ only. She's not even 18 yet so she doesn't have any kind of ID. This is why I hate guys. They ruin shit right at the last minute and make it impossible for you to make plans that don't include them. Ugh, they suck.
I have nothing really interesting to write about, just thought I would babble for the hell of it for a while. I've slacked on my blogging.
I met my brother's girlfriend for the first time today. She seems really nice. She came down from Mass. to spend New Year's with my brother, and for the first time, I can actually understand why someone would date my brother. Okay, not totally true. I think its just that I think that they're a pretty good match for each other. She doesn't take any of his shit either, and she seems to be pretty down to earth, which is good.
Not too much else happened today really. I got my plans for tomorrow night solidified, which made me happy because I was asked to work if I didn't have plans. I definitely do not want to work on New Year's Eve. I also went over to Ulta today and picked up some really good Pond's makeup remover and the Clean and Clear Blackhead Clearing Scrub, which seems to be a pretty good exfoliator. For some reason I've totally broken out lately, and I'm not happy about it. So I got this stuff, and pretty cheap too because I've become a coupon maniac. I might be $2000 richer, but without a real job, that doesn't really amount to shit, pardon my French. Speaking of which, I have to record my Starbuck's purchase on my checking spreadsheet so I don't lose track of how much money I have in my account. Better do that now before I forget.
Get this: My grandmother gave me $2000
just for graduating from college! I'm rich! Okay, not really, since I have to pay off my credit card with that money, but I should still have about $1200 left over after that. Too bad my grandmother accidentally made out the check to my mom instead of me. It's cool, I'll probably see her over the weekend so she can give me one in my name. I could just have my mom cash it, but I endorsed it with a little for deposit only notation on there before I realized it wasn't made out in my name. Whatever. It was dated Jan. 1 also, so I couldn't have deposited it yet anyway. But yay! I'm no longer poor. Or at least not as poor as I have been. This is good.
Wow, I've never been afraid of my dog (i.e. my parent's dog) until tonight. He almost bit me twice. He was sleeping on my bed and I tried to get him into my brother's room and he almost bit me for no good reason, except possibly that I unceremoniously yanked him off of my bed and all that and then I went to pet him when he settled down on his bed in the hall and he started barking and snapping at me again. I would say, duh, I interrupted his sleep, but this is a dog that doesn't care about that shit...he sleeps like 23 hours a day. Honestly, I wonder if he's just getting old and cranky. He's almost 8. I dunno, but I'm not gonna think about it tonight. Time for bed with my nice, non-snapping little Beagle mix.
Finally Back Online!
After several unsuccessful attempts, my dad and I finally got the wireless router working, so now I'm connected to the internet from my room! This is very exciting because my sister is a big fat computer hog. Okay, so she's not fat, but she's a computer hog. Today I have my orientation at the restaurant. I guess they figure that since I've been away for three years I might have forgotten where the kitchen is or something. Whatever, its not a big deal. I actually have to go put on my makeup now, and then I can put on the adorable hat I got from the Gap yesterday for $10.00! I look really freakin cute in it (if I do say so myself). Life is good, and now that I have the internet I'm sure I'll be able to survive the next year and a half at home with the rents.
Merry (Belated) Christmas...Hanukkah
Merry Christmas to everyone! I so should wish everyone a Happy Hanukkah also, since I'm half Jewish. I've been absent lately, but whatev. Tomorrow I have to go buy black shirts b/c I'm starting back at Big Fish and I'm starting back as a hostess. I'm not thrilled, but really, its cool. I have to go through orientation and everything. Rachel and I decided to spent New Years together at a restaurant near here which is good, since I had no plans. Anyway, I'm starved, so I'm gonna go eat (the dog is apparently starved also since he's got his head in my lap begging for the calamari dish that I was planning on eating). Once again, Merry Christmas!
Well, I'm officially a resident of New Jersey again. It actually feels pretty good. Jeb and I moved me out on Friday and then last night we went at had dinner at the restaurant I used to work at (and come the first week in January, will work at again). I got hammered. Totally totally hammered. Justin was there, and I think he thought that Jeb and I were on a date. Funny, because he kept a pretty close eye on Jeb the entire night. Hehe. I hate boys. Justin looked at cute as ever (to me, Jeb didn't think he was cute, but then again I think just about all of Jeb's boyfriends are butt ugly) although his hair could have been a little better. But anyway, I'm going to try very hard not to obsess over it. Now I gotta go out shopping for my dad and grandma's Xmas gifts. Tootles.
Things are shaping up...
Well, things are shaping up inside my apartment. I've got almost everything packed (except for the bedroom) and most of the trash is out of here. I'm feeling a lot better than I did last night too. I shouldn't listen to sad music after I've been drinking...it always makes me cry. Anyway, I've gotta get over to my shrink so I can get my Adderall prescription for the next coupla months. Then later I have to disconnect my internet (boooohooooo) so I can return my barely working cable modem. Ugh, I don't even understand why they want it back.
