Insolent Tonsils

About once every three months or so, my sinus drain, spilling their contents onto the back of my throat. Every time this occurs, my right tonsil becomes red, inflammed, and ultimately infected enough to warrant a trip to the physician. This is becoming problematic enough that I'm actually considering elective surgury to rip the little buggers out. Good idea or not? Vote at

AAA

AAA-Triple A...the AUTOCLUB-not something for alcoholics, rocks my casbah. Called them today for a lockout with car running, and someone was going to be there within 30 minutes of the call being placed. Fortunately, the keys were recovered and all was happy in the land before the AAA guy arrived, so another call was made to cancel the assistance. However, the uh...dispatchers (is this what you call them?) were wonderful despite my admitted ineptitude in asking questions and requesting assistance...though my direction giving skills are above par (head west on 121, turn right and head north, turn at the second road on the left and head west)...those are pretty nifty eh?

MONSTER RIBS!!!

Hickory Log, Dexter, MO. You must learn this, live this, love this. The ribs from here will make your toes curl-they are that darned good. Thanks guy that works with my Dad's office from time to time.

In the process of moving stuff from point A to point B. Got my sweet, sweet bed today and then took a 4 hour nap on it. We're talking face down, out cold, drooling good sleep.

Probably trekking back to ye ole Land of Lincoln Wednesday morning. It's supposed to rain up there tomorrow and be wicked cold...not to mention I don't think I'll have enough stuff moved to Point B tomorrow. With it close to 2am, will be sleeping later tomorrow too. Just still terribly wiped from finals week.

Watching videos of 2003 countdown on vh1. Good times and it's actually pretty right-on, though I would definitely put both Johnny Cash and Outkast higher up-like #1 and #2.

While cleaning out the bathroom, have found a bunch of lotions, potion, and sprays people have given me. If you or someone you know like the smell of lavender, sweet pea, or some other lovely floral, you're free to take some off my hands. I've amassed too much of it but being crazy frugal, can't just toss it out because "it's perfectly good." Issues...yeah.

Tonight was the best night to be in the library...

Finals Week hours in effect mean the library is open until 1am. Yay for extra study in the library time. It's like studying at home, but there's no tv or readily available internet to lure my attention away from the books. Tonight must have been the most eventful night of the semester in Waterfield and I was lucky enough to be there.

Eventful Thing #1: So I'm sitting in the StarBooks area (coffee bar/play on words extraordinaire) studying ergo and I look up to see 3 students (appeared to be int'l, but that's beside the point) lighting stuff on fire and throwing it on the ground. At first I thought it was fireworks (so i guess them being int'l made me think fireworks), but it didn't make a pretty flash or go boom. They were standing around in a circle lighting paper on fire and tossing it onto the sidewalk. Went over and told the yellow-shirted Racer Patrol lady that some folks were lighting stuff on fire and then raced to the window to watch what happened. They saw her coming, stomped out the fire, and scurried off into the night.

Event #2: Some fellow brought his laptop battery to the front desk to get a charged one. Amanda, awesome girl/awesome sister, was working the desk and tried graciously to help him. However, her request for the actual laptop itself (needs the whole kit and kaboodle in order to get a newly charged battery) stirred a great and furious anger at her and he proceeded to curse at her in broken english before vanishing into the bowels of the library. This time, campus police showed up, complete with pulling up with car on the sidewalk, and had a chat with the fellow as to how to speak to the ever-cool library staff.

I'll be watching for both of these in this week's policebeat.

Ergo* vi sa vi conquortently class...t-minus 5.5 hours and counting...

*Ergonomics Class: Prevention of Musculoskeletal Disorders

Val Kilmer vs. The Commies

Had a pre-finals movie night with the sisters tonight (The Saint and Top Gun). What do these movies have in common? Let's do a side by side comparison...

