Diet Coke with Lime

Variety is the spice of life...which is why at 2:00 this morning, I got in my car and drove to the gas station so I could obtain a Diet Coke with Lime to sample. This stuff is the goodness. It will put a smile on your face and show your tastebuds who's boss. It's crisp and refreshing and way better than it's awful, awful lemon counter part. A quick comparion: Diet Coke with lime is for fun, Diet coke with lemon is for cleaning your countertops. Any questions?

Oscar Night

Throw your hands in the air and wave 'em like you don't care if you're tuning in tonight. As frivilous and trivial as they are, I live for awards shows and this is the mack daddy of them all. The dresses, the drama, the blubbering acceptance speeches...I'm a sap for all of this. People that should win: Johnny Depp > Sean Penn. Pirates of the Caribbean was by no means a cinematic masterpiece, but it would be refreshing to see someone win for a fun peformance rather than an emoting one. Bill Murray should get an Oscar just for being Bill freakin' Murray. The Lord of the Rings should win because LOTR > * and it better not be yet again robbed. It'd be cool to see Soffia Coppola win but the award SHOULD go to Peter Jackson for the most spectacular LOTR. If Clint Eastwood wins, as cool as he is, I will gnaw on my sandal. Supporting roles...still undecided. I think I'll decide right before they announce the winner. Charlize Theron looks like an in for Best Actress. I didn't see Monster, but the Academy seems to smile upon hotties that wreck their looks for a film.

aside:The Halle Berry/Charlize Theron Monster Connection

Monster's Ball: Halle Berry deglamorizes herself in a small release, rather gritty film with the word Monster in the title.
Monster: Charlize Theron deglamorizes herself in a small release, rather gritty film with the word Monster in the title.

Therefore: Charlize Theron will win tonight.

(and further proof that despite my protests, I don't have enough to do)

Oscar Night, continued

Original Screenplay: Lost in Translation or maybe in a surprise, Finding Nemo.
Adapted Screenplay: LOTR, though that horsey little film Seabiscuit could snatch it away because of it's feel-good overtones.
Best Original Song: wtf? I've never heard of any of these songs!!! Where's Eminem? Where's U2? Where the heck is Aerosmith?!?


Interview, Part 2

Second phase of the job interview tomorrow. I'm feeling more relaxed about it because I've not got some more interviewing experience under my belt and a better idea of the questions I may be asked. Still spending some time tonight researching more about the company and referring to my air sampling book to cram some more info into my head to better be able to answer those scenario questions. Sometimes I wonder why I entered such a technical field, but I can't see myself doing anything else. Wish me luck tomorrow, I'm just going to go be myself and do my best...or go get that job!

Spring Break...hurry up

It's a Saturday night and I just want to drop. Was up before 8 preparing for a job interview and after an afternoon of Cracker Barrel and antiquing in Hazel, here I am (one 2 hour nap later) finishing the chapter inventory. I'm tired and bloated and typing a detailed document on a Saturday night. I can't find my other printer cartridge to replenish the life blood of my printer and all I want right now is some Taco Bell and then to go to bed. But no-the house is gross and in shambles and most of my clothing is either still in my suitcase (400 miles in less than 24 hours-I'm an iron-woman!) and after tomorrow's bath, I've have no towels. I ran out of handtowls and have been using a giant bath towel. Yeah...can I start taking applications for a personal assistant right now?

Shopping

Last night I 0wned the mall. 2ish hours and the entire mall and Party Mart later, I triumphantly returned to Murray with:

American Eagle: 2 polo shirts
Gap: 2 long sleeved sheer shirts, 2 sleeveless tops, 2 skirts
JC Penny: business suit, black shoes, 2 pairs of hose, lilly scented body lotion (50% off rocks) and sunglasses (see previous comment), khaki pants
Clinique counter at Dillards: concealer and powder to get my free gift consisting of: 7 day scrub, dramatically different moisturizer, repairwear cream, high impact eyeshadow in foxy (love it!), lash curling mascara, glossware in some plum color, purse sized happy heart perfume. and a folding brush with a mirror.
Party Mart: 15 cans of Stroh's Light beer