Oh my God....I'm moving. I understand that you guys all know this. I just can't believe this. I'm crying right now. I'm not sure I'm ready to leave right now. I tried calling my mom, but she must be asleep. I just can't believe that after 3 years I'm really leaving all these people that I love. Guys, if you're reading this, I love you all so much. I'll come back and visit. I didn't know it would hurt this much to leave you, but I love you, and even if I never see you again, you have all meant so much to me. You have shaped who I am, what I stand for. In some ways I feel like I have experienced the most important part of my life with you. I will never forget you.
All the more I want,
The adventure continues...
All the more I need
All the while you want something more...Something More, Train
Logically, I know I've made progress on my apartment. But everytime I look at it, it just looks more cluttered. I mean, I have a ton of stuff thrown away or packed, but there's just so much shit. And I have to have it all packed by tomorrow night. It's not gonna happen tonight, because I'm getting ready to go to my graduation party! I'm wearing my new jeans and a cute shirt, all that's left to do is put on my makeup.
I thought I wouldn't have money to go out tonight, but somehow the money fairy visited me this month. Besides the extra $800 that I had my mom put in for the move (and yes, in case you were wondering, I am aware that I'm spoiled), it seems that my rent check hasn't been cashed. That's really weird because they usually do it a couple of days after I give it to them. I'm not gonna complain though, if they prefer to give me a little $1200 Christmas pregnant, that's their business and I thank them from the bottom of my heart (but to myself, not to them).
So, my ex-boyfriend Josh might be coming to my party tonight. I'm actually really excited to see him. We weren't a great couple, but he's a great guy. I haven't seen him in forever. I just hope my other ex Al doesn't show up. Those two don't like each other that much (or at all). Plus, I have like no interest at all in seeing Al. He needs to grow up... Man, when I think about all the time I wasted with him and all the nice guys I could have met while wasting all that time with him... Whatever, I invited him, but I hope he doesn't show up. Or if he does, that he shows up with his girlfriend. I hate her and now that I'm moving I have nothing to lose by telling her exactly what I think of her. Which is mainly that she's an over-the-hill moron who's wasting her time with a complete shithead who not only doesn't love her, but who is never going to marry her. That and if she ever calls me again I'll get a restraining order (she used to have a little problem with calling me and telling me not to go near her man...barf). Anyway, I'm gonna think happier thoughts and go make myself look stunning for my party.
Texas Is Dumb
Found this at En Banc
. Get this...in Texas, its a CRIME to sell or "promote" as the article tells us, a dildo or "artificial vaginia." Thank God I don't live in Texas, I don't deal very well with sexual repression.
Read The Difference Between Texas and New Jersey
I made a button for The Girl. If you want, you can put it up on your site for easier linking. Here's what it looks like:
If you wish to link me, this is the only time I will allow you to direct link to this image. Here is the URL: http://img.villagephotos.com/p/2003-11/488812/button1.jpg
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Okay, kitchen is almost done. I just have to figure out what to do with my olive oil, vinegar and vegetable oil. My desk is half empty, I just have to pack the CDs and other stuff (i.e. junk). I still have to pack all my clothes, which is going to be the hardest task for two reasons: (1) I have an enormous amount of clothes
. The amount of clothing that I have baffles me. (2) They overflow my dresser, closet, comfy chair, there are clothes on the bathroom floor, there are clothes overflowing the laundry basket, there are clothes all over the place, including the floor
. I have managed to get a good amount of them clean, which I have folded nicely and put on the shelf in my closet since I already packed my purses, which is what usually inhabits that space. I also have no clue what I'm going to pack my shoes in. I've learned in the past not to pack shoes in boxes, which leaves a bag, but I don't know if I have a bag that's big enough, and if I don't, I don't think I have enough
bags to fit all my shoes in. I have a lot of shoes too.
I was supposed to go see my shrink this morning, but his secretary called and said that he was out sick today, which really blows because I need more Adderall, especially since I don't have a shrink in New Jersey yet. So I'm seeing him tomorrow for 15 minutes just to get a prescription.
Gotta get my ass in gear.
I think I hate my professors
What the fuck is wrong with my professors? I took one final on Thursday evening, one on Friday morning, emailed one in on Friday, took one yesterday and didn't have one in another class. But how many grades do I have so far? ONE
. They have 72 hours from the time we complete our exams to turn in our final grades. But do they? Nooooo. Instead, I'm sitting here going, okay, did I graduate or not goddammit!?!? I mean, I know I graduated, I know I passed all my exams, but come on already. I hate when professors are slow with grading. I understand they have other things to do, but this is sort of their job. Alright, I'm done bitching...its back to this packing expedition.
