Irishmen and Toilet Cleaner

There are actually 2 parts to this story. The first is about how my neighbors hate me. I'm not imagining it. Nicole swore I was until she got back on Tuesday and they yelled at her too. She went on the wrong floor and somebody up there complained that her suitcase made too much noise. The yelled, "STOP THAT! STOP MAKING THAT NOISE!!!" Also, they yelled at me when somebody else parked in my parking space. They also accused me of washing my clothes at 2 in the morning. I don't understand why they hate me so much. I don't have visitors over and about the loudest I get is talking on the phone or when I have a movie on. The movies can only be as loud as my computer will allow, so they aren't loud. I just put them on so I can sleep.
The reason Nicole was on the wrong floor is because I wasn't there. I had gone to this party for these Irish guys. They had this bottle of stuff called 96. It's 192 proof alcohol that they got in cypress. Well peer pressure and wine mad me be stupid enough to drink a capfull. And do tequila shots. I think I burned a hole in my stomach lining. Everybody was having a good time, especially the Irish guys singing about Sweet Molly Malone and Yogi Bear. HPD go called on us and everybody got kicked out, including the Irish guys who were renting the place (short term rental). The owner of the unit swore they trashed the place (which they didn't, so when they were allowed back in to get their things, they trashed the place. It was very much worth it, the hole in the stomach and the run in with HPD. I can only hope for more fun times ahead...

PS~ I remember the song about Yogi Bear still.

The Hunt

For those of you that don't know, Hawaii is freaking expensive to live in. I mean, a gallon of milk cost $6. I hang my head in resignation because I need a job. I went out this week and applied at the Bubba Gump Shrimp Company and Cheeseburger in Paradise. Bubba Gump's may be a winner, I have to call about my second interview. Monday I'm going to go down to The Cheesecake Factory and get an interview as well. Golly gee I hope I get a job soon so I can have excuses to be out of the house.

On a lighter note, I'd like to share with my loyal readers some of the lines I have heard in the past two weeks:
1. You have a very nice physique. I can see you stripping.
2. I saw you when you came in and have been watching you since then. (2 hours after I came in.)
3. What else do you have pierced? (nothing) Are you sure?
4. (my favorite) Wow, you have really big breasts! (This was said to me by some guy with a backpack selling weed in Waikiki, skank capital of the world. After he said it I was so surprised I couldn't even speak. I actually put my hand on my chest and leaned back like they do in the movies. He tried to save himself by saing "not you", but I am the only one of my friends with more than a B cup.)

My Domestic Experiences

Well, I got moved into the new apartment. After I figured out why I didn't have hot water, I was a little more comfortable. It is, for the most part, quiet. There are a few little quirks that may need to be addressed throughout my stay. The first is that we have ants. Big ants. This may seem terrible, but really isn't. I had ants lat year and got rid of them VERY quickly. My windows look out onto other peoples rooms. This is slightly unnerving when I sleep. I can't get my shower curtain rings closed. The shower curtain is currently just hanging there. The biggest problem I can see is one night, after making dinner, I walked out of the bathroom to find a freakishly huge cockroach sitting in my kitchen. I was surprised it wasn't sitting at my bar drinking a coffee and reading the paper. It was as long as the hypotenuse of my palm (if you imagine my palm with right angles). I got a shoe and smacked it 6 times to kill it. I got cockroach traps which I don't think will work because although I got the ones for "large roaches" the holes are about four times too small for the nuclear bomb survival roach I had in my kitchen. I got the spray and have been spraying every time I come home, wake up, leave, breathe... I'm hoping it just crawled in the hole in my screen.

On the whole I am enjoying the place. I feel a whole lot better now that my refrigerator contents are more than the six pack of diet coke, the half a bottle of whiskey, and the full bottle of $40 sake. (BTW sister dear, I can get pearl sake here...would you like me to bring some home this winter for a solscist dinner?) I now have more nutritious things like pizza, mac and cheese, a ridiculously large tub of claussen pickles, and a five pound bag of cheese (I froze some and,yes, it will be eaten). My main concern after Nicole moves in on the fourth is the matter of boys. I don't bring boys home. Ever. Nicole brings lots of boys home. She says she will change this year, but she hasn't shown me that change as of yet. I guess we'll burn that bridge when we come to it.

News From The Island

Well, another school year has begun. My first week here was spent sorting out that little issue of where I'm going to live. Apparently the school decided they could house 4000 extra students with two closed dorms. They even opened one up that had been closed due to an electrical problem. They weren't sure if the problem was fixed and decided to find out when the students plugged in their computers.

I did find a place. It is close to campus, 1 bedroom, hardwood floors, no AC, coin laundry in back, and a lanai (balcony) for $800 a month. I will be sharing this with Nicole. Remember Nicole? She lived down the hall from me last year. I would like to have the lease signed by today because my bed is being delivered tomorrow. Unfortunately, the secretary moves at Hawaiian pace so I have been waiting for the contract to be drawn up since Friday. I also need to get my water and electricity turned on by Friday; That will be my first night there.

Classes this Fall are Nutrition, Arabic, Chem 2, and the surgery class we all know and love. I have gone to all my classes so far, but I haven't met my Arabic teacher yet because she has not shown up for class thus far.