Once bitten, twice bloody, swollen, and infected

Remember my mono rant? I had my lip looked at Thursday afternoon and after getting unanimous "EW!"s from all the nurses, the doctor, and the prof whose class I skipped to go to said doctors and nurses, I left for Illinois with antibiotics...which I filled yesterday. My lip itches like crazy because it's starting to heal, yet I can't touch it. It's oozing and the taste of it is making me sick. My mouth has been like this since Wednesday morning and I'm starting to get used to seeing myself with a festering sore in my mouth. At least it's on the bottom and inside of my mouth or people would, like, talk. I'm seriously considering getting a mouth guard to wear while sleeping because this is becoming a somewhat regular occurence and I don't know if I can handle biting myself in my sleep and getting an infection this bad again...like my lymph node is still swollen. You know what would make me feel better right now...Taco Bell.

Maturity

How does one mark the moment they became a mature adult? Is it the afternoon where all the paperwork needed to help the future move along more smoothly is submitted in a not-at-the-last-minute and done rather professionally manner? Is it when you find yourself giving business advice to someone over twice your age? Is it when you find yourself "talking shop" with professionals? Or is it when you finally learn to forget bad memories and start to remember only the good ones again? Perhaps maturing means that you've finally figured out a way to close the book of one volume of your life and grab another volume off the shelf and start writing...

Dinner

Salad with cheese and wine dressing, vegetable soup, steak medium well with baked potato, double chocolate cheesecake, scotch and water.

Life in Mono

Mononucleosis that is. That's right folks-I think I have mono. I'm chronically tired, my lip is infected, my glands are probably swollen, and I know I've probably been running warm lately. All of this points to one thing: chronic illness. I think I have mono...either that, or I'm really bored.


What do you Want to Do with Your Life?

...so? What is it that you want to do? I have to write an essay discussing my future career goals. You know...ask me what I want to do with my life and I can rattle it off in a few short sentences because I've learned to be very open and flexible with my plans for the future. A lot of my formative experiences have taught me to be very flexible and not too specialized with what I want to be/do because sometimes the best way to get from point A to be involves detours through points C, D, and E and wherever else life may take you. I don't like writing about myself...yet I keep this journal of life's little moments. But this is different because it's so randomized...this is small doses of every day life. Observations. Fact recording. The other...ruminating on a life to come.

Me, Myself, and I

from now on, I'm gonna be my own best friend... (great song)

Shot in the Foot Update

I've pulled it out at the buzzer...when I finish my essay tonight, I will be ready to pick up my letters of recommendation and submit everything. Now all I have to do is actually FIND the building where I'm supposed to take them. I've driven around the area a few times and am having a horrible time finding the place. Not cool at all because this totally contradicts my self-proclaimed "homing pigeon-like" sense of direction...that, and having once gotten lost in Clarksville, TN (where is the interstate?!?). Perhaps I just need a different set of directions? Finishing the suite inventory tomorrow evening and submitting it Thursday. With everything I have to do and with having to get to Illinois on Thursday, attending environmental is looking much less appealing...and probable.

Dreams

If you're one of my friends, chances are, I've had a dream about you lately. For some reason, I've assembled a cast of "regulars" which inhabit my dreams on a nightly basis. And all my dreams are the most noneventful visions...they usually involve just hanging out and having fun. No drama, no romance...the people in my dreams aren't even the people I consider myself closest to. Some people claim dreams are visions of what to come, or the answers to questions you have yet to ask...I think mine are just weird.

The Sub in the Fridge

I have part of a santa fe sub from quiznos in the fridge...i don't really want it, but I know that it NEEDS to be eaten. But right now, my hiccups are so bad, I think my chest is going to implode. But just a bit would taste pretty good about now.

I've Just Shot Myself in the Foot

As you read this, kids, keep in mind that the moral of this story is "DON'T YOU PROCRASTINATE!!!"