I love Dave Barry: A Forest of Lights Can Only Mean That It's Christmas In Miami
My New Crushes
Other than Drew Fuller, who's picture is in one of yesterday's posts, I have a couple other new crushes. The first one is this guy:
That's Chester from Linkin Park. I just think he's hot and has a great voice. Plus I love their new video for "Numb." The pic is from Maximum Linkin Park
My second crush is this guy:
That's David Conrad who plays Michael on Miss Match, one of my new favorite shows. You also might recognize him as Dave Fields from Boston Public last season. I didn't realize how hot he was until I started watching Miss Match (perhaps b/c he was always trying to break up Ronnie and her boyfriend--I forget his name--on Boston Public), but now I adore him!
My grandmother's dog Phil was put to sleep today. He started out as my family's dog but when he started biting my sister (who was 5 at the time) we gave him to my grandmother. They became the best of friends and loved each other so much. The last time I saw Phil was the day after Thanksgiving. He was so happy and energetic, especially for a dog of 13 years. He gave me kisses and jumped up and down and begged for treats. I remember when we used to go over my grandmother's house for brunch, when someone got up from the table Phil would jump into their seat and just sit there. He wouldn't steal the food or pant or anything like that, he just sat there like a little human and pretended to listen to the conversation. Phil had an obsession with tennis balls. His favorite was his #5 ball. Don't ask me how he knew the difference between all the tennis balls, because he must have had at least 20 of them, but he would only play with the #5 ball.
Last weekend my grandmother called my parents in the middle of the night and told my parents that Phil was laying there dying next to her. My grandmother tends to exaggerate a bit, so my parents waited until morning to have my grandmother take Phil to the vet. He ended up staying in the hospital because he had a liver infection. Then yesterday the vet found a tumor that needed to be operated on. My grandmother signed a statement giving the vet permission to put him to sleep if he didn't think that Phil could be fixed. My mom called me and told me they had put him to sleep when I was at the mall today.
I immediately called my grandmother who told me that she already missed him. But she said that she thinks he's already playing up in Heaven with my grandfather (who, my mother said, will probably think he's a stray since my grandmother got him after my grandfather died) and that he's much happier there. But she still misses him.
Meet My New Boyfriend...
I wish. He's Drew Fuller, and he plays Chris Perry on Charmed, my favorite TV show. I got this picture from Drew Fuller Fan.com. Isn't he delicious? Too bad he's got a girlfriend. That always bums me out.
I have rediscovered the horrors of packing. I've made progress. Sort of. I have 3 boxes packed. I packed all my videos, most of my old textbooks, my desk stuff (not including my computer obviously, this is why I love having a laptop), and the majority of my glassware. I've also started packing my towels, but seeing as I have the smallest clothes dryer known to man, its a slow process in terms of getting everything clean. I don't think I bought enough boxes either, but I'm going to wait until I only have 1-2 left before I go to get more. I still have tomorrow, Wednesday and Thursday to pack. Holy shit that's only 3 days!
Man, this sucks. I've never had to do all the packing all by myself. I don't like it. I don't like it AT ALL. Back to the packing/organizing/laundry-doing/bullshitting in front of the television. Tootles.
P.S. Check back later to see if I've gone nuts yet.
What do you guys think of this picture of me? I don't think its that great, or at least it could be better.
Funny Thoughts on Washington, DC
As I'm officially leaving Washington, DC on Friday, I thought I would share some quotes from one of my favorite books about Washington: Dave Barry Hits Below the Beltway
On choosing Washington, DC as the Capital City:
...In 1790 Congress decided to creat a permanent capital by taking a piece of land from Virginia, a piece of land from Maryland, and a piece of land from Vermont that was hauled in at great expense. Congress chose this location for four reasons:
1. It was near Chevy Chase.
2. It was shaped pretty much like a square.
3. It was located on the Potomac River, which guaranteed that the capital would have an abundant natural supply of humidity.
4. It had already been settled by a small but hardy population of lobbyists, who produced nothing but had been able to survive for three decades in the harsh wilderness by taking one another to lunch.
On Potholes and Snow
The streets of Washington were full of potholes, which today are painstakingly maintained in their original condition by the Department of Historic Pothole Preservation. (Another road related tradition that has continued into modern times is that the entire city shuts down if it snows, or it looks like it might snow, or anybody named "Snow" is visiting the area.)
On the U.S. Capitol Building
The cornerstone of the U.S. Capitol was laid in 1793 by George Washington on a site carefully selected by surveyors. Unfortunately, the cornerstone was stolen that night and abandoned in a bad neighborhood, so that's where the Capitol ended up being built.
**All quotes are taken from Dave Barry Hits Below the Beltway, copyright 2001, Random House publishers**
Nostalgia for My College Days...
I did it. I'm done with college. It's really quite surreal, or maybe I just don't believe it yet because I don't have any grades for the semester yet. Probably a combination of both. I can't believe that this journey I started at 18 years old at Lafayette College in Easton, Pennsylvania, and continued at age 20 at American University in Washington, DC is finally over. I've enjoyed the last two years of college immensely. I found a major that I loved (Justice), made some wonderful friends, decided what I want to do with my life (become a lawyer), and found out that if I try hard, I can get some really kick-ass grades.
