I was watching VH1's countdown of the top 100 hard rock bands. It is apparent VH1 doesn't recognize the art that is hard rock. For example, Tool was ranked in the mid 80s. In the 70s we had Marilyn Manson, but right below Manson was, duh dun duh, Lenny Kravitz. Manson is the epitome of hard rock in our generation and Lenny "Fly Away" Kravitz is compared with him, ranking 10 spots higher than Tool. I was pissed.
After they flashed up Rob Zombie, all the people talked about was White Zombie. I know, I know, Rob Zombie and White Zombie, same thing... WRONG!! The music sounds different. It's like saying Ozzy is the same thing as Black Sabbath (which VH1 did not). They did the same thing for Henry Rollins and Black Flag.
Jane's Addiction was ranked higher than Korn. Rammstein wasn't on the list. Led Zepplin was number one. Ok, I can respect Led Zepplin at #1, but I would have put Nirvana in that spot. I also disagreed with Anthrax's ranking and Slayer's appearance on the list at all.
The Ramones, Sex Pistols, and The Doors were on the list in the top 15. Sorry guys. The Doors, even though they rock, are NOT hard rock and should not have been on the list. The Ramones and The Sex Pistols are the fathers of PUNK rock not HARD rock. Obviously VH1 doesn't know the difference.
It isn't just VH1. MTV would have fucked it up, too. I think hard rock doesn't get enough credit, and therefore nobody understands it. Until it does, fuck VH1 for their blasphemous representation of a wonderful genre of music.
Friday, March 19, 2004
Wednesday, March 17, 2004
I Am the MASTER!
Being sick gives me insight into how much control I have. So far I have at least 3 guys who said they would take care of me, 2 who professed undying love for me, and 3 separate guys who have gotten REALLY upset (like bitch crying upset) when I told them, "I don't like you, get the fuck out of my room," or "You need to leave. Right now." That is 7 guys in my life that I currently have control over (I don't like 3 of them, obviously, but still I have control). There have been some in the past, but currently, there are 7. HAHAHA!!! I am the master! Bow down, bitch!!
*I have taken copious amounts of cold medicine. I may be slightly delirious. I am, however, still the master.
*I have taken copious amounts of cold medicine. I may be slightly delirious. I am, however, still the master.
Tuesday, March 16, 2004
Poop
I feel like the crap of craps. I have a chest cold that forbids me from carrying on a conversation without hacking up a lung. I also have a fever. I took Tylenol to lower it, and made my throat not hurt so much. I hope it isn't SARS.
Friday, March 12, 2004
Note to Self
When asked by a group of locals to judge somebody on booty shaking ability, be on guard. Nicole, Roomie and I had this happen and we ended up getting mooned by a local who shook his booty like he was doing squats. NOT attractive, but a good time had by all because it was so freaking funny. He thought he was the shit.
Mission
I am send you all on a mission: find me a new hair cut. I am growing my hair out and I need a good in between cut. Right now it is spiky in the back and kind of Neve Campbell in the front. HELP!
Wednesday, March 10, 2004
I Fought the Law
Well, it wasn't me really. I was getting ready for bed when I got a call saying my boys were too drunk to get back on base, could they stay with us? I told them that they could, but we were going to have a long talk in the morning.
15 minutes later I got another call saying my boys were going back to base. The person who called, however, got off the phone before I could get details because the cops showed up.
10 minutes later I called them to make sure they were ok. 2 of them had been arrested for public drunkenness, open canister in public, and underage possession. 1 (the DD) had been arrested for association with some sketchy character the guys had met down at Waikiki. The 2 who didn't get arrested were coming up to UH to wait.
The cops let the three guys go. I drove to pick them up because the DD had been talking to the cops.
When I got there, two of the three delinquents didn't seem to realize they had been touched by an angel that night. They also didn't realize I was in my pajamas and glasses at 1:00 am picking their stupid asses up.
I was angry at the time, but now I am more disappointed in them than anything. They are smart guys and I expect better behavior from them. When they come over this weekend, you better believe we are having that long talk. I'm Mama George to them when they are out in Hawaii, so Mama is going to have to lay the smack down.
15 minutes later I got another call saying my boys were going back to base. The person who called, however, got off the phone before I could get details because the cops showed up.
10 minutes later I called them to make sure they were ok. 2 of them had been arrested for public drunkenness, open canister in public, and underage possession. 1 (the DD) had been arrested for association with some sketchy character the guys had met down at Waikiki. The 2 who didn't get arrested were coming up to UH to wait.
The cops let the three guys go. I drove to pick them up because the DD had been talking to the cops.
When I got there, two of the three delinquents didn't seem to realize they had been touched by an angel that night. They also didn't realize I was in my pajamas and glasses at 1:00 am picking their stupid asses up.
I was angry at the time, but now I am more disappointed in them than anything. They are smart guys and I expect better behavior from them. When they come over this weekend, you better believe we are having that long talk. I'm Mama George to them when they are out in Hawaii, so Mama is going to have to lay the smack down.
Tuesday, March 09, 2004
I'm Still Here
Just writing to let you all know I am alive and well. I have been bogged down with choke homework and several interesting stories. More to come when homework time is over. Just wait till you here what happened in Waikiki this weekend.
Thursday, March 04, 2004
Amazing!
Yesterday something amazing happened. Right before the two hour seminar on pig follicles, I slept or two hours mid-afternoon...with a comforter on. This is big news That means it got cold and windy enough here to put a heavy blanket on. The rain has not stopped. It has, however, slowed.
Sunday, February 29, 2004
Chocolate Cake
Ok, so last night after a round or ten of drinks, most everybody at this party were buzzed or beyond. I stayed sober the entire night and there are few things I picked up on. The George Drinking Etiquette Book first rules:
1. If you feel you need alcohol to confront somebody about something, rethink. People become more irrational and emotional when under the influence which only exacerbates the problem.
2. If you are an emotional drunk, don't drink around someone you have beef with. It is just not a good idea.
3. Know when to say no.
4. Know when to cut your friends off.
5. Yelling, insulting, and throwing water on somebody who stood up for you in an argument is not something you just pass off as being drunk and out of your head. If it truly is, then it is time to admit there may be a problem. Maybe alcohol isn't your friend.
6. Keep a sense of humor.
7. Don't be afraid to try new drinks.
On that note, I will end with a tasty drink, Chocolate Cake.
1 part Frangelico hazelnut liqueur
1 part vodka (vanilla for a lickle tastier kick)
lemon slice
sugar
Mix Frangelico and vodka. Put sugar on the lemon. Bite down and suck on the lemon. With the sugary lemon juice in your mouth, up-turn that glass with your alcohol. Enjoy the fresh baked goods!!!
1. If you feel you need alcohol to confront somebody about something, rethink. People become more irrational and emotional when under the influence which only exacerbates the problem.
2. If you are an emotional drunk, don't drink around someone you have beef with. It is just not a good idea.
3. Know when to say no.
4. Know when to cut your friends off.
5. Yelling, insulting, and throwing water on somebody who stood up for you in an argument is not something you just pass off as being drunk and out of your head. If it truly is, then it is time to admit there may be a problem. Maybe alcohol isn't your friend.
6. Keep a sense of humor.
7. Don't be afraid to try new drinks.
On that note, I will end with a tasty drink, Chocolate Cake.
1 part Frangelico hazelnut liqueur
1 part vodka (vanilla for a lickle tastier kick)
lemon slice
sugar
Mix Frangelico and vodka. Put sugar on the lemon. Bite down and suck on the lemon. With the sugary lemon juice in your mouth, up-turn that glass with your alcohol. Enjoy the fresh baked goods!!!
Friday, February 27, 2004
Thursday, February 26, 2004
Handcuffs and Threesomes
"Get down on the ground!" She said while pushing Billy Bob and I on the ground, handcuffed.
No, this isn't a scandalous bit about a drug run gone bad or some kinky banana show*.
Two of the girls and I had just got done watching Billy Bob (the one who took over my computer) and two of his friends get whipped in basketball by some pussy locals. This is weird because Billy Bob and the crew won the night before. Anyways, we drove back to the dorm, and in the parking lot Billy Bob gets the idea to play with his friend's handcuffs.
*Click Snap* *Click Snap* My hand is cuffed to his.
"Is that too tight?" He asks.
"Does it really matter?"
"Oh, shit! We don't have the key!"
"Where is it?"
"We left it back at base."
*Panic sets in. I am not about to go back to a Marine Corp base handcuffed.*
Billy Bob's friend see my expression. He assures me that we do indeed have the key. After walking onto the grass, we get an idea.
"Hey, Nicole!" We shout back, "Arrest us!"
The next thing I know, I have a Nicole charging at me throwing me onto the ground with Billy Bob not far behind me.
"Get down on the ground!"
This attracts the attention of some people out in front of my place of residence. I get an idea.
"Hey Billy Bob," I say, "lets go in like this."
And so it was, walking past a group of assholes and the RA, that I realized this must look very odd to a causal onlooker. Three guys, three girls, and two of them handcuffed together. I realized this gave coming back covered in blood a run for the money on the weird-way-to-make-an-entrance scale. I wonder what the people at the front desk think we do up on the third floor.
*I learned about banana shows from the guys who had been stationed in Okinawa. Apparently, females will procure very interesting objects from very interesting orifices. One will give you four quarters for a dollar.
No, this isn't a scandalous bit about a drug run gone bad or some kinky banana show*.
Two of the girls and I had just got done watching Billy Bob (the one who took over my computer) and two of his friends get whipped in basketball by some pussy locals. This is weird because Billy Bob and the crew won the night before. Anyways, we drove back to the dorm, and in the parking lot Billy Bob gets the idea to play with his friend's handcuffs.
*Click Snap* *Click Snap* My hand is cuffed to his.
"Is that too tight?" He asks.
"Does it really matter?"
"Oh, shit! We don't have the key!"
"Where is it?"
"We left it back at base."
*Panic sets in. I am not about to go back to a Marine Corp base handcuffed.*
Billy Bob's friend see my expression. He assures me that we do indeed have the key. After walking onto the grass, we get an idea.
"Hey, Nicole!" We shout back, "Arrest us!"
The next thing I know, I have a Nicole charging at me throwing me onto the ground with Billy Bob not far behind me.
"Get down on the ground!"
This attracts the attention of some people out in front of my place of residence. I get an idea.
"Hey Billy Bob," I say, "lets go in like this."
And so it was, walking past a group of assholes and the RA, that I realized this must look very odd to a causal onlooker. Three guys, three girls, and two of them handcuffed together. I realized this gave coming back covered in blood a run for the money on the weird-way-to-make-an-entrance scale. I wonder what the people at the front desk think we do up on the third floor.
*I learned about banana shows from the guys who had been stationed in Okinawa. Apparently, females will procure very interesting objects from very interesting orifices. One will give you four quarters for a dollar.
Swimming to Class
Normally Hawaii is a little island in the midst of very few clouds in the middle of the ocean on the weather radar. Not today. The little island is covered in the green for today and much of tomorrow. You know how when it rain hard, you can't see crap ten feet away? You know how it lasts for about 10 minutes? Imagine it lasting for a day and a half. Luckily, I went to Down to Earth (nat. food store) before it got bad. I got tea, honey (Lehua or clover honey in the bulk section is the only kind I can afford in the area), oatmeal, and macaroni and cheese. I am set to ride this out, even if I have to set up sail. They say the rain is set to last until tomorrow.
Tuesday, February 24, 2004
All Good Things
Must come to an end. RS and I are no longer a couple, but the break up went very well.
Me: I'd like to know if you intend to make an effort because I don't have to be your girlfriend. I'd like to know so we can break up, cry about each other, and get on with being friends. I don't want to prolong something that is drawing to a close because hat would make for a harder messier break-up.
RS: Isn't that what we've been doing?
Me: So what do you think we should do?
(Phones cut out here. Ring Ring, hello?)
Me: Ok RS, do you think we should see other people?
RS: Yes.
Me: Me too.
This turned into a conversation about teacher's strike and drunken phone calls.
Me: Are you still going to call me drunk and tell me you love me?
RS: Probably.
Me: Ok. As long as you call and aren't just saying, "Hey, thanks for playing, see you never."
RS: definitely not.
Goodbyes we light hearted and we went our separate ways. Do I think he will call me tomorrow? No, probably not. Do I think he will call me next week? Definitely.
Me: I'd like to know if you intend to make an effort because I don't have to be your girlfriend. I'd like to know so we can break up, cry about each other, and get on with being friends. I don't want to prolong something that is drawing to a close because hat would make for a harder messier break-up.
RS: Isn't that what we've been doing?
Me: So what do you think we should do?
(Phones cut out here. Ring Ring, hello?)
Me: Ok RS, do you think we should see other people?
RS: Yes.
Me: Me too.
This turned into a conversation about teacher's strike and drunken phone calls.
Me: Are you still going to call me drunk and tell me you love me?
RS: Probably.
Me: Ok. As long as you call and aren't just saying, "Hey, thanks for playing, see you never."
RS: definitely not.
Goodbyes we light hearted and we went our separate ways. Do I think he will call me tomorrow? No, probably not. Do I think he will call me next week? Definitely.
Serving Our Country (and the ball)
So the guys that took over my computer like to play basketball. They like to play basketball on our courts with three of us from the hall. Nicole is the best one of the girls playing, seeing how she played in high school and everything. I, on the other hand, never played basketball in high school unless we had extra time at the end of the day. No, I was a soccer chick all the way. I have zero (0) skills when it comes to the round ball in the hall. With that said, in soccer I learned how to be aggressive. After two nights in a row of basketball, my legs are beat up something fierce. I think in the abuse people saw my legs, they would stop me and say, "He's not worth it." Too much fun though, getting my ass kicked in basketball. I think they are coming to play tomorrow, too.
Monday, February 23, 2004
The Force Be With Me
Straight up, I am most like Obi Wan Kenobi.
"With the prowess of a seasoned samurai and the wisdom of a wizard, you try to do the sort of things that root out evil.
The Force can have a strong influence on the weak-minded."
"With the prowess of a seasoned samurai and the wisdom of a wizard, you try to do the sort of things that root out evil.
The Force can have a strong influence on the weak-minded."
I'm Going on Strike!
First, the buses went on strike, making it impossible to get anywhere. Next, the concrete workers went on strike, not really affecting anybody. The only people who had to complain at all have finally spoken. That's right kids, UH faculty has just set a 10-day strike notice with the state labor board. The are set to walk the picket lines in March. They want a 6% raise retroactive till July 1, 2003 and an 8% raise this July 1. The state has offered 0% retroactive raise and a 2% hike in July.
I feel the faculty is absolutely correct, but I wish I didn't have to come down to this. To put it in perspective, lets talk comparatively. Hawaii's faculty is among the lowest paid in the nation making about $35,000 a year + recently acquired benefits. Our football coach is one of the highest paid coaches in the nation making $800,000 a year + benefits and bonuses. Football coach June Jones is the highest paid state worker in Hawaii.
I feel the faculty is absolutely correct, but I wish I didn't have to come down to this. To put it in perspective, lets talk comparatively. Hawaii's faculty is among the lowest paid in the nation making about $35,000 a year + recently acquired benefits. Our football coach is one of the highest paid coaches in the nation making $800,000 a year + benefits and bonuses. Football coach June Jones is the highest paid state worker in Hawaii.
Thursday, February 19, 2004
Conundrum
I find myself in a pickle. I do not know where to go to school, or if I will even leave. As much as I hated Hawaii at first, I'm getting used to it because I found other people who don't like the beach. I would be getting an apartment off campus, and my friends are all coming back from Iraq next year. On top of all that, I will be graduating debt free because UH is currently paying for my school. Thanks!
Rose Hulman, by far the most prestigious and expensive of my options, has accepted me. There I would be closer to family, home, sister, and I would be able to play soccer. It is way more academically challenging, and I will get a very good education there.
Texas A&M Galveston is probably the least academically challenging school I applied to. I haven't been there yet. It has lots of traditions and school spirit. I would be closest to RS (6 hrs) and Milk (would be roommate).
I don't know what to do.
Rose Hulman, by far the most prestigious and expensive of my options, has accepted me. There I would be closer to family, home, sister, and I would be able to play soccer. It is way more academically challenging, and I will get a very good education there.
Texas A&M Galveston is probably the least academically challenging school I applied to. I haven't been there yet. It has lots of traditions and school spirit. I would be closest to RS (6 hrs) and Milk (would be roommate).
I don't know what to do.
Wednesday, February 18, 2004
Pillow Talk
Last night, these guys came over. These guys have been coming over to the dorms since Thursday. They are uptight (all but 2 I've met), can't take a joke, are loud, and are all homophobic and full of too much testosterone. It really is invading in on my sleep, privacy, sanity, etc. They will sit there and say, "I'm not letting you go to bed at 1:30." Last night I got my revenge. One of these guys had really nasty bushy eyebrows. HAD bushy eyebrows. I took an eyebrow brush and tweezers to it last night an went to town. Now he has eyelids!!! Normal people have eyelids. Normal people don't shave between their eyebrows. So after I did that he complained about how he looked like a homosexual because he now had eyelids. He didn't complain about the eyeliner, mascara, and eyeshadow I put on him.
After that, he came into my room and proceeded to play on my computer, looking for a site from his high school, complaining that he couldn't find it, and wondering why the site looked different.
"Maybe they changed it," I suggested.
"No, ROTC has their own site."
"It might be different now. Can I do my English?"
"Just let me find it. It's only one thirty."
"I have an 8:30 class."
"We have work at 7. Where is that site?"
I do no appreciate being kicked off of my computer for a stupid site search that honestly I don't give two shits about when I want to finish my work and give my pillow some head. I need my beauty sleep or else I get cranky. Stupid boys.
After that, he came into my room and proceeded to play on my computer, looking for a site from his high school, complaining that he couldn't find it, and wondering why the site looked different.
"Maybe they changed it," I suggested.
"No, ROTC has their own site."
"It might be different now. Can I do my English?"
"Just let me find it. It's only one thirty."
"I have an 8:30 class."
"We have work at 7. Where is that site?"
I do no appreciate being kicked off of my computer for a stupid site search that honestly I don't give two shits about when I want to finish my work and give my pillow some head. I need my beauty sleep or else I get cranky. Stupid boys.
Deal With It
Update of the Valentine's Day fiasco with RS. Monday night, after unloading his problems on me, he asks me what's wrong.
"You had a bad day. We can deal with it tomorrow." I said.
"What's wrong?"
"I'm still upset over Saturday. I'm hurt."
"Is that REALLY what your upset about?"
"Yes. You had a bad day. Deal with it tomorrow."
"Are you really upset about that?"
"Yes. Go to sleep. Deal with it tomorrow."
He didn't call yesterday. I know I'm probably making a big deal about it, but he knew I always feel like crap on that day and should have at LEAST left a message on my phone. Roomie says he should go. I say he's skating on thin ice.
"You had a bad day. We can deal with it tomorrow." I said.
"What's wrong?"
"I'm still upset over Saturday. I'm hurt."
"Is that REALLY what your upset about?"
"Yes. You had a bad day. Deal with it tomorrow."
"Are you really upset about that?"
"Yes. Go to sleep. Deal with it tomorrow."
He didn't call yesterday. I know I'm probably making a big deal about it, but he knew I always feel like crap on that day and should have at LEAST left a message on my phone. Roomie says he should go. I say he's skating on thin ice.
Monday, February 16, 2004
Wierd
I had a dream last night that the grocery store was selling 2 year supplies of soup beans, 8 for $20. I also had a dream I was a pilot for a spaceship. Like Apollo 13. It was very odd.
I Like...
...Cupcakes.
...Strawberry soda.
...Not getting yelled at for giving advice.
...Chocolate.
...Stir fried tofu.
...Pepperoni pizza. I wonder how tofu would be on pizza?
...My girl friends. Way alot.
...Rice.
...Non-nasty food.
...Painting my nails.
...Strawberry soda.
...Not getting yelled at for giving advice.
...Chocolate.
...Stir fried tofu.
...Pepperoni pizza. I wonder how tofu would be on pizza?
...My girl friends. Way alot.
...Rice.
...Non-nasty food.
...Painting my nails.
That Fateful Day
Ok, here is my reenactment of Valentine's Day:
Woke up with a headache.
Went and stuck some tubes in a sheep.
Went down to the beach to meet some friends and have dinner.
My friend's friend made him leave before the waitress took his order. I was upset. I wanted it to look like I had a boyfriend from an Abercrombie and Fitch male order catalog.
A party of about 15 cheerleaders and their parents came in and sat next to me and Roomie. The asked if since we were ALONE if they cold have our extra chairs.
They asked us to take pictures for them.
They asked us since we were ALONE if we would move so three people from their party would sit with them. Only one was polite about it.
Some guy told me I liked incest because I was from Tennessee. This was stupid because there were three people from Tennessee and one from rural Kentucky in the room. He almost got thrown off a balcony.
My friend passed out before I could hang out with him. Drunk mothrfuckr.
RS did not call. This was resolved last night with me yelling at him for an hour. I thought about calling JR to set him straight. I probably still will.
Woke up with a headache.
Went and stuck some tubes in a sheep.
Went down to the beach to meet some friends and have dinner.
My friend's friend made him leave before the waitress took his order. I was upset. I wanted it to look like I had a boyfriend from an Abercrombie and Fitch male order catalog.
A party of about 15 cheerleaders and their parents came in and sat next to me and Roomie. The asked if since we were ALONE if they cold have our extra chairs.
They asked us to take pictures for them.
They asked us since we were ALONE if we would move so three people from their party would sit with them. Only one was polite about it.
Some guy told me I liked incest because I was from Tennessee. This was stupid because there were three people from Tennessee and one from rural Kentucky in the room. He almost got thrown off a balcony.
My friend passed out before I could hang out with him. Drunk mothrfuckr.
RS did not call. This was resolved last night with me yelling at him for an hour. I thought about calling JR to set him straight. I probably still will.
Sunday, February 15, 2004
Huh?
So when your Boyfriend doesn't call you on Valentine's Day it means...? I hate that stupid day.
Saturday, February 14, 2004
VD
Happy fucking VD. Today so far I have woken up with a headache, cleaned up sheep shit, had my tasty lunch interrupted, and had everybody ask me, "What are you doing for Valentine's Day?" In all honesty, Roomie and I might go to this club in Waikiki that is having a VD special...MALE STRIPPERS! After almost being killed last night by a flying road sign and almost being hit by a car, I really don't care for any more drama.
VD, this year give your loved one something they will they will never forget.
VD, this year give your loved one something they will they will never forget.
Mail Call!
Last night Roomie and I picked up the mail. She had two letters and after she opened them, she was wondering who they were from. They talked about very personal things. Upon further inspection, we saw they were addressed to the building 2571 (ours is 2555) and room 403 (we have no forth floor). Of course we are going to give the girl her mail, but what if she has been going through ours, too. Kind of makes you think...
Friday, February 13, 2004
Wow.
He Hee. Drunk and doing english and poting blogs.... who could ask for a better time????????????????????????????? not me, i left my wallet in nicoles room. good thing i don't have nabf y caxh.
Thursday, February 12, 2004
Should They Marry?
I have been thinking a lot about my stand on homosexual marriage rights. It really isn't a thought process on my position as I am all for it, but rather why I believe in this. It took me 10 min reading AOL message boards to find out. Also, I like to look at what other people think. Here are some views:
This is a conservative Christian talking about his religious views and a copy of his letter to his senator:
"However, in no case, has anyone suggested that these relationships deserve the special recognition or the designation commonly understood as "marriage." The suggestion that relationships between members of the same gender should ever be accorded the status or the designation of marriage flies in the face of the thousands of years of experience about the societal stability that traditional marriage has afforded human civilization. To insist that male-male or female-female relationships must have the same status as the marriage relationship is more than unwise, it is patently absurd."
This is a liberal Christian's view on Gay Marriages. Just a forewarning, it has many quotes from the Bible:
"As described elsewhere, the Bible is silent about loving, committed homosexual relationships. In 1st century Palestine, the only same-sex behavior of which Paul was most likely familiar with were orgies in Pagan temples, and sexual molestation of children and youth (often slaves) by abusive male pedophiles. In 1 Corinthians 7:2, he wrote: "Nevertheless, to avoid fornication, let every man have his own wife, and let every woman have her own husband." (KJV). Those are fine alternatives to celibacy for a heterosexual man and woman. However, they were not applicable for gays and lesbians. So, we have to infer from passages on other topics what our belief and practice should be about committed, same-sex relationships."
This is the Catholic Church's official stance on homosexual marriages:
"The Church teaches that respect for homosexual persons cannot lead in any way to approval of homosexual behaviour or to legal recognition of homosexual unions. The common good requires that laws recognize, promote and protect marriage as the basis of the family, the primary unit of society. Legal recognition of homosexual unions or placing them on the same level as marriage would mean not only the approval of deviant behaviour, with the consequence of making it a model in present-day society, but would also obscure basic values which belong to the common inheritance of humanity. The Church cannot fail to defend these values, for the good of men and women and for the good of society itself."
This is my opinion:
I do believe in God and am more religious than some, but I don't think God intended us to hate gay people. Where in the Ten Commandments does it say "Thou shalt hate anybody who disagrees with you"? I think the problem with people who use religion for their argument is that they haven't figured out what they hate. Do they hate the act or the person?
Also, the religious argument is unfounded in this country because COURTS marry people, not churches. We have a thing called separation of church and state. Take church out of the homosexual marriage argument and there is no reason for homosexual couple NOT to be married. I mean, people say that religion is crap, evil, and horrible and they get married all the time, and isn't it also a sin to not believe in God?
*Edit~ This is the TIME article about it:
"If we have homosexual marriage mainstream, I can't even describe to you what our culture will be like."
I'd sure like to know. OH NO!! They might hold hands in public!!!
*Note* John Cloud, the reporter for TIME, is my favorite reporter for that magazine. He usually is fair and objective (maybe slightly leaning towards the left) on very touchy subjects. Just a little FYI.
This is a conservative Christian talking about his religious views and a copy of his letter to his senator:
"However, in no case, has anyone suggested that these relationships deserve the special recognition or the designation commonly understood as "marriage." The suggestion that relationships between members of the same gender should ever be accorded the status or the designation of marriage flies in the face of the thousands of years of experience about the societal stability that traditional marriage has afforded human civilization. To insist that male-male or female-female relationships must have the same status as the marriage relationship is more than unwise, it is patently absurd."
This is a liberal Christian's view on Gay Marriages. Just a forewarning, it has many quotes from the Bible:
"As described elsewhere, the Bible is silent about loving, committed homosexual relationships. In 1st century Palestine, the only same-sex behavior of which Paul was most likely familiar with were orgies in Pagan temples, and sexual molestation of children and youth (often slaves) by abusive male pedophiles. In 1 Corinthians 7:2, he wrote: "Nevertheless, to avoid fornication, let every man have his own wife, and let every woman have her own husband." (KJV). Those are fine alternatives to celibacy for a heterosexual man and woman. However, they were not applicable for gays and lesbians. So, we have to infer from passages on other topics what our belief and practice should be about committed, same-sex relationships."
This is the Catholic Church's official stance on homosexual marriages:
"The Church teaches that respect for homosexual persons cannot lead in any way to approval of homosexual behaviour or to legal recognition of homosexual unions. The common good requires that laws recognize, promote and protect marriage as the basis of the family, the primary unit of society. Legal recognition of homosexual unions or placing them on the same level as marriage would mean not only the approval of deviant behaviour, with the consequence of making it a model in present-day society, but would also obscure basic values which belong to the common inheritance of humanity. The Church cannot fail to defend these values, for the good of men and women and for the good of society itself."
This is my opinion:
I do believe in God and am more religious than some, but I don't think God intended us to hate gay people. Where in the Ten Commandments does it say "Thou shalt hate anybody who disagrees with you"? I think the problem with people who use religion for their argument is that they haven't figured out what they hate. Do they hate the act or the person?
Also, the religious argument is unfounded in this country because COURTS marry people, not churches. We have a thing called separation of church and state. Take church out of the homosexual marriage argument and there is no reason for homosexual couple NOT to be married. I mean, people say that religion is crap, evil, and horrible and they get married all the time, and isn't it also a sin to not believe in God?
*Edit~ This is the TIME article about it:
"If we have homosexual marriage mainstream, I can't even describe to you what our culture will be like."
I'd sure like to know. OH NO!! They might hold hands in public!!!
*Note* John Cloud, the reporter for TIME, is my favorite reporter for that magazine. He usually is fair and objective (maybe slightly leaning towards the left) on very touchy subjects. Just a little FYI.
Where Was the English?
I finished reviewing a paper on a experiment wit ha terrible design done on cattle involving Interferon-Tau. I won't get into why this was a terrible experiment, but basically they didn't use enough subjects and they didn't find anything new. What I was depressed with was the language. There were so many grammatical errors, I though my head would explode. I was talking to Palila at the time and most of my anger came out in that conversation:
ME: i have to review a 21 page paper that repeats everything over and over again about how cows recognize pregnancy.
ME: i really don't care.
SHE: ick
SHE: you don't care?
SHE: about the cows?
ME: about cows
ME: all of this to find out why people sometimes have problems going into labor
ME: lots of mechanical mistakes. he repeats lots of words, spells lots of words wrong, and misspelled "prostaglandin" in the title
ME: that's probably why it is so freaking long.
SHE: wow
ME: he starts 9 out of 10 sentences with either "in brief" or "the present study reveals".
SHE: eek
ME: they are a canadian group.
SHE: of cows?
SHE: so they're probably all mad!
ME: researchers are canadian
SHE: mad
ME: true
ME: "new emerging concepts..." isn't that a little redundant?
SHE: um..
SHE: sorta?
ME: "...might be a key regulator of P4 action in these both tissues."
ME: this english is killing me
SHE: hahaha
SHE: crazy canadians
ME: one of them is Doc's former graduate students
ME: one of*
SHE: hahaha
ME: There are sentences without verbs!!!!!
ME: NO!!!!
SHE: hahahaha
SHE: sounds like a blog
ME: blogs don't talk about polycrine actions
SHE: haha
ME: subject verb agreement just ran out
SHE: haha
SHE: and the george-paper agreement probably ran out a long time ago
ME: FINISHED THANK GOD!!!!!
ME: i have to go to english pretty soon. i think a freaking monkey on a typewriter could have written this better.
SHE: hahaha
ME: well i must be off to Mr. Man's class
ME: i will ttyl. ta-ta!!
SHE: bye!
My personal favorites were gaols (goals), "In experiment, we did this", and "...in these both tissues". Prosdaglandin (Prostaglandin) in the title and missing references were also winners.
ME: i have to review a 21 page paper that repeats everything over and over again about how cows recognize pregnancy.
ME: i really don't care.
SHE: ick
SHE: you don't care?
SHE: about the cows?
ME: about cows
ME: all of this to find out why people sometimes have problems going into labor
ME: lots of mechanical mistakes. he repeats lots of words, spells lots of words wrong, and misspelled "prostaglandin" in the title
ME: that's probably why it is so freaking long.
SHE: wow
ME: he starts 9 out of 10 sentences with either "in brief" or "the present study reveals".
SHE: eek
ME: they are a canadian group.
SHE: of cows?
SHE: so they're probably all mad!
ME: researchers are canadian
SHE: mad
ME: true
ME: "new emerging concepts..." isn't that a little redundant?
SHE: um..
SHE: sorta?
ME: "...might be a key regulator of P4 action in these both tissues."
ME: this english is killing me
SHE: hahaha
SHE: crazy canadians
ME: one of them is Doc's former graduate students
ME: one of*
SHE: hahaha
ME: There are sentences without verbs!!!!!
ME: NO!!!!
SHE: hahahaha
SHE: sounds like a blog
ME: blogs don't talk about polycrine actions
SHE: haha
ME: subject verb agreement just ran out
SHE: haha
SHE: and the george-paper agreement probably ran out a long time ago
ME: FINISHED THANK GOD!!!!!
ME: i have to go to english pretty soon. i think a freaking monkey on a typewriter could have written this better.
SHE: hahaha
ME: well i must be off to Mr. Man's class
ME: i will ttyl. ta-ta!!
SHE: bye!
My personal favorites were gaols (goals), "In experiment, we did this", and "...in these both tissues". Prosdaglandin (Prostaglandin) in the title and missing references were also winners.
Wednesday, February 11, 2004
Tuesday, February 10, 2004
Barf!
Valentine's Day is getting closer, and you know what that means? It means another depressing year surrounded by lots of cute, beautiful, sweet, and thoughtful couples, gifts, and ideas. This makes me want to barf. You know, I have never had a boyfriend over either my birthday or Valentine's Day. This year is the first time, and he is an ocean and half a continent away. Pardon me if I am not in the holiday spirit.
Every year I trick myself a week before Valentine's Day into thinking, "I don't need sweet sentiments from non-family members to validate my worth." It works for a while, and I even make pacts with my girlfriends to boycott the Hallmark Hell. Then disaster always strikes.
They all get chocolates or cards and I don't. Usually it is from guys who have secret little crushes on them, they start talking, and happy fucking VD, they start dating. So much for our little pact, it's ruined along with my delusions of brushing off Hallmark for just one year. The only Valentines I ever get are from my dad and my mother (occasionally my sister).
Just to clear this all up, I am in no short supply of guys, nor am I hard up for a date. I just was not blessed with the qualities of women whom guys feel the need to spend money or thought on. The group of guys this is aimed at is not the romantic interest group, but the guy friend group. What I'm trying to say is even the girls who are "just one of the guys" need some Valentine's loving. As much as they say they don't need a stupid Hallmark holiday to validate their existence, they do, and that is why they are so angry about it. It hurts when the guys who we support when their girlfriends break up with them, they didn't make the team, or are having trouble with their boss forget about us. We are the girls who support you guys when you need anything female and don't want to call your mother, the girls who bring pizza over to watch the game, the girls who sit with you when you hate the female gender and agree that, yes in fact, girls are bitches. We are the girls who are your translators in communicating with women. The ones to whom you owe the ability to know what to say in sticky situations. The ones who end up being right when they say, "She's not good for you, she's psycho." We are the girls who don't get Valentines because their guys forget about them and make them feel under-appreciated.
I am sick of picking out gifts for your girlfriend or trying to hook you up with my hot friends and getting no reciprocation on the one day when I need the most emotional support. This year, I am supporting Anti-Valentine's day. I am sending everybody Anti-Valentine's. Don't be surprised if you get a card that say, "I hate you, happy fucking VD." This is just my little way of saying, "Your welcome", or "Valentine's Day really is a shit day."
Just FYI for those guys who have that one special girl who could be their best man in their wedding.
Every year I trick myself a week before Valentine's Day into thinking, "I don't need sweet sentiments from non-family members to validate my worth." It works for a while, and I even make pacts with my girlfriends to boycott the Hallmark Hell. Then disaster always strikes.
They all get chocolates or cards and I don't. Usually it is from guys who have secret little crushes on them, they start talking, and happy fucking VD, they start dating. So much for our little pact, it's ruined along with my delusions of brushing off Hallmark for just one year. The only Valentines I ever get are from my dad and my mother (occasionally my sister).
Just to clear this all up, I am in no short supply of guys, nor am I hard up for a date. I just was not blessed with the qualities of women whom guys feel the need to spend money or thought on. The group of guys this is aimed at is not the romantic interest group, but the guy friend group. What I'm trying to say is even the girls who are "just one of the guys" need some Valentine's loving. As much as they say they don't need a stupid Hallmark holiday to validate their existence, they do, and that is why they are so angry about it. It hurts when the guys who we support when their girlfriends break up with them, they didn't make the team, or are having trouble with their boss forget about us. We are the girls who support you guys when you need anything female and don't want to call your mother, the girls who bring pizza over to watch the game, the girls who sit with you when you hate the female gender and agree that, yes in fact, girls are bitches. We are the girls who are your translators in communicating with women. The ones to whom you owe the ability to know what to say in sticky situations. The ones who end up being right when they say, "She's not good for you, she's psycho." We are the girls who don't get Valentines because their guys forget about them and make them feel under-appreciated.
I am sick of picking out gifts for your girlfriend or trying to hook you up with my hot friends and getting no reciprocation on the one day when I need the most emotional support. This year, I am supporting Anti-Valentine's day. I am sending everybody Anti-Valentine's. Don't be surprised if you get a card that say, "I hate you, happy fucking VD." This is just my little way of saying, "Your welcome", or "Valentine's Day really is a shit day."
Just FYI for those guys who have that one special girl who could be their best man in their wedding.
Monday, February 09, 2004
But He Was Republican
So this past weekend was interesting. Thoroughly depressed because I found out I am not doing so hot with this 20 credit hour schedule, I ate half a pepperoni, pineapple, and mushroom pizza and half a carton of Godiva Raspberry Chocolate Truffle ice cream. After the emotional breakdown, food, and a Mark Whalberg E! True Hollywood Story I felt revitalized.
I went with Roomie, Nicole, and the only two non-bitchy girls from the other side of the hallway to a hotel room on the 30th floor with an excellent view of ocean and city. From 21:30 - 0:00 it was just the girls, a bag of Jack-In-The-Box, and 1 Marine who liked Southpark. Finally, more people showed up.
There was Tennessee who was from Nashville and kept calling me Tennessee. I told him I thought Nashville was full of cowboy country singer wannabes and that I am disgusted that it is part of Tennessee. He shut up.
There was Jamaica. I know this guy from my uneventful night at this wretched Japanese dance club. We sat and talked about how badly Japanese people dance.
There was Southpark who had been with us since 21:30.
Angry Guy just sat in the corner.
The one who was all up on my jock was Val Kilmer. He acted like Val Kilmer did in that movie where he was blind. Ok, just that fact that he wore his sunglasses at night was the only thing like that, but whatever.
He apparently took a shining to me and talked to Roomie (who was intoxicated) to get her to see if I liked him. He seemed alright, but full of himself. Everybody was so intent on getting us together that they all left for Denny's and left the two of us alone.
First we talked. This guy was SO full of himself it was making me ill. Finally I try to find out why. He's a punk ass Republican. No no, his dad is and he goes along with what his dad says. All he said was, "My dad says..." and "I talked to my dad..." There was ABSOLUTELY ZERO original thought. His dad makes upward of $500,000 a year and he was complaining that he paid too many taxes and didn't get to keep enough of his money.
Oh, cry me a river, I am SO sympathetic. Try telling that to a woman who makes $2.13 an hour plus tips to give her two children the best possible life. I really care that you only get to keep $300,000. Really, I do.
As if this weren't enough, after I told him I had a boyfriend and wasn't interested, he still tried to get all up on my junk. I turned on the TV and moved away from him. He then proceeded to turn out the lights and move over to me. Could he not take a hint?
Finally, Nicole and Jamaica came back. She pointed out the Do Not Disturb sign on the door. I was FURIOUS!!!
Finally, sleepy time came. I fell asleep on the bed and so did Roomie. When I woke up, Val Kilmer was in the bed all sprawled out, kicking me off and Roomie was outside on the balcony. I got up, got some towels and fell asleep in front of the bathroom. About 30 minutes later, Roomie came and asked if I would like to catch the trolley back with her. I said yes please.
We waited an hour and a half for the trolley, gave up, and started walking. We stopped at Jamba juice and got breakfast, and arrived at the dorms an hour later. I did laundry, homework, and watched a lot of TV. Sunday, when Roomie and I came back from dinner, all the Marines were taking showers in my hall bathroom with some girls from my hall while the power in the bathroom was still out (it had been out since Thursday). They looked at us like we were out of place so I came up with the meanest look I could muster and flashed it at them.
I am very picky about the guys I welcome in my bathroom. I am only comfortable with 4 and 3 of them are in Iraq. That leaves the guy who came with us to eat on my birthday because he is over here all the time and is just one of those guys. These annoying people were not welcome and I made it my point to make them feel that way.
I miss my Army guys.
I went with Roomie, Nicole, and the only two non-bitchy girls from the other side of the hallway to a hotel room on the 30th floor with an excellent view of ocean and city. From 21:30 - 0:00 it was just the girls, a bag of Jack-In-The-Box, and 1 Marine who liked Southpark. Finally, more people showed up.
There was Tennessee who was from Nashville and kept calling me Tennessee. I told him I thought Nashville was full of cowboy country singer wannabes and that I am disgusted that it is part of Tennessee. He shut up.
There was Jamaica. I know this guy from my uneventful night at this wretched Japanese dance club. We sat and talked about how badly Japanese people dance.
There was Southpark who had been with us since 21:30.
Angry Guy just sat in the corner.
The one who was all up on my jock was Val Kilmer. He acted like Val Kilmer did in that movie where he was blind. Ok, just that fact that he wore his sunglasses at night was the only thing like that, but whatever.
He apparently took a shining to me and talked to Roomie (who was intoxicated) to get her to see if I liked him. He seemed alright, but full of himself. Everybody was so intent on getting us together that they all left for Denny's and left the two of us alone.
First we talked. This guy was SO full of himself it was making me ill. Finally I try to find out why. He's a punk ass Republican. No no, his dad is and he goes along with what his dad says. All he said was, "My dad says..." and "I talked to my dad..." There was ABSOLUTELY ZERO original thought. His dad makes upward of $500,000 a year and he was complaining that he paid too many taxes and didn't get to keep enough of his money.
Oh, cry me a river, I am SO sympathetic. Try telling that to a woman who makes $2.13 an hour plus tips to give her two children the best possible life. I really care that you only get to keep $300,000. Really, I do.
As if this weren't enough, after I told him I had a boyfriend and wasn't interested, he still tried to get all up on my junk. I turned on the TV and moved away from him. He then proceeded to turn out the lights and move over to me. Could he not take a hint?
Finally, Nicole and Jamaica came back. She pointed out the Do Not Disturb sign on the door. I was FURIOUS!!!
Finally, sleepy time came. I fell asleep on the bed and so did Roomie. When I woke up, Val Kilmer was in the bed all sprawled out, kicking me off and Roomie was outside on the balcony. I got up, got some towels and fell asleep in front of the bathroom. About 30 minutes later, Roomie came and asked if I would like to catch the trolley back with her. I said yes please.
We waited an hour and a half for the trolley, gave up, and started walking. We stopped at Jamba juice and got breakfast, and arrived at the dorms an hour later. I did laundry, homework, and watched a lot of TV. Sunday, when Roomie and I came back from dinner, all the Marines were taking showers in my hall bathroom with some girls from my hall while the power in the bathroom was still out (it had been out since Thursday). They looked at us like we were out of place so I came up with the meanest look I could muster and flashed it at them.
I am very picky about the guys I welcome in my bathroom. I am only comfortable with 4 and 3 of them are in Iraq. That leaves the guy who came with us to eat on my birthday because he is over here all the time and is just one of those guys. These annoying people were not welcome and I made it my point to make them feel that way.
I miss my Army guys.
It Was Thrilling?
I saw Deliverance for the first time this weekend. I would have been slightly thrilled if the guys weren't so fucking stupid. These are my main beefs:
1. Never approach a mountain man with a shot gun. That's just stupid.
2. Never mention a still to a mountain man with a shotgun and no teeth. That's just stupid.
3. Don't call the police about a body you killed in the mountain, and don't even touch it. Decomposed bodies are found all the time in the woods and nobody ever get caught. Ever. I'm sure lots of bodies never get found. Just throw some leaves and sticks on it. Anything else is just stupid.
4. If a shotgun goes off, you'd damn well hear it. There would have been no question about it. It also would have blown a hole the size of Montana in somebody. To think otherwise is just stupid.
5. Never try to stand up in river rapids. Your foot will get caught in something and the current will push your head down. Either that or you will break something. Standing up is just stupid.
6. Climbing a wet cliff straight up without equipment is just stupid.
7. Pulling an arrow out of you is just stupid. You should break it off at both ends and leave it in.
8. To the producer/writer/director, having that movie drag on forever was just stupid.
I cannot believe that made the top 100 thrillers. It was just stupid.
1. Never approach a mountain man with a shot gun. That's just stupid.
2. Never mention a still to a mountain man with a shotgun and no teeth. That's just stupid.
3. Don't call the police about a body you killed in the mountain, and don't even touch it. Decomposed bodies are found all the time in the woods and nobody ever get caught. Ever. I'm sure lots of bodies never get found. Just throw some leaves and sticks on it. Anything else is just stupid.
4. If a shotgun goes off, you'd damn well hear it. There would have been no question about it. It also would have blown a hole the size of Montana in somebody. To think otherwise is just stupid.
5. Never try to stand up in river rapids. Your foot will get caught in something and the current will push your head down. Either that or you will break something. Standing up is just stupid.
6. Climbing a wet cliff straight up without equipment is just stupid.
7. Pulling an arrow out of you is just stupid. You should break it off at both ends and leave it in.
8. To the producer/writer/director, having that movie drag on forever was just stupid.
I cannot believe that made the top 100 thrillers. It was just stupid.
Melting Make-Up
Qualifications for meteorologist in Hawaii:
Lots of make-up
Skinny
Blonde
Sadistic as fuck
No actual skill involved
The first three are self explanatory, the other two need a little bit of explanation.
No skill involved: This is because you always say, "High in the 80s, chance of rain, partly sunny, and lows in the morning around 65." Some where all of these are true. The only time it isn't true is if there is some HUGE glaring phenomenon, like the tornados.
Sadistic: Most residential places are not air conditioned because the wind keeps them cool. For the past 5 days there has been zero wind. The weather people think this is fucking hilarious because they are in air conditioned buildings 24/7. They laugh and say, "The trade winds will probably be non-existent till Wednesday, ignore these false returns. You are going to be fucking hot as hell. HAHAHAHA!!!" I hate them. I hate them so much.
Lots of make-up
Skinny
Blonde
Sadistic as fuck
No actual skill involved
The first three are self explanatory, the other two need a little bit of explanation.
No skill involved: This is because you always say, "High in the 80s, chance of rain, partly sunny, and lows in the morning around 65." Some where all of these are true. The only time it isn't true is if there is some HUGE glaring phenomenon, like the tornados.
Sadistic: Most residential places are not air conditioned because the wind keeps them cool. For the past 5 days there has been zero wind. The weather people think this is fucking hilarious because they are in air conditioned buildings 24/7. They laugh and say, "The trade winds will probably be non-existent till Wednesday, ignore these false returns. You are going to be fucking hot as hell. HAHAHAHA!!!" I hate them. I hate them so much.
Sunday, February 08, 2004
It's Questionable
I supported the LGB (Lesbian-Gay-Bisexual) organization. I agreed with them when they added the T (Transsexual). I am very disappointed with their new title, the LGBTQ (Questionable) organization. I think it trivializes it and makes it seem trendy to be of non-heterosexual orientation. I believe it encourages people to not be honest with themselves. I still support the LGBT part of it, but the Q is not high up on my list of support.
Friday, February 06, 2004
Great Balls of Fire
My bladder (or was it the sirens?) rudely awoke me this morning and wouldn't let me go back to sleep (most definitely the bladder). While groggily rolling out of bed, I noticed a fire truck outside our building with lots of cars and lights and stuff. Upon further inspection (looking out the window) it was apparent that one of our dumpsters was very much on fire. Quite on fire. On fire enough that the whole dumpster was ablaze as well as 4 foot flames. It was very odd at 2:30 in the morning.
Wednesday, February 04, 2004
Potty Update
The toilets still don't flush. Roomie went to the other side of the hallway. She tested their flushability with the stall door open. One of the other side girls looked at her and said condescendingly, "Don't break our toilets." Their toilets do flush. I went to the second floor. They really don't care who you are, partly because I think the drugs make it impossible for them to tell where they are. This makes me realize that maybe there is a reason the girls on the other side of the hallway stayed on their side and our side stayed on ours. The two should not mix. We love everybody, they love themselves.
7-14 Days
Texas A&M admissions says I have been submitted for review and I will know if I am in in 7-14 days. I think it will be a yes. If it is, I will be for sure getting out of here because I'll have at least one escape plan.
Tuesday, February 03, 2004
Dengue Fever
As many of you all know, mosquitoes and other assorted bugs breed in out shower and sink pipes. We spray every morning to take showers, and most of them still aren't dead. While waiting in the campus clinic to get my prescription filled, I saw an interesting pamphlet about Dengue Fever. Dengue fever is an incurable mosquito borne illness found in Hawaii. It is similar to malaria with symptoms including high fever, severe headaches, vomiting, body and joint pains,eye pain, and rash. The mosquitoes are most active right after daybreak (6:30-8:00) and just before dark (5:00-6:30). These are the only times I am really in the dorm. How can the United States do such a great job at getting rid of mosquitoes in Panama, but we can't get rid of mosquitoes in a public school dorm?
I hope the toilets get fixed soon, mosquitoes can breed in them. Hepatitis/Dengue fever mosquitoes...nothing better.
*They have invaded the room. I have killed 10 in the past hour, 6 while doing calculus homework. They are EVERYWHERE!!*
I hope the toilets get fixed soon, mosquitoes can breed in them. Hepatitis/Dengue fever mosquitoes...nothing better.
*They have invaded the room. I have killed 10 in the past hour, 6 while doing calculus homework. They are EVERYWHERE!!*
Grr...
I do not appreciate the Republican party paying for pop-ups that say, "The Republican Party will continue to improve the economy." which interfere with my ultimate internet browsing experience. I especially do not appreciate it as I think of the tax cuts to the rich, and then thinking of trying to find a toilet that works in my STATE AND FEDERALLY FUNDED school. Just......FUCK!
The Great Potty Caper
They turned off our water today at 11:00 am. In the process, they somehow broke the toilets on my side of the 3rd floor hallway. The maintenance guys came at 2 to fix them. It is now 7:30 pm and our toilets still. don't. work. If I wake up in the middle of the night and have to pee, I am going to be pissed if I have to walk to find a toilet that works. I hate Hawaii. Isn't this some sort of health code violation or residential negligence? I want a housing refund.
Birthday at Buca's
My birthday was so tasty!! 4 of my friends and I went to Buca di Beppo's which is an Italian restaurant which serves food family style (communal entrees). We got stuffed on mozzarella, tomatoes, roasted red and yellow peppers, chicken parmigana, and spaghetti with meatballs. We topped it all off with spumoni, chocolate cake, whipped cream, vanilla ice cream, and Sambuca sauce. A three course meal for five people ended up at $65 or $15 per person. Yum!!
Nicole has a birthday party of cake and beer planned for this weekend. Fun times!!!
Nicole has a birthday party of cake and beer planned for this weekend. Fun times!!!
Physics or Something Like It
My physics TA is so stupid. I got frustrated with him and walked out on him (not subtly either). He is unorganized, and while I'm sure HE knows physics, we don't, but he teaches it to us like we should know all of it before hand. I understand it, but many in the class have no clue. He conveys information poorly, so I often ask him to clarify specific things. He sometimes claims he has already (when he hasn't), or will go uh...... for about 20 minutes before going, "Ok, let's start over." Is this what I pay (or would pay) tuition for? The fact that I am out of here in fall is my only hope.
Sunday, February 01, 2004
Shouldn't You Be Licking Something
Roomie and I went out yesterday. Here is a night in review, categorized by location:
Sears: I found an awesome birthday shirt! Happy Birthday to me. I also tried on this outfit that made me look like an awkward red-polka-dotted elephant. The shirt looked nice, but the skirt was not built for some one with large hips. The shirt really did looks nice...
Drama: A group of middle schoolers were arguing. You know, the fat, bossy kind in hoochy clothes that almost always turn out to be hos in high school.
Sears does not have an accurate bathroom scale. I was either 100 lbs or 160lbs. Roomie was either 93 lbs or 145 lbs, but she is neither (she is much shorter than I).
Hallmark: Looked at cards. Stocked up because I remembered everybody's birthday.
Old Navy: I bought a pair of slippers (sandals) because I have walked the heals out of mine several times over.
Gap: Walked in this 3 story establishment to find zero (0) shoes.
Sephora: Got holiday make-up on sale for $5.
The Body Shop Kiosk: Put smelly stuff on while Roomie bought a present for her mom. The dark brown body butter with the nuts on it smells SO good.
Tower Records: See "Canadian Club Love" below.
The bus stop: We sat at the sketchiest bus stop in Honolulu. The bus stop is right outside of a sex shop, next to three (3) exotic dance clubs and a tattoo parlor on one side of the street. Across the street is a shady night club that I am boycotting due to their mistreatment of animals (they keep monkeys behind the bar). While waiting at the bus stop, Roomie and I got hit on 3 times, got stared at by an old man in an SUV, got yelled at numerous times, met some guy waiting for the same bus as us that never came, saw and infinite number of slutty outfits and bad hair, heard glass break about every 15 seconds, got fully view of the people going in and out of the sex shop, and called TheBus to find out when ours was coming. They said ten minutes. We waited 30, got fed up, and started walking only to find that the walk is about 15 minutes and well lit (for the most part). We got worried when the street lights would go out as we passed them. The route also took us by a Taco Bell and the ice cream store.
Taco Bell: Some drunk/high/crazy not homeless guy came up to us during our taco experience and said, "Can I have some change or something, I'm saving up for a bean burrito. Just throw it at my face, or throw a brick or something." Roomie gives 50 cents. He says "I love you!" I give him 22 cents. He says, " I love you, you guys are wonder..." He then drops 12 cents and Roomie says, "You dropped some change." He kind of stares at it a while and then bends down to pick it up. "Come here Mr. Lincoln Winkin. Mr. George Washington." Then he walks up to the Order counter and says, "Hey!!! I GOT IT!! Come here teenie beanies!! My little beanie weanies. I love beanie teenies!!!!!!!" I assume after this he either walked out or was thrown out because we didn't hear from him after that. He totally interfered with my taco experience.
Bubbie's (shouldn't you be licking something?): This is my FAVORITE ice cream store, and is probably the only thing besides the shaved ice place I will miss. We got mochi covered ice cream. Mochi was invented by some freaking smart Hawaiiaese (Hawaiian/Japanese) person who pounded rice until it was chewy, soft, yummy, and mochi-asm-tastic. It was like three mochi/ice cream orgasms for $2.50. Bubbie's serves a wide variety of ice cream-tastic delights including: A Functioning Prostate, Come Here Little Girl, Bite Me, and the wonderful Bite My Balls which includes 16 scoops of ice cream. Their motto is, "Shouldn't you be licking something?"
Dorm: RS calls me drunk off his ass and crying. He says he wishes I was in his arms right now. I tried to coach him to his bed. Finally I said, " I think you need to go to bed." He said, "You always tell me these things, and you're usually right. Even when I don't know it." It made me feel strangely like a dominatrix, and I kind of liked it.
Sears: I found an awesome birthday shirt! Happy Birthday to me. I also tried on this outfit that made me look like an awkward red-polka-dotted elephant. The shirt looked nice, but the skirt was not built for some one with large hips. The shirt really did looks nice...
Drama: A group of middle schoolers were arguing. You know, the fat, bossy kind in hoochy clothes that almost always turn out to be hos in high school.
Sears does not have an accurate bathroom scale. I was either 100 lbs or 160lbs. Roomie was either 93 lbs or 145 lbs, but she is neither (she is much shorter than I).
Hallmark: Looked at cards. Stocked up because I remembered everybody's birthday.
Old Navy: I bought a pair of slippers (sandals) because I have walked the heals out of mine several times over.
Gap: Walked in this 3 story establishment to find zero (0) shoes.
Sephora: Got holiday make-up on sale for $5.
The Body Shop Kiosk: Put smelly stuff on while Roomie bought a present for her mom. The dark brown body butter with the nuts on it smells SO good.
Tower Records: See "Canadian Club Love" below.
The bus stop: We sat at the sketchiest bus stop in Honolulu. The bus stop is right outside of a sex shop, next to three (3) exotic dance clubs and a tattoo parlor on one side of the street. Across the street is a shady night club that I am boycotting due to their mistreatment of animals (they keep monkeys behind the bar). While waiting at the bus stop, Roomie and I got hit on 3 times, got stared at by an old man in an SUV, got yelled at numerous times, met some guy waiting for the same bus as us that never came, saw and infinite number of slutty outfits and bad hair, heard glass break about every 15 seconds, got fully view of the people going in and out of the sex shop, and called TheBus to find out when ours was coming. They said ten minutes. We waited 30, got fed up, and started walking only to find that the walk is about 15 minutes and well lit (for the most part). We got worried when the street lights would go out as we passed them. The route also took us by a Taco Bell and the ice cream store.
Taco Bell: Some drunk/high/crazy not homeless guy came up to us during our taco experience and said, "Can I have some change or something, I'm saving up for a bean burrito. Just throw it at my face, or throw a brick or something." Roomie gives 50 cents. He says "I love you!" I give him 22 cents. He says, " I love you, you guys are wonder..." He then drops 12 cents and Roomie says, "You dropped some change." He kind of stares at it a while and then bends down to pick it up. "Come here Mr. Lincoln Winkin. Mr. George Washington." Then he walks up to the Order counter and says, "Hey!!! I GOT IT!! Come here teenie beanies!! My little beanie weanies. I love beanie teenies!!!!!!!" I assume after this he either walked out or was thrown out because we didn't hear from him after that. He totally interfered with my taco experience.
Bubbie's (shouldn't you be licking something?): This is my FAVORITE ice cream store, and is probably the only thing besides the shaved ice place I will miss. We got mochi covered ice cream. Mochi was invented by some freaking smart Hawaiiaese (Hawaiian/Japanese) person who pounded rice until it was chewy, soft, yummy, and mochi-asm-tastic. It was like three mochi/ice cream orgasms for $2.50. Bubbie's serves a wide variety of ice cream-tastic delights including: A Functioning Prostate, Come Here Little Girl, Bite Me, and the wonderful Bite My Balls which includes 16 scoops of ice cream. Their motto is, "Shouldn't you be licking something?"
Dorm: RS calls me drunk off his ass and crying. He says he wishes I was in his arms right now. I tried to coach him to his bed. Finally I said, " I think you need to go to bed." He said, "You always tell me these things, and you're usually right. Even when I don't know it." It made me feel strangely like a dominatrix, and I kind of liked it.
Ugh!
Apparently Dubya and Tony Blair have been nominated for the Nobel Peace Prize. I think I will vomit if they win it. The good news is they have little chance of winning it. He is among good company, here are some of the other nominees: Pope John Paul II; the European Union to mark its expansion to include former East bloc states; the Salvation Army; former Nazi dictator Adolf Hitler; former Czech president Vaclav Havel; former Yugoslav president Slobodan Milosevic; and Chinese dissidents. Bush should feel right at home among Hitler and Milosevic.
On a different note, scientists are looking at ways to for a superconductor of potassium. They made the particles act in a unique way, in essence forming a different sort of matter.
On a different note, scientists are looking at ways to for a superconductor of potassium. They made the particles act in a unique way, in essence forming a different sort of matter.
Canadian Club Love
I have been looking for this one CD by Roxy Music and have never been able to find it except for ordering it off Amazon, but I don't like ordering stuff online. It was $12. It's like a Roxy Music-asm. I also got Nosferatu which it the original silent black and white vampire film on which Shadow of a Vampire was based. Mr. Kilgore turned me on to classic horror and fantasy films in his horror&fantasy class. Thanks Mr. Kilgore. Also among my little finds were a Grateful Dead CD and the SLC Punk Soundtrack. YEAH!
What I Do
I think it is time I gave a very clear picture of what we do to the sheep. We actually did two experiments, so I will outline them for you now.
Experiment 1:
1. We put in a jugular catheter (a plastic tube in the jugular vein) and cap it to draw blood and administer anesthesia.
2. We cut them open and take out the Corpus Luteum and 26 caruncles (site of implantation and the maternal contribution to the placenta), and chop them all up.
3. We use a highly concentrated pentabarbitol solution to euthanasia them. It is bright pink and thick (if you will remember when it got in my mouth).
4. Incinerate the carcass.
Experiment 2:
1. Jugular catheter the day be for a set-up.
Set Up:
1. Cut open the leg to the saphenous vein. We catheterize it (it's a bitch) to draw blood from the Vena Cava where the uterine-ovarian vein drains.
2. Sew it up.
3. Cut open the abdomen and catheterize the uterine horn.
4. Push the guts out of the way and poke the catheter through the body wall.
5. Sew everything up.
6. During the week give treatment every 4 hours. Every 12 hours, blood needs to be drawn and spun, the room needs to be cleaned, and fresh water needs to be given to the animals.
Take down:
1. Cut open abdomen and check that all catheters are intact.
2. Take a blood sample from the uterine veins. They are tiny, rolly little buggers.
3. Cut out corpus luteum if it is still there.
4. Take caruncle samples. We need 24 total.
5. Put her down and incinerate the carcass.
Fun stuff.
Experiment 1:
1. We put in a jugular catheter (a plastic tube in the jugular vein) and cap it to draw blood and administer anesthesia.
2. We cut them open and take out the Corpus Luteum and 26 caruncles (site of implantation and the maternal contribution to the placenta), and chop them all up.
3. We use a highly concentrated pentabarbitol solution to euthanasia them. It is bright pink and thick (if you will remember when it got in my mouth).
4. Incinerate the carcass.
Experiment 2:
1. Jugular catheter the day be for a set-up.
Set Up:
1. Cut open the leg to the saphenous vein. We catheterize it (it's a bitch) to draw blood from the Vena Cava where the uterine-ovarian vein drains.
2. Sew it up.
3. Cut open the abdomen and catheterize the uterine horn.
4. Push the guts out of the way and poke the catheter through the body wall.
5. Sew everything up.
6. During the week give treatment every 4 hours. Every 12 hours, blood needs to be drawn and spun, the room needs to be cleaned, and fresh water needs to be given to the animals.
Take down:
1. Cut open abdomen and check that all catheters are intact.
2. Take a blood sample from the uterine veins. They are tiny, rolly little buggers.
3. Cut out corpus luteum if it is still there.
4. Take caruncle samples. We need 24 total.
5. Put her down and incinerate the carcass.
Fun stuff.
Saturday, January 31, 2004
Good Bill of Health
Finally figured out the virus scan. My computer now has a clean bill of health. YAY!
Friday, January 30, 2004
Rain
I have been wet all day, and not in a good way. It started at 5:45 am. EL and I got out of hormone/blood sample stuff and found it to be POURING. EL has a motorcycle. Off we went on the bike in the rain. It felt like little tiny needles that make you cold.
At 7:30 am I woke up again and took a shower. My hair looked really nice.
At 8:15 am the Heavens opened up and crazy rain started falling. I was soaked by the time I got across the street. I then froze my ass off the whole class.
Any time I walked outside today, it was raining.
I walked to the lab. It was sunny when I started. At 3:40 pm it started raining. Again. It was ok because now it is cool outside.
At 7:30 am I woke up again and took a shower. My hair looked really nice.
At 8:15 am the Heavens opened up and crazy rain started falling. I was soaked by the time I got across the street. I then froze my ass off the whole class.
Any time I walked outside today, it was raining.
I walked to the lab. It was sunny when I started. At 3:40 pm it started raining. Again. It was ok because now it is cool outside.
How Nice
How nice is it when...
...you realize the book you're reading is very good?
...somebody, out of the blue says, "Have you lost weight?"
...you get to sheep surgery and they are all done?
...your hot physics prof., whose butt, you found out, looks great in jeans, picks up a bottle of water and sensually runs it across his forehead in the middle of class?
...the calculus Nazi assigns the same homework he assigned Wednesday, so you are calculus free this weekend?
...Monday is your birthday so everybody took your blood sample/hormone treatments this weekend?
...you realize that fudgecicles only have 90 calories, and how good fudgecicles are?
...it's Friday?
Today has been GREAT!!!
...you realize the book you're reading is very good?
...somebody, out of the blue says, "Have you lost weight?"
...you get to sheep surgery and they are all done?
...your hot physics prof., whose butt, you found out, looks great in jeans, picks up a bottle of water and sensually runs it across his forehead in the middle of class?
...the calculus Nazi assigns the same homework he assigned Wednesday, so you are calculus free this weekend?
...Monday is your birthday so everybody took your blood sample/hormone treatments this weekend?
...you realize that fudgecicles only have 90 calories, and how good fudgecicles are?
...it's Friday?
Today has been GREAT!!!
Wednesday, January 28, 2004
Moods
Roomie played classic rock (100% 70s rock). It was fantastic. I suggest you try it. It kind of was empowering to me, but you may have a different reaction. It was kind of strange though because we are in a similar situation as were these people when the songs were written. After of plenty of Three Dog Night, I feel empowered enough to scream, "MORE BOOM BOOM!" back at the people outside. That killed my political moment. I'll have another one soon, I'm sure. Nicole and I have both zeroed in on Kerry as our favorite Demoratic canidate. Mine only after Gephardt dropped out of the running.
Vote in 2004....please.
Vote in 2004....please.
The Hair
I feel like I am a patient person. I can wait out a storm if I have to. I feel I am very patient with other people. I found myself very irritable today. I mean irritable to the point my own mother would call me nasty. This is not in character, but because it was how I felt today, here is a list of things tht pissed me off:
1. The guy with the fluffy hair whose fluffy hair blocked my view of the board in calculus at 8:30 am.
2. The guy with really strong cologne who sat in front of me and made me gag.
3.The chick in English class who has normal hair with normal length bangs, but insists of flipping them up in the front. It looks like she glued a fan to her forehead, standing in my way while I was trying to get out of the English room.
4. The people in my English class who don't speak English.
5. The groups of about 4 (ususally Japanese) people who walk across a side walk and don't even attempt to make room for you. I ran into three people today because I didn't feel like walking in the mud.
6. Plane fares to the mainland.
7. The chick at Long's who thought I was trying to use an invalid coupon.
8. The realization I have a hormone/blood sample shift on my birthday when my friends and I were going to go out to dinner.
9. The cafeteria running out of tofu. Maybe I am just protein deprived.
1. The guy with the fluffy hair whose fluffy hair blocked my view of the board in calculus at 8:30 am.
2. The guy with really strong cologne who sat in front of me and made me gag.
3.The chick in English class who has normal hair with normal length bangs, but insists of flipping them up in the front. It looks like she glued a fan to her forehead, standing in my way while I was trying to get out of the English room.
4. The people in my English class who don't speak English.
5. The groups of about 4 (ususally Japanese) people who walk across a side walk and don't even attempt to make room for you. I ran into three people today because I didn't feel like walking in the mud.
6. Plane fares to the mainland.
7. The chick at Long's who thought I was trying to use an invalid coupon.
8. The realization I have a hormone/blood sample shift on my birthday when my friends and I were going to go out to dinner.
9. The cafeteria running out of tofu. Maybe I am just protein deprived.
Conflicted
So RS and I are having problems. I think the distance is getting to us. This brings me to Spring Break. If I don't go to Texas, I will be in Terre Haute in the fall because I don't want to go to a school I've never been to. Milk says she can only have me part of the week, and while JR gave me an invite at his place, he and Milk are not on the best terms right now and it would be weird if they had a fight and I go caught in the middle like that. Roomie wants me to either stay in a hotel with her or go to Maui with her for spring break. Monetarily, I think Roomie has a good plan, but I really think I should go visit the school. In the words of Ryan, I'm conflicted.
*Just got a bank statement from the account on the island. I can afford a ticket to the mainland, but it still is a pretty penny, being tourist season and all.
*Just got a bank statement from the account on the island. I can afford a ticket to the mainland, but it still is a pretty penny, being tourist season and all.
Falling Bodies
Sitting in Physics today, and listening to these annoying girls behind me. "Like, it's hard when he's away because I all I have are my cats. I leave at 5:30 in the morning to get a good parking space. I didn't really need anything romantic, it was just like like like like............." Her husband is in the military and for those who haven't been paying attention to me, Schofield and Pearl Harbor are being cleared out. I think after next week I will have no male friends on the island. This chick lives in Waikiki. That's about a 45 min walk. About a 10 min drive. 15 if you live by the mall. At 5:30 in the morning there are about 5 cars on campus. I know this because I frequent the campus at 5:30 in the morning on the way to sheep. I don't know why I sat there again because I knew she talked a whole lot. To all those people who don't think their shit stinks because they live in Hawaii, and/or are married, it does. It stinks because you think you are better for being monogamous at 20...For the rest of your life in a very sheltered environment.
Picture
I took Roomie with me today to go take blood samples and give hormone treatments to sheep today. She said it disturbed her to see the tubes coming out of the animal. Afterwards, we went to Longs and Safeway. We picked up Goldfish, shampoo, tissues, Ramen, Oriental food, paper towels, pantyliners, a ruler, a protractor, and PICTURES!!! Though you might like to see them.
Monday, January 26, 2004
Money Dependence Today
I want to put something in perspective here. I could fly from the mainland to Europe for less than I can fly from here to Los Angeles (the cheapest mainland flight). I am starting to get thoroughly depressed about my situation. I really need to go to the mainland over spring break to look at a school, and it's more than $800. I am feeling money dependent today. *start rant* Everytime I travel, I am reminded by my mother who reads my bank statements that I have limited funds and I should just stay in Hawaii and do stuff there, don't spend so much money (all I buy is food), and college is really expensive. This is my argument that seems to bear no weight:
1) I held down a steady job throughout my senior year and over the summer. I worked my ass off and saved up my money. They spent no money on me including my own car I paid for, my senior supplies, entertainment, college applications, housing deposits, and other such expenses that come with being a senior in high school.
2) No tuition is being paid because I got an academic scholarship. I only pay for housing, meal plans, and books.
3) The Parental units paid for one (1) ticket. A one way to the island. I forked out about $900 to come home for Christmas. I paid $600 for a ticket home in May. Not counting personal trips, I have already paid half a semester's tuition (if I paid for it) in plane tickets. Parents have offered $0.
4) Even if all I buy is food, at $5 for a bag of Hershey's Miniature bars, I think it is expensive to live here and do stuff here.
5) Sister's education cost 25,000+ dollars a year. My education for the first year has cost them 0 dollars.
And yet I still get lectured on wasting my money. I remember mom once saying, "You don't seem to be saving up any money from this job, ad you sure are working a lot." I said, "Can I have money to get my car serviced?" She replied, "You have a job. You can pay for it."
I also paid for pretty much everything else my senior year. They spent all of $100 the entire year. The whole reason I got the job was because they often wouldn't give me lunch money, claiming they didn't have any. Not that I'm not grateful for all they have done for me, I just wish they would either shit or get off the throne, so to speak.
I feel money dependent. Fuck it, I'm going to the mainland. If I am going to work this summer (I plan 2 jobs), I may as well get through this year in one, mentally sound piece.
1) I held down a steady job throughout my senior year and over the summer. I worked my ass off and saved up my money. They spent no money on me including my own car I paid for, my senior supplies, entertainment, college applications, housing deposits, and other such expenses that come with being a senior in high school.
2) No tuition is being paid because I got an academic scholarship. I only pay for housing, meal plans, and books.
3) The Parental units paid for one (1) ticket. A one way to the island. I forked out about $900 to come home for Christmas. I paid $600 for a ticket home in May. Not counting personal trips, I have already paid half a semester's tuition (if I paid for it) in plane tickets. Parents have offered $0.
4) Even if all I buy is food, at $5 for a bag of Hershey's Miniature bars, I think it is expensive to live here and do stuff here.
5) Sister's education cost 25,000+ dollars a year. My education for the first year has cost them 0 dollars.
And yet I still get lectured on wasting my money. I remember mom once saying, "You don't seem to be saving up any money from this job, ad you sure are working a lot." I said, "Can I have money to get my car serviced?" She replied, "You have a job. You can pay for it."
I also paid for pretty much everything else my senior year. They spent all of $100 the entire year. The whole reason I got the job was because they often wouldn't give me lunch money, claiming they didn't have any. Not that I'm not grateful for all they have done for me, I just wish they would either shit or get off the throne, so to speak.
I feel money dependent. Fuck it, I'm going to the mainland. If I am going to work this summer (I plan 2 jobs), I may as well get through this year in one, mentally sound piece.
Strange
Something very strange happened yesterday afternoon. Three tornados touched down on the island. Now, I'm sure you don't think that is weird, but let me tell you, it's unheard of here. Tornados NEVER touch down on land here. Even the islanders will attest to that, but it happened. Waterspouts are not unheard of, but they are not common. A tornado is downright freaky because a) there is not enough land for the odds to be with a storm, b) the land is not flat so storms lose strength VERY quickly, and c) it just doesn't happen. What''s more, there were two! They were twin twisters, side by side. The people who live here, however, really didn't care. They all came outside with camcorders and filmed the funnel clouds coming down. I guess to them it was like watching Haley's comet or some weird event that takes place only once every 1,000 years. I think it made front page on the newspapers.
Sunday, January 25, 2004
Bad Karma- Update
I think I must have bad karma as well as The Smartest Guy I Know. You see, TSGIK's worst nightmare in high school was English with the crazy mountain lady. Mine was calculus with 4 teachers before Christmas. He is having to relive his English nightmare, and I am having to relive my calculus one. No, I don't have a new teacher. This one is sadistic enough. You see, he gave us this problem. The concept was easy. Take a polynomial, sub in (u+a) for x, and multiply. Simple. The problem he gave us was x^14-7x^12+8x^7+3x^5+x^2-4x+12 at a=14. He gave this to us on Friday when he knew we couldn't get to a computer lab and even mentioned that. He laughed when he wrote it on the board. He told us he knew we couldn't get to the computer lab, but he wasn't sure if he was going to extend the due time until 4 pm instead of 9:30 am. He is a sick Nazi math bastard. The concept is simple, the problem is just him exercising power. I have an advantage, my sister, most of her friends, and half of mine are some sort of engineering majors with computers with programs that will do this. I asked TSGIK if he could use his to do this. He said yes. He is my best friend.
*Note: for those of you interested, the answer is:
u^14+ 196u^13+ 17829u^12+ 997640u^11+ 38363864u^10+ 1072497888u^9+ 22478085168u^8+ 358797449480u^7+ 4383093497104u^6+ 40779003228328u^5+ 284430301320466u^4+ 1442223720472696u^3+ 5025510465989777u^2+ 10771843773536520u+ 10715150283852600.
**Blogger Spell Checker doesn't recognize large numbers and thinks they are misspelled.
*Note: for those of you interested, the answer is:
u^14+ 196u^13+ 17829u^12+ 997640u^11+ 38363864u^10+ 1072497888u^9+ 22478085168u^8+ 358797449480u^7+ 4383093497104u^6+ 40779003228328u^5+ 284430301320466u^4+ 1442223720472696u^3+ 5025510465989777u^2+ 10771843773536520u+ 10715150283852600.
**Blogger Spell Checker doesn't recognize large numbers and thinks they are misspelled.
Shoe Porn
Thankfully Roomie and I share the same fetish...shoes. We will sit on the internet looking at shoes for hours when both of us are supposed to be doing homework. Shame on us. I'm not talking just shoes, I'm talking shoes I will never be able to afford unless I make at least $500,000 a year. For example: These Bruno Magali boots are on sale for a modest $687.90. Likewise, if I had an extra $455 lying around, I would buy these. For just $335, I can indulge in a pair of Stuart Weitzman sandals. When I am filthy rich, I am going to buy these Manolo Blahnik evening sandals for a measly $865.
This is my pornography.
This is my pornography.
Simple Pleasures
There are sometimes when you are doing shit jobs that you take pleasure in simple things. Take, for example, my doing sheep-surgery related activities. I really don't like drawing blood, pushing drugs and euthanasia, or doing other things during surgery. All of my activities are made harder by the simple fact that my gloves are always too big unless I wear fitted gloves which I think feel funny. Not anymore. I was delighted today when I learned we had smaller, thinner gloves which make my tasks worlds easier. I was in a good mood because they were SO much easier. Also, I got to use a 5cc syringe for the euthanasia which I also like better than a 10cc syringe. It fits better in my hand, is just the right size for a lethal dose, and isn't as clumsy or tough when I push the thick, happy pink colored poison into the animals veins. It's the simple things in life that really give you pleasure.
Saturday, January 24, 2004
For all of those who have spent any significant time in The South have heard some biblical curse. We've heard everything from burning in Hell for having an opinion to being struck down by God for, well, sometimes we don't really get a reason. The is now a way to get back at all these people without thinking. Say hello to the Biblical Curse Generator. You will make the blasphemous quiver when you bellow:
"Behold, thou shalt go about weeping and wailing in sackcloth and ashes, O thou love-child of Methuselah!"
Now THAT is intimidating.
*note* You can get the nutrition you need to battle these crazies with a Bible Bar. It contains all the foods of Dueteronomy.
"Behold, thou shalt go about weeping and wailing in sackcloth and ashes, O thou love-child of Methuselah!"
Now THAT is intimidating.
*note* You can get the nutrition you need to battle these crazies with a Bible Bar. It contains all the foods of Dueteronomy.
Creepy Guy
Saturday morning: the telephone rings...
*Ring!*
ME: Hello?
GUY: (heavy breathing) I just woke up, and the sun is coming through, I thought about you. Oh God, help me.....
ME: Um, who is this?
GUY: (heavy breathing) Some one who loves you very much.
ME: Who is this?
GUY: (heavy breathing) Think about some one who loves you very much. I think I'm getting strep.
ME: Do you have the right person*?
GUY: (cough, heavier breathing) Yes, you don't even recognize me.
ME: I don't think you have the right person.
GUY: (heavy breathing, despondently, angrily) YOU DON'T EVEN RECOGNIZE ME!**
ME: Who are you looking for?
GUY:(heavy breathing) Michele.
ME: This isn't Michele.
GUY: (heavy breathing, full on despair) OH GOD! I got the wrong number!
ME: (reassuringly) It's ok. Have a good day! (thinking, "Don't ever call here again, freak.")
*Roomie has a stalker guy who, while halfway normal and never engaging in such creepy conversations, is creepy in his own right. I thought it might have been him.
** This conversation was much much longer, but most of it was him getting increasingly angry and insisting he had the right person. Plus lots of excessive heavy breathing. Really not worth writing about.
*Ring!*
ME: Hello?
GUY: (heavy breathing) I just woke up, and the sun is coming through, I thought about you. Oh God, help me.....
ME: Um, who is this?
GUY: (heavy breathing) Some one who loves you very much.
ME: Who is this?
GUY: (heavy breathing) Think about some one who loves you very much. I think I'm getting strep.
ME: Do you have the right person*?
GUY: (cough, heavier breathing) Yes, you don't even recognize me.
ME: I don't think you have the right person.
GUY: (heavy breathing, despondently, angrily) YOU DON'T EVEN RECOGNIZE ME!**
ME: Who are you looking for?
GUY:(heavy breathing) Michele.
ME: This isn't Michele.
GUY: (heavy breathing, full on despair) OH GOD! I got the wrong number!
ME: (reassuringly) It's ok. Have a good day! (thinking, "Don't ever call here again, freak.")
*Roomie has a stalker guy who, while halfway normal and never engaging in such creepy conversations, is creepy in his own right. I thought it might have been him.
** This conversation was much much longer, but most of it was him getting increasingly angry and insisting he had the right person. Plus lots of excessive heavy breathing. Really not worth writing about.
Friday, January 23, 2004
Thursday, January 22, 2004
Boo
I'm tired of my new haircut already. It takes too long to fix in the mornings. I think I am going to grow it out and maybe get the blond 20's hair cut, or maybe growing it long again and getting an LA Confidential cut. I could even go crazy and get the hair cut of the girl in Dark City. I won't get my hair cut like either of these.
A Note to Somebody In My Chem Lab
Dear Somebody,
Why did you take my chemicals out of the oven? Are you especially assholish? The were obviously not your own because mine were dry. Shame on you for making me stay an extra 20 minutes.
Why did you take my chemicals out of the oven? Are you especially assholish? The were obviously not your own because mine were dry. Shame on you for making me stay an extra 20 minutes.
Wednesday, January 21, 2004
Burn, Baby, Burn!
I have calculus at 8:30 on MWF. As it is one of my most important classes, I try to stay awake. I do this by getting at least 7 hours sleep, taking vitamins, and drinking copious amounts of coffee. Last night I went to bed at 23:30. I figured by the time it took me to go to sleep, I would get 7.5 hours of sleep. I had been looking forward to bedtime all day because I was very tired. I fell asleep right away (around 23:45). My blissful slumber was rudely interrupted at 0:00 by a stinky fire alarm. I wearily got out of bed, put on slippers, looked for my glasses, gave up looking for my glasses, and wandered blindly into the night. I was perturbed, but optimistic as I figured the alarm would last 15 min at tops whilst they made sure the building was not, in fact, burning to the ground. Then the madness. The alarm would go off for 10-15 seconds and then turn back on. This made the mob increasingly irritated. Campus security sent over their slowest, fattest officer to help us to no avail. The alarm was not going off. The turned down the volume, but still would not let us back in for an hour. They finally let the sleep deprived residents back to their rooms at 1:00. Unfortunately, the alarm was still being a nuisance. The awkward and piercing blast of aggravating noise lasted to 1:30. I got to sleep with less than 6 hours before I had to wake up, and I am not a happy person. I feel that keeping us outside for that long warranted a real fire, and this nonsense of 1:00 re-entry for no reason is a viable excuse for a grumpy mood on my part today.
Tuesday, January 20, 2004
Bad Karma
I was just talking with the smartest guy I know and he told me his English teacher in college is just like Carol Ann*. The only differences are he looks like Tom Cruise with facial hair and doesn't give As. I wonder, what could he have done in a past life to deserve such punishment?
Read some of his 55 page syllabus if you don't believe me. My reaction was " NO! Stop the madness!! MY EYEBALLS ARE BLEEDING!!!" I feel sorry for him really. He has post-traumatic stress syndrome from the experience and he has to relive it. Virginia Tech has a rating system for teachers, here are his reviews.
*Accurate description of C.A.: A crazy woman with a teaching degree teaching senior English. She really doesn't teach English, she teaches her views on life. She recruits other teachers and student into believing and listening to her tirades on shit. Her flying monkeys will do anything to defend her if she is criticizes. She wears big shoulder pads, neon patterns, a magnetic butt pad (which she will stick on any part of you that hurts), chews Nicorette gum in class, and smokes afterwards. She pull her hair when she is stressed, snaps her fingers above her head when she is moved, and dings her gong when she hears something deep. She only likes you and gives you good grades if you write to what she wants to hear. She hated our math/science oriented AP class because we saw through her bullshit and plead loyalty to the other teachers in our school. That and the whole pigeon deal.
Read some of his 55 page syllabus if you don't believe me. My reaction was " NO! Stop the madness!! MY EYEBALLS ARE BLEEDING!!!" I feel sorry for him really. He has post-traumatic stress syndrome from the experience and he has to relive it. Virginia Tech has a rating system for teachers, here are his reviews.
*Accurate description of C.A.: A crazy woman with a teaching degree teaching senior English. She really doesn't teach English, she teaches her views on life. She recruits other teachers and student into believing and listening to her tirades on shit. Her flying monkeys will do anything to defend her if she is criticizes. She wears big shoulder pads, neon patterns, a magnetic butt pad (which she will stick on any part of you that hurts), chews Nicorette gum in class, and smokes afterwards. She pull her hair when she is stressed, snaps her fingers above her head when she is moved, and dings her gong when she hears something deep. She only likes you and gives you good grades if you write to what she wants to hear. She hated our math/science oriented AP class because we saw through her bullshit and plead loyalty to the other teachers in our school. That and the whole pigeon deal.
Monday, January 19, 2004
The Big Goodbye
Well, we all knew it was coming. Tonight was the last night my friends and I spent together before the desert. They are gone for one year in Iraq, and when they get back I will have transferred. It's ok though, even if it is massively depressing, because that's how Hawaii is. People come, people go. One of those things you learn to deal with, even if they are your friends.
Sunday, January 18, 2004
A Night in Review
As some of you may or may not know, I have friends in the military here. Pretty much everybody out here is getting sent to Iraq on Monday, so this weekend has been just having a great time. Thursday we all went and saw Big Fish. Last night Army guys Cecil B., Russell Crowe, and J plus me, Roomie, and NS from down the hall went to the beach in hopes of finding some Marine's party. Well, he never showed so we found the biggest bonfire we could and joined that party. We weren't there for 10 minutes before beach patrol showed up and said, "put out this fire and clear out. In 5 minutes everybody is going to get arrested for having alcohol." We aren't stupid. We threw some sand on the fire, grabbed our McDonald's, our beer, and left before the police got REALLY angry. We started and walked down the beach until we found a good spot close to the road, but hidden from sight. I told them if the cops came, I'd use the southern girl routine to get us out of it to get out of it.
You have to understand something, when NS gets some alcohol in her, she likes to get naked. She likes everybody else to get naked, too. We were all standing around and then BAM! She's taking people's shirts off. Me and Roomie's shirts, too. This is not even that weird, though. It's Hawaii, we looked like we were in bathing suits.
What was weird was when one of the guys thought it would be a good idea to cut open a chemical glow stick and paint ourselves up like some sort of wild beach tribe. A wild beach tribe that pisses behind bushes. I just kept praying no body drove by and caught me with my pants down to see a big glowing mass pissing in the sand.
The best part about it was that we all of a sudden decided we needed it off of us, now. We got in the waves and stared to wash it off (it came off easily). It was, however, the precursor to a sequence of several stupid things I did last night. In order:
1. A car came by. Forgetting where I was (in the middle of the ocean), I ducked so then wouldn't see me.
2. Tackled one of the (the hottest of course) guys because we were battling over a glow stick and he pinned me on my back, thereby getting sand all down my back, in my ass crack, in my hair, in my ears, etc.
3. Dove in the sand, thereby getting sand over my front in the same manner as the back side.
4. Drank a beer we had kept cold by sticking part way in the sand. I drank sand. Beer is better when you can crunch it.
5. Yelled at one guy for getting on my bed with sand on him (he was getting sand on my sheets), and then sat on my bed while I was covered in sand.
It was great though. It was the best night I've had here since I got here in August. Yee Haw! Beer on the beach, nothing better.
You have to understand something, when NS gets some alcohol in her, she likes to get naked. She likes everybody else to get naked, too. We were all standing around and then BAM! She's taking people's shirts off. Me and Roomie's shirts, too. This is not even that weird, though. It's Hawaii, we looked like we were in bathing suits.
What was weird was when one of the guys thought it would be a good idea to cut open a chemical glow stick and paint ourselves up like some sort of wild beach tribe. A wild beach tribe that pisses behind bushes. I just kept praying no body drove by and caught me with my pants down to see a big glowing mass pissing in the sand.
The best part about it was that we all of a sudden decided we needed it off of us, now. We got in the waves and stared to wash it off (it came off easily). It was, however, the precursor to a sequence of several stupid things I did last night. In order:
1. A car came by. Forgetting where I was (in the middle of the ocean), I ducked so then wouldn't see me.
2. Tackled one of the (the hottest of course) guys because we were battling over a glow stick and he pinned me on my back, thereby getting sand all down my back, in my ass crack, in my hair, in my ears, etc.
3. Dove in the sand, thereby getting sand over my front in the same manner as the back side.
4. Drank a beer we had kept cold by sticking part way in the sand. I drank sand. Beer is better when you can crunch it.
5. Yelled at one guy for getting on my bed with sand on him (he was getting sand on my sheets), and then sat on my bed while I was covered in sand.
It was great though. It was the best night I've had here since I got here in August. Yee Haw! Beer on the beach, nothing better.
Saturday, January 17, 2004
The Weeks Top Ten
10 (x2)= The number of credit hours I now have this semester.
9 = The number of classes and labs I have this semester.
8 = The number of days this weeks felt like.
7= The number of days this week actually is.
6 = The number of people we fit in a Maxima on Thursday night to go see Big Fish before friends get shipped out to Iraq on Monday.
5 = The number of hours I slept Thursday night .
4 = The number of ant traps Roomie and I set out in our room.
3 = The number of hours I operated on a sheep this morning.
2 = The number of bloody tampons left in the shower stall the past two days.
1 = The number of big, chirpy, scary, flying bugs in the bathroom. It chirps like a gecko.
9 = The number of classes and labs I have this semester.
8 = The number of days this weeks felt like.
7= The number of days this week actually is.
6 = The number of people we fit in a Maxima on Thursday night to go see Big Fish before friends get shipped out to Iraq on Monday.
5 = The number of hours I slept Thursday night .
4 = The number of ant traps Roomie and I set out in our room.
3 = The number of hours I operated on a sheep this morning.
2 = The number of bloody tampons left in the shower stall the past two days.
1 = The number of big, chirpy, scary, flying bugs in the bathroom. It chirps like a gecko.
Yuck
I feel like poo. I feel like there is a little man inside my sinuses trying to get out. I feel like my eyes have been sprayed with sawdust. I feel like poo.
Karamel Sutra
Ben & Jerry have made the best ice cream, Karamel Sutra. It is appropriately named because it has caramel ice cream, fudge ice cream, fudge chips, and a caramel core. It is like having oral sex with a spoon. Yum. Ice cream-asm.
Any Influence
A message for anybody out there (wink nudge Palila) with power over what I get for my birthday:
I want a digital camera. I feel I could better document my adventures and convey my feelings if I put pictures from my everyday life on the internet. When it is rainy at home, I will take a tropical paradise picture and cheer everybody up!
I want a digital camera. I feel I could better document my adventures and convey my feelings if I put pictures from my everyday life on the internet. When it is rainy at home, I will take a tropical paradise picture and cheer everybody up!
Thursday, January 15, 2004
Knotes
Roomie and I were going to Long's and on the way back saw "HIV retrovirus knotes" that somebody had so graciously put up for the general public to read. Unfortunately some of their "knotes" were WAY off and, for the most part, incoherent. Some excerpts (spelling not changed):
CRACK is not AIDS. CRACK= backing soda+time warp+cocaine
What virus normally attacks tobacco plants? AIDS*
This went on for a good 10 pages, including email addresses for more information. Crazy. Some poor bastard with HIV is probably going to die sooner because of their stupid, crazy, inaccurate "knotes".
*The Tobacco Mosaic Virus is the correct answer.
CRACK is not AIDS. CRACK= backing soda+time warp+cocaine
What virus normally attacks tobacco plants? AIDS*
This went on for a good 10 pages, including email addresses for more information. Crazy. Some poor bastard with HIV is probably going to die sooner because of their stupid, crazy, inaccurate "knotes".
*The Tobacco Mosaic Virus is the correct answer.
Motivation
I have devised a plan to motivate me to attend class. If I go to every class every day and do all my homework, at the end of the week I will reward myself with a manicure, Taco Bell, order in pizza, a new shirt, or going out to dinner. Sound good?
Annoying Thing Number One
While the little Nazi who teaches my calculus class has an amusing voice, he does not have an amusing teaching style. His calculus lectures are garbled in this inane German babble and often interjected with long staring pauses.
This is not the annoying part.
The annoying part is when he acts like what he just did as a favor. For example, he wrote length=3. He then said, "I'm being generous, writing this out." Little things like that which he expects copious amounts of praise and thanks for. Yes, thank you for boring me out of my head. He receives praise and thank from his TA. His TA thinks he is God teaching calculus. It is always "Prof. D this" and "Prof. D" that and "when Prof. D. shits, I worship him and only hope that someday my shit will be close to the same level as this God of a little calculus teaching Nazi." He's really annoying. Plus he has red hair and a goatee. A really ugly goatee.
This is not the annoying part.
The annoying part is when he acts like what he just did as a favor. For example, he wrote length=3. He then said, "I'm being generous, writing this out." Little things like that which he expects copious amounts of praise and thanks for. Yes, thank you for boring me out of my head. He receives praise and thank from his TA. His TA thinks he is God teaching calculus. It is always "Prof. D this" and "Prof. D" that and "when Prof. D. shits, I worship him and only hope that someday my shit will be close to the same level as this God of a little calculus teaching Nazi." He's really annoying. Plus he has red hair and a goatee. A really ugly goatee.
Tuesday, January 13, 2004
Oui, Oui monsieur
Heather and I were walking back from dinner and we were stopped by the Pizza Hut delivery guy who needed directions. He was kind of very cute and had very appealing accent. After he was finished asking for directions, he thanked us. This was how he thanked us:
Mercie, Mercie vous coux (or however you spell it, I never took French).
Heather and I are deserted our loyalty to Domino's at that precise moment. Wow. A cute French man in Hawaii is unheard of. Seeing as how I am taken at the moment, I would settle for him talking to me in French while taking my pizza order, with no tapeworms.
We wants it, precious.
Mercie, Mercie vous coux (or however you spell it, I never took French).
Heather and I are deserted our loyalty to Domino's at that precise moment. Wow. A cute French man in Hawaii is unheard of. Seeing as how I am taken at the moment, I would settle for him talking to me in French while taking my pizza order, with no tapeworms.
We wants it, precious.
The Pizza Diet
I have these coupons for Domino's. One of the coupons is for two medium two topping pizzas and CinnaStix (R) and, of course, has a picture of two pizzas with two toppings and a plate of CinnaStix (R). One of the pizzas is clearly mushroom and sausage. The other pizza, however, has definite pepperoni but also is topped with what appear to be small tapeworms. I wonder what they are trying to sell me here in Hawaii. Maybe it is their message that I am a complete heifer compared the majority of females here, and slipping in tapeworms on my pizza is their way of getting me to lose weight.
Not Sure If We Wants It, Precious
Cool nifty gadget powering jacket uses solar panels to charge cell phones, PDAs, and Game Boys among other mobile tech toys. I'm not sure how I feel about it, but the environmentalist in me says YES! and the fashion part of me says NO! I'm torn.
*At $300 a pop, my wallet says no as well. That's two against one, and Mr. Wallet always has the final say in everything.*
*At $300 a pop, my wallet says no as well. That's two against one, and Mr. Wallet always has the final say in everything.*
Party In My Mouth
The folks at Thai Kitchen are freaking geniuses. They make this soup that's kind of like Ramen except it is rice noodles instead of fried noodles. It actually is good for you!! I mean, compare nutritional information of regular Ramen and Thai Kitchen's version. Take into account serving size. How many of us actually only eat half of the Ramen packet. NO ONE. Plus, the rice noodles are lower in sodium.
After eating my healthy lunch, I proceeded to gobble down a whole bunch of frosted animal cookies which are really bad for you. I then went and washed my bowl with crumbs of shame all over my face, thanking Thai Kitchen for making a lunch that makes me feel less guilty about copious amounts of frosted animal cookies.
After eating my healthy lunch, I proceeded to gobble down a whole bunch of frosted animal cookies which are really bad for you. I then went and washed my bowl with crumbs of shame all over my face, thanking Thai Kitchen for making a lunch that makes me feel less guilty about copious amounts of frosted animal cookies.
Monday, January 12, 2004
Conversation About...
So I was on my way to Long's drug store today and I was a little cranky because that blasted garbage truck woke me up at 5:00 and I couldn't go back asleep (bought sleep aid at during store to help me with jet lag) and partly because today was especially humid, even for Hawaii. I'm just walking up my normal path when a 30 some year old guy strikes up a conversation. He started the conversation by complementing me on my ass (I know it is nice, thanks) and then talks about my peach tattoo. I tried to steer the conversation towards the weather by mentioning how nice Hawaii is in the Spring (it really is my favorite season here), but he just turned the conversation towards my ass again. He finished the conversation by asking me if I wore G-strings.
Whoa, stop, ew.
I don't know if it is my Southern up-bringing or my female nature but I was deeply offended by his question. It took all of my effort not to slap him. Guys, never ask a girl you just met whether she wears G-strings or not. That's just asking for a bitch slapping.
Whoa, stop, ew.
I don't know if it is my Southern up-bringing or my female nature but I was deeply offended by his question. It took all of my effort not to slap him. Guys, never ask a girl you just met whether she wears G-strings or not. That's just asking for a bitch slapping.
Happy Birthday
Today is RS's 22nd birthday. Happy birthday RS! Treat yourself to some Real Pirates Grog or a Pink Mai Tai!
Miso In a Cup
They sell individual packets of dried miso soup with tofu and spinach here. In 2 minutes, I can have a yummy, nutritious lunch in a cup. Ah, the wonders of freeze dried food.
I Can't Wait to Study Force
The physics room is hot. Like all the other rooms this semester, no air conditioning, and it is an over enrolled lecture hall. Like the physics room, my physics professor, I learned, is hot. I mean he is wow hot. I think this is they way they ensure people will come to class, giving us a hot prof. I think he is gay, though. No straight man uses the words "fabulous", "peruse", and "gem" as much as he does. He still is some nice eye candy, though. Rawr, yum!
Chapter Zewo
So I just got back from my first class of the semester, calculus. Calculus for breakfast at 8:30 am. The professor is this little funny German guy who pronounces zero like zewo. He would have been a shoo in for the priest in the Princess Bride. When he doesn't sound like the priest, he kind of sounds like the guys they had play Nazis in all the Hollywood movies. The building has no air conditioning and is unnaturally warm at 8:30 in the morning, so I am counting on picturing this guy in white clergy robes with a swastika arm band to keep me awake. The calculus book is the only book I have gotten so far with a chapter zero. Our first assignment is to read chapter zero. YAY!
Sunday, January 11, 2004
How Was Your Holiday?
Well here are the highlights of my vacation:
~Winter solstice dinner. Hope all of you who came had a good time!!
~Palila went into the hospital with appendicitis and that's where RS and I spent our New Year's eve.
~My friend Tab's sister-in-law was found murdered. I spent last New Year's eve with her, actually.
~I got lost in the Louisville ghetto on the way to take RS to the airport. It took me 30 minutes to get out.
It was a good time and I really hated to come back. This semester will be shorter though. I didn't come a month early and the break is more in the middle. How was your holiday?
~Winter solstice dinner. Hope all of you who came had a good time!!
~Palila went into the hospital with appendicitis and that's where RS and I spent our New Year's eve.
~My friend Tab's sister-in-law was found murdered. I spent last New Year's eve with her, actually.
~I got lost in the Louisville ghetto on the way to take RS to the airport. It took me 30 minutes to get out.
It was a good time and I really hated to come back. This semester will be shorter though. I didn't come a month early and the break is more in the middle. How was your holiday?
Another Plane Ride!!
Ok, just so we are all clear on one thing, I have to take 3 planes each time I travel anywhere so Northwest Airlines can give me the lowest rate possible, making my travel experiences more convenient, affordable, and pleasant. The first two flights coming home were about as dull a vanilla pudding. It was wonderful. I had rows to myself so I streached out and slept for 2 hours (in hour increments). I love the Sola juice bar in the Minneapolis/ St. Paul airport (by gate F3). Somehow drinking a fruit smoothie with ginseng powder and a shot of wheatgrass makes my flying experience just that much better.
The flight from Minneapolis to Honolulu was a different story. This is a 8 1/2 hour plane ride for starters and I thought I was increasing my good karma by switching seats with a man so he could sit next to his wife. By doing so, I gave up my nice, chushy window seat for an isle seat. I also landed myself next to a man and his daughter who smelled like poo. Not only did I get a whiff of poo every time they moved, but this average sized man decided it was ok to angle himself halfway into my seat. The last straw of any feelings of niceness I had for him was gone when he woke me to get out when the people on the other side of him were awake (the seating on the airplane is 2-5-2 and we were in the middle section). I almost punched him.
Towards the end of this flight, an elderly gentleman in a wheelchair pooed his pants so the last 2 hours were especially poo smelling. Add this to the 50 + 50+ Minnesotans going to an Agriculture convention drinking the plane out of beer and talking loudly, and it is safe to say I was not a happy camper when I got off the airplane. There were two good points and one more bad point. There is a great flight attendant who always seems to make his way onto my Hawaii flights, and my cab driver was very nice. The dumb Backstreet boy RA was at the desk whenever I checked in.
The flight from Minneapolis to Honolulu was a different story. This is a 8 1/2 hour plane ride for starters and I thought I was increasing my good karma by switching seats with a man so he could sit next to his wife. By doing so, I gave up my nice, chushy window seat for an isle seat. I also landed myself next to a man and his daughter who smelled like poo. Not only did I get a whiff of poo every time they moved, but this average sized man decided it was ok to angle himself halfway into my seat. The last straw of any feelings of niceness I had for him was gone when he woke me to get out when the people on the other side of him were awake (the seating on the airplane is 2-5-2 and we were in the middle section). I almost punched him.
Towards the end of this flight, an elderly gentleman in a wheelchair pooed his pants so the last 2 hours were especially poo smelling. Add this to the 50 + 50+ Minnesotans going to an Agriculture convention drinking the plane out of beer and talking loudly, and it is safe to say I was not a happy camper when I got off the airplane. There were two good points and one more bad point. There is a great flight attendant who always seems to make his way onto my Hawaii flights, and my cab driver was very nice. The dumb Backstreet boy RA was at the desk whenever I checked in.
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