Today was the day I learned something quite interesting. By January, a surprisingly large number of my friends will be leaving--and not just graduating, I mean leaving the big country. Gone. And while for a few it's only like a semester or so, I don't know about the rest of them.
Laurel is going to Ireland to study abroad for the semester. HCB is moving to South Korea for teaching/PhD stuffs (and holy FUCK don't get me started on that now). And as of today, Cira is moving to Germany. Cira, my little freshman, the one person on staff who I could probably say knew me the best, even though she didn't know me the longest. The two of us were so like-minded...but now she's gone, and who the hell knows who's replacing her next semester.
Fuck.....it's one thing to leave Vermillion. It's another thing to leave North America. :/
Tuesday, December 20, 2011
Saturday, September 24, 2011
What Is This...
Gah, what sort of weird shit is this?? Today I make friends with a grad student in my cultural studies class who likes to talk a LOT (however, he proved to be extremely useful in helping me come up with my paper topic). When I'm finally sick of the talking on Facebook I go offline. Just before midnight, I get a text from HCB asking if I'm still alive...
Wait. What? He's texting me to see how I'm doing all because he hasn't heard/seen from me in a week? This is....well, this is new to me. For the most part.Which led my reaction to be "You bastard, you just made me go d'awwwww for showing concern for me!" D:
Gawd.
Wait. What? He's texting me to see how I'm doing all because he hasn't heard/seen from me in a week? This is....well, this is new to me. For the most part.Which led my reaction to be "You bastard, you just made me go d'awwwww for showing concern for me!" D:
Gawd.
Wednesday, September 21, 2011
Bad Ideas at 3 AM
It's late. So very late. And I have studying to do still. Shit....
I've realized that I have a cap to giving a shit about things. Last week was stressful as hell, extremely stressful. Now that the week has come and gone, I've pretty much quit giving a shit and have started enjoying life a little.
Then again, I'm afraid that the past couple of days I've shot my mouth off far too often to my own liking, and about stuff that may have pissed some people off. Again, I don't really care, and besides, if they get to know me longer they'll see I'm not usually such a bitch.
But still. I'm borderline stressed as it is, I'm only going to get more stressed as the week goes on...and I really should get back to work so that the stress doesn't get even worse tonight. :/
I've realized that I have a cap to giving a shit about things. Last week was stressful as hell, extremely stressful. Now that the week has come and gone, I've pretty much quit giving a shit and have started enjoying life a little.
Then again, I'm afraid that the past couple of days I've shot my mouth off far too often to my own liking, and about stuff that may have pissed some people off. Again, I don't really care, and besides, if they get to know me longer they'll see I'm not usually such a bitch.
But still. I'm borderline stressed as it is, I'm only going to get more stressed as the week goes on...and I really should get back to work so that the stress doesn't get even worse tonight. :/
Saturday, August 27, 2011
It's Been a Long Day.
It's times like these that I'm reminded that one person can only make things more inconvenient. Also, I'm capable of choosing my friends, and that those friends know what I'm capable of and what I've proven to be good at. I don't have to be friends with my boss, which was evident last year for sure. Besides, every spelling typo I come across now just makes me want to crawl into a ball and cringe...how do you live past legal drinking age without the ability to spell residents right using Microsoft Word? Was it too fucking difficult to turn on your Spellcheck? Probably, considering how often the HD has not only misspelled shit that didn't have a decent excuse like Spellcheck missing the correct usage of your/you're, but she also is late to EVERYTHING. Don't you dare try and tell me that you're organized and try to be as objective as possible when that person is the one who's also late to every CA training session, couldn't get to us applications till yesterday, decided who to hire an hour after interviewing everyone, and still act like a fucking 12-year-old who uses 'legit' in presentations and likes to bash country music and preach folk/bluegrass music....oh, wait. Bluegrass IS country music. Like she didn't come off like a hypocrite already...
I swear, if she makes any more immature backhanded comments....she's going to see my adult side.
Still pissed that someone stole my sweatshirt today, though. >:/
I swear, if she makes any more immature backhanded comments....she's going to see my adult side.
Still pissed that someone stole my sweatshirt today, though. >:/
Tuesday, August 9, 2011
4th Floor Whore 4Eva
I try to stay positive, I really do. I want to be able to say that it's no big deal, and that this semester will be awesome and great and stress-free. But I just can't. Just because they put me on 4th floor--again--for the second year in a row--doesn't mean that I'm a second thought and that housing could care less about me. Even though I never wanted an all-girls floor, that doesn't mean they think I deserve whatever-the-fuck-am-I-thinking.
Exactly. What am I thinking? That housing really couldn't give a shit about what you request. Ahh you want the co-ed Honors floor? Well fuck you, we'll put you on sky-high all-girls 4th floor! Don't worry, you'll only have to put up with 60 girls pumped full of estrogen and tears, and the ceiling only leaks every other day when the snow melts off the roof.
Why is it my only saving grace is the fact that I know I now have a large whiteboard waiting for me next to my door, and my window faces the south. Nothing like Burger King outside your window to remind you of home just a little more.
I'm psyched that I have Laurel and Cira on my staff, I really am! Even though I don't even know how much they'll be around for training, since marching band has practice in the next week or so or whatever. But save for Joe, whom I'm hoping won't follow me around like a frigging dog for the next two weeks, I don't really know my staff. Is that a big deal? Nah. But knowing them, they'll insist we sit together as staff during the entirety of training, and on top of dressing up in ridiculous outfits for the 'bonding' I'm sure they'll still insist on still doing the icebreakers every day. FML.
I swear, this job needs a disclaimer saying that prior acting experience is required. I'm definitely not feeling the enthusiasm now, I doubt I'll feel it when training actually starts up (fuck, 9am training?!), and I know I won't feel it when they make us act out some lame-ass skit because it's supposed to bring about 'bonding'. BS.
.........I'm also starting to think that I should get out of TracFone. I'm cool with my phone and all, and I've been lucky with their services. Annnnnd then I found out that I can receive international texts, but can't send them. Wtf? From the looks of it now, TracFone doesn't allow international texting. Well guess what. That CA job is a source of income, and I'm starting to think it's time I switch to Verizon or something. Prepaid or contract, idk. It's a vulnerable time for me, one where people could convince me to go into shitty phone contracts or lure me into horrible phone providers. But Verizon is by far the most popular around here, and since my uncle had to show my mom that Android phones have an app for listening to police scanners...hmmm.
Exactly. What am I thinking? That housing really couldn't give a shit about what you request. Ahh you want the co-ed Honors floor? Well fuck you, we'll put you on sky-high all-girls 4th floor! Don't worry, you'll only have to put up with 60 girls pumped full of estrogen and tears, and the ceiling only leaks every other day when the snow melts off the roof.
Why is it my only saving grace is the fact that I know I now have a large whiteboard waiting for me next to my door, and my window faces the south. Nothing like Burger King outside your window to remind you of home just a little more.
I'm psyched that I have Laurel and Cira on my staff, I really am! Even though I don't even know how much they'll be around for training, since marching band has practice in the next week or so or whatever. But save for Joe, whom I'm hoping won't follow me around like a frigging dog for the next two weeks, I don't really know my staff. Is that a big deal? Nah. But knowing them, they'll insist we sit together as staff during the entirety of training, and on top of dressing up in ridiculous outfits for the 'bonding' I'm sure they'll still insist on still doing the icebreakers every day. FML.
I swear, this job needs a disclaimer saying that prior acting experience is required. I'm definitely not feeling the enthusiasm now, I doubt I'll feel it when training actually starts up (fuck, 9am training?!), and I know I won't feel it when they make us act out some lame-ass skit because it's supposed to bring about 'bonding'. BS.
.........I'm also starting to think that I should get out of TracFone. I'm cool with my phone and all, and I've been lucky with their services. Annnnnd then I found out that I can receive international texts, but can't send them. Wtf? From the looks of it now, TracFone doesn't allow international texting. Well guess what. That CA job is a source of income, and I'm starting to think it's time I switch to Verizon or something. Prepaid or contract, idk. It's a vulnerable time for me, one where people could convince me to go into shitty phone contracts or lure me into horrible phone providers. But Verizon is by far the most popular around here, and since my uncle had to show my mom that Android phones have an app for listening to police scanners...hmmm.
Saturday, August 6, 2011
A Quickie Letter
Dear Subaru,
Your commercial for the Forester makes me feel all sorts of emotions. First, the editor in me feels that forester is a weird way to spell this word. Second, the music feels too damn catchy. Third, you do realize that my lifelong goal is that when I have children, I will have three boys. No arguments. Sooo when I realized your commercial not only showed three boys in the backseat of the Forester, but that all three were lil hockey boys....
No. I will not buy your vehicle, now. My boys will be little midget car racers, then sprint cars, then the big leagues. I will resist this future portrayed, even if the implications make me giggle all ebil-like.
Sincerely,
Me.
(I will be hell for whoever decides to tie me down, I swear...)
Your commercial for the Forester makes me feel all sorts of emotions. First, the editor in me feels that forester is a weird way to spell this word. Second, the music feels too damn catchy. Third, you do realize that my lifelong goal is that when I have children, I will have three boys. No arguments. Sooo when I realized your commercial not only showed three boys in the backseat of the Forester, but that all three were lil hockey boys....
No. I will not buy your vehicle, now. My boys will be little midget car racers, then sprint cars, then the big leagues. I will resist this future portrayed, even if the implications make me giggle all ebil-like.
Sincerely,
Me.
(I will be hell for whoever decides to tie me down, I swear...)
Friday, August 5, 2011
This Really Has No Point To It
Ugh. In my reminiscing of Nancy Drew games, I'm starting to notice random crap that I otherwise never cared to notice until now. I otherwise wasn't a big fan of the Scarlet Hand one 'cause frankly I could care less about Mayan stuff, but it has a strange place in my heart solely with the Verm reference. Trust me, it feels weird when you're dialing your own area code into a game.
The Phantom of Venice was always one I avoided playing because some of the puzzles are a serious pain in the ass. I don't know what I hate more, the filling/draining pits to find the end, the filling/draining meters to end the game, the horrible dancing shit, the damn scopa that is otherwise very fun when you're not cursing at it for screwing you over.....and yet I feel like it's by far one of the best storylines they've had in the games. Sure, I love some of the others for their locations and characters and plots, but there was something about having to cross into the dark side to get the job done that made it much more...intriguing.