Seriously, when I think back to what I was like at age 18, the difference is stunning. I was so young and innocent, had never had a real boyfriend, and strangely, I was really cynical. I think that I've gotten more idealistic over the past 4 1/2 years. I think maybe I just never knew all that there was in the world for me to experience, and it was hard to imagine it while stuck in a dorm room with someone just as naive and innocent as I was in Easton, PA. Coming to Washington, DC was probably the best decision I ever made. I've learned so much here. Like other Washingtonians, I take all the great stuff around here for granted, but I have been to my fair share of monuments and museums. Granted, the first time I saw the Capitol, the FDR Memorial, and the Lincoln Memorial I was extraordinarily drunk, but hey, I saw them. I've seen the Washington Monument, been to the National Air and Space Museum, the Smithsonian Museum of Natural History, the National Gallery, and the Smithsonian Museum of American History (that one was my favorite, although there was a wonderful Jasper Johns exhibit at the National Gallery when I was there).
I lost my virginity while I was in college too. In such a stupid way. It was that night that I saw all those monuments drunk. I was with a whole group of people and we had rented a stretch Hummer (sooo cool) and got totally drunk, and then one of the guys had a party at his house afterwards. We hooked up and then we had sex. Then I insisted on walking home (about a half hour walk, in the middle of which I took off my shoes and went barefoot b/c they hurt too much--barefoot ended up sucking too) because I couldn't miss my class in the morning. I think I slept with him again the next week, and then I decided that my calling in life was to be a slut. Maybe 2-3 weeks after I had sex for the first time, I had sex with my roommate (a guy), and then I started dating this guy in the Coast Guard, who I also had sex with. He then never called me back, which is something I've never understood...I mean duh, if I gave it up once, don't you think I'd probably do it again?? Anyway, then I got together with Al. Probably the worst mistake of my life. He took up a year of my time (okay, 2 years if you count the year that we slept together after we broke up), and our relationship culminated in him dumping me for another girl two weeks after I had an abortion. Like I said, a great guy. Then I met Josh, who really was a great guy, if not the one for me.
There were guys after Josh, but they weren't all that interesting. There was my boss Brian who I hooked up with only once, then his friend Sean who I went on two dates with after Brian moved away. Then there was Craig, the cop who almost arrested me for drunk driving, Sam from work who I had a huge crush on, and of course, the most recent was Justin, the guy from home who seemed so perfect and ended up being a total shithead.
I can't wait to move away from here, spend my year and a half at home, and get my butt into law school. I'm going to be a fantastic lawyer (you should hear me argue). I almost wish I wasn't done with college, or that I could start law school right now, because I've discovered in the 2 years since I was diagnosed with Adult ADD how much I love learning. I even like studying. Okay, that's not totally true, but I like the learning part of it, so studying is tolerable. Maybe I'll enroll in a graduate class or two over the next year and a half. Maybe I'll just read everything I can get my hands on. Who knows?
I'm really proud of myself right now, not just for making it through, but for making it through the past two years with such high marks. I've learned the value of hard work, and its paid off so well for me.
Well, laundry's done, so I gotta stop being so nostalgic and get moving on the packing thing.
Last Day of College!
So, the day is here. I gotta go off and take my last final, and then I'm done. I meant to get up early this morning, but I didn't sleep well (AGAIN) so I didn't get up until noon. I'm such a lazy asshole. Anyway, I gotta call U-haul to rent a van for the end of the week and then its time to get dressed, take the dog out for a walk and face the music and hope I don't fail. Wish me luck!
Okay, so I just decided to change the layout since I couldn't figure the other one out. I think this one is pretty cool anyway, nice and summery at a time when the ground is covered with snow. Now I really have to get back to my studying. UGH
Uh oh, this isn't good. I got a new little layout, obviously, but its supposed to be ad-free and it seems to be working on half the page, but not on the right side. Hmmm...guess I'll have to come up with a way to fix it or else choose another new layout...but right now I gotta get back to the studying, which has been a long and slow process because I'm lazy and its my last final ever and I just can't seem to give a shit anymore. Oh well. Gotta get back to it so I don't fail and end up having to stay in college. ;-)
Now that Saddam's been captured, everyone should contribute to the DNC or a Democratic Candidate to help defeat President Bush in 2004. Below is a list of links to the websites of the Dems running for Prez, along with the DNC.
Democratic Presidential Candidates
Carol Moseley Braun
Democratic National Committee
Dude, can you believe that they captured Saddam? First of all, what kind of moron would stay in his hometown for this long? Secondly, while I'm happy that we found him (sorta...I disagreed with the war anyway, but hopefully this will help us get out of there sooner and our troops can home home), I'm afraid that this means Bush is going to be re-elected. Which is the worst possible outcome I can think of. I hope they don't do anything bad to him. Not that I think he's a good man or anything even remotely close to that, but I almost feel bad for him. Have you seen the pictures of him? He looks so old and sad. At least they say that he's cooperating with the authorities.
I'm really kind of weirded out by Saddam's capture. Oh well, I gotta go have a Bloody Mary.