The Saint
about a thief
guy gets teh blonde
is ultimately a film about playing dress
references numerous catholic saints throughout film
the bad guys == post USSR russians with an "agenda"
Val Kilmer

Top Gun
about a boy and his figher jet plane
guy gets the blonde
JOIN THE NAVY!!!
some would argue Jerry Bruckheimer sold his soul to satan
bad guys == Commies in migs
Val Kilmer


While both of these movies seem to be as far apart on the spectrum as can be, at the root of it all, it's about Val Kilmer keeping the world safe for Democracy and flaunting his expertly frosted hair. and WTF with the chomping his teeth at Tom Cruise in Top Gun? I'll give a slice of pepper jack cheese to anyone that can give me an intelligent explanation for the reasoning behind it.

Sand volleyball scene in Top Gun > most

The week in review:
1. Ask me about nickel induced contact dermatitis and I'll show you a slide show.
2. Taco Tuesday > *
3. Applebees had 1/2 priced appetizers and I can no longer chug an Amberbock like I used to.
4. For the life of me, I can't remember Thursday, so it must have been good.
5. Friday rocked. Los with the sisters followed by studying and movie night...

And just out of curiousity, does anyone actually read this?

I've decided I don't sleep anymore. Sleep is beneath me. I was so tired this morning that I was stumbling around the house and dropping stuff. You know when you get so tired it feels like you're having a heart attack? Oh, ...I thought that happened to everyone... Anyway, I've been up and at it since 9-something yesterday morning and I feel like I could keep going for hours. Currently putting together a slide show presentation for the morning and it's going really well. Keep cleaning and editing and looking for more distrubing pictures. So far, I've got a nasty case of nickel induced eczema and dermatitis of the hands and ears. The cherry on top is a pic of a lady removing her arm. It can be viewed at http://www.alatheia.com/val-without-amputees-prosthetics.jpg . Be warned, it's already given one person the heebie-jeebies. Another good one is http://www.alatheia.com/nita-without-amputees-prosthetics.jpg .


Wow-nearly sneezed all over the screen.

Ate at Nick's for dinner tonight...good stuff, dug the atmosphere. I think I'll go back. Next time, sampling lots of beer though. 20 different types on tap. Yay@having another place to be carried out of...I mean stumble out of ... I mean *PYONG*

Sleep schedule still messed up. Chillin' at the parents' house for the duration of Thanksgiving, which is awesome. Now when I'm up late, I can go down to teh fridge and get some pimp left over turkey. I attacked some relish pickels like a ravenous hound earlier. Dug into some port wine cheese as well. Washed it all down with a scotch and water. Chevis Regal 0wns me hardcore. How cool is it when your Dad tells you that there's a new bottle in the pantry within 10 minutes of rolling into town. I rolled into town Wednesday afternoon.

The canyonero had to go into the shop to have its sick antenna doctored. Met up with Dad and his coworkers at the Green Grill and ended up joining in the staff Thanksgiving Dinner. I did my best to chew politely and be witty and professional. Granted, his staff is like one big funny family, but still wanted to make a good impression.

I'm a left-hand fraud: wear a watch on the right hand and hold the fork in the left hand and the knife in the right hand. The watch on the right hand is more comfortable and as for the eating...I consider that "European" and thus a superior way of eating. Do I look more sophisticated?

Thanksgiving Dinner with Family (Parents and Grandpa): turkey, ham, dressing, gravy, green bean casserole, creamed corn, mashed potatoes, sweet potatoes, peas, STUFFED MUSHROOMS, rolls, green salad, fruity/marshmallow salad, peacan pie, pumpkin pie...iced tea and coffee. AWESOME!