Then I just had to go and reinstall White Wolf. Where it never dawned on me that oh shit, it's set in Canada. And now everything Canada-related plagues me and makes me either want to shake my head, cry, or insultingly giggle at every moment. I didn't notice with any amount of caring that there was a big maple leaf behind the desk. I didn't realize that the character from Toronto has the most stereotypical Norwegian/Canadian accent I've ever heard, now that I know no one from there actually sounds like that. I'm scared of what else I'm going to come across. D:
I knew I should've bought the cheap download version of the one in New Orleans. I've been itching to play it and its semi-creepiness just because I've been reading a couple books set there. Although I really should download Blackmoor Mansion too then...
Anyways. HCB decided to delete his grad school account, so I gave him crap for it. Now I can compliment his little bro's awesomeness around people who actually know his little bro. :3
At least he waited till I got his home account before deleting the grad one. And I was due to give him crap for something, since it's been about a week since he bothered me two days in a row. I like to think he may actually miss me just a *teeny* bit. The bastard.
The Phantom of Venice was always one I avoided playing because some of the puzzles are a serious pain in the ass. I don't know what I hate more, the filling/draining pits to find the end, the filling/draining meters to end the game, the horrible dancing shit, the damn scopa that is otherwise very fun when you're not cursing at it for screwing you over.....and yet I feel like it's by far one of the best storylines they've had in the games. Sure, I love some of the others for their locations and characters and plots, but there was something about having to cross into the dark side to get the job done that made it much more...intriguing.
Then I just had to go and reinstall White Wolf. Where it never dawned on me that oh shit, it's set in Canada. And now everything Canada-related plagues me and makes me either want to shake my head, cry, or insultingly giggle at every moment. I didn't notice with any amount of caring that there was a big maple leaf behind the desk. I didn't realize that the character from Toronto has the most stereotypical Norwegian/Canadian accent I've ever heard, now that I know no one from there actually sounds like that. I'm scared of what else I'm going to come across. D:
I knew I should've bought the cheap download version of the one in New Orleans. I've been itching to play it and its semi-creepiness just because I've been reading a couple books set there. Although I really should download Blackmoor Mansion too then...
Anyways. HCB decided to delete his grad school account, so I gave him crap for it. Now I can compliment his little bro's awesomeness around people who actually know his little bro. :3
At least he waited till I got his home account before deleting the grad one. And I was due to give him crap for something, since it's been about a week since he bothered me two days in a row. I like to think he may actually miss me just a *teeny* bit. The bastard.
Wednesday, July 27, 2011
God Loves All Prayers, Dammit
In high school, a large part of my involvement on the newspaper staff was copyediting and laying out the opinion section. In college, I went from writing for the opinion section, to opinion's assistant editor, to the opinion copyeditor. Now after that much involvement, I've quickly learned that I'm not cut out for writing OpEds. I'm too moderate for it, as in I can't yell "YES THIS IS THE WAY THINGS SHOULD BE." Maybe I just prefer the devil's advocate perspective. However, I've come to appreciate the fact that other people are capable of creating a strong opinion for one side of a story....even if their opinions and the reasoning behind them just comes off as ignorant.
Such frustrating opinions have come up with the perfect prayer, given live for the very first time. AKA the NASCAR invocation given at Nashville last weekend.
(Now bear with me, because I abhor going on long-winded rants involving religion or politics. But the responses on the interwebs have been just ridiculous, and urged me to rant.)
The first time I saw it, I thought it was funny as hell. Then I had to watch it a second time. And a third time. After the tenth or so time I watched it, I fell in love. THIS is how prayers should be given. From a public speaking perspective, it was confident, heartfelt, urged his audience to listen to him and listen well, and evoked emotions from the audience--for the vast majority, that initial emotion was surprise and laughter. From a logical standpoint, his audience could tell that he was honest about what he was saying in his invocation, and it was genuine, and it made you want to yell AMEN as loud as you could when he was finished.
Yet it amazes me that there are people out there who would consider this prayer to be "in poor taste." And at an even greater irony, it seems to be the devout Christians who have taken the greatest insult to injury. Because of course, those who pray the most MUST be experts at it, and would of course be the first to say, "Ur doin it wrong!!1!"
The people I love to hate are those who then spout off what prayers really should be like, saying, "One should be respectful, reverent, and remember who they are talking to." All I'm reading is bullshit, bullshit, and WTF? Might I ask who we are praying to again? I thought we were praying to our Creator and the man who died for our sins. Died for our sins the way some people have died to protect our freedom. I thought through prayer, we were striving to have to closest possible relationship with Him, without judgement. Yet what this poor preacher has put up with is judgement from fellow Christians about whether or not his prayer was worthy of God.
Not to mention that the insignificant amount of condemnation coming from the public hasn't had a leg to stand on to explain away their reasoning. One ESPN columnist (whose credibility hinged on the fact that his father was a minister) had attempted explaining the negative aspect, but even then, his explanation included the preacher trying to "market" himself, perpetuating the "hillbilly" image of NASCAR, and taking away attention from the race winner and the race itself.
1) "Marketing" a pastor/minister is about as effective as trying to convert an atheist into a Muslim. The fact the columnist even considered this tactic feels absurd, like he was grasping for that third point in his high school English paper.
2) As one reader responded to his article, "I couldn't care less about what the people who look at NASCAR as a Hillbilly sport think. Nothing is going to change their minds." Couldn't have said it better myself. Although, I'd also add that true NASCAR fans wouldn't quit watching the sport just because they found one invocation not up to their standards.
3) Race? What race? I don't think NASCAR's had a legitimately attention-capturing race since David Ragan finally won a Sprint Cup race. Before that would be Trevor Bayne's Daytona win. And while the road race in Wisconsin was entertaining, it was more annoying to see Ron Fellows lose out on an awesome victory and Jacques Villeneuve have so many run-ins on the track. Carl Edwards won another race, wooooooo....we would have made a bigger deal if a squirrel had run onto the track.
Puh-lease. How about praising the fact that he was a minister who preferred giving an invocation that people would actually listen to, instead of a ho-hum prayer read directly from a book (or if they were really daring, memorized it). And I can't exactly blame the women who wouldn't appreciate their man telling the entire viewing audience that he thought she was smoking hot, because some are incredibly sensitive about PDA.....but other than the forever-lame debate about whether calling a woman "hot" is insulting, I'd find this preacher's public display of love to be incredibly endearing. I could only hope that the others are just hiding behind the sensitivity to hide the fact that their husbands don't publicly pray for them. Hmmmm....something to think about.
Maybe God will forgive you for believing that there is a "wrong" way to pray, especially when it was a prayer that was honest and came from the heart. In the meantime, maybe NASCAR should be more concerned about the real reason why fans are losing interest in the sport.
(Haha, the sentence "You don't like the way the minister prayed? Well God doesn't like the way you pray, either" just came to mind. I chuckled to myself.) :3
Such frustrating opinions have come up with the perfect prayer, given live for the very first time. AKA the NASCAR invocation given at Nashville last weekend.
(Now bear with me, because I abhor going on long-winded rants involving religion or politics. But the responses on the interwebs have been just ridiculous, and urged me to rant.)
The first time I saw it, I thought it was funny as hell. Then I had to watch it a second time. And a third time. After the tenth or so time I watched it, I fell in love. THIS is how prayers should be given. From a public speaking perspective, it was confident, heartfelt, urged his audience to listen to him and listen well, and evoked emotions from the audience--for the vast majority, that initial emotion was surprise and laughter. From a logical standpoint, his audience could tell that he was honest about what he was saying in his invocation, and it was genuine, and it made you want to yell AMEN as loud as you could when he was finished.
Yet it amazes me that there are people out there who would consider this prayer to be "in poor taste." And at an even greater irony, it seems to be the devout Christians who have taken the greatest insult to injury. Because of course, those who pray the most MUST be experts at it, and would of course be the first to say, "Ur doin it wrong!!1!"
The people I love to hate are those who then spout off what prayers really should be like, saying, "One should be respectful, reverent, and remember who they are talking to." All I'm reading is bullshit, bullshit, and WTF? Might I ask who we are praying to again? I thought we were praying to our Creator and the man who died for our sins. Died for our sins the way some people have died to protect our freedom. I thought through prayer, we were striving to have to closest possible relationship with Him, without judgement. Yet what this poor preacher has put up with is judgement from fellow Christians about whether or not his prayer was worthy of God.
Not to mention that the insignificant amount of condemnation coming from the public hasn't had a leg to stand on to explain away their reasoning. One ESPN columnist (whose credibility hinged on the fact that his father was a minister) had attempted explaining the negative aspect, but even then, his explanation included the preacher trying to "market" himself, perpetuating the "hillbilly" image of NASCAR, and taking away attention from the race winner and the race itself.
1) "Marketing" a pastor/minister is about as effective as trying to convert an atheist into a Muslim. The fact the columnist even considered this tactic feels absurd, like he was grasping for that third point in his high school English paper.
2) As one reader responded to his article, "I couldn't care less about what the people who look at NASCAR as a Hillbilly sport think. Nothing is going to change their minds." Couldn't have said it better myself. Although, I'd also add that true NASCAR fans wouldn't quit watching the sport just because they found one invocation not up to their standards.
3) Race? What race? I don't think NASCAR's had a legitimately attention-capturing race since David Ragan finally won a Sprint Cup race. Before that would be Trevor Bayne's Daytona win. And while the road race in Wisconsin was entertaining, it was more annoying to see Ron Fellows lose out on an awesome victory and Jacques Villeneuve have so many run-ins on the track. Carl Edwards won another race, wooooooo....we would have made a bigger deal if a squirrel had run onto the track.
Puh-lease. How about praising the fact that he was a minister who preferred giving an invocation that people would actually listen to, instead of a ho-hum prayer read directly from a book (or if they were really daring, memorized it). And I can't exactly blame the women who wouldn't appreciate their man telling the entire viewing audience that he thought she was smoking hot, because some are incredibly sensitive about PDA.....but other than the forever-lame debate about whether calling a woman "hot" is insulting, I'd find this preacher's public display of love to be incredibly endearing. I could only hope that the others are just hiding behind the sensitivity to hide the fact that their husbands don't publicly pray for them. Hmmmm....something to think about.
Maybe God will forgive you for believing that there is a "wrong" way to pray, especially when it was a prayer that was honest and came from the heart. In the meantime, maybe NASCAR should be more concerned about the real reason why fans are losing interest in the sport.
(Haha, the sentence "You don't like the way the minister prayed? Well God doesn't like the way you pray, either" just came to mind. I chuckled to myself.) :3
Thursday, July 21, 2011
I Love My Friends
I love them because the day's barely half over, and they've already broken my Firefox. I had to switch to Chrome since Facebook via FF wouldn't show any birthday wishes. Screw the happy birthdays, I say congrats to the awesome people I call friends!! :p
I'm also very impressed how HCB was so quick with his birthday wish. Srsly.....first? Kinda scary.
