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...