Have been spending lots of time sleeping and doing nothing. Life is good. Thanksgiving > *

"Relax"

80s semi-formal this weekend. Costumes were great in theory...in execution, some problems arose. For starters, of all the people in the room, less than 5 understood the tshirt that said "Frankie Says Relax." If you don't understand, let me know and I'll tell you all about it. Second major problem, party nightmare realized, I showed up wearing an identical outfit to another girl. And woe of woes, I think she pulled hers off better than I. Where mine was more of an homage to Flashdance, she had the whole Madonna thing going on, complete with lacy glove and lacy bow in hair. I had fishnet stockings and a way-short skirt going though. Until I put on my artfully deconstructed sweatshirt, my outfit of black patent leather shoes, scrunch-socks/legwarmers, fishnet tights, short demin skirt, and tank top screamed Jersey-streetwalker...it could be summed up in the phrase "How much." The hair do was painful-literally. I about cried trying to take down the haggared side-pony tail. Side pony tail + hair down + 1/4 ('cause i'm an amateur) White Rain aerosol ('cause aerosol works best AND i hate the environment...and the fumes are groovy) and I looked so "good" it hurt...teased hair, yikes.

Anyway, left the party feeling really old because no one understood the tshirt AND we realized that some of the people there were born in 1985/1986...DUDE-was IN SCHOOL those years...

In conclusion, I'm old, but learning to deal.

Other news...procrastinated on a paper. All have to do is fill in stuff and type things...at this pace, I'll be able to tell you all about later today's sunrise.

Sleep schedule is incredibly messed up. Over the past few weeks, have gotten into the habit of being up until around 2 or 3 and then waking at 8 for class, then coming home and sleeping for a few hours and finishing out the remainder of the day. It's not too bad of a deal, but sometimes it sucks when everyone has gone to bed and i'm still up and ready to go. Another thing I'm not too keen on is being down for 9 or 10 hours when I do get the chance to sleep as late as I please. It'd be cool to be able to run around during the day instead of sleeping through it. Oh well

Recipe for Beef Roast:

ingredients:
one beef roast (1/4 lb per person)
packet of onion soup
carrots, celery, potatoes

cook at 325 degrees 30 minutes per pound

Paper == 10 pages. Needs intro and conclusion. Fascinating eh?

Happy Birthday Nichole! killingmoon.net r0x my s0x *plug*

So the Victoria's Secret Fashion Show is on tv right now...and a woman in her underwear wearing angel wings is flying over the crowd while the score from Batman plays. Is this for real? I wonder how much of what is shown tonight will actually be sold in stores. Woah-that model has no eyebrows! And there's P. Diddy... Yeah, this is going to be fabulous and I'll have to watch part of this.

I love Victoria's Secret because of what it stands for: beauty, sexiness, and fabulous underpinnings. There's something about going into a Vicki's and picking out a new pair of underwear or getting a sweet and sexy smelling body lotion. Though most of the stuff in the store is designed for seduction, I prefer the tables of brightly colored cotton panties. I don't care how awful a day is, there's something about obtaining a new pair with that legendary signature waistband that brings a smile to my face. And the magic doens't end there...wearing them, besides the lack of wedgies and soft comfort, gives this sense of confidence. It's about knowing that no matter what happens, at the end of the day, I'm wearing a great pair of underwear. Pure Magic.

Apparently the tornado sirens were going off this morning-how 'bout that? Project finished...guy didn't have his stuff ready this morning so he's getting a spoon dropped on him by girl #1 this evening. That should be entertaining.

Andy brought back the outlaw sig. :w00t:

I hate group work.