I'm also very impressed how HCB was so quick with his birthday wish. Srsly.....first? Kinda scary.
Saturday, July 2, 2011
I Must Be Psychotic
This will most likely turn into another quickie post, but whatevs. But seriously, I'm both comforted and weirded out at the same time.
To put it simply, I've never been more thankful now than I ever have been for getting to have lunch with HCB on a friends basis. I like to think they're not weird. I like to think that the way I go about asking for lunch isn't weird, and the way we go about it in general isn't either. I'm definitely not one to claim to know how he thinks, even if he likes to say that men are easy to figure out, him included. Pfft, he's dreaming.
But somehow, I'm more comfortable with the notion that I can look but not touch and simply hope that whatever I said wasn't a totally awkward come-on, than have a kid a year younger than me flirt with me and proceed to suggest lunch...when you can so totally tell in his mind "Holy crap a date!"
And not just any kid a year younger than me, a kid who is supposed to be on the CA staff next year with me. From what I was told, even the same building. And if John and this incoming hall director is smart, they won't put me with him, either. I don't think I could work with that.
Basically, I've become more comfortable with a guy that honestly couldn't give a shit, yet I have to force a grin when this kid flirts with me. Hell, I'm more comfortable when my old neighbor (older than HCB, mind you) decides to flirt with me for shits and giggles, and he's fucking married. I want to be able to enjoy the attention, especially since I know nothing will come of it, but still...
Ugh. Time to bother the shit out of HCB to get up here and have a friends-only lunch with me. I need some fucking intelligence back in my life.
To put it simply, I've never been more thankful now than I ever have been for getting to have lunch with HCB on a friends basis. I like to think they're not weird. I like to think that the way I go about asking for lunch isn't weird, and the way we go about it in general isn't either. I'm definitely not one to claim to know how he thinks, even if he likes to say that men are easy to figure out, him included. Pfft, he's dreaming.
But somehow, I'm more comfortable with the notion that I can look but not touch and simply hope that whatever I said wasn't a totally awkward come-on, than have a kid a year younger than me flirt with me and proceed to suggest lunch...when you can so totally tell in his mind "Holy crap a date!"
And not just any kid a year younger than me, a kid who is supposed to be on the CA staff next year with me. From what I was told, even the same building. And if John and this incoming hall director is smart, they won't put me with him, either. I don't think I could work with that.
Basically, I've become more comfortable with a guy that honestly couldn't give a shit, yet I have to force a grin when this kid flirts with me. Hell, I'm more comfortable when my old neighbor (older than HCB, mind you) decides to flirt with me for shits and giggles, and he's fucking married. I want to be able to enjoy the attention, especially since I know nothing will come of it, but still...
Ugh. Time to bother the shit out of HCB to get up here and have a friends-only lunch with me. I need some fucking intelligence back in my life.
Friday, July 1, 2011
Late Night Epiphanies
I've come to the conclusion that "It's bigger on the inside!" is the worst That's What She Said that people could try to concoct. Congratulations on the Doctor Who reference, give yourself a cookie. However, this is the last thing I'd want to discover. It implies that even though it may look like you've got a massive bulge there, once your pants drop she'll realize HOLY CRAP it's a baby carrot!
That's all. Pretty decent end to Canada Day. Only 3 more days till 'Merica Day!
That's all. Pretty decent end to Canada Day. Only 3 more days till 'Merica Day!
Tuesday, June 7, 2011
Breakeven
The good news? I've found the motivation to go back to my Photoshop.
The bad news? Photoshop reminded me that this this tends to be the time when my OCD kicks in. Damn you, perfectionist reflex...
I'm determined to make this Canucks banner awesome, though. Psh.
The bad news? Photoshop reminded me that this this tends to be the time when my OCD kicks in. Damn you, perfectionist reflex...
I'm determined to make this Canucks banner awesome, though. Psh.
Saturday, May 7, 2011
Advertising At Its Best
Aaaaaaaaaaamg I wish I were in fucking Canada right now. And no, it isn't because HCB went back home. I swear I could watch Canadian television ALL DAY LONGGG...
Well, it's no secret that I love their advertising, or at least I love the commercials they choose to air. And there are some pretty awesome/hilarious commercials. Of course, I'm damn lucky if I can even find them online...but there are a few! Such as this one (no idea if it's particular to an area, but I'm sure it's international):
Theeeeeeen there's Molson, who never disappoints in making me giggle uncontrollably:
Mmmmmmhmmm, it just went there.
Then after the hockey games, if I'm positively lucky that night, I'll get to watch some random Canadian epicness. Of course it's totally out of my control as to what it is, but dude, even the news is fuckin' amazing. Because when it's a week before national elections....I mean, come on. Speaks for itself. Then the political stuff was followed by a visit to Chernobyl with some Canadians. Duuuuuude, now that was fascinating. :3
So tonight I'm watching, and I had the chance to look at the TV listings for whoever the hell was streaming everything online.....and holy crap my mind was blown. MTV has some show called 1 Girl 5 Gays? What the what?! Is this like their equivalent to 16 and Pregnant on the ridiculous scale? Jeeze.... >.>
They also have the Canadian equivalent to American Pickers. It's called (no shit) Canadian Pickers. Whaaaaaaaaat.....meh, it looks amusing but there's no topping the Iowa natives, HA! And, there's one that caught my attention that I kinda wanna see: The Dakota Sessions. Dakota?! Which Dakota? Well, it's actually just a tavern in Toronto (legit, they called it a tavern) that showcases musicians. Including Great Big Sea and Lady Antebellum. Woooo! Gonna watch for it on YouTube. Along with my goddamn Tide and Apple Auto Glass commercials. Grawr. >.>
Also, I got screwed by poking around Canada's CMT site. They have a friggin' show called Pick a Puppy. PICK A PUPPY. What sort of cruel torment is this to pick such an irresistible title!! D: Damn.....
Now they left on Hardcore Pawn, which isn't actually Canadian but....what the fuck. Sadly it's a drama-filled Pawn Stars basically, so Nascar took over. And THAT drama is a whole lot more hilarious. After tonight, Busch's ass is grassssssssssssss, and if all he gets is a lil fine.....then something's wrong with the system. Dude, they're picky as hell about speeding in pit road for the crew's safety, and Busch went and shoved Harvick's car with his own and plowed Harvick's into the pit wall? With pit crews and people all over the road? Fucking hell....but in all, Regan Smith FINALLY got a win that actually counts!! XD
For staying in Verm one last night, this has been pretty damn awesome. :3
Well, it's no secret that I love their advertising, or at least I love the commercials they choose to air. And there are some pretty awesome/hilarious commercials. Of course, I'm damn lucky if I can even find them online...but there are a few! Such as this one (no idea if it's particular to an area, but I'm sure it's international):
Theeeeeeen there's Molson, who never disappoints in making me giggle uncontrollably:
Mmmmmmhmmm, it just went there.
Then after the hockey games, if I'm positively lucky that night, I'll get to watch some random Canadian epicness. Of course it's totally out of my control as to what it is, but dude, even the news is fuckin' amazing. Because when it's a week before national elections....I mean, come on. Speaks for itself. Then the political stuff was followed by a visit to Chernobyl with some Canadians. Duuuuuude, now that was fascinating. :3
So tonight I'm watching, and I had the chance to look at the TV listings for whoever the hell was streaming everything online.....and holy crap my mind was blown. MTV has some show called 1 Girl 5 Gays? What the what?! Is this like their equivalent to 16 and Pregnant on the ridiculous scale? Jeeze.... >.>
They also have the Canadian equivalent to American Pickers. It's called (no shit) Canadian Pickers. Whaaaaaaaaat.....meh, it looks amusing but there's no topping the Iowa natives, HA! And, there's one that caught my attention that I kinda wanna see: The Dakota Sessions. Dakota?! Which Dakota? Well, it's actually just a tavern in Toronto (legit, they called it a tavern) that showcases musicians. Including Great Big Sea and Lady Antebellum. Woooo! Gonna watch for it on YouTube. Along with my goddamn Tide and Apple Auto Glass commercials. Grawr. >.>
Also, I got screwed by poking around Canada's CMT site. They have a friggin' show called Pick a Puppy. PICK A PUPPY. What sort of cruel torment is this to pick such an irresistible title!! D: Damn.....
Now they left on Hardcore Pawn, which isn't actually Canadian but....what the fuck. Sadly it's a drama-filled Pawn Stars basically, so Nascar took over. And THAT drama is a whole lot more hilarious. After tonight, Busch's ass is grassssssssssssss, and if all he gets is a lil fine.....then something's wrong with the system. Dude, they're picky as hell about speeding in pit road for the crew's safety, and Busch went and shoved Harvick's car with his own and plowed Harvick's into the pit wall? With pit crews and people all over the road? Fucking hell....but in all, Regan Smith FINALLY got a win that actually counts!! XD
For staying in Verm one last night, this has been pretty damn awesome. :3
Tuesday, May 3, 2011
Questioning Why I Reapplied For This Job
You know, I think I'm getting used to this second place thing I've got going. Ever since way back when I applied for this job of mine, I had put down Beede Hall as my top choice (Honors floor, yo) and Mickelson as my second. I got my second choice. Then all of this year it has been second this, second that...reapply for hall placement and I got my second choice (albeit, Beede's not too bad of a second choice).
Now tonight, John asked me who I would want for a co-CA next year. Didn't even have to think twice, I told him my current co Aris. Well fuck me sideways, he wants to give Aris to Laurel because Laurel nearly didn't come back at the end of last semester, so he wants to give her a really good co. Then I told him that I didn't really want to be with Marcus 'cause I don't think I'd work well with him (His response: 'Well that's good to know'), and then I told him that I would not be co to Joe because, well, he happened to ask me out Friday night (His response: 'Ooooooooh'). We talked it over, and I don't really have a desire to be on an all-girls floor and he has two of the new/semi-new staff girls going on that floor. So basically I'm forced into a corner to work with a guy who I really won't get along with, which I can guarantee you from the start is going to be the case.
Seriously, I hope John takes at least a little pity in me and gives me top choice just this once...I told him my first choice had also been the Honors floor, but that I knew Laurel was going to get that too. And I really do hate to say it, but it really fucking sucks when the Honors floor already went to Laurel, and now I'm going to lose my co to her, too. What am I going to be left with then? Probably 4th floor again, with the perpetual angst that I won't have Aris as my co again when my heart was set on getting him again. It's a toxic combination.