Dude, I am so tired. Yet not sleepy. Could have something to do with the fact that I haven't done shit all day. I watched Willy Wonka and the Chocoloate Factory, which I haven't seen in forever. I always forget how utterly disturbing that movie is. I mean seriously, its fucked up. The dude has no remorse over the fact that he practically tortures those kids. Whatever, I'm not thinking about it. I'm gonna go back to watching The Nanny on Lifetime
. What a great show.
Dude, John Kerry
dropped the f-bomb in an interview with Rolling Stone. He said he didn't expect President Bush to fuck up the war in Iraq as much as he did. I'm truly tickled by this. It's about time someone took off their gloves when talking about Dubya.
What Kind of Drunk Are You?
Go me for being an Angry Drunk. I don't really think I am, I actually think I'm more of a sentimental drunk, but whatever.
I've got a new Blog of the Week
It's Mikan Moblog
, a great site with all these photos of Japan, which looks like a totally beautiful place, somewhere I'd love to go if I ever get the chance. Check it out.
I have done absolutely nothing today! It kinda feels good. I rented a movie, took a nice hot bubble bath, and...no, that's about it. Nevermind. Now I think I'm gonna eat some dinner and sit my ass back on the couch and veg some more. No studying until tomorrow!
Lost and Found
Dude, get this: I found my keys. The ones that have been missing since JUNE!
I was getting dressed and I don't know, my eyes drifted over to my dresser, and there they were, half hidden under a pile of clothes. I swear to God, I have looked EVERYWHERE
over the past 5 months for these keys. I haven't been able to get my mail without the mailman letting me into the box in that long either. I can't believe I found those keys. And I can't believe they were on my goddamn dresser the entire time. Wow, I feel like a tool. At least I can go retrieve my new Amex out of my mailbox now. Whew!
On my way out the door, about to start a relaxing weekend. I hope. I'm having drinks with Michaella and Jeb, then coming home and sleeping (hopefully like a baby). I'm gonna take a look at my study guide tomorrow, but if it doesn't look too hard then I'm gonna put it off until Sunday. Ooooh, finally a new episode of Charmed
this Sunday. I've been dying to know what's going to happen ever since the last episode a couple of weeks ago when they found out that Chris is half whitelighter and half witch. I really feel like he must be related to Piper and Leo (perhaps the baby that Piper is going to be carrying since Holly Marie Combs is preggers?). Okay, enough of my Charmed psycho-bullshit. I know I'm obsessed with the show, but really, I don't know why, but it relaxes me.
Off to get my drink on. Only one test left and then I can say sayonara to my college experience!
I hate insomnia. It's 3:10 AM and I cannot sleep. This sucks. I've been able to sleep late all week b/c of reading days and stuff, but I have to be up at like 9 tomorrow (today). Okay, I could technically sleep until 9:45 but I need to get all my books ready to sell back and I don't want to chance being late for my final. I would take some Benadryl or something, but at this point it'll just make it too hard for me to get up in the morning. I wish I was tired, but I'm not. I'm fucking wide awake. Maybe I'll just have a cigarette and watch TV for like 20 before trying to get to sleep again. Man, fuck me for sleeping until like noon every day this week. I'm so fucking dumb sometimes.
I got a WHAT?
Just got home from my first final. It went well, but then I knew it would. But I got my paper back, which had both my grade for the paper and my class participation grade on it (2/3 of the total grade, the final is the last 1/3). I got a 90%
on both. Considering that he corrected one teensy tiny little grammar mistake (in an 8 page paper) and made one comment, I would think that I would have gotten a better grade than a 90! I mean come on! And as for class participation, I talk A LOT. Like you can't tell. I'm pissed. I rarely get grades this mediocre. I've gotten one other mediocre paper grade this semester, but I half-assed that paper and got a 90. I worked my ass off for this thing!
AND ITS GOOD. I'm not trying to toot my own horn, but I'm a good writer. And I'm a great student. I work my ass off for the entire semester and all I get rewarded with is a fucking A-. What kind of justice is that?
This is it. I'm almost done. In about 3 hours I have my first final, which I feel really prepared for, then tomorrow I've got my Public Policy final and I have to email the Take Home from Hell to the prof. I only ended up doing the first extra credit, I'm just gonna write her a note about the second one. Other than the fact that all of a sudden I feel unbelievably tired, I'm doing pretty well.
I got some grades back finally, which makes me happy. My Public Policy group got a 96 on our paper, and I got a 19/20 on my Religion paper. So things are going well. I'm so sleeepy right now though, I just want it all to be over. Hard to believe that in a week I'm gonna be driving back to NJ, ready to move back in with my family, college degree in hand (well, not in hand exactly, but it the mail at least). Its WEIRD. And if I didn't have ridiculously horrible cramps right now, I'd be really happy about it. Anyway, can't type anymore....tooo tiiiiired.