The weather is hot (as usual) but this hurricane/tropical storm is pushing in wind. Most important is the slew of beautiful freshman boys the university accepted. They are everywhere, but unfortunately for yours truly the beautiful slutty island girls are too. I should consider them taken already. Alas, I am destined to have books as my companions, but the eye candy doesn't hurt.

My Damn Check

I don't know if I ever told you all about my fiasco with IHOP. When I went to pick up my check the first time, The GM said the night manager had them because the GM had just gotten back from vacation and he couldn't find it. That night, I called up to IHOP and talked to the night manager and told him to leave it out, I would come pick it up the next day. The next day, mom went ot go get it because she was in the neighborhood. I even called and said my mom was coming to pick it up. They kept her waiting for over 20 minutes at the front and told her they couldn''t find it. I called the next morning, chewed the manager out, and told him to send it to me. I gave him my address. Two weeks later they called me telling me to go in and pick up my check. I said I told them to send it to me and they told me they lost my address. I chewed them out again in the middle of Target and told them to keep it there, don't touch it. I would come get it when I was back in town. Yesterday I went in and a server I worked with in JC and Bristol took my arm and dragged me back there and chewed out the GM for me. He didn't say a word to me and just handed me my check. When I opened it up I found my address printed on my check. Twice.

Almost Paradise

I am here in my final days on the mainland before I catch a plane over to my little island in the sea. Unfortunately I have no place to live in Hawaii. The university did this dipshit thing of accepting about 4000 more mainland students than they had room for. There is already a waiting list for spring semester. The apartment situation is not much better, so Nicole and I are SOL. I don't think we have to worry because once I am there, I will be on the phone 24/7 trying to get us a stupid place (plus dad will be there). I am, however, enjoying my last few days here. I have spent copious amounts of time with my friends while still managing to clean out drawers and go through stuff in the room. Sister dear, you really need to do the same thing. A bunch of this stuff is yours. Well myabe the next update will be from Hawaii.

We Had $5000 Lying Around

As you all know, I am supposed to reapply for my scholarship each year. I was denied for 2004-05 school year. When I went to pay my tuition, however, I had a balance of $86 because CTAHR had waved my tuition. I'm not complaining, but I find it odd. Maybe they forgot to take me off the list. I'm not going to remind them.

Update

Well, I am no longer in The Big JC. I have moved to Louisville with my aunt for the remainder of the summer. Currently I am working at Hermitage Thoroughbred farms. Yes, Horses. Everyday I go in and groom the horses, clean the brushes, give them food and water, and scrape the poo off the floor. Everybody says that it will be a good experience with my major (animal science). Aparently you need a college degree to scrape poo off a floor now. I don't think the head of my barn likes me. He is actually kind of mean to me. I like it better *sigh* at IHOP where I could make $100 a night and not get my hair pulled or crazy bruises all over me. The good thing about the barn is there are no perverted, gay, stupid, and rude dwarfs working with me.

I ran over my phone on Wednsday and couldn't buy a phone in KY because KY phones won't work with my TN account eventhough they are EXCATLY THE SAME. This makes no sense to me why the company woiuld do this, but it is a common thing. I need to pay my storage bill and I can't call. I think I need to borrow a phone.

The Job

Congratulations to me, I have a job. I have a job (another one) at IHOP. I have a job at the IHOP in a neighboring state. The IHOP in Virginia has given me a job. I am working second and third shift at the far away pancake establishment. "Why a job in Virginia?" you may ask. The answer is simple; nobody in the Big JC wants to hire people just for the summer. The IHOP here (my former employer) said "NO!" My friend and former manager, Anton, gave me an interview at Ruby Tuesday's. Unfortunately, Anton's boss said, "Not if she's just here for the summer, bub." I was desperate. It was at this interview I ran into an angel I used to work with. The Angel is working at the IHOP in Virginia and asked her General Manager to give me a job. He said he would. When I went to apply for the job, he handed me an application. After he figured out who I was, he took the application out of my hand and told me to call the next day for my schedule. It was the easiest interview I've ever had.

The real lesson to be learned here is leave everybody you know on good terms if you can. Good Karma really does work wonders.

The other lesson is that linen pants are the most comfortable garment ever.

Domestic Terrorism

So I was at a club on Thursday getting my swerve on. I was talking with two of my friends when all of a sudden my throat started tingling. I started coughing and couldn't stop. I decided I would breathe through my nose, but that just made me sneeze. The girl I was with walked with me around to the other side when we heard the DJ go "Somebody thought it would be cool to spray some mace in here. If you know who it is, let me know."
Of all the uncool things I have been witness to at clubs, this was probably in my top three uncool things. It isn't fun (or attractive) to walk around a club hacking. Honestly, what pleasure do you get out of making people cough?

On an unrelated note, has anybody noticed how domestic terrorism has become almost comical? I know NPR had a sketch on A Prairie Home Companion, I'm sure SNL probably has had one too.

My Good News

With many good rock groups disbanding and regrouping, and the introduction of all these whiny, emo, sound-all-like-crap bands being born on MTV, it sometimes is hard to get really good news from the music world. Here is my good news. Creed is breaking up.

"Creed songwriter/ guitarist Mark Tremonti has decided to join forces with Creed drummer Scott Phillips, original Creed bassist Brian Marshall and former Mayfield Four singer/ songwriter Myles Kennedy. The new band, named Alter Bridge, will release their debut album on Wind-up Records on August 10th of this year. Expect a promotional acoustic tour of radio stations later this Summer, followed by a worldwide tour to begin in late August or early September."

The new band's sound is supposed to be edgier. I expect good things from them because Scott Stapp (the lead singer of Creed) would never have made it anywhere without his band. In fact, Stapp was the reason I didn't like the band. It's not very becoming of a performer to get the band into a legal battle by passing out in a concert. It also gets annoying when EVERY song sounds the same because the guy's voice has a span of eight notes. Whenever I listen to a Creed song, I can hear the band wanting to go all out and not be hidden behind some crappy ass vocal performance.

It is a happy time.

Can God Really Save Him?

Apparently Terry Nichols is counting on God to save him from a death sentence for the 161 counts of first-degree murder.

"The sister of Oklahoma City bombing conspirator Terry Nichols testified Monday that her brother has found God in prison as Nichols' lawyers began trying to persuade a jury to spare his life in the 1995 bombing.

Suzanne McDonnell, Nichols' younger sister, told jurors that Nichols had become more committed to religion since their mother was diagnosed with cancer four years ago. "

So he reads a bible and they expect him to be excused of a death sentence when there are women on death row for killing their abusive husbands? If he does get of with a more lenient sentence, we'll know who is really in charge of the country.

The Incident

When I got back to Johnson City, I found out that one of my ex-boyfriend was set to be married on May 29th. To a lying stealing ho. Nice, unattractive girl who steals her fiancee's and his housemate's money and painkillers. And lies about it. Even though dear sister doesn't like him he doesn't deserve a biatch like that.

I sat and talked to a friend about all this way past the time I needed to leave if I was going to get dinner in time for a 7 o'clock graduation. When I got to the graduation I found out it actually started at 8. I ran out and got a chicken biscuit and a big sweet tea. As I was sitting in the parking lot, the chicken biscuit flew out on my hand and attacked my sweet tea which ended up bleeding to death on the floor board of the passenger's side of my car. Time was nearing for the start of the grduation so I scarfed the rest of the biscuit and threw some towels on top of the gutted sweet tea. After graduation, I took the Fat Ballerina home. We stopped at a trash can on campus to clean out the rest of the evidence. A campus cop stopped us and said, "Ladies, is there a problem?" We said no, and started babbling about a rouge chicken biscuit and an unsuspecting cup of sweet tea. The campu police followed us till we left ETSU campus.

Made the decision I am going to be a rebel and drive my expired tagged car out to do my errands today (except the DMV errand, that's just asking for it).

The Big JC

Just letting you know I am back on the mainland! I am enjoying being home and spending time with my friends and all. Here is my list of things to do today:

Go to DMV and get a replacement license
Go to Firehouse for a job interview
Get more applications if that job is a no go

Easy enough, but my car tags expired last night. Nobody told me until this morning. I thought it was very thoughtful to tell me before I went out on the road. Suddenly I remember my argument for getting a car in the first place... neither of the parentals will take me anywhere.

Sister dear, when you are at the Big House, does S-Babe ask you to come home by 9 pm? I was at Cousin Robbie's and she called me on two separate occasions. Once at 8:50 and once at 9:45. The Parentals have started doing it too, wanting me home before 12. Is there a memo I missed? The "living by yourself in a big, unfamiliar city for a year bypasses your right to go to clubs with your friends" memo, did I miss it?

Momentary Break

The computer is now being packed up. See you all on the mainland.

GOOD NEWS!!! Roomie, originally planning to stay in California, has decided to stay here!! YAY!!!

Play With Me

"Veins are tapped by one means or another and the blood is collected." Introduction to Animal Science by W. Stephen Damron

Instructions:

1. Grab the nearest book.
2. Open the book to page 23.
3. Find the fifth sentence.
4. Post the text of the sentence in your blog along with these instructions.

French Braided Porkchops

I saw something today. I think everybody should have one. This guy had a full on beard with sideburns and moustache and everything. What he did was he made French Braids in his porkchops until his chin where he put them into one single braid off the tip. He also walked all over the side walk with the occasional step into the grass or road. Pictures of Facial Hair.


Side Note: Remember Jesus in my Chemistry class? He had a shirt for the Organization for the Advancement of Facial Hair (OAFH). Can anyone find me a working link to that site?

Calculus Derives Me Crazy

I took my calculus final today. It was like getting fucked up the ass, menos el Vaseline. I know most of you are, for lack of better terms, computer geeks and graduated from computer schools with computer books and computer classes, including higher levels of calculus. Just bear with my sorrow at losing this one for I am but an animal scientist, unworthy of such knowledge. I deal with reproduction, not the volume of curves around the y-axis. I am, however, finished with this devil. I don't believe I got below a C in the class (in fact, despite my bitching, I think I got a B), so I should never have to take the brutality of it all again. Unfortunately, I will probably not retain ANY of the information. On the bright side, I got $56 for my calculus book alone. Animal Science gets sold back tomorrow, and physics a day after that.

The Exorcism

The song "Tubular Bells" makes me very happy. It makes me want to watch The Exorcist, which also makes me happy. Watching The Exorcist in French or with director's commentary makes me even happier.

The Nicest People In Hawaii

Nicole and I have had a hard time finding a storage facility that can provide us with afoordable, available space. We were looking for something about a 4x8 or a 5x10. Most places gave us quotes from $95-$137 a month. Most places were very rude to us, empty, far away, or a combination of the three. I got hung up on twice and redirected to a wrong number by three different facilities. Nicole got two of the iciest, coldest, meanest people there ever were. We both talked to a number of storage facilities with no vacancies. The last people I called were A-American Storage. They were the nicest people I have met on Hawaii thus far. I called twice, once to ask and another to reserve my spot. Each time they remembered my name. When we went today they took us up to choose our space. They remembered my name, that I was a student, and had me talk to the same guy I talked to on the phone. They even gave us free boxes and a 25% discount, leaving us to pay only $75 a month until September 1st. I felt like I had to smile leaving that place. They have the best customer service I have ever encountered and are probably the friendliest people in Hawaii. If only my bank was the same way...

Wish me luck on my calculus final tomorrow.

Porno

For those who have never read any of Irvine Welsh's books (Trainspotting, Acid House, Glue), let me start off by saying they are wonderful. Currently I am reading Porno, the sequel to Trainspotting (I read that for a monologue in theater two years ago). The only problem with reading a book with the title Porno is that you can't read it just anywhere without getting strange looks and remarks from people. This could be coupled with the fact most people out here don't read for fun and most don't know Trainspotting was a book before it was a movie. This makes it even harder to explain who the author is when asked about the book. Most of the time I get the haughty sideways glance from "proper women" on the bus or in a sandwich shop. I also get the leering check out look from the more unsavory patrons of my public reading areas. I think it is fascinating how one word, a book title, can make people assume I'm into the sex-industry. I don't think it looks like a how-to manual. Maybe it is because it is a seemingly taboo thing. If I were reading Construction Work for Dummies, I do not think many people would believe I was looking to be a construction worker. Maybe it is that people don't know what to think when they see the book except it is somehow wrong. The most common vocal reaction I have come across is somebody seeing the title and saying "Porno?" and nothing else. Not "Is that a dirty adult book?" or "Are you in the porn industry?". No. Just "Porno?"

My Career As a Pollster

Try taking my Blunt Truth quiz. In this safe environment you can answer questions and give me an idea of how much you hate me.

Feliz Seis de Mayo

I hope everybody had a fun time last night for Cinco de Mayo. I had quite an eventful day filled with comida mucha (much food) y cerveza mucha (much beer). To start it all off, I talked to my sister on the phone an discussed plans. She was going to Krogers for food stuffs; I was going to the mall for a new watch. I stole a Japanese nwespaper and cursed at many number 4 buses (I needed the 6) while sister was on the phone. Roomie made REAL enchiladas. The were SO yum. Since I didn't get out of class until 20:00 last night, I decided my comida contribution would be Velveeta and Rotel dip. When I went to the grocery I found zero (0) cans of Rotel tomatoes. I just used diced tomatoes and chilies, figuring it was the same thing. It was.

After we fed all of us (8 people) we started with the Mexican drink. Nicole and I thoroughly enjoyed our Coronas in the pool. There is nothing more relaxing than sitting in an inner tube drinking a beer. Following the beer in the pool were the shots. I gave my first body shot to one of the hostesses of the evening. This was followed by much more of the intoxicating beverage for every one, but not from between my busom. In true Cinco de Mayo form, Roomie (the only Mexican on the island) ended up with her head in the toilet, bathtub, and trash can.

Good times on Mexican holidays.

Salsa! Merengue!

Hola, amigos. Happy Cinco de Mayo! Today, after classes are done at *20:30*, I will be going down to the apartment. Two of my girlfriends just moved in. Last night Nicole and I made spaghetti and meatballs in meat sauce. It was yum. Celebrations for tonight should include some tequila, Mexican food, dancing, and Mexican music. Oh yes, and we will be partying with my roommate, a bonafide Mexican. We all have one more reason to celebrate in the 808, today is the last day of classes. Finals are next week, and I should be on the mainland in less than two weeks. I will be with Palila for a good first bit, so I may or may not see some of you soon!!

Have a happy Cinco de Mayo, but please don't let Jose drive. Find some poor sap who will be willing to be a DD, call a cab, or walk.

Here is some Cinco de Mayo history to put you in the merengue mood.

Writing On The Wall

Saturday I got out of the shower and noticed a bird sitting in the hallway. I put on shoes and started trying to chase the little bugger down three flights of stairs to get him outside. I got him down to the second floor and he flew from wall to wall just sitting there. Since I had just gotten out of the shower, I had a towel on my head. I was also taking a pizza box out to the dumpster (have to watch out for cockroaches and all). I thought I could lure him out with crust, but in the end I looked like a crazy person with a green towel on their head, waving crust at a bird, yelling and fussing at it. The stupid bird even hopped up and down the halls chirping to piss me off even more. Then the dumb bird flew up to the fourth floor. He's still up there as far as I know and he chirps when I walk up the stairs. This story is not about the bird. It's about the graffiti I saw on the second floor on either side of the second floor RA's (Resident Advisor) door. It was written in black Sharpie marker.

On one side was:
"[RA's NAME] NEEDS DICKS!"

And on the other side:
"Silly faggot, dicks are for chicks!"

Some one had tried to cover them up with our Crime Alert posters (posters that tell us when there have been sexual assaults or violent crimes on campus). Later that day the offending graffiti had been drawn over to make a kind of stained glass mural artwork effect.

Sunday, Ghetto Hall residents got this e-mail:

To residents of Ghetto Hall B,
Recently, two large patches of graffiti were discovered in GHB 2nd Floor. I need anyone with information regarding this vandalism to contact me, as soon as possible. The estimated cost of repairing the wall may be in excess of $1000-2000. If the person responsible is discovered, we can avoid charging residents to pay for the repair work. If we do not learn the identity of the person(s) responsible, these charges will be assessed as a group charge.
We are also taking steps to identify the culprit(s) by having the handwriting analyzed and compared to resident handwriting in our files. We will update the hall when we receive these results.

My phone is 462-6277. You can also reply to this email message.

Please refer to the Student Housing Handbook for more information regarding vandalism and group assessments.

Thank you,
Peter McNally*

Hall Director
Ghetto Hall
xxxx Pineapple St.
Honolulu, HI 96822
*Names have been changed for my protection. I don't give a shit about them.

I think they both need to pull the sticks out of their asses. See the second floor RA is a big asshole who nobody likes. Not even the other RAs. He wrote a letter about how they were all incompetent. He was an HD (hall director) at another dorm, but got demoted and kicked out to an RA in our dorm. HE probably complained to our HD who was complacent just to shut him up. I wish they would just quit with this Gestapo crap because nobody is going to confess. You can clean off the wall or paint over it. White paint does not cost $1000. They could even have that floor's residents clean it off/paint over it. I think they are all dumbasses.

Creepy Guy Returns

You may or may not recall the original conversation I had with my creepy stalker guy. He hasn't called in a while, but this morning as I was blow-drying my hair the phone rang. This is the conversation that followed:

Me: Hello? Hello?
He: Hello, it's me. *cough*
Me: Who is this?
He: You don't recognize me?
Me: No, who is this?
He: YOU SHOULD RECOGNIZE ME! *cough*
Me: I think you have the wrong number.
He: No I don't.
Me: I think you do.
He: I do not!
Me: You've called here before with the wrong number. This is the wrong number.
He: *cough*
And then I hung up. In the original conversation, the creepy guy claimed he had strep or a sore throat. He sounded exactly the same, kind of stalker/rapist/serial killer voice. It's kind of deep, raspy, taunting, and, well, just all around creepy. Maybe he's had strep for 4 months. I wonder why Heather never answers the phone when he calls. I thought that maybe he was looking for somebody who used to live here, but his call would have started last semester. They didn't start until this semester.

I should be glad because my stalker is just somebody who sounds obsessed and slightly psychotic. Nicole has a guy who calls and jacks off on the phone. Both of these stalker people could be in connection to Nicole's crazy psycho bitch ex-roommate who got kicked out in January. The phone calls didn't start until after she left.

Bootylicious

For those of you who are wondering, the top of my bootay makes a Y (if I understand the question correctly). Yes, yes, it is so bootylicious, baby. I don't think you're ready.

Other news, I will be going to my first frat party in Hawaii since I got here. We have about one (1) frat house and gosh darnit, the girls and I are gonna rock the party all night long.

I've said it once and I'll say it again, green tea is the shit. Mmmmmmmmmm, refreshing.

Too Bad I'm a Puss

I saw the drummer (very talented drummer) of a local band, The Quintessentials, at the mall. They are having their album debut on Friday, and of course I'll be there. He was just sitting outside of Long's, listening to his headphones, and scribbling in his notebook. I kept walking by in hopes that the next time around I would have the cajones to go and say something to him, but alas, I am a puss.

Addiction

My new TV addiction is Fox's The Swan, a show about women with self esteem and body issues who undergo three months of intensive dieting, exercise, therapy, and plastic surgery to compete in a pageant full of other women who were also part of the program. The condos they stay in have no mirrors so they see themselves for the first time after the transformation on national television. It is pretty wild, and I don't know why I am so addicted to it. I told myself that this was sick and wrong when I saw the previews, but now it's a must see.
During tonight's episode, the newscaster came on with a little blip about the 11 o'clock news. His exact words were, "Fox's hour long commercial for plastic surgery will continue in just a moment. Tonight at 11..."
It made my day.

Rise Against

So I went out ALL day yesterday. I got a new CD, "Rock Against Bush vol. 1". It is an excellent compilation. I got it just in time to listen to it while reading about the march on Washington by pro-choicers. That's right ladies, you show them what's up.

Those of you who are interested in good punk music might want to check out, in addition to the Rock Against Bush album, The God Awfuls's "Next Stop: Armageddon". Another very good album. I probably shouldn't have bought it because I've extended my CD collection by quite a bit in the past week. Tower Records has very affordable CDs. There are also these two little stores where CDs are $3-$15. I heart them. Anyways, The God Awfuls are really freaking good. My favorite song is NRA.