I've currently got an awesome cover letter in sitting in my printer that I'm too chicken to send because I haven't had it rechecked even through 4 people have said it's good to go. I spent all day writing this letter and ended up scrapping it around midnight to churn out a superior version of it. I'm terrible at writing cover letters because I feel like a braggart/cocky in the written word. Fortunately, I have no problem doing this in person, so round one of interviews-BRING IT! I have scholarship material that needs to be postmarked by March 1st, which requires sending sending transcript request forms all over creation because I've attended like 3 schools (but keep in mind I got my degree in 4 years...in fact, I got 2 degrees over the course of those 4 years-so don't forget to represent). I have to go to the post office to get stamps though because I became overly entreprenurial one day and sold all of mine. I need to eat something so my stomach doesn't implode and I die. I need to shower to leave the house to mail my stuff and eat. I have a test tomorrow that requires studying I haven't done all weekend and I have (WANT!) to go to a gathering tonight after class. And I've got a class tomorrow that I can't/shouldn't miss but want to because I feel it's the only way I can get all of this done. Did I mention I have to inventory the suite and have all of this done by Thursday because I have to be in Illinois by 5pm on Friday? GAH! So see, kids, had I started on some of this stuff earlier/done it right the first time, I would be employed, have my stuff finished, aced that test, been finished inventorying by now. BAH!!!

Sometimes

Sometimes at night I cannot sleep and my thoughts drift to all the things that I could have been. If you write it down on paper, it just doens't look right. I suppose that's one of fate's way of saying it was never supposed to be... The truth will always sound better than possibility.


Anime Observation

You ever notice that in anime on adult swim, you only hear actual curse words near the end of the series?

I need to get the complete season of Cowboy Bebop. I'm going to be The Real Folk Blues-ing myself to sleep tonight

Carrie Afterall

Tonight marked the end of the cultural phenomenon/alternate universe that was Sex and the City. After crying, laughing, and girlie-shrieking with delight with a great girlfriend of mine...we turned off the tv, satisfied at how it all ended. The ending was happy, but best of all, it was true. And tonight, with all the characters true colors shining the brightest, it was easiest to decide which gal we identify with the most. After all these years, I was right, I'm a CARRIE afterall.

Free?

Feeling incredibly tied down today and I just want to run out the door and escape. Free from school work, free from duties and obligations, free from worry, free from all things. Free from illness, free from guilt, free from worrying that if I upset someone or don't do everything right, they will literally die. I'm guilt ridden right now because I didn't drop everything and go running across town. I'm thinking about getting a place for just myself to live next year because I miss having my own life. I miss having a place to myself and a space in this world just for me-where only I step foot. I miss sleeping in the middle of the bed. The purpose of me spending $80 on a really nice mini-fridge has been circumvented. If I get a house, I'll never have a piece of this world that is just mine again, I'll forever be longing for space just to myself. I'm too young for all of this and I'm afriad the novelty has worn off...I want to pack a bag and just leave for the weekend. I want to go home. I want to move away.

Unwanted

I'm also feeling incredibly unwanted and excluded right now. Perhaps if I hadn't lost myself and been absorbed by someone else, this situation would be different. Perhaps if I weren't a girl, I'd fit in just fine. I'm living outside my realm and am about to finally be smacked by that.

More Guilt

I feel guilty for having thought all of this. I just want to get away. Please don't read this and fall to the floor and die.

A Bowl a Day...

Of oatmeal, that is. It apparently sucks the cholesterol right out of your body. I don't know my cholesterol count, but the last time I had it checked (early in my college career), it was Incredibly low. Hopefully it still is, but a fiber-full life can't hurt. All my tox readings have rekindled my interest in antioxidants and nutrition based cancer prevention. I had gone on a high fiber kick in the past and life was pretty good. No harm in trying it again, only this time, I won't od on broccoli, cauliflower, beans...you get the idea what happened there. So now, in addition to declaring Sugar as the Devil!-I'm going to eat fiber as Burkitt proposed for his theory of high fiber and disease prevention. Project!

The Silence of the Lambs

It's on cinemax again and I broke down and am watching it-again! Put the Lotion in the Basket! I'm having an old friend for dinner! This movie 0wns.

South Park/Chappelle Wednesday Nights

This is becoming a highlight of my week. Good shows and good company. An explanation to all there last night-sorry if I seemed off or pissy or glum when I arrived last night. I had just spent some time coaching some people on how to break bad news to someone. Never pleasant.