I think I've recovered nicely from yesterday's little nervous breakdown. I went to Leah's today and spent time with her and the baby and then came home at around 4pm and worked on my other exams for about two hours, after which I went to Sonia's house to work on the Gender final. We actually got everything done. Now I'm working on the extra credits for it, which aren't too hard. Except that the 2nd one has some bullshit about how the Bill of Rights played a part in the court's rationale in these two cases. Not too hard, except that the first case does not even fucking MENTION the Bill of Rights. In fact, it talks about the Alaskan Constitution (since the case is from Alaska). So what the fuck? Am I supposed to make some bullshit up? Anyway, I'm a little annoyed b/c its gonna be kind of hard to get the points if the question doesn't even make sense. Ugh, this woman. I swear. Whatever, I'll get through it.
I called my mom twice tonight and bawled my eyes out to her. I completely freaked out about school and moving tonight. I've been working on all this shit since Friday night. I just can't fucking deal. My mom was helpful, kinda. I just wanted to be able to crawl into my parents' bed and cuddle up with my mom and cry. I am so freaked out. Can I repeat that? I am so freaked out!
I can't even explain. I'm gonna have a nervous breakdown. At least my mom told me that it doesn't matter if I have a 4.0 this semester. God I hope that everything works out.
In your face Dad! My father, who doesn't believe that Howard Dean
can win the Democratic nomination, has today been endorsed by Former Vice President Al Gore
. This is a good day for Dean supporters. Yay. I can't wait to call my dad and tell him. Hehehe.
I'm done with college! Okay, so I still have finals, but I'm almost done! I had my last class...it was short and rather boring. I'm also done with 1/2 of my take home final. Just two more questions to go and then the extra credits so I don't fail and have to take even more time finishing my bachelor's degree. Anyway, I'm about to take a rest, watch some Judging Amy, Charmed, and Angel. Then its back to the studying. Call me a big nerd, but I think I'm going to miss studying. Not finals, but studying in general. Learning. You know what I mean, right? I mean trust me, I'm not some flood-pants wearing, clashing, nose in a book all the time nerd. I have a social life, I'm hot (if I do say so myself, lol), and I'm pretty damn nice. But I like learning, so I guess that makes me a bit of a nerd. Whatever, this hot nerd is gonna go far in life. Pretty soon you'll be seeing signs for "Lauren for Congress!" Well, not that soon, as I'm not even old enough to run yet. But maybe in about 10 years when I'm 32 or 33. Ever heard that country song, "I Wanna Do It All," by Terri Clark? That's me. Marriage, kids, career, fame, fortune. I'm gonna do it all!
P.S. Did I mention I'm just a tad ambitious?
These are some good tips for all us women out there. Perhaps it implies that we are the weaker sex, but I think that these are really good advice, and something to think about.
1. Tip from police: The elbow is the strongest point on your body. If you are close enough to use it, do!
2. If a robber asks for your wallet and/or purse, DO NOT HAND IT TO HIM. Toss it away from you.... chances are that he is more interested in your wallet and/or purse than you and he will go for the wallet/purse. RUN LIKE MAD IN THE OTHER DIRECTION!
3. If you are ever thrown into the trunk of a car: Kick out the back tail lights and stick your arm out the hole and start waving like crazy. The driver won't see you but everybody else will. This has saved lives.
4. Women have a tendency to get into their cars after shopping, eating, working, etc., and just sit (doing their checkbook, or making a list, etc. DON'T DO THIS! The predator will be watching you, and this is the perfect opportunity for him to get in on the passenger side, put a gun to your head, and tell you where to go.
AS SOON AS YOU GET INTO YOUR CAR, LOCK THE DOORS AND LEAVE.
5. A few notes about getting into your car in a parking lot, or parking garage:
A.) Be aware: look around you, look into your car, at the passenger side floor, and in the back seat. (and check out under the car as you approach)
B.) If you are parked next to a big van, enter your car from the passenger door. Most serial killers attack their victims by pulling them into their vans while the women are attempting to get into their cars.
C.) Look at the car parked on the driver's side of your vehicle, and the passenger side. If a male is sitting alone in the seat nearest your car, you may want to walk back into the mall, or work, and get a guard/policeman to walk you back out.
IT IS ALWAYS BETTER TO BE SAFE THAN SORRY. (And better paranoid than dead.)
6. ALWAYS take the elevator instead of the stairs.(Stairwells are horrible places to be alone and the perfect crime spot).
7. If the predator has a gun and you are not under his control, ALWAYS RUN! The predator will only hit you (a running target) 4 in 100 times; And even then, it most likely WILL NOT be a vital organ. RUN!
8. As women, we are always trying to be sympathetic: STOP IT! It may get you raped, or killed. Ted Bundy, the serial killer, was a good-looking, well educated man, who ALWAYS played on the sympathies of unsuspecting women. He walked with a cane, or a limp, and often asked "for help" into his vehicle or with his vehicle, which is when he abducted his next victim.