BTW sister, would you like to go to the Warped Tour with me when it comes to Indianapolis?

The Moment of Truth

So here I am, waiting for my advisor to be free, pissing everybody off because I'm on the good computer. I didn't get any sleep last night because 1. bugs kept flying up my nose 2. drunk people found it imperative to call me at 1 am and 3. Cingular Wireless didn't get the memo I moves 6 time zones away and called me in the early light hours of the morning. Without sleep, I found the only way I could stay awake in calculus was to do the crossword puzzle. Also my thoughts have been unorganized and disjointed.

My English teacher told me yesterday that I was one of the smartest people in his class. I also read 1 1/2 books and went grocery shopping. I got oranges at $0.52/lb, marshmallows (the multicolored ones), Lucky Charms, and milk. Roomie said the marshmallow she ate tasted yellow. She also said the guy Nicole is infatuated with looks like Gary Coleman. I disagree only because I think Gary Coleman is a sad, evil, slimy, disgusting little man.

I am just super bored with all of the waiting for the registering of my classes. I will let you know my class decisions when I'm done.

Little Chickie Go Smush

My incredibly beautiful physics professor did an experiment today involving a vacuum, a bell jar, and five unsuspecting Peeps (you know, the Easter candy). The little yellow chicks went into the bell jar and the vacuum was turned on. The chicks got bigger and bigger until they started returning to their original size (the air pockets had burst). Ater all that was done, Professor McHot returned the pressure inside the bel jar to 1 atm. The little tiny chicks smushed into a flat, yellow sugar belt. It was marvelous. Professor McHot then said that if we were thrust into space, the part when the chicks started shrinking would be when our cells began to pop. When the chickies smushed, all he said was, "That's you."

The beautiful man is also slightly sadistic.

I've noticed my fan does not blow as hard when it is very hot and humid. That sucks.

Anton, If I do end up staying in JC this summer, I'm gonna want 2 jobs or one that pays very well. Do you think, if I needed it, you could get me a job at Ruby's?? Why won't the sun come out and say hi? Why is it so freakin' hot? Why does everybody in Hawaii feel the need to smoke marijuana on 4/20? I feel like I'm getting a contact buzz just living here.

Pick and Choose!

I am going to stray from my major a little bit next semester and take an elective. I have it narrowed down to three, and they are Ballet, Intro to Arabic (or maybe Hindi), and Survey of Peace and Conflict Studies. I'm not sure which one I should take. Also in my load is going to O Chem (or 162 if I don't do that this summer), the surgery class, and either Animal Diseases and Their Controls or The Science of Human Nutrition. Probably history or speech or something. Any suggestions on the electives??

Political Prowess

Most of you reading this have something in common with an increasing number of politicians...you have a blog. Political blogs are apparently becoming more popular for big-wigs on the campaign trail. They vary from some with politicians claiming they are actually the authors to others with impersonators authoring and still others which are a series of press releases put up by campaign staffers.

Read more on political blogs!

Voices From the Desert

Late last night, after Roomie and I had retired for the day, a frantic Nicole ran in the room.

"Do you guys want to talk to Ryan? He's on the phone!"

Ryan has been in Iraq since January. Roomie mad a mad dash and landed on my bed as I took the phone. I didn't talk to him for very long because I had just woken up and the connection was bad. I didn't want Roomie to miss a chance to talk to him. I'm not sure the rates from Iraq to Hawaii. Talking longer, we find everybody is ok for the time being and all my boys over there are very happy that I am staying in Hawaii (still sad Roomie is leaving).

We also find out a shit storm has broken out. I don't know if the media is playing it down or if it is just hits closer to home when you hear it from some one who you know well enough to know what parts of spumoni ice cream he does and doesn't like.

I just want them home. :-(

Kudzu Conundrum

Why didn't anybody tell me that people not from the southeast don't know what kudzu is? I thought kudzu was just a way of life like Cheetos and Christmas trees. I looked like an idiot in my research paper when I said we have massive amounts of kudzu, and I feel other areas of the country should be afflicted with it.

Simple Requests

My week has been filled with them. First, I have a simple request for Palila to find out why my links are at the bottom instead of on the side.

Friday's requests:

I went to the Flogging Molly concert with Roomie. It was great. I got a little beat up during the opening band. They were ska/reggae and Hawaiians have a need to mosh to ska. After the concert, my simple request was for this one guy to please act responsibly. We had gotten into a little tiff earlier that week *his fault*, and I apologized for one rash decision I had made. He never apologized for his BIG lapse in judgment. I tried to give him a second chance and tried to be nice to him. He gladly accepted my offer to wait with him while he smoked so I could let him in the building. After that he started trying to boss me around. I told him he was an asshole, wasn't acting responsibly or maturely. He told me he was sleeping in my bed that night. I told him he wasn't because I wasn't going to be displaced from my own bed by an asshole. He got mad at me again. I reminded him that I live here, he doesn't, and he is more than welcome to leave.

Saturday:
I just wanted to sleep. And drink lots of wine. I got a rice cooker at and auction for $12. It is a 10 cup cooker w/ a veggie steamer on top. It's very lovely.

Sunday:
I wanted my homework to be done. I wanted to go to church. I wanted good service at lunch time in a nearly empty restaurant. None of these happened.

Monday:
At 8:30 in the morning, I find nothing better than drama in calculus. The guys had their leaf blowers on extra loud right outside our window. My quiet German calc. prof told the TA to tell them to stop. The blower guys laughed at him and kept right on blowing. My prof got very pissed and runs out of the room. A few second later he is ranting furiously at the blowers guys. They stopped for about 10 min.

Today:
All I want is a lock that works. If you will recall a poem I wrote in September about my key, you will understand why I am so frustrated. You see, I locked myself out today. I went to go get the spare key, and it didn't work. Neither did the other spare key. I told the RA on duty that I thought my lock was broken. He didn't believe me. He has a broken leg so he got another RA to try the master key. She called and said, "Really dude, her lock is broken." The maintaining people came and took apart the lock. The axel thingy in the door which is supposed to be straight was bent, a special plastic piece was broken, and the spring had disappeared. MAYBE that's why the DOOR was FUCKED UP LAST SEMESTER! When I figured how much I am paying for on campus housing, I found roomie and I are paying $600 a month. The apartments on campus are $1200 for a one room, and $2000 for a 2 bedroom. I can get a 1 bedroom right next to campus, utilities and cable included, for $875. HMMMM. You would think they could afford working locks on everybody's rooms.

White Female Walking

This article appeared in our school newspaper on Monday. Let me just give you the gist of it. Here are a few excerpts:

"The white liberals take it too far when they start becoming "down" with the colored folks. I'm talking about those with dreadlocked hair and adopting an "urban" accent. I'm talking about upper class whites who dress in thrift shop clothing just because it's "cool to be poor." The ones who date people of color to make a political statement, and go to underground hip hop concerts yelling "down with the police!" I'm talking about white people who travel to third world countries to help the poor and needy to make themselves feel like better citizens.

I don't have a problem with white people who want to make a real change in this racist society, but I can't stand it when they forget who they are and what they always will be: white."

If you read the article, you can understand why just about anybody would be offended by it. I also suggest you read the responses because they give insight into how it really is.

What you don't understand because you don't live in Hawaii is that the racial relationships here are very different. My school is 80% Asian/Hawaiian/Pacific Islander. Yes, I am a minority. I don't complain about that part because I enjoy learning about other people's culture. I complain about the fact that white people are always assumed to be tourists and treated like we are stupid. Also, we are assumed to be haole and try to stay inside on "kill haole day".

Most of this is because many locals have never left the island or the state of Hawaii. If they have left the state for a long period of time, they have a different attitude than the others who live here. One girl in my English class wrote in her paper that Georgia was a city and it was mostly populated by black people. It wasn't that she was being racist, she was just stupid. I told her how it really was and what she should change, and she was receptive to my ideas.

On the article itself:

A) Her statements about white people with urban accents, shopping at thrift stores, and interracial dating are completely ignorant. In saying this she implies people do not pick up the accents from where the grew up, white people can't be poor, non-white people are always poor, and interracial dating is always about making a statement, not about liking a person.

B) "I don't have a problem with white people who want to make a real change in this racist society, but I can't stand it when they forget who they are and what they always will be: white"

Umm.... I think she displays her ignorance enough here, I don't need to restate it.

C) She also has statements of white people not experiencing racism. THIS IS TOTALLY NOT TRUE!! Two *true* senerios:

1) Rae is my *white* friend from Maui. She has a Hawaiian last name I can't spell or pronounce, she has lived in Hawaii all her life, and she is more local than local. She told me about when she got shit in high school because she was white the many times at gas stations or clubs when she presented her ID and people would tell her she "married him for his last name". She is not married and it is HER last name. She told me that people will always give you shit because you are white, and not to let it bother you. Just keep it in your head that you are better than that and you will be better than them.

2) Roomie (who is Mexican, but very pale) and I were waiting at the bus stop. We saw our bus come, stood at the sign, money in hand, waiting for the bus. The driver pulled beside us, slowed almost to a stop, the just kept on going. One of the ladies I work with in Rotaract said it has happened to her before, too.

3) This is an ongoing thing. If you are white and walking in Waikiki late at night, it is very probable that you will get raped/beat up/hassled/robbed by samoans/tongans/locals who hate white people. It is just that simple.

4) Police and store clerks will give you shit is you are white. You can get away with a lot of stuff, however, if you are local-looking. My friend pretty much told the police she was drunk while she couldn't stand up. She's local, and they let her just walk away.

So, I think this chick's article is a bunch of shit. I would LOVE to hear everybody else's opinions.

My Vocal Chords...

... Work just fine. In fact, I am perfectly capable of speaking for myself. Just FYI for those readers who feel I need to have my opinion made up and spoken for me. I can do it myself, thanks. This ability I so deftly defended this weekend may be hampered if my coughing gets much worse. I woke up at 2 am this morning, coughing uncontrollably. I went to sleep finally after I wore myself out. Luckily, Roomie was cramming all night and I didn't wake her up. I am pretty sure it is NOT SARS because SARS has a fever and other stuff along with it. Also, Hawaii has had no reports of it. This is surprising because we are Asia, pretty much. Besides, this is a mass infection. About 7 out of 10 people I know have it, haole and local alike. It lasts forever and sucks. I'm going to go to the doctor again if it gets much worse to make sure it isn't pneumonia.

My coughing doesn't hamper my intelligence. Nicole's is unaffected as well. She was involved in a heated debate with one of our mutual friends. He has tendency to be stupid and feel the need to display his ignorance to the rest of us. She told him she didn't feel he was educated enough to talk about the topic at hand. He got all pissed and said something. She told him his statement was an erroneous one. He argued with her because he thought she made the word up. Most of the other people around her didn't know what it meant either (Roomie and I were back in our beds). The next day, he was in her room. She got the dictionary from our room. Erroneous is right between something like erogenous and error in our dictionary. Nicole pointed to erroneous and home-boy says,
"That doesn't say erroneous, it says error (he pronounced it a-roar)."

She responded quickly by saying, "It's right above ERROR (she pronounced it air-err). You're a loser."

She then walked out of the room. I love my girlfriends!

Roll Over

So Friday night after the concert, Roomie and I went to a hotel room where some of our friends were chillin'. We walk in hyped up on pure adrenaline and we see one person passed out on a bed, more people getting drunk, and a whole bunch of stupid shitteroo. Anyways, these people assume Roomie and I are on all types of drugs because we are so happy. In fact, they even told Nicole that I was rolling. She asked me because she knows I don't do that stuff, and I told her they were full of shit. I went and got food with K and N. N was extremely worried about getting BBQ sauce or ketchup or anything on his shirt. He was actually kind of anal about it. About 2 a.m. I went to bed. There were 3 other people in the bed when I got there, J, M, and N. Sometime during the night, J and M must have gotten up because when I woke up around 5 a.m., only N was in the bed with me. I looked up, saw him roll over, and heard a "blech" and then *splat*, and I knew he got all sorts of half-digested BBQ sauce on his shirt. I really am not bothered by people puking. I'm usually the sober person who gets water and holds people's hair back. This, however, was different because I had just woken up, was laying next to this person. I really didn't want to be the person dealing with it. What do I do? I go over and walk to the door where the other awake people are.

"Home boy just threw up on the bed."

One more thing I find annoying is when people say "your joking" or "you lying" when you tell them something that really isn't all that surprising. I didn't say he just grew an arm out of his head, I said he puked on the bed.

What happened next isn't all that important. I went back to the dorms and slept in my own bed. He didn't remember doing it the next day at all. He said everybody forgets everything when they start to puke. I told him he was full of shit.

Rock The Party

All night long. Last night and tonight Tsunami Bomb came and rocked our little city of Honolulu. They were so freaking awesome!!! The first night I got beat up because some stupid people have no concert etiquette. There also were a whole bunch of 14 year old smokers there. That said, the show was, in my opinion, better the first night. Tonight was SO cool because I got my picture taken with 3 of the four band members. I also stood right in front of the Hottie McHot guitar player. I actually was so close to him I got pushed into his guitar! His name is Mike, he's from Texas, and is really nice to talk to. See what you missed out on, Palila, by not coming to see your sister? YEAH! WHAT NOW BI-ATCH?!

Blah

This week in the life of George has been like a vanilla/tapioca swirl...very plain. I have done..nothing, the teacher's strike is up in the air (they probably won't strike), and the highlight of my nights has been last night when I watched Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas. The highlights of my trip to Texas were dancing with an ex-Chipendale's dancer and going two-stepping. That's about it. Blah.

Back

I'm back and I'm alright. This week has been a fun time, getting butt loads of after spring break work. One of the assignments is to write a research essay on a stereotype and why it is wrong. I'm writing mine on the stereotypes people have of people who live in the Appalachian Mountains. I would appreciate to know what kinds of stereotypes you may have or have come across other than the barefoot and pregnant one.

Bye Bye

I leave today for Texas. I'll be back March 28.

VH1 Sucks

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.

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.

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.

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!

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.

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.

I want someone to bring me a lei and take me on a date. That would be really nice.

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.

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!!!

The Rain Again

Is it bad when one dryer cycle still leaves your clothes soaked?

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.

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.

The Term

Palila, in case you forget again, the term I used was "All up on your jock."

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.

Disturbed

Affair gone bad? Start a hate site about it. Blackmail, who knew it could be so rewarding.

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.

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."

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.

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.

Make Over

Thanks Palila for the new look. I feel like I am on that Extreme Makeover show (sans invasive cosmetic surgery). I got new glasses yesterday, a super-duper nail buffer, and sleep. Now it's like I have a new site!! Do ya'll like it?

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.

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.

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.

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.

Huh?

So when your Boyfriend doesn't call you on Valentine's Day it means...? I hate that stupid day.

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.

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...

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.

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.

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.

I am not allowed to blog until I have finished reviewing this Prostaglandin paper, done my physics, calculus, revised my English paper, found product ads, withdrawn from chemistry and lab, bought a TV, done my physics lab, and studied for an animal science test on friday.

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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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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!!*

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!!!

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.

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.

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.

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.