I swear, I'm more stressed out from shit that has nothing to do with schoolwork and it's a bitch. I'm hoping HCB gets his ass in gear and picks a day for lunch or dinner or SOMETHING, I'm just saying. I need a way to wind down, either through doing absolutely nothing or reading or sleeping, I just don't know anymore....
Now tonight, John asked me who I would want for a co-CA next year. Didn't even have to think twice, I told him my current co Aris. Well fuck me sideways, he wants to give Aris to Laurel because Laurel nearly didn't come back at the end of last semester, so he wants to give her a really good co. Then I told him that I didn't really want to be with Marcus 'cause I don't think I'd work well with him (His response: 'Well that's good to know'), and then I told him that I would not be co to Joe because, well, he happened to ask me out Friday night (His response: 'Ooooooooh'). We talked it over, and I don't really have a desire to be on an all-girls floor and he has two of the new/semi-new staff girls going on that floor. So basically I'm forced into a corner to work with a guy who I really won't get along with, which I can guarantee you from the start is going to be the case.
Seriously, I hope John takes at least a little pity in me and gives me top choice just this once...I told him my first choice had also been the Honors floor, but that I knew Laurel was going to get that too. And I really do hate to say it, but it really fucking sucks when the Honors floor already went to Laurel, and now I'm going to lose my co to her, too. What am I going to be left with then? Probably 4th floor again, with the perpetual angst that I won't have Aris as my co again when my heart was set on getting him again. It's a toxic combination.
I swear, I'm more stressed out from shit that has nothing to do with schoolwork and it's a bitch. I'm hoping HCB gets his ass in gear and picks a day for lunch or dinner or SOMETHING, I'm just saying. I need a way to wind down, either through doing absolutely nothing or reading or sleeping, I just don't know anymore....
Saturday, April 30, 2011
No....Just No.
I think it is official, life has decided to fuck me sideways and leave me on the corner for shits and giggles.....that is quite the detailed metaphor. But as of now, I believe it's true.
While I wallowed in my stress and hormone-induced self-esteem bipolarness, I got a much-needed boost from getting a simple phone call from HCB asking about dinner plans. Well, in this case it was a lack of dinner plans 'cause he had quite a bit to do involving work at 6 tonight, and in his words, he didn't want to rush stuff like that. As in he didn't want to rush dinner with me, when we had two hours before he went to work. >.>
Even though I haven't gotten to see him in over a week, it was disturbingly comforting to get that little phone call. Which put me in better spirits the rest of the day, considering that shit tried to pile up afterward.
Then there came the kicker that has convinced me I'm life's fucking playtoy. I had a freshman ask me out. :/
Now, in hindsight, this is a nice esteem boost that I probably needed pretty badly. Keeps me from convincing myself that I may not be good enough for HCB, but there are others that are interested. But there are just too many problems. For one, he's a freshman. I'm not doing younger again, nope nope. I don't want the drama and immature bullshit again. Second, he's going to be a CA in Beede with me next year. Ahhh major clusterfuck on the whole work contract shit. They don't have two CAs that are dating/engaged/whatevs in the same building, because otherwise it leads to some very awkward crap if and when they break up. They hate putting them in paired complexes too, which means when they do they sit them down and have a nice little chat. Here, it's just not gonna work unless they moved one of us. I'm not having any of that shit. And third......yeah, just not interested.
I have a nice little war going on that just gave me a bastard of a headache tonight. On one side is my common sense, which tells me despite the place of work situation I have nothing to lose. I am single, and that's not going to change anytime soon due to HCB's eventual leaving and his lack of interest. I also have the notion that just because I don't like them back, I don't know them well enough to say for sure whether that is a permanent case, so I tell myself to go on one date and see what happens after that.
Then there's my gut reaction part. Which tells me that yeah, he's a nice guy. Now tell him to fuck off and walk away. Mostly because the gut reaction is one very similar to when I'm stressed, which means my stomach feels like it's been punched a few times and makes me rather resistant to the idea of food. Would rather eat and keep it in my stomach as opposed to throwing it back up when I'm feeling like I want to perpetually throw up. Not to mention that I like someone else. End of story. Regardless of the circumstances, I'll have HCB constantly in the back of my mind, and that's what kills. Regardless of what my brain tells me, my gut doesn't like the circumstances and kicks the shit out of me for it. My gut looks at the fact that he went to high school and graduated with my ex, and that is a definite no-go.
What sort of fucking test is this for me? To see how often I can put up with this cycle of falling for the one who couldn't give a shit, while another nice guy comes by and does all the right things and I couldn't give a shit?
I can't even admit to myself that I might've fallen for HCB. Fucking hell.....
What did I do this time to deserve this. :/
While I wallowed in my stress and hormone-induced self-esteem bipolarness, I got a much-needed boost from getting a simple phone call from HCB asking about dinner plans. Well, in this case it was a lack of dinner plans 'cause he had quite a bit to do involving work at 6 tonight, and in his words, he didn't want to rush stuff like that. As in he didn't want to rush dinner with me, when we had two hours before he went to work. >.>
Even though I haven't gotten to see him in over a week, it was disturbingly comforting to get that little phone call. Which put me in better spirits the rest of the day, considering that shit tried to pile up afterward.
Then there came the kicker that has convinced me I'm life's fucking playtoy. I had a freshman ask me out. :/
Now, in hindsight, this is a nice esteem boost that I probably needed pretty badly. Keeps me from convincing myself that I may not be good enough for HCB, but there are others that are interested. But there are just too many problems. For one, he's a freshman. I'm not doing younger again, nope nope. I don't want the drama and immature bullshit again. Second, he's going to be a CA in Beede with me next year. Ahhh major clusterfuck on the whole work contract shit. They don't have two CAs that are dating/engaged/whatevs in the same building, because otherwise it leads to some very awkward crap if and when they break up. They hate putting them in paired complexes too, which means when they do they sit them down and have a nice little chat. Here, it's just not gonna work unless they moved one of us. I'm not having any of that shit. And third......yeah, just not interested.
I have a nice little war going on that just gave me a bastard of a headache tonight. On one side is my common sense, which tells me despite the place of work situation I have nothing to lose. I am single, and that's not going to change anytime soon due to HCB's eventual leaving and his lack of interest. I also have the notion that just because I don't like them back, I don't know them well enough to say for sure whether that is a permanent case, so I tell myself to go on one date and see what happens after that.
Then there's my gut reaction part. Which tells me that yeah, he's a nice guy. Now tell him to fuck off and walk away. Mostly because the gut reaction is one very similar to when I'm stressed, which means my stomach feels like it's been punched a few times and makes me rather resistant to the idea of food. Would rather eat and keep it in my stomach as opposed to throwing it back up when I'm feeling like I want to perpetually throw up. Not to mention that I like someone else. End of story. Regardless of the circumstances, I'll have HCB constantly in the back of my mind, and that's what kills. Regardless of what my brain tells me, my gut doesn't like the circumstances and kicks the shit out of me for it. My gut looks at the fact that he went to high school and graduated with my ex, and that is a definite no-go.
What sort of fucking test is this for me? To see how often I can put up with this cycle of falling for the one who couldn't give a shit, while another nice guy comes by and does all the right things and I couldn't give a shit?
I can't even admit to myself that I might've fallen for HCB. Fucking hell.....
What did I do this time to deserve this. :/
Friday, April 29, 2011
In the Middle of Hiatus
Well I've done a good job neglecting this place...probably should've come back here more often, but who the hell knows. I feel like when I do use this, I'm able to get everything out that needs to come out. Because when I bottle things up, I crack, and I've done more than enough cracking these past few weeks.
I hate being a woman, what with the emotional crap.
I hate how those womanly frustrations enjoy coming out right when school/work/life is at its most stressful.
I hate how most of these frustrations are just in my head.
I hate putting off papers, even though I work best under pressure. However, freaking out about how much is left to get done with a half hour left before I have to turn it in.....not so fun.
I hate how I so badly want to believe things are looking up, when I should be looking the other way.
I hate how I feel like the world is out to convince me that it's all not coincidence, when my brain is hardwired to the worst case scenario: where the fuck do I stand. The friend, the possibility, or perpetually the last resort?
I hate how I feel like I deserve an answer for stupid questions such as these, when I have absolutely no right to--because in my head, I'm just fucking thankful for the little things. Including that I haven't lost him as a friend yet.
I fucking hate how when it comes right down to it, the stress coupled with the impossible has made me an emotional wreck when left alone. And I'd really rather not see this continue for another week or so.
I cannot stand how ignorance is not ingrained in me. What I would fucking give to have some time where I can pretend that everything is all right. That someone may actually give a shit about me. That someone might actually watch a Nascar race, for any length of time, because they remembered I enjoyed it and that Talladega was my favorite track and remember the time I told them about my cousin wanting to rent an RV and have us go to Dega when I'm old enough to drink.
I want to be ignorant enough to believe that it means something that someone would trust me to edit, much less read a 20-page paper about their father.
I want to believe that it means something when he says he wants to get together over the summer to eat in Sioux Falls. That it means something when he asks why I've had a bad week.
I wish that when I say I want it to mean something, it means something more than a passing friend.
I wish that I wasn't 19. Because I know perfectly well that I don't feel like one 98% of the time.
I want to fucking believe in something more than coincidence. I want to fucking believe that the world is trying to make the impossible seem feasible, rather than convince me that it's not because of me...that it's never because of me. It's because of the perfect competition. The competition that isn't 18 or 19, or even 20.
I don't want to see some airhead of a bombshell--or in other cases, an airhead in the depths of desperation--take advantage of who would otherwise be the greatest in-laws ever. But would they even know that they'd be the damned luckiest female on the planet to end up with in-laws like them....doubtful.
I want to be your damn Rapunzel.
But that's not how life works out. Of course it's not.
I hate being a woman, what with the emotional crap.
I hate how those womanly frustrations enjoy coming out right when school/work/life is at its most stressful.
I hate how most of these frustrations are just in my head.
I hate putting off papers, even though I work best under pressure. However, freaking out about how much is left to get done with a half hour left before I have to turn it in.....not so fun.
I hate how I so badly want to believe things are looking up, when I should be looking the other way.
I hate how I feel like the world is out to convince me that it's all not coincidence, when my brain is hardwired to the worst case scenario: where the fuck do I stand. The friend, the possibility, or perpetually the last resort?
I hate how I feel like I deserve an answer for stupid questions such as these, when I have absolutely no right to--because in my head, I'm just fucking thankful for the little things. Including that I haven't lost him as a friend yet.