In 15 hours we have to give presentations in one of my classes. This presentation will consist of walking to the front of the room, handing in the project packet (consisting of a title sheet, a brief description of the project, a chart, and a schematic) and then describing our project and explaining what we did for roughly five minutes. The system for completing said project is supposed to work like this: guy #1 makes the drawing while guy #2 makes the chart, both give me copies of their work which I make into power point slides after passing on a copy to the other group member, girl #1 (i'll be referred to as um, me). We already have the drawing, so it's all good there. The chart guy #2 is supposed to make consists of ONE PAGE with a minimal amount of chart components. Guy #2 has had ONE FULL WEEK to make this chart. I go to get said chart from guy #2 today so I can pass it along to girl #1 and make a powerpoint slide out of it...there is no chart. It does not exist. As mentioned before, this person had ONE FULL WEEK to complete this task. So tomorrow, I am going to collect said chart from guy #2, leaving girl #1 and myself FIVE HOURS to complete our end of the project (and in that FIVE HOURS, I will be taking a MAJOR TEST)...and we both have afternoon classes. Guy #2 better have that paper tomorrow or so help me, I'm going to have to drop a spoon...or more realistically do his part of the project. *sigh*

In other news, majority of work finished on the case study and on track to be finished with paper for Friday on Wednesday.

Spent today getting a better hold on the papers and taking a large chunk out great big paper #2. As I've been saying every day for a while, with any luck, I'll be finished tomorrow. And now for the goodness that is pepper jack cheese and beer. :w00t:

Where is the tv remote? It's been gone since around 5pm which means that when something displeasing is on tv, I just have to deal with it or get up and change the channel...further proof of how far I've come in the journey of becoming lazy. Really will need that tomorrow morning though to get up and get moving for school. I've had the same routine since spring '01 (how sad is it that have been in college so long, refer to things by the semester): wake up, turn on tv, lay there and watch, critique Suzanne Farmer's hair, makeup, and wardrobe, watch the news summary and Al Roker weather report, get up, get ready for school, leave. It's a simple routine, but it works and the tv is intrumental in everything running smootly. Without that remote, chances of going to class are cut in half.

Once again, the mexi-ranch at Applebees has appeased the bear within. Caught an early dinner with Jen then prowled the aisles of Wal-Mart, touching, smelling, and examining everything, which is quickly becoming a favorite past time of mine. I actually got out of there without buying anything, which is always a plus. You can pretty much find anything at Wal-Mart. And because the one in Murray is open 24/7, it's a good place to go wander around in the middle of the night when you're wide awake and there is nothing else to do. Once found a pair of light-up shoes there while shopping at 3am with Allison. Don't know who any of these people are yet-don't worry, you will. The last late night purchase was a pack of fake nose rings and a chinese zodiac necklace for the year of the monkey. If I had been born a month later, I would have been a cock...

Paper progress report: 3.5 pages.

Cyndi Lauper has a cd of love songs that you can order off the television. The commercial is hilarious in that "is this a SNL skit?" kind of way. Though nothing ordered off tv can ever be as disturbing as that Kids Bop Kids cd. There's just something about 6 year olds singing lyrics like "Love me when I'm gone" and "Save me from the nothing I've become." *shudder* Children of the Damned indeed...

Did I mention that on Thursday afternoon, I was standing in a room holding enough flammable liquid to leave a 1/2 mile deep crater in the ground should it explode? That's just a really weird feeling.

Heat rises...everywhere else on Earth except for in Waterfield Library.

Writing papers sucks. I just might be in hell.

Everything appears to be up and running now, but will still probably be tinkering with the color scheme in the future. Only time will tell how long I go before the newness wears off and this blog is abandoned with all the others. See, today was supposed to be dedicated to writing papers for classes, but turned into an exercise in procrastination instead. Making a frivilous web journal > writing papers due within a week.

Have all intentions of using this to comment on meaningless things...like the rant about how it's hard to find a burger for breakfast but few start serving until 10:30am. Hit two places this morning - McDonald's at 10:25 and Hardees at 10:31, only to be informed to burger for me. I've been running extra low on sleep lately and there's no food in the house...finally settled on Burger King at 10:35 for some charbroiled goodness which put me to sleep.

Only two more class meetings in Paducah. Having to drive forty-someodd miles for a class may seem inconvenient, but it's a good excuse to get out of Murray for a few hours every few weeks or so. Several papers are due for that class next weekend...procrastination ensues.

The day that started it all...