Toyota Information Session

Toyota is in Murray, KY and they want Safety Engineers. I'm not graduating in time to take a full time position nor will I be able to complete a 3-rotation co-op with them. But this is a good chance to get some pizza and learn about the company. I'm getting really excited about starting a career and yet I'm not quite ready to give up my college way of life.

What's up with the Leopard Rooms?

Now I'm watching Room Raiders on MTV and a guy is looking at yet another leopard room. What's with all the leopard rooms? It seems like 1 out of every 4 girls I know has a leopard print room. I don't like the leopard print all that much. It's too sexual for my tastes. Besides, I'm not cool enough for the leopard print. leopard print > me.

The Pan-pants

Familiar with greek mythology? Remember Pan? The guy with the legs of a goat and a whistle? I have these great Bill Blass "velveteen jeans" which are brown, fuzzy, very comfortable, but look nice enough to work as pin attire/church clothes. However, whenever I wear them (especially with heels), every time I look down and see the brown, fuzzy legs attached to my body, I feel like Pan. Could someone get me a whistle?

Catching up with the Rest of the World

Murray, KY is catching up with modern times. This weekend, a guy killed his girlfriend and hid her body under a bed. Everyone is shocked, but I'm just having flashbacks to when this same thing happened in Carbondale, behind my apartment complex. Some guy just went nuts and cut his girlfriend's throat, nearly decapitating her. This is what happens in the real world...people go crazy and kill their significant others. When the shock wears off, you just thank your lucky stars that the people you love haven't harmed you. With Murray being a smaller campus, it's especially shocking because here, pretty much everybody knows everybody.

Last week, someone was hit by a car. Apparently, they are going to be okay, but once again, another incident which made me think back to the Carbondale days, where at least one person was hit by a car every other week. This includes that time when I saw a girl on bicycle hit and die on the sidewalk.

The Murray Place-Lewis Park Connection... Lewis Park used to be a brand new, sparkling, awesome apartment complex, set up much like Murray Place is. My Mom lived there in the 70s and it was awesome. However, something changed over the years and Lewis Park went from being a nice place to live with lots of ammenities to a place where drugs are exchanged, wild and violent parties are thrown, and people are assaulted in their homes. When I see the trash fall from the sky (people tossing their beer cans and vomit from the balconies), watch the cops pull up out front, and hear of incidents that take place on the property (stalkers, kicked in doors, drunken intruders), I can't help but shudder and fear that all of this will some day go the way of Lewis Park. Maybe I'm getting old and thus less resilient to this place. Maybe the building I lived in last year was sparsely populated enough that nothing too terribly exciting ever occurred. Could it have something to do with not being able to see stuff rain down when you're on the top floor? Or perhaps I feel we're all being strong-armed by management and I've finally had enough.

Ouch

I bit my lip really hard yesterday and now it's swollen and infected. Great, I said in italics.

Sometimes I become disoriented

I've moved 3 times in 6 months, so naturally I get disoriented from time to time. This probably explains why earlier I walked into the living room, wanting to go to the kitchen. I'm already contemplating my next move, either in May and again in August or just in August. Sometimes I just want to renew my lease here so I won't have to freakin' move again. My folks are also moving this summer. Goodbye St. Louis area, hello Springfield! Not official but I'd put money on this happening. I'm very happy for their move, but that could bring this summer's moving total to moving 3 times. Or something of that sort.

FIRE DRILL!!!

Tonight I have to stand in front of a room full of girls in dress shoes and tell them they can't take the elevator from the third floor to the first floor. It's no big deal in theory, but still being mentally scarred by junior high, I expect them all to throw things at me.

Hungry

I want food, but I'm not sure what kind I want.

Happy Valentine's Day

Got a steak and super dodgeball for gameboy advance. In the few v-day's I've had with SOs in the picture-this has been the best. Low key, no drama, lots of fun...this is how it should be.

Crispex

Yeah, that little box of them I had earlier...I think they were stale.

LOSER

Something happened the other day that I thought was really funny but the other party doesn't remember and now I feel like an asshole. I suck. [i]GREAT[/i]

Rafferty's Steaks 0wn your mouf!

see aforementioned statement. the garlic roast mashed potatoes aren't half bad either

War on Soda

I'm going to attempt to greatly reduce the amount of soda I consume. Initial efforts involve keeping fresh brewed iced tea on hand. Will supply updates as necessary.