I have been working all f-ing day on this stupid Gender final. I read some of the questions to my mom, and she was like "well, you didn't really want to graduate from college did you?" That's definitely how I feel about this. I've written my answer to the first question and outlined my answers with all the relevant information for the next two and I'm stuck on the fourth one. Thank goodness she offered us up to 30 points extra credit, or I think I would drive myself nuts trying to figure out a way to guarantee myself an A. Of course, Sonia still has my notebook and so has the benefit of all my class notes, but she and I are meeting on Tuesday to discuss the cases (not the final itself, since we're not allowed to) so I'll be able to get it back then. So far I've been okay without my notes, because I have the List of Cases that the prof gave us as well as all the briefs that I've written over the course of the semester, and the book, and I'm allowed to use electronic legal resources, but seeing as I'm not a law student, I don't really know where to find them.
I keep seeing these commercials for Trista and Ryan's wedding and what I want to know is this: who cares? I mean, I'm glad that they're getting married and all, but seriously, could you possibly sell yourself out any more? It really disgusts me.
Al Sharpton is on SNL. He's actually pretty good. Even though I don't plan on voting for him in the NJ primary in June (I'm a Howard Dean girl), this is great publicity for the Dems. Pink is the musical guest, but I don't like her that much anymore. She's gotten a tad too weird for me.
I just started studying for my (take-home) Gender and the Law final. Dude, the questions are HARD. I got a 96% on the midterm, but I better come up with some fucking legal genius for this if I want to pass. Back to working on it...good lord its hard.
For the past several months, all I've been focused on has been graduating from school. But I realized today that by focusing on the excitement of finally obtaining my college degree, I've been putting those scary "what the hell am i going to do?" thoughts out of my mind. School has obviously been an integral part of my entire existence for as long as I can remember. I mean, we're talking about the culmination of a 16 1/2
So I'm not really sure what I'm going to do without school centering my world. I've never been great at organizing my life without school. Which is why I tend to fuck off over the summers and spend as much, if not more, money than I actually make (while somehow managing to pay my rent). But rent won't be a problem since I'm gonna be living with my parents. I'm actually not as worried about that as I should be.
I've been thinking a lot about jobs, and I keep coming back to this idea of working at the restaurant that I used to work at when I took the semester off when I was 19. They need another bartender, and luckily, I qualify. But part of me thinks that I might just want to work there because Justin does, and that if I worked there I could throw my presence in his face and make him see what he missed out on. The other part of me knows that I still have a lot of friends that work there and that at minimum I could be making $20/hour. Which would be nice. But I don't know. I feel a little immature for wanting to work there.
And I need a real job too. My dad is supposedly working his connections on that front, but I'm still a little worried about it. Who knew that graduating from college could be so much pressure?
This might be the most spoiled thing I've ever said, but I really hope my gift from my grandmother is enough to make some of my woes go away. A shopping trip would really lift my spirits. I think I just went from introspective to completely shallow, but oh well, females are allowed to have mood swings.
I found the new Blog of the Week
. This week's cool blog is Compfused--All the Web's Weird in One Soggy Pile
. Its got everything from Kinky Frogs on eBay to Michael Jackson's "deformation" to how celebs make money overseas. It's pretty fun stuff. Check it out.
The study guide for ConLaw is DONE! I don't think its going to be a very hard final. Constitutional law just makes sense to me for some reason. At least that confirms that going to law school is a good decision.
So, I'm on the lookout for a new Blog of the Week. If you want me to check out your blog, leave me a comment or something.
I finished The Emperor of Ocean Park
last night. Great book, just a tad long. The writing was beautiful, but sometimes the book itself was a little frustrating b/c you don't really know anything until the end. Anyway, I'd definitely recommend it.
Belle de Jour
Wow. I never knew there was stuff like this on the web. Okay, I did, but I didn't think that real people would be blogging about their lives like this. Still, I have to say that I'm intrigued. What am I talking about? Belle de Jour
, the self-proclaimed "Diary of a London Call Girl." Wow. I think that's all I have to say about it. Wow.
This is so funny
My dad sent this to me a few days ago. It's hysterical.
A new priest at his first mass was so nervous he could hardly speak. After mass he asked the monsignor how he had done. The monsignor replied, " When I am worried about getting nervous on the
pulpit, I put a glass of vodka next to the water glass. If I start to get
nervous, I take a sip."
So next Sunday he took the monsignor's advice.
At the beginning of the sermon, he got nervous and took a drink. He
proceeded to talk up a storm.
Upon his return to his office after the mass, he found the following note
on the door:
1) Sip the vodka, don't gulp.
2) There are 10 commandments, not 12.
3) There are 12 disciples, not 10.
4) Jesus was consecrated, not constipated.
5) Jacob wagered his donkey, he did not bet his ass.
6) We do not refer to Jesus Christ as the late J.C.
7) The Father, Son, and Holy Ghost are not referred to as Daddy, Junior and
8) David slew Goliath, he did not kick the shit out of him.
9) When David was hit by a rock and was knocked off his donkey, don't say
he was stoned off his ass.
10)We do not refer to the cross as the "Big T."
11)When Jesus broke the bread at the last supper he said, "take this and
eat it for it is my body." He did not say " Eat me" .
12)The Virgin Mary is not called " Mary with the Cherry."
13)The recommended grace before a meal is not: Rub-A-Dub-Dub thanks for the
grub, Yeah God.
14)Next Sunday there will be a taffy pulling contest at ST.Peter's not a
peter pulling contest at St. Taffy's.
Life is good! I have only one more class left in my college career! Am I a little bit obsessed with this? DUH
. Actually, on today's agenda is calling some moving companies to find out their rates so that I can actually leave the hellhole that is my apartment. Then tomorrow I'm gonna go get boxes and start studying for finals. The last time I have to take finals! Well, until I go to law school that is.
New Layout! (Again...)
So yeah, I didn't like the old template as much as I thought I did. Too white. And I like templates that have images. Anyway, not too much going on. I'm bored and I'm gonna go back to reading my awesome book The Emperor of Ocean Park
. If you get a chance, hop on over to Amazon
and order a copy of it. It's by Stephen L. Carter and it is by far one of the best books I've read in a long time. Not sure yet if it is going to oust The Da Vinci Code
as most awesome of the year, but it'll probably come in second at least. And yes, I'm a dork. But whatever, I'm wasting time typing when I should be reading (and having one last cig).
I'm about to head off to my night class, which hopefully won't actually run until 11pm tonight, but I'm really excited about it. Okay, not really
excited, but after this class tonight I have only 3 more classes to go to in my entire undergraduate career. Then its finals and assuming I don't fail, which I won't, they mail me my diploma. Unless they want me to pay those library fees and parking tickets. But if they don't care about that, then I'm golden.
I just read a horrible little article in Newsweek
. In Frat Hazing: A Dangerous New Drinking Game
, the disgusting new habit of fraternities to haze their pledges by making them drink up to 15 liters of water in a short period of time in detailed. Two people have already died from this, because apparently those frat smarties don't understand that if you drink too much water you can kill yourself because too much water creates a sodium imbalance. Perhaps if some of the frat brothers were going to class instead of spending their time devising stupid and dangerous
pranks with which to dehumanize their pledges. Yay for brotherhood!
Guess what? I'm done! With college! Okay, I'm not totally. But I've finished my last two papers of my college career, and all I have to do is turn them in and take my finals (which have dwindled in number down to 3 sit-down finals and 1 take home). Yay! I'm so proud of myself.
BEST LINE EVER!
Carson from Queer Eye says: No gays in the military? Somebody designed this uniform!
Dude, I just got a call from Williams. I haven't heard from him in forever. I'll explain in the morning, b/c seeing as I'm fairly intoxicated, I don't want to make major typos that make this entry completely impossible to read.
Hehehe...read the newest post here
. I had to laugh when I read it as I thought to myself: at least I'm not that much of a psycho
. At least I can laugh about it now.
Doncha like the new layout? I think I really do. It's very simple, but I think it suits me. Thanks to *maystar designs
for the new look, and thanks to blogskins.com
for helping me find it. I'm so freaking tired. Have I mentioned that yet today? Oh shit, I just remembered that Wednesday is my parents' 25th anniversary. I didn't get them anything. I'm such a bad daughter. But I'm totally broke. If only they knew that I was totally broke, but then they'd have a reason to yell at me, and trust me, getting lectured about finances by my parents is not fun
Has anyone seen the new look of Hotmail? It's pretty cool.
Okay, I should get to editing this enormous paper that my group has due on Friday. Apparently we have 18 sources! And that's without mine, b/c I haven't added them yet. With mine, its gonna be 20! I can't fucking believe it. We are so gonna get an A.
How cute is this?
This is a picture of my dog, who fell asleep while we were still eating dinner (usually he would beg throughout the whole meal), but my father had the foresight to mix in a whole lot of turkey into his food after he finished carving the bird. How adorable is he?
So Friggin' Tired
Just got back from my 3+ hour drive from NJ. I left around 9am. That sucked. I didn't hit any traffic, but I hate driving, so I still wanted to kill myself. While I was waiting in line to pay one of the tolls, this old lady rear ended this girl in a 4Runner, and I thought to myself...COME ON! You're going like 3 mph! How can you possibly be so stupid as to stay that close? If I were that girl I would have been pissed. Not that there was any damage to her car. I also saw TWO
hearses on the drive. I always think its weird to see a hearse on the highway. But I do always turn my headlights on as a sign of respect. I'm weird like that. Anyway, gotta disconnect the computer again and get ready to go to class, then a group meeting for the project we have due on Friday. After that I can come home and VEG. Although what I should do is call moving and storage companies and all that shit since I'm moving in oh...18 days (17 if you don't count today OR the day I'm moving). And since my last final is the 16th and I'm moving on the 19th, I gotta get my ass in gear. I hate moving, but good God I can't wait until I get out of this shithole apartment.