I fucking hate how when it comes right down to it, the stress coupled with the impossible has made me an emotional wreck when left alone. And I'd really rather not see this continue for another week or so.
I cannot stand how ignorance is not ingrained in me. What I would fucking give to have some time where I can pretend that everything is all right. That someone may actually give a shit about me. That someone might actually watch a Nascar race, for any length of time, because they remembered I enjoyed it and that Talladega was my favorite track and remember the time I told them about my cousin wanting to rent an RV and have us go to Dega when I'm old enough to drink.
I want to be ignorant enough to believe that it means something that someone would trust me to edit, much less read a 20-page paper about their father.
I want to believe that it means something when he says he wants to get together over the summer to eat in Sioux Falls. That it means something when he asks why I've had a bad week.
I wish that when I say I want it to mean something, it means something more than a passing friend.
I wish that I wasn't 19. Because I know perfectly well that I don't feel like one 98% of the time.
I want to fucking believe in something more than coincidence. I want to fucking believe that the world is trying to make the impossible seem feasible, rather than convince me that it's not because of me...that it's never because of me. It's because of the perfect competition. The competition that isn't 18 or 19, or even 20.
I don't want to see some airhead of a bombshell--or in other cases, an airhead in the depths of desperation--take advantage of who would otherwise be the greatest in-laws ever. But would they even know that they'd be the damned luckiest female on the planet to end up with in-laws like them....doubtful.
I want to be your damn Rapunzel.
But that's not how life works out. Of course it's not.
Friday, February 4, 2011
Bad Sage Advice
This whole compassion thing takes a real toll sometimes.
No, I don't need a lesson on the measure of a man for who he is today. Fuck you. And damnit Bobby for jumping on the bandwagon and saying the same thing! >:X
I hate to admit it, but I'm starting to feel concerned and I don't know why. I approve of the kick-ass attitude HCB's had as of late, especially considering how frustrated/depressed he was this time last week.......but I don't want him to change. Not quite yet. If it's because he wants to make changes and everything, then he's got my support...but I hope he's applying them to the right things. Cutting back on drinking, that'd be a good one. So would focusing on school and work so that you don't get deported for a second time.
It's almost ironic, actually. Don't judge based on the past, yet it's apparently worth making changes over...and yet, the best you can do is accept them for who they are. Fuck off...
You don't need to change. Damnit. >:/
(That's also ironic, since there's a nice little list of things HCB should change. But I don't want him to. :P )
No, I don't need a lesson on the measure of a man for who he is today. Fuck you. And damnit Bobby for jumping on the bandwagon and saying the same thing! >:X
I hate to admit it, but I'm starting to feel concerned and I don't know why. I approve of the kick-ass attitude HCB's had as of late, especially considering how frustrated/depressed he was this time last week.......but I don't want him to change. Not quite yet. If it's because he wants to make changes and everything, then he's got my support...but I hope he's applying them to the right things. Cutting back on drinking, that'd be a good one. So would focusing on school and work so that you don't get deported for a second time.
It's almost ironic, actually. Don't judge based on the past, yet it's apparently worth making changes over...and yet, the best you can do is accept them for who they are. Fuck off...
You don't need to change. Damnit. >:/
(That's also ironic, since there's a nice little list of things HCB should change. But I don't want him to. :P )
Sunday, January 30, 2011
Ignoring Stupid Freshmen and Being Unproductive
Ugh. I'm so glad it's the weekend, but I still feel like this is a waste. I have too much shit to do.
So what all should I be doing? Well I have two columns I need to edit, I have a reflection to write for my 492 class, and I have French homework.
I also just remembered that our big program is tonight at 9. Shit, and I was hoping I could stay in today. All of my lack of motivation has been because I was up till 5am and didn't want to take a shower at that ridiculous hour. Well now I'm thinking of taking a shower at 6pm, an equally ridiculous hour. I'm used to taking showers at 2 or 3am, plz.
Then for some unknown reason, I not only slept through my TV turning on, but also slept through my alarm going off at 1pm. I never sleep through either of those. And they were set for after having 7 hours of sleep, more than my usual. Amg I'm confused. D:
Now off to be semi-productive. And probably take a shower.
So anyway. I got up at about 2:30, which isn't too bad. But it's weird. And now I'm all lost of motivation. Ugh.
HCB is off training guys in Yankton how to use and maintain the Zambonis. I can't help but giggle at that, of course they'd have to turn to the Canadian for how to properly care for a Zamboni. And even better, they said on the sign that he was trained by the Zamboni Company. Not only legit, but made sense since he was facilities operator. Amggg I feel smart. XD
So what all should I be doing? Well I have two columns I need to edit, I have a reflection to write for my 492 class, and I have French homework.
I also just remembered that our big program is tonight at 9. Shit, and I was hoping I could stay in today. All of my lack of motivation has been because I was up till 5am and didn't want to take a shower at that ridiculous hour. Well now I'm thinking of taking a shower at 6pm, an equally ridiculous hour. I'm used to taking showers at 2 or 3am, plz.
Then for some unknown reason, I not only slept through my TV turning on, but also slept through my alarm going off at 1pm. I never sleep through either of those. And they were set for after having 7 hours of sleep, more than my usual. Amg I'm confused. D:
Now off to be semi-productive. And probably take a shower.
So anyway. I got up at about 2:30, which isn't too bad. But it's weird. And now I'm all lost of motivation. Ugh.
HCB is off training guys in Yankton how to use and maintain the Zambonis. I can't help but giggle at that, of course they'd have to turn to the Canadian for how to properly care for a Zamboni. And even better, they said on the sign that he was trained by the Zamboni Company. Not only legit, but made sense since he was facilities operator. Amggg I feel smart. XD
Ahh, the Smell of Hockey
I feel all cuddly at the moment, so I figured I would blog. Basically I had a sandwich, got an awesome Dr Pepper (the special one with real sugar), watching SNL & the Toyota all-star race on Speed Channel, and chillin in my comfy chair. I keep going back and forth between smelling hairspray or my new jersey. It's kinda weird, but I like the comforting smell of the jersey. It smells like Yankton, the ice rink, and hockey. I was totally going to try and go for the 18 jersey, because HCB told me the other day that he used to wear the 18 or the 16 when he played hockey. Well that backfired when a parent bidded on the 18, so I went for the unnamed #1. I figured if anything it'd be like pulling an HCB since his soccer jersey is of #1 with his name on the back. Pretty sweet in my opinion. :3
All of it went for donation anyway, cancer association woo! The jerseys are awesome and have pink on them. Even HCB wore them Thursday when they had the table set up, but since he was also wearing his business suit he had a pink tie underneath it. :P
These weren't lucky jerseys, though. We didn't do so hot against ISU, which granted is a pretty big school. After the progress the guys have made so far, we'd been so damn close to winning, and now it felt like a step backwards. I felt bad because Friday's game I didn't talk to HCB--that was due to Sam wanting to go through her plan and I was more than willing to let her. Then Saturday was the auction/big game day, and even then they struggled. I caught HCB when they were finalizing the auction and he wasn't too happy. I thought he'd say more than just hey how's it going, so I asked how he was. Basically he'd shrugged, a lot, and said he had a lot of work ahead of him. I went yeah and just stared at him for a little while....then he finally sighed and said "That was not one of their better games." Then he got a little pissed at one of the players that got a concussion at one of the games against Dordt (a 2.5 concussion on a 4 point scale from what Stephen told me), the player was rough-housing with another kid when he really shouldn't be. I did think it was adorable though when he was able to fake a good attitude when a boy came over asking HCB to sign his puck. :)
I don't like it when he's that frustrated/stressed/sad. It's about 3 weeks in and he's already convinced himself he'll be deported at semester time from grades not making par, and it's tough because he's taking economics and accounting -- math-based classes that he's never done well with. Then with everything else he's got to deal with, it really does suck.
Do I feel disappointed nothing noticeably more will come of us, a little. But I can't deny that I've felt better since I know he wants to stay friends. Mostly because if we stay friends, nothing will change for the worse. I look at it this way: 1) He could've cut off all contact with me, which was my biggest fear. 2) He could say yes to dating, but that would mean he may leave at any time through deportation or boredom, he might be more likely to hide information from me, and it'd be expected to have regular contact when his schedule is busy enough as it is. 3) He could say stay as friends, and we have a mutual understanding. With this last choice, I know that he still trusts me like a friend--meaning that he won't pretend that he doesn't drink too much with me, and will still give me shit for anything and everything. I like the confidence he has with me.
However, as for Sures....no more of him. I can make casual small talk. But don't expect much else from me. Now he's just an ass. >.>
All of it went for donation anyway, cancer association woo! The jerseys are awesome and have pink on them. Even HCB wore them Thursday when they had the table set up, but since he was also wearing his business suit he had a pink tie underneath it. :P
These weren't lucky jerseys, though. We didn't do so hot against ISU, which granted is a pretty big school. After the progress the guys have made so far, we'd been so damn close to winning, and now it felt like a step backwards. I felt bad because Friday's game I didn't talk to HCB--that was due to Sam wanting to go through her plan and I was more than willing to let her. Then Saturday was the auction/big game day, and even then they struggled. I caught HCB when they were finalizing the auction and he wasn't too happy. I thought he'd say more than just hey how's it going, so I asked how he was. Basically he'd shrugged, a lot, and said he had a lot of work ahead of him. I went yeah and just stared at him for a little while....then he finally sighed and said "That was not one of their better games." Then he got a little pissed at one of the players that got a concussion at one of the games against Dordt (a 2.5 concussion on a 4 point scale from what Stephen told me), the player was rough-housing with another kid when he really shouldn't be. I did think it was adorable though when he was able to fake a good attitude when a boy came over asking HCB to sign his puck. :)
I don't like it when he's that frustrated/stressed/sad. It's about 3 weeks in and he's already convinced himself he'll be deported at semester time from grades not making par, and it's tough because he's taking economics and accounting -- math-based classes that he's never done well with. Then with everything else he's got to deal with, it really does suck.
Do I feel disappointed nothing noticeably more will come of us, a little. But I can't deny that I've felt better since I know he wants to stay friends. Mostly because if we stay friends, nothing will change for the worse. I look at it this way: 1) He could've cut off all contact with me, which was my biggest fear. 2) He could say yes to dating, but that would mean he may leave at any time through deportation or boredom, he might be more likely to hide information from me, and it'd be expected to have regular contact when his schedule is busy enough as it is. 3) He could say stay as friends, and we have a mutual understanding. With this last choice, I know that he still trusts me like a friend--meaning that he won't pretend that he doesn't drink too much with me, and will still give me shit for anything and everything. I like the confidence he has with me.
However, as for Sures....no more of him. I can make casual small talk. But don't expect much else from me. Now he's just an ass. >.>
Wednesday, January 26, 2011
Questioning Levels of Intelligence
I have a little story. My freshmen suck at throwing away garbage and mistreating the water fountains. To combat the latter, one smartass wrote on my whiteboard, "The drinking fountain still needs a garbage disposal installed in it." In writing that doesn't resemble my own, I responded "Good luck with that! haha"
Gawd, I love not giving a shit. Have to give them props for using proper English, though. :/
This, all after the past two days where:
1) I had to create a poster for our weekend program with my new coworker. He can't even bother himself to remember when our meetings are with the hall director, much less check the email that said hall director just sent out that answers his questions perfectly. AMG. Don't ask me constantly about what the eff we should do. Also, speak up when my retarded multiple personality comes out and can't remember how the fuck to spell condom. Although, based on your reaction, I'm 99.99999% sure that you didn't even notice I had misspelled it until I started tearing the title out of the poster. (Don't worry, it was easier that way.)
2) I had a resident start off a rant by saying "I paid the custodian, I paid with my tuition to have the custodian clean up after me--" Holy fuck, I blocked out the rest of her rant because that was where I just stared looking like this U: 8| :T .....Maybe if she and the rest of the floor would take their own effin' garbage out for once, we wouldn't have this problem. Said Bitchy Face was also immensely peeved because her precious private bathroom on the other side of the door was locked for the day.
3) I was told to come in to the newspaper office to help with editing since the deadline was 7pm tonight. Not only was I not needed, but the opinion editor didn't even have the heart to tell me that I could leave right away. Go away. See, that wasn't so hard, right?
4) Said editor also emailed me later that night to tell me that he wasn't going to be at the opinion meeting, so he was going to have me lead it. Unless the meeting is going to happen at 5:30 when I'm actually able to come in, I won't be able to make it, either. Thank youuu 6pm Astronomy Lab that is impossible to skip! Thanks a lot.
5) My bff informed me that she may not be able to go to the hockey game Saturday because she has another friend whose 21st birthday is the same day and wants her to drive. Might I include the little tidbit that said soon-to-be 21 friend finds enjoyment causing guys to cheat on their girlfriends, then leave them when they're finally available to her. As per the description provided by said bff. Dude, I will fucking pay your way into the game AND for all the gas in the world if that means you'll go with me. I don't really care to scramble for a ride with Dave Roberts and Richardson Co. just to go see the game. But I will if I have to, damnit. D:
I think levels of intelligence would make a fantastic mini-thesis. Relate it to happiness and success and everything. Gawd.....
Gawd, I love not giving a shit. Have to give them props for using proper English, though. :/
This, all after the past two days where:
1) I had to create a poster for our weekend program with my new coworker. He can't even bother himself to remember when our meetings are with the hall director, much less check the email that said hall director just sent out that answers his questions perfectly. AMG. Don't ask me constantly about what the eff we should do. Also, speak up when my retarded multiple personality comes out and can't remember how the fuck to spell condom. Although, based on your reaction, I'm 99.99999% sure that you didn't even notice I had misspelled it until I started tearing the title out of the poster. (Don't worry, it was easier that way.)
2) I had a resident start off a rant by saying "I paid the custodian, I paid with my tuition to have the custodian clean up after me--" Holy fuck, I blocked out the rest of her rant because that was where I just stared looking like this U: 8| :T .....Maybe if she and the rest of the floor would take their own effin' garbage out for once, we wouldn't have this problem. Said Bitchy Face was also immensely peeved because her precious private bathroom on the other side of the door was locked for the day.
3) I was told to come in to the newspaper office to help with editing since the deadline was 7pm tonight. Not only was I not needed, but the opinion editor didn't even have the heart to tell me that I could leave right away. Go away. See, that wasn't so hard, right?
4) Said editor also emailed me later that night to tell me that he wasn't going to be at the opinion meeting, so he was going to have me lead it. Unless the meeting is going to happen at 5:30 when I'm actually able to come in, I won't be able to make it, either. Thank youuu 6pm Astronomy Lab that is impossible to skip! Thanks a lot.
5) My bff informed me that she may not be able to go to the hockey game Saturday because she has another friend whose 21st birthday is the same day and wants her to drive. Might I include the little tidbit that said soon-to-be 21 friend finds enjoyment causing guys to cheat on their girlfriends, then leave them when they're finally available to her. As per the description provided by said bff. Dude, I will fucking pay your way into the game AND for all the gas in the world if that means you'll go with me. I don't really care to scramble for a ride with Dave Roberts and Richardson Co. just to go see the game. But I will if I have to, damnit. D:
I think levels of intelligence would make a fantastic mini-thesis. Relate it to happiness and success and everything. Gawd.....
Sunday, January 23, 2011
Inadvertent Constant Swearing Thanks to Hockey
I don't do well with intense games. And today......hoo boy. That was one intense hockey game. See below.
Holy shit. HOLY. SHIT. This was by far the turning point of the game. For many reasons, even, so we need another list.
1) We are leading 4-3. We are LEADING.
2) We had made the first goal. Then at the end of the first period, we were leading 1-0. The end of the second period, leading 2-1.
3) We're leading with 20 seconds left. 20 SECONDS.
4) 4 points?! That's the most we've scored in a game all year. Record high as of last night has been 2 points in a single game, and now we scored 4. FOURRRRRR!
5) Of course, just 3 seconds later Dordt had scored, too. 17 seconds left, and we're tied again at 4-4. FUCK.
6) Might I also mention we played Dordt the night before, where we not only lost as usual 7-2, but had three guys ejected from the game and one with a misconduct penalty. Their coach was seriously pissed at some points during the game, probably partially for that reason. :3
7) Oh yeah, and most of the team had gone out drinking at Lambda the night before. My comment in that respect, holy crap if that's what it's going to take for them to win a game, then they better be drinking the night before every game!
Gah, last time I was that stressed out by a sports game had to've been 2004. Daytona 500. Now that was stressful, praying to no end that Dale Jr. wouldn't mess up and that he'd win. D:
Also, 5th grade hecklers suck. I actually missed the drunk hecklers, because it's so much more hilarious listening to them yelling 'Drop the bunny', 'Beat State not your wife', and the hilarious 'Him him VERY HARD'! What do we get from frigging 5th graders? "Why are there so many girls at this hockey game? They don't know what's going on..."
Long story short, the game goes into overtime for 5 minutes, followed by a three-shot challenge. No one scored during overtime, and the man-vs-goalie challenge was Dordt's for the taking. Fucking contests...the boys were upset to say the least. I was very well pissed on their behalf. And HCB said they really should've won it, even though it wasn't even their best game.
Granted, I thought they played pretty damn well considering the circumstances, but HCB said their best game was Wednesday's game against SDSU. Still lost 5-2, but he is the Canadian and he knows what good hockey looks like. He even made that comment to my friend Sam and I, that we probably didn't see anything wrong with today's game even though they could've been better.......Shit, I think this means he knows we don't come because we know and love the sport. Haha!
And hey, at least afterwards I got to have a nice little conversation with him. Mostly by catching him as he walks near saying "Hey, what are you doing Monday or Tuesday night?" Which went on from there telling him that we need to do dinner/lunch, because I'm hungry for RED. Ha, I loved his response. "Yeah, definitely. And we have to do it soon, because I'm pretty hungry!" Ahhhh, I love a good play on words. Or situations. Pretty sure it was because the game had started at 4:30, and lasted till 7:30. But it had made me giggle! Then the rest of it was back on hockey, the typical making sure he remembered the night before, such and such.
I think what I love more about our stupid conversations is how he has his animated voice, and his low voice. Typically when it's just the two of us, he talks in his low voice. Then his animated voice comes out from time to time, but tonight about the most noticeable it was had been when he asked if I had been at the Dordt home game, cuz I knew wayyy too much about what had gone down during it. But nope, it had been in his low voice. Which I can't help but add sexy in after the low part. Buuuuuuut that's just me.... :3
And on the plus side, our whole conversation didn't leave too much of a bad impression on Sam! She said afterwards that she thought he was really pretty nice, whereas when I would tell her stories of his/our antics at the North Complex, her and Jean and the other Sam had pinned him as kind of an asshole. But after a while, who isn't from time to time. :P
Then after the game, Sam and I had a grand adventure going to Walmart, figuring out why her windshield wipers had frozen mid-swipe and refused to move, and watching No Strings Attached. Overall, the movie was quite amusing and verrry frustrating at parts. Not a real philosophical watch, but sometimes it's better to have a light silly watch on a late Saturday night. :D
Also, I found fucking Trop-A-Rocka at Yankton's Walmart. Now that was a win all in itself tonight!
Holy shit. HOLY. SHIT. This was by far the turning point of the game. For many reasons, even, so we need another list.
1) We are leading 4-3. We are LEADING.
2) We had made the first goal. Then at the end of the first period, we were leading 1-0. The end of the second period, leading 2-1.
3) We're leading with 20 seconds left. 20 SECONDS.
4) 4 points?! That's the most we've scored in a game all year. Record high as of last night has been 2 points in a single game, and now we scored 4. FOURRRRRR!
5) Of course, just 3 seconds later Dordt had scored, too. 17 seconds left, and we're tied again at 4-4. FUCK.
6) Might I also mention we played Dordt the night before, where we not only lost as usual 7-2, but had three guys ejected from the game and one with a misconduct penalty. Their coach was seriously pissed at some points during the game, probably partially for that reason. :3
7) Oh yeah, and most of the team had gone out drinking at Lambda the night before. My comment in that respect, holy crap if that's what it's going to take for them to win a game, then they better be drinking the night before every game!
Gah, last time I was that stressed out by a sports game had to've been 2004. Daytona 500. Now that was stressful, praying to no end that Dale Jr. wouldn't mess up and that he'd win. D:
Also, 5th grade hecklers suck. I actually missed the drunk hecklers, because it's so much more hilarious listening to them yelling 'Drop the bunny', 'Beat State not your wife', and the hilarious 'Him him VERY HARD'! What do we get from frigging 5th graders? "Why are there so many girls at this hockey game? They don't know what's going on..."
Long story short, the game goes into overtime for 5 minutes, followed by a three-shot challenge. No one scored during overtime, and the man-vs-goalie challenge was Dordt's for the taking. Fucking contests...the boys were upset to say the least. I was very well pissed on their behalf. And HCB said they really should've won it, even though it wasn't even their best game.
Granted, I thought they played pretty damn well considering the circumstances, but HCB said their best game was Wednesday's game against SDSU. Still lost 5-2, but he is the Canadian and he knows what good hockey looks like. He even made that comment to my friend Sam and I, that we probably didn't see anything wrong with today's game even though they could've been better.......Shit, I think this means he knows we don't come because we know and love the sport. Haha!
And hey, at least afterwards I got to have a nice little conversation with him. Mostly by catching him as he walks near saying "Hey, what are you doing Monday or Tuesday night?" Which went on from there telling him that we need to do dinner/lunch, because I'm hungry for RED. Ha, I loved his response. "Yeah, definitely. And we have to do it soon, because I'm pretty hungry!" Ahhhh, I love a good play on words. Or situations. Pretty sure it was because the game had started at 4:30, and lasted till 7:30. But it had made me giggle! Then the rest of it was back on hockey, the typical making sure he remembered the night before, such and such.
I think what I love more about our stupid conversations is how he has his animated voice, and his low voice. Typically when it's just the two of us, he talks in his low voice. Then his animated voice comes out from time to time, but tonight about the most noticeable it was had been when he asked if I had been at the Dordt home game, cuz I knew wayyy too much about what had gone down during it. But nope, it had been in his low voice. Which I can't help but add sexy in after the low part. Buuuuuuut that's just me.... :3
And on the plus side, our whole conversation didn't leave too much of a bad impression on Sam! She said afterwards that she thought he was really pretty nice, whereas when I would tell her stories of his/our antics at the North Complex, her and Jean and the other Sam had pinned him as kind of an asshole. But after a while, who isn't from time to time. :P
Then after the game, Sam and I had a grand adventure going to Walmart, figuring out why her windshield wipers had frozen mid-swipe and refused to move, and watching No Strings Attached. Overall, the movie was quite amusing and verrry frustrating at parts. Not a real philosophical watch, but sometimes it's better to have a light silly watch on a late Saturday night. :D
Also, I found fucking Trop-A-Rocka at Yankton's Walmart. Now that was a win all in itself tonight!
Saturday, January 22, 2011
MAGIC
I have discovered that I have a magical power. All I have to do is mention HCB's name, and BOOM people spill all they know about him. Unless it's Sures of course, but it's an impressive power nonetheless.
How did I discover this power? Well for one, I know it works effectively on staff assistant Nikki. Now tonight, I witnessed this power with Mena, one of our 2nd Beede residents who was also just a little bit drunk tonight. Start up a conversation about the floor pissing off HCB, and she spills all she knows.
Which means I now know where he'd been tonight. Ahhh, so you took your hockey guys out drinking at one of the frat parties, that would explain why Jared was the only one that came back at 2:30am. Which technically made him the first one to come back, because no one else haaaaaaaaas! And I've been here at the desk since 10pm, the moment the hockey game ended.
Ha, tomorrow's gonna be a shitfest to watch, woo! Annnnnnnd I shall make sure to talk extra loud for HCB tomorrow. Because I'm a caring, sympathetic person like that. :D
How did I discover this power? Well for one, I know it works effectively on staff assistant Nikki. Now tonight, I witnessed this power with Mena, one of our 2nd Beede residents who was also just a little bit drunk tonight. Start up a conversation about the floor pissing off HCB, and she spills all she knows.
Which means I now know where he'd been tonight. Ahhh, so you took your hockey guys out drinking at one of the frat parties, that would explain why Jared was the only one that came back at 2:30am. Which technically made him the first one to come back, because no one else haaaaaaaaas! And I've been here at the desk since 10pm, the moment the hockey game ended.
Ha, tomorrow's gonna be a shitfest to watch, woo! Annnnnnnd I shall make sure to talk extra loud for HCB tomorrow. Because I'm a caring, sympathetic person like that. :D
Tuesday, January 18, 2011
Midnight Madness
......Actually, not really. I'm just really twitchy and NO ONE HAS BEEN BY THE DESK IN OVER AN HOUR. Let's just say I could really use a bathroom break. :/
On the other hand, good news! SKYE IS ENGAGED!!! I'm so super excited for her, because she was one of my better halves last year. First met in our Intro to Mass Comm class, then were gonna room together spring semester until she found out that she was getting a CA position. Thus, she was my motivation to apply for the job, also. :)
And it's even better because I told her I could see it happening. Back in December when I was venting to her my frustrations with HCB, she was the one that reminded me that nothing's sacred until there's a ring on the finger. And even then, she had doubts that she'd even get that ring from her boyfriend Andrew. I told her she would, I really did!!! Hell, I'm saving that picture of her ring, it's amazing.
On the other hand, good news! SKYE IS ENGAGED!!! I'm so super excited for her, because she was one of my better halves last year. First met in our Intro to Mass Comm class, then were gonna room together spring semester until she found out that she was getting a CA position. Thus, she was my motivation to apply for the job, also. :)
And it's even better because I told her I could see it happening. Back in December when I was venting to her my frustrations with HCB, she was the one that reminded me that nothing's sacred until there's a ring on the finger. And even then, she had doubts that she'd even get that ring from her boyfriend Andrew. I told her she would, I really did!!! Hell, I'm saving that picture of her ring, it's amazing.
Friday, January 14, 2011
In Other News
1) I ran into HCB today! It wasn't for too long since it was just before classes for us, but it was pretty typical. He got in his usual crack about me being crazy, also one about me being one of his stalkers, then we talked about his vacation with the family. I may be crazy, but he has no problem talking about him and his little bro, and how his brother the pilot still managed to get seasick during their cruise. It's not stalking when he hands you the information, you know!
2) Adorable little story about the ice rink where our guys play hockey. Too awesome!
http://www.ktiv.com/Global/story.asp?S=13777054
2) Adorable little story about the ice rink where our guys play hockey. Too awesome!
http://www.ktiv.com/Global/story.asp?S=13777054
What a Predicament
Hmm. Close the door during a True Blood sex scene, or leave the door open and keep the kids just a little bit quieter and a lot out of mischief....
Meh, left the door open.
And I totes got to use the word hell to get my point across tonight. But seriously, when you open the door and there's chunks of pepper in the hallway and some 5 kids hanging out by the bathrooms, your first instinct is to say "Uhh what the hell is that?" Followed with "Well then will someone be nice enough to pick it up?" Feel free to talk about picking up after 10 year olds, but realize that you allllllll are 10 year old little fuckers.
All right, that's an exaggeration, you're 7 not 10. And maybe if you didn't leave dishes in the kitchen, or leave shit in the hallways, or figure out what the fuck a trash can is, then maybe you'll actually make it past the first year of college.....Damnit.
Meh, left the door open.
And I totes got to use the word hell to get my point across tonight. But seriously, when you open the door and there's chunks of pepper in the hallway and some 5 kids hanging out by the bathrooms, your first instinct is to say "Uhh what the hell is that?" Followed with "Well then will someone be nice enough to pick it up?" Feel free to talk about picking up after 10 year olds, but realize that you allllllll are 10 year old little fuckers.
All right, that's an exaggeration, you're 7 not 10. And maybe if you didn't leave dishes in the kitchen, or leave shit in the hallways, or figure out what the fuck a trash can is, then maybe you'll actually make it past the first year of college.....Damnit.
Wednesday, January 12, 2011
Meh. Part Deux.
Just keep your head up, stay optimistic, stop with the overanalyzing and melodramatic crap...yeah, telling yourself that over and over again doesn't really work.
It's that roller coaster thing again. Basically, I'm losing hope. Again. And it's a cross between saying fuck it all, and just being pleasantly surprised when something happens. It's not like I really want to give up...but I dunno. Even when I have Sures giving me all the encouragement he could give me, teasing me as often as he can about it and everything, I still can't believe him. Not with something like this. Largely because he's not HCB, and I have issues when it comes down to 'he said she said.' I know Sures has good intentions, but I just can't bring myself to hope that much.
And Sures knows that it's HCB and him alone. Side note, Sures is just about as much a flirt as what HCB is, as shown by when he sat down between Alex and me when we were hanging out in Richie/Olson's basement and proceeded to put his arm behind me. I just leaned wayyy to the left and stared at him with big eyes. But mostly leaned away. Which then made him laugh and made some flippant comment about how he didn't want to make HCB feel jealous....only one of the times of him joking that HCB likes me. But I still don't know what to say about it.
The thing is, my shyness is proving to be a lot more difficult to overcome than I thought it'd be. And because of that, the questions start creeping in about whether or not this will all be for naught. If I really wanted to be optimistic, I could overanalyze the shit out of hey, maybe he hasn't said anything because he's a guy, and guys are just as afraid of rejection as girls. On the other hand, he really doesn't seem like one to have this shyness. He's shown he has no problem with approaching women. Does that mean I wouldn't put it past him? Oh hell no. I think he's entirely capable of having his shy times, because he's let me in on some of his other insecurities. He can be entirely full of himself most times, but he's insecure about his weight like crazy. So therefore, I believe he's capable of feeling shy, too.
But then again, it usually comes down to damn it, make some sort of contact. Regardless of past evidence, I never saw him at all hours of the day when he was living in the dorms; now that he's out, I'll be lucky if I run into him at the MUC. And right now, I feel like I'm putting a lot more effort into contacting him than he is of me. Would I hold it against him, no. And if I really thought about it, he very possibly initiated a few more texts than I did because of the times he asked whether I could edit something for him, check mail, whatever. However, it was only if he wanted/needed something.
Not to mention he gets on edge if you text him about random stuff. He's given me crap for it in the past, so he doesn't get it any longer. :P
It's that roller coaster thing again. Basically, I'm losing hope. Again. And it's a cross between saying fuck it all, and just being pleasantly surprised when something happens. It's not like I really want to give up...but I dunno. Even when I have Sures giving me all the encouragement he could give me, teasing me as often as he can about it and everything, I still can't believe him. Not with something like this. Largely because he's not HCB, and I have issues when it comes down to 'he said she said.' I know Sures has good intentions, but I just can't bring myself to hope that much.
And Sures knows that it's HCB and him alone. Side note, Sures is just about as much a flirt as what HCB is, as shown by when he sat down between Alex and me when we were hanging out in Richie/Olson's basement and proceeded to put his arm behind me. I just leaned wayyy to the left and stared at him with big eyes. But mostly leaned away. Which then made him laugh and made some flippant comment about how he didn't want to make HCB feel jealous....only one of the times of him joking that HCB likes me. But I still don't know what to say about it.
The thing is, my shyness is proving to be a lot more difficult to overcome than I thought it'd be. And because of that, the questions start creeping in about whether or not this will all be for naught. If I really wanted to be optimistic, I could overanalyze the shit out of hey, maybe he hasn't said anything because he's a guy, and guys are just as afraid of rejection as girls. On the other hand, he really doesn't seem like one to have this shyness. He's shown he has no problem with approaching women. Does that mean I wouldn't put it past him? Oh hell no. I think he's entirely capable of having his shy times, because he's let me in on some of his other insecurities. He can be entirely full of himself most times, but he's insecure about his weight like crazy. So therefore, I believe he's capable of feeling shy, too.
But then again, it usually comes down to damn it, make some sort of contact. Regardless of past evidence, I never saw him at all hours of the day when he was living in the dorms; now that he's out, I'll be lucky if I run into him at the MUC. And right now, I feel like I'm putting a lot more effort into contacting him than he is of me. Would I hold it against him, no. And if I really thought about it, he very possibly initiated a few more texts than I did because of the times he asked whether I could edit something for him, check mail, whatever. However, it was only if he wanted/needed something.
Not to mention he gets on edge if you text him about random stuff. He's given me crap for it in the past, so he doesn't get it any longer. :P
Thursday, January 6, 2011
Why This Was An Awesome Day of Awesomeness
And yes, this will probably be another list day.
1) Woke up this morning and went shopping. Shopko wasn't in a backpack-selling season, so that backfired. But we did get little Chloe's blanket shipped on its way to Miami now!
2) Come home, and what arrives? Psych and True Blood, FINALLY! So Mom and I had a Psych Season 4 marathon. This semester's goal, get together with Ashley and demand that we have our Psych marathon. Yessssss....
2.5) Spent part of the afternoon exchanging comments with my cousin Faith. Interesting story there, I haven't seen/talked to her since, oh, 2006. About the same goes for the rest of the family on my mom's side. And who randomly added me on Facebook? Faith. I couldn't resist but leave a nice little message that day saying I've missed her, lulz. This afternoon's conversation included school and super cute hockey boys. It's like long lost twins....bahaha! :D
3) Go out shopping again at the mall. Trade Secret didn't have the dry shampoo I wanted in, but I got three new books at Walden's, woo! One was previously chosen at Shopko but didn't want to go through checkout with just one item. Second was a new book by Stephanie Rowe, who I discovered at Last Stop CD Shop and kinda love her sense of humor...albeit being rather strange, but it's a fiction book, come on! Third was one that was totally random. Was looking at titles blindly, saw this one with an angel-looking dude on the cover, read the back and went 'Meh, let's try it.' It's a thick one and the first in its series, so we'll see if it was worthwhile.
4) Run into our resident Jarrad at one of the kiosks. Gah, he sucked me in on the whole perfume & cologne stuff. So we talked about how long the expensive but amazing shit lasts, and thank gawd HCB is a sucker for cologne. If anything, we know we can sucker him into it. Long story short though, Jarrad gave me three strip samples that I'm now going to use as bookmarks. My books are already smelling FANTASTIC from being in the same bag as those strips.....nah, that didn't sound strange at all. >.>
5) Had ribs at Ruby Tuesday tonight, also. Always amazing, amg. :) Such a highlight, that it only needs this very short blip.
6) Multitasking is my friendddd, particularly when managing some 4 conversations at the same time on Facebook. Which included one conversation about Chinese people; one about whether we could trust O'Gorman kids and when John was going to kill Dan in his sleep; one involving getting the courage to talk to HCB via annoying FB chat; and finally, yes getting the nerve to bother HCB, which turned into a conversation about how much drinking he did during break.
Ironically, the 'ya for sure' part wasn't what made me just a little bit giddy/amused. The most amusing part to me was that he sounded exactly like Aaron, saying he felt old. The again part just makes me giggle a little bit harder, but it's hearing him say that he felt old that made me think of Aaron and every time he says I make him feel old because I'm graduating, or entering college, or something.
And yeah, I'm pretty proud of coming up with the oops, you're still here, sorry! bit. Damn, I have a strange sense of humor... :P
7) Then there was this: http://sports.yahoo.com/nhl/blog/puck_daddy/post/Video-Watch-hockey-puck-split-in-half-on-shot-o?urn=nhl-303913
Why yes, I'm also proud that this was our SuFu Stampede team!! Even if we lost. But I'm used to that by now. And besides, it was against Sioux City. And guess who's the 14th drunkest city in America....Congrats, Sioux City. You still don't smell any better.
Wednesday, January 5, 2011
Impatient Little Me
1) Who just paid 60 bucks for an entire semester's worth of textbooks? Meeeeeeee!.....Of course, this will probably backfire when classes start up because two of my classes have yet to actually enter in what their textbooks are. Damnit. But ahh well, it's only two classes and will hopefully only require one per class. Hopefully. Crossing fingers...
2) I've yet to get Psych and True Blood in the mail yet. I am pissed. It said they would arrive between Dec. 31 and Jan. 5. Normally my packages arrive on the earlier side, regardless of whether it's USPS or UPS. And even if there was a holiday, it only cuts out the 1st & 2nd, so logically the three of the five days that have gone by were perfect options. Tomorrow's the last day, and then Target's getting a pissy email. >.>
3) I'm not a fan of the creepers. You know, that one guy who you haven't spoken to in forever, then at 2 in the morning says hello on Facebook chat. I feel retarded as it is for not removing the creepers, but they aren't doing any harm....just leaving random hello's at awkward hours of the night. Never the daytime, only at night. And don't think I've forgotten about you, creeper who added me all because I commented on a friend's status about Dr. Who. >.>
4) It feels weird to admit, but I kinda sorta miss him.
5) Speaking of which, Dr. Who scarf has commenced well so far, save for a couple mishaps. The first chunk of purple may be backwards from the rest, but in a classy way. It's also a good inch or two wider than it should be, but I was too lazy to account for the thicker yarn and needles. There comes a time where you just say screw it, I'mma gonna make it my way. :3
6) Finally, I want VS to finally stock their website with their pretty wine plaid coat. The website stalking is getting a little tiring, ya know....plus I'm not awake in the mornings to check. I'm afraid I may have already missed out on one opportunity for the XS size because I wasn't awake before noon. D:
Okay, I think I'm done. :)
2) I've yet to get Psych and True Blood in the mail yet. I am pissed. It said they would arrive between Dec. 31 and Jan. 5. Normally my packages arrive on the earlier side, regardless of whether it's USPS or UPS. And even if there was a holiday, it only cuts out the 1st & 2nd, so logically the three of the five days that have gone by were perfect options. Tomorrow's the last day, and then Target's getting a pissy email. >.>
3) I'm not a fan of the creepers. You know, that one guy who you haven't spoken to in forever, then at 2 in the morning says hello on Facebook chat. I feel retarded as it is for not removing the creepers, but they aren't doing any harm....just leaving random hello's at awkward hours of the night. Never the daytime, only at night. And don't think I've forgotten about you, creeper who added me all because I commented on a friend's status about Dr. Who. >.>
4) It feels weird to admit, but I kinda sorta miss him.
5) Speaking of which, Dr. Who scarf has commenced well so far, save for a couple mishaps. The first chunk of purple may be backwards from the rest, but in a classy way. It's also a good inch or two wider than it should be, but I was too lazy to account for the thicker yarn and needles. There comes a time where you just say screw it, I'mma gonna make it my way. :3
6) Finally, I want VS to finally stock their website with their pretty wine plaid coat. The website stalking is getting a little tiring, ya know....plus I'm not awake in the mornings to check. I'm afraid I may have already missed out on one opportunity for the XS size because I wasn't awake before noon. D:
Okay, I think I'm done. :)
Saturday, January 1, 2011
Such a Lovely Start to the New Year
Migraines suck. Particularly the part where I feel like stabbing myself in the forehead.
Anyhow, it's been quiet around here. Which is both extremely nice, and slightly sad. It's never fun when you don't feel productive, but I just keep reminding myself that this nothing time will disappear when I have to go back to Verm, so I'm taking advantage of it.
I don't like roller coasters. This migraine is kinda like a roller coaster, where I'm good for a time, then I have to curl up on the couch and just press my forehead against something hard. The roller coaster thing is back again with HCB. It's just so damn difficult between all of the good signs and the not-so-good signs. I also hate grabbing at straws, and I feel like the overanalyzing is going to put me over the edge. I've got everyone from all directions telling me that there are good signs. Sures is telling me not to doubt myself, my neighbor telling me that there's good chances....and for some reason these are the two that I trust the most. Sures is a good mutual friend, and my neighbor Aaron...well, Aaron's basically the slightly older (and married) version of HCB. If anyone knows the way HCB thinks, it would very likely be Aaron. So when he says that if HCB was willing to go for lunch when he's feeling like crap, then he'd be willing to go when he's feeling good...then I really should listen to him.
But it's still difficult as hell. I'm still afraid of competition that I can't stand up against. And it's nothing but a waiting game until HCB is back from break before I can even attempt to ask at another lunch.
I really, really hate waiting. :/
Like waiting for Psych season 4 and True Blood. Those would make the week go by faster, but noooo those haven't come yet. And still waiting for that coat to come back in stock so I can order it. Damnit.
Anyhow, it's been quiet around here. Which is both extremely nice, and slightly sad. It's never fun when you don't feel productive, but I just keep reminding myself that this nothing time will disappear when I have to go back to Verm, so I'm taking advantage of it.
I don't like roller coasters. This migraine is kinda like a roller coaster, where I'm good for a time, then I have to curl up on the couch and just press my forehead against something hard. The roller coaster thing is back again with HCB. It's just so damn difficult between all of the good signs and the not-so-good signs. I also hate grabbing at straws, and I feel like the overanalyzing is going to put me over the edge. I've got everyone from all directions telling me that there are good signs. Sures is telling me not to doubt myself, my neighbor telling me that there's good chances....and for some reason these are the two that I trust the most. Sures is a good mutual friend, and my neighbor Aaron...well, Aaron's basically the slightly older (and married) version of HCB. If anyone knows the way HCB thinks, it would very likely be Aaron. So when he says that if HCB was willing to go for lunch when he's feeling like crap, then he'd be willing to go when he's feeling good...then I really should listen to him.
But it's still difficult as hell. I'm still afraid of competition that I can't stand up against. And it's nothing but a waiting game until HCB is back from break before I can even attempt to ask at another lunch.
I really, really hate waiting. :/
Like waiting for Psych season 4 and True Blood. Those would make the week go by faster, but noooo those haven't come yet. And still waiting for that coat to come back in stock so I can order it. Damnit.
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