Non-eventful Week

The week in a nutshell:
Studied, studied, difficulty sleeping, woke up so tired I was having chest painstest, chicken, study, meetings/workshops, studying, class, test, South Park and Chapelle (What'd the 5 fingers say to the face? *SLAP*!), sleep, wally, tshirts, sleep, sleep, lunch with TCC, haircut, sleep, study, bees...


TWICE!!! TWO TIMES!!!

Just thinking of this phrase makes me want to eject liquid out my nose.

BEES

I spent entirely way too much time and money at Applebees. I'm seriously thinking stock in that place would be a good idea at this point. Ate both my meals there today. (Which makes me wonder if there is such a thing as an Applebees meal plan and if I can get one.) Started the morning with blackened chicken salads with Barrie, our Traveling Chapter Consultant. Barrie is so awesome and cool-will say the same thing I said last time she came to our chapter, "I want to be like Barrie when I grow up." Went back there this evening for a late evening with teh boy and some friends. Started out thinking it'd just be Devin, Jen, James, and myself. Then they brought Hodes, which was cool 'cause he rocks. Then Belcher and Kitty showed up, so we annexed the corner 3/4 circle booth. I ate until I hurt, but after a week of living off cans of tuna, tacos, and pizza, it was nice to just sit down and eat a real meal with courses (chicken wings, salad, blondie dessert). I will sleep good tonight, but shouldn't make a practice of eating like that-especially so late at night because I will literally burst and that would suck.

Greg Dirrty...

...coming soon to an internet near you.


Alternate Lyrics to Who Needs Sleep

A late snack
A bunk whack
I'm so tired
I think I'm gonna have a heart attack

Watch the documentary Barenaked in America and this will make more sense

Beer and Board Games

Tonight > *. Assorted "beverages" with my roomies and the petersons == good times. Started with some trivial persuit and 80s music, changed to some twister, ended in Gibson's room watching videos on the computer. Good times. Couldn't have asked for a cooler group of people or more awesome roommates. Oh, and domino's dots are good too. Next outing...thinking that one will be "Drinks and Duckhunt." Still wondering what the guys were talking about during the guy-talk portion of the evening. News for the fellows though-Shaina and I girl-talked...and I'll never tell what was said.


Edinburgh

I may "be from" there soon. Will post updates as pertinent.


All the Things I Never Said

I have a five minute monologue in my head that I've been working on for the past several weeks, but I'll never have the balls to just recite it. It'd take far more liquor and inhibition to get me to just let loose with it, but oh, it's good. I will some day and it'll just be amazing and weird and strange. What good things in life aren't strange. It'll be one of those things that I wish I had never just busted out with, but 10 years from then, I'll be glad I did. I'm thinking it'll end something like "if you're ever in Las Vegas..." and I'll make up the rest as I go along. But that right there...that's the money phrase.


The Toxicology Cha-Cha

Methanol, when consumed, attacks the retinal nerve in the eye, rendering the person that consumed it blind. There is, however, an antidote. Simply administer ethanol to the person who has consumed the methanol to counteract the poisonous effects. Where to obtain this? In the liquor cabinet! For those un-schooled in the coolness of organic chemistry, ethanol is consumption-grade alcohol. If you get the person drunk enough, their eyesight will be saved.

Take That Paypal!

Finally added money to my paypal account. Hopefully by tomorrow, I will have become brave enough to bid on my first item. Looks like if I actually bid on it, I may get it. I'm a bit scared to beacuse it's such a good deal, I'm curious as to why no one else had bid on it.

Rain...

It's just gross outside. Rivers are flowing through campus and it's been raining all day-cold rain at that. Blech.



Obsession

I've become obsessed with Vera Bradley bags. At least twice a day for the past few days, I've spent my afternoons and evenings looking at and for "vera" bags on the internet and ebay. I purchased a small jewelry case for myself (in Maisson Blue, for those interested parties) and it's amazing. The fabric is soft and the bag smells of roses. Everything fits in there nicely...my new moment of zen is sitting at my desk and staring at my new jewelry case. This can't be healthy. But even though I don't carry purses often when school is in session, I've decided I want-make that-NEED! a vera mimi backpack and a pocketwallet and accessories...and one of those pocketbooks with the thin straps. I need that too. This can't be healthy.

EBay Blues

Can't open paypal account because I can't get confirmation numbers. Can't get confirmation numbers because bank site is closed. Can't get...blah. Everyone I've talked to has proclaimed the ease of using pay pal, yet it does nothing but sass me. I'm glad it's requiring so much authorization for security, but it's really frustrating.

Another Reason to be Gainfully Employed...

Afternoon tv is awful! Right now I'm watching that 1997 J-LO suspense thriller Anaconda because there is NOTHING ELSE ON!!! I don't do soap operas nor do i do game shows. I'm CNN/CSPANNED out and talk shows aren't my bag. While I could pop in a movie and watch that, there's really nothing here that sounds too awesome right now. Actually, I WANT to watch some Survivor right now. The "Behind the Scenes of..." show on VH1 has put me in the mood watch people live in the jungle and eat rats. But yeah, if I had something to occupy my Monday afternoons, I wouldn't be complaining about this right now eh?

GROUNDHOG DAY

'Ol Punx. Phil saw the shadow. Six weeks of winter to come. Our winter is currently falling out of the sky in liquid form and coloring the world a dismal shade of gray. Seasonal affective disorder, here we go...

Stuper Bowl

Patriots win, Panthers lose, game was lame 'til Janet's boob!

Everything old was new again at this year's Super Bowl. The football season was capped off with a game that was nonexistent until near half time, the half time entertainment played songs that were popular in 1998, and it seemed like for the first time in nfl history, a superbowl game would go into overtime. The game itself wasn't that great, but the world is now enthralled with Janet Jackson's breast coming out of her shirt. I've even started hearing conspiracy theories over that one. Don't really see how this is a big deal, being college age and unphaseable, am thoroughly unimpressed. Image appeared on internet within a half hour of the um, incident. Millions of young boys watching at home suddenly hit puberty...or some lame joke to that effect.

Overall, I liked the company better than the game.

Midnight Chili

There is a pot of AWESOME chili on the stove. It should be ready to go by 2-someodd am. Needs to boil down some more and thicken up...flavors need to permeate mixture. Taste bud ownage to ensue. Anyone in the house is welcome to help themselves.

Chinese Way of Saying "I hope your year sucks!" ???

"May you live in interesting times" ... interesting times-the Chinese used to say this about uncertain futures and perhaps times of turmoil, if I remember this high school lesson completely. Uncertain future-yes. Time of turmoil, hopefully not. Interesting, indeed.

I just fired myself, so spare yourself the trouble. Yada yada yada, I went ahead and renamed this blog. For my readers out there (all two of you), enjoy.

The Weird Girl

Am I on the verge of making an ass of myself on a daily basis? Why this sudden outburt of 'odd' behavior. It's like junior high and I'm a weenie. If all of this sounds cryptic...see aforementioned statement (weenie). I can't even vacuum the house without singing and mumbling to myself. Heck, I'm even annoying myself. I'll get over it someday.

It Itches!

Dry weather wrecking havoc on the skin. Have been scratching which provide me relief and those around me entertainment.

Call Me The Dude

Big Lebowski owns my face! Funny story about that movie: Flashback, junior year of high school, March 6, 1998 (I have this freakish ability to remember most dates EXACTLY)... loaded my friends into ye ole Crown Victoria to go see The Big Lebowski in Fairview Heights. Most teenage girls would want to kick my arse for taking them to see a movie about a soiled rug and people who bowl, but Tara and Kristen understood my Steve Buscemi obsession ('cause he's Mr. PINK, yo!) and humored me. After eating dinner at Joe's Crabshack, headed to the theater, only to find it was SOLD OUT. Instead, we went to the multi-story parking garage at St. Elizabeth's Hospital in Belleville and recreated the spitting scene from Titanic from the top level. All was fine and well until this rent-a-cop with man-boobs and a bad attitude came up to us and threatened us with arrest. Pointless story short, never got to see the movie in a theater, nearly got arrested, have lame story to tell 6 years later. The end.

Oh, and we watched that movie last night. That was fun times too. :w00t: