1. Best book in the entire world, September edition: Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close by Jonathan Safran Foer. I started this book at work on Friday and knew I was going to love it by page 30. I planned on staying in to read it, but around 12:30 am Megan talked me into a 40 and a few beers, but she left by 4:30 and I finished it by 6:30. So good. So fucking good. I got out Foer's first book, Everything is Illuminated, which I had heard about before, but I can't get into it. I totally ruined it for this book by reading Extremely first. I will finish it, but holy shit. Read this book immediately.
2. Best good-lord-why-did-it-take-me-so-long-to-discover-this album: Exile on Main Street by the Rolling Stones. I really can't stand most Stones song, save for Miss You, Emotional Resue, Beast of Burden, Sway and one or two others, but for the past month I was obsessed with their song Sweet Virgina. I found out it was on Exile, so I bought it, and lo and behold, and the whole fucking album is awesome. I can't stand the Stones nowadays; the best word that comes to mind when I think of them is "travesty", courtsey of Jason Mulgrew, and I couldn't agree more. But Exile on Main Street - farthest thing from a travesty as you are ever going to get.
3. The family dog, Bailey, is a giant pussy when it comes to thunderstorms. She's not allowed upstairs in our rooms any other time, but my mom will allow exceptions when it's storming out. Yesterday it wasn't even thundering, just some random lightning and a little rain, but Bailey would not stay downstairs and kept following me around (I'm the only one home, my parents are on vacation). I shut my door on her to go to bed, but then I turned into the giant pussy and let her sleep on my floor. I know, I'm practically Mother Theresa. You have no idea how much I hated myself for feeling guilty. This is me we're talking! I hate dogs! With a passion! Especially Bailey! And yet I FELT BAD FOR A DOG (who does that?), caved, and let her sleep in my room. Goddamnit.
4. This having my own car and house to myself? I'm pretty sure I could get used to it. Of course my real own place will be much better because there will not be a DOG there or 400 plants I have to water every other day (yet have only done once so far) but this'll do for now. I just hope my parents don't freak out too bad when they find out I changed the locks.
5. My friend Diana and I decided we're going to get an apartment together in May. I mean first we have to get better jobs, save up and sign the lease, but those are just minor details compared to what color scheme our front room is going to be and the end tables we'll have. Glorious glorious endtables. Diana is the one person (besides Keri, who I'm sure will practically live with us anyways) I could see living with because even though we fight like a married couple, I think that will work to our advantage. I can tell her straight up when she's annoying me, or I'm mad at her, and we fight, but it'll be over an hour later. This could turn out very bad, but she likes to clean, but isn't as anal as Emily, is kickass at decorating, loves cooking and already agreed not to hang up her "hippie shit" in the front room. This could be the start of a beautiful relationship.
6. I can't even remember the last time I saw a movie in the theatre (maybe Walk the Line?), but it was awhile ago. Not that there's never movies I want to see, there is all the time, I just never actually go see them. All that will change in November when Borat comes out. I saw the trailer for it the other day on youtube.com and I'm pretty sure it's safe to say it will be the greatest movie ever. Of all time. From here until eternity. Maybe even greater than Citizen Kane - WHO KNOWS.
7. Oh good lord. Some lady just called work because she couldn't get the tape dispenser she bought here at the UPS Store to work. I'm quitting tomorrow.
8. If the Bears play like this every game for the rest of the season, we're going to the Super Bowl. Hands down. I guarantee it.
9. My (rich) aunt and uncle are going to Italy for two weeks starting the 26th. They have five kids, three of which are in college and then a nine and twleve year old. Seamus, the 12 year old is a douche, but I've dealt with worse. Maeve, on the other hand, is my favorite cousin and is the biggest sarcastic smartass you could ask for in a nine year old. She's awesome. My aunt needs a baby-sitter to see them off to school and then be there from 2:30 on when they get home. She is going to pay me $100 a day to do this. Plus I'll still be able to work from 8:30-2:00 pm most days, and won't be spending money at all either, since I'll pretty much be living there. I am going to be rich. Very very rich. Well at least by 22 year old standards. Just in time for those student loans too. Great.
10. And finally, I am sad to report that our bigass van my parents have that seats 12, died in Wyoming. That van was good to us, carting my Girl Scout troop to whatever the fuck we did as girl scouts, moving me into the dorms and two different apartments, countless roadtrips all over America and embarassing me severely the one time I drove it to the bar (I was desperate, ok? The guy I was meeting there called and said "come down this block, there's a spot right behind me" and I said "um, no, I don't want you to see me driving this. I'm parking on Campbell".) Instead we have a brand new red 2006 Expedition. Which I will never be able to drive. Awesome.
Wednesday, September 20, 2006
Wednesday, August 30, 2006
August 20, 1985 - Twenty One Years Later
Saturday Night:
I wore my pirate shirt just for you.
I forgot Brian Urlacher showed up with his claws.
I bet you totally remember what I was telling you. And totally cared. You look concerned.
Five minutes later. Ah, sweet crusty beer-soaked hair.
Well you were awake for at least two minutes on the bus.
You probably hate me for posting this picture, but what's that? I don't care. I know I said I would hold your hair for you if you puked, but I really didn't have a chance to cause of all that projectile vomitting you did without warning on the bus. Please forgive.
Sexy passed out hooker.
You want some McDonald's? You look like you want some McDonald's.
Sunday Night:
We made t-shirts on Sunday (9 of us, we're cool). Keri was "21 and still self-lubricating" (don't act like you're not impressed) and I'm "no longer her beer bitch". Praise jesus.
Keri was turning 21. Just incase you forgot. Christ I look like a barge.
The uniform of the night was gaucho pants and the t-shirts and apparently I was really happy and excited about it!
Good lord that was funny. "How did you guys get up there so fast?" We walked around it, douche bag. With age you will learn the wisdom Apryl and I have already, my little grasshopper. Or you could just listen to Apryl next time.
You had finally given up on putting the balloon back on the stick and I had taken to hitting you with it. A good time had by all.
Sexy and classy end to the night.
I think we did Keri's 21st birthday justice. Or at least she did. Puking on a bus will do that to you. You even made it to your 9 am class on Monday. You really are maturing with age, which dissappoints me a little but I'll learn to deal with it if you promise to never stop getting drunk with me. Even if we're forced (eventually it'll happen) join AA. Aight? Aight. My little sister's finally 21! We have more options than Dingbats now! I can stiff you money when you buy cases for the both of us! Oh sweet sweet revenge. (Yeah yeah I know you usually paid me, but I was totally your sugar bitch this summer, so suck it.) Happy Birthday Seeeeeestor.
I wore my pirate shirt just for you.
I forgot Brian Urlacher showed up with his claws.
I bet you totally remember what I was telling you. And totally cared. You look concerned.
Five minutes later. Ah, sweet crusty beer-soaked hair.
Well you were awake for at least two minutes on the bus.
You probably hate me for posting this picture, but what's that? I don't care. I know I said I would hold your hair for you if you puked, but I really didn't have a chance to cause of all that projectile vomitting you did without warning on the bus. Please forgive.
Sexy passed out hooker.
You want some McDonald's? You look like you want some McDonald's.
Sunday Night:
We made t-shirts on Sunday (9 of us, we're cool). Keri was "21 and still self-lubricating" (don't act like you're not impressed) and I'm "no longer her beer bitch". Praise jesus.
Keri was turning 21. Just incase you forgot. Christ I look like a barge.
The uniform of the night was gaucho pants and the t-shirts and apparently I was really happy and excited about it!
Good lord that was funny. "How did you guys get up there so fast?" We walked around it, douche bag. With age you will learn the wisdom Apryl and I have already, my little grasshopper. Or you could just listen to Apryl next time.
You had finally given up on putting the balloon back on the stick and I had taken to hitting you with it. A good time had by all.
Sexy and classy end to the night.
I think we did Keri's 21st birthday justice. Or at least she did. Puking on a bus will do that to you. You even made it to your 9 am class on Monday. You really are maturing with age, which dissappoints me a little but I'll learn to deal with it if you promise to never stop getting drunk with me. Even if we're forced (eventually it'll happen) join AA. Aight? Aight. My little sister's finally 21! We have more options than Dingbats now! I can stiff you money when you buy cases for the both of us! Oh sweet sweet revenge. (Yeah yeah I know you usually paid me, but I was totally your sugar bitch this summer, so suck it.) Happy Birthday Seeeeeestor.
Friday, August 18, 2006
Beauty Walks A Razor's Edge, Someday I'll Make It Mine
Jenn texted me the other day and told me to post. Now I'm feeling the pressure and can't think of anything to white about. I could whine about how my sister left me on Monday to go back to school and then Wednesday my friend Julie left for Washington D.C for a year. In about 48 hours I was deserted by both of the people who were willingly to go to the bar with me at any given moment. This means no more Wednesdays at Dingbats, Thursdays at Bourbon Street and any other random night they would go with me. Not that I don't have other friends willing to go with me BUT I WANT JULIE AND KERI. This me staying at home business while my sister and friends move/go back to school? I am not a fan.
I'm glad to report The Saga of Katie's Library Card That Took Way Too Fucking Long to Get is finally over: I got it two weeks ago and it was a joyous occasion. I wish I was kidding about how excited I got when I saw it in the mail. Now if only I don't fuck it up and never return the books I took out, that would be great. Someone remind me to take them back on the 22nd.
Keri turns 21 on Sunday. I am really excited about this already, don't get me wrong, but it feels like she's 21 already anyways since we went to the bar together all the time and has been using my ID (and getting it with it) the whole summer. It's probably just going to feel like a normal time at the bar with her, only I will have to buy her a lot to drink and then hold her hair later as she spews (if you're going to spew, spew into this) everything she drank all over the (fingers crossed) bathroom. I got yo back sista.
So of course nothing ever materialized with that guy I gave my number to. Of course not! I mean, not like I kept hoping for three weeks either! That would be pathetic! God, what fucking karma for going on two dates this summer with another guy, and then never answering his phone calls again because he was the worst kisser in the entire world. What did I expect to happen. This is my way of justifying it, by the way, Jeff won't call me because I was a bitch to Steve, so just go with it.* It could never just be because he doesn't like me, I have to blame it on the cosmic doings of the universe. Or something like that. As long as I can pretend it's beyond my control. What the fuck am I talking about.
My parents are going on a 2 week vacation starting Labor Day, but I can't go with (not like I was invited anyways) because I have to watch the dog. That's basically why my parents were cool with me moving home. So I could be the dog sitter while they traispe the United States in our big ass van. It's good to feel loved. So anyways, big two week party/rave/orgy at my house starting September 4th. Bring your glow sticks.
I have something to admit. I, self-admitted Dave Matthews Band hater for as long as I can remember, am going to a DMB concert in September. BEFORE YOU JUDGE ME, keep in mind I haven't been to a concert all summer and my friend Kelly is a real sweet talker, who could sell ketchup to a lady wearing white gloves (Wayne's World and Tommy Boy references in this post, I am all that is man). I don't like that I'm going to this concert anymore than you do, but goddamnit I will ENJOY (suffer through) IT AND HAVE FUN (get drunk) IF IT KILLS ME.
Let's go White Sox. I don't want to be the goddamn wild card. You take the series with the Yankees (hey-o John), sweep the Tigers and then split 2 and 2 with the Royals? Jesus christ. It's getting down to the wire, so stop fucking up. If that's not a morale booster, I don't know what is.
If you're out drinking Saturday or Sunday night, say a cheers to Keri in all her finally-21-goodness. Have a good weekend bitches.
*Sidenote: I saw Jeff this past Saturday, and we didn't talk, but later that night I had a dream that my uncle's dog talked to me. A dog will talk to me, but Jeff won't? Goddamnit. No, I do not read too much into my dreams.
I'm glad to report The Saga of Katie's Library Card That Took Way Too Fucking Long to Get is finally over: I got it two weeks ago and it was a joyous occasion. I wish I was kidding about how excited I got when I saw it in the mail. Now if only I don't fuck it up and never return the books I took out, that would be great. Someone remind me to take them back on the 22nd.
Keri turns 21 on Sunday. I am really excited about this already, don't get me wrong, but it feels like she's 21 already anyways since we went to the bar together all the time and has been using my ID (and getting it with it) the whole summer. It's probably just going to feel like a normal time at the bar with her, only I will have to buy her a lot to drink and then hold her hair later as she spews (if you're going to spew, spew into this) everything she drank all over the (fingers crossed) bathroom. I got yo back sista.
So of course nothing ever materialized with that guy I gave my number to. Of course not! I mean, not like I kept hoping for three weeks either! That would be pathetic! God, what fucking karma for going on two dates this summer with another guy, and then never answering his phone calls again because he was the worst kisser in the entire world. What did I expect to happen. This is my way of justifying it, by the way, Jeff won't call me because I was a bitch to Steve, so just go with it.* It could never just be because he doesn't like me, I have to blame it on the cosmic doings of the universe. Or something like that. As long as I can pretend it's beyond my control. What the fuck am I talking about.
My parents are going on a 2 week vacation starting Labor Day, but I can't go with (not like I was invited anyways) because I have to watch the dog. That's basically why my parents were cool with me moving home. So I could be the dog sitter while they traispe the United States in our big ass van. It's good to feel loved. So anyways, big two week party/rave/orgy at my house starting September 4th. Bring your glow sticks.
I have something to admit. I, self-admitted Dave Matthews Band hater for as long as I can remember, am going to a DMB concert in September. BEFORE YOU JUDGE ME, keep in mind I haven't been to a concert all summer and my friend Kelly is a real sweet talker, who could sell ketchup to a lady wearing white gloves (Wayne's World and Tommy Boy references in this post, I am all that is man). I don't like that I'm going to this concert anymore than you do, but goddamnit I will ENJOY (suffer through) IT AND HAVE FUN (get drunk) IF IT KILLS ME.
Let's go White Sox. I don't want to be the goddamn wild card. You take the series with the Yankees (hey-o John), sweep the Tigers and then split 2 and 2 with the Royals? Jesus christ. It's getting down to the wire, so stop fucking up. If that's not a morale booster, I don't know what is.
If you're out drinking Saturday or Sunday night, say a cheers to Keri in all her finally-21-goodness. Have a good weekend bitches.
*Sidenote: I saw Jeff this past Saturday, and we didn't talk, but later that night I had a dream that my uncle's dog talked to me. A dog will talk to me, but Jeff won't? Goddamnit. No, I do not read too much into my dreams.
Thursday, July 27, 2006
The Sun Is Up, The Sky Is Blue
1. I am horribly, horribly bored at work. Come on, doesn't anyone want to send their family a present? Fax something? Make 300 copies? Annoy the shit out of me because you don't have the zip code? Goddamnit.
2. My mom told me she'd match my payments on my school loans that I have to start paying back in November if I quit smoking. She chose the exact moment to tell me this while I was in the bathroom. Doesn't that conversation deserve a sit down? Or a knock on my bedroom door? No, it does not. It deserves to be told through the bathroom door. So now, granted that I quit come November, I'll be done with my loans in 7 1/2 years instead of 15. Sometimes, sometimes my mom is alright. Not most of the time, but she has her moments.
3. I am not going to Lollapalooza. Why? Because I mean, then I'd have to miss my block party. Plus I wouldn't get to see the cover band I'm obsessed with on Friday. I mean, both of those things totally equal out to seeing the Ranconteurs, the Frames, Ryan Adams, My Morning Jacket and all those other lameass bands I wanted to see. I'm totally not bitter!
4. I don't even want to start talking about the White Sox because they make me so fucking angry, but something needs to be said. You have made me severly angry these past two weeks. Mark Buerhle, I bought your shirt because I loved you. You and the rest of the team, save for Jon Garland, are not reciprocating that love. Maybe this wouldn't suck so much ass for me if I didn't watch every game like it was Game 7 of the World Series, but jesus christ. Get your fucking act together and win some goddamn ball games. Ok, I feel better.
5. I lost some more weight, now a total of 16 pounds. Seriously, who knew that eating less made you lose weight. GENIUS. I weigh in tomorrow, and it's not going to be pretty, since I've gone to the bar about 54 times in the past week, plus haven't been able to stop eating the past two days, but one setback is ok. I can deal with that. Keri and I have a goal of losing 10 more pounds by her birthday August 20th. I need her around more often to talk me out of Burger King like she did last night.
6. At the bar Tuesday I had a goal of talking to this guy I have a crush on, the keyboardist of the cover band I love. I finally did it, and invited him to my friend's block party this Saturday and offered him my number "just incase he wanted to stop by Saturday". I have BALLS, man. I was so proud of myself, I've never been that forward before. Not like I was being creepy-forward (at least I hope not), but I really hope he calls. And yes I am just setting myself up for a big disappointment, but for the moment we're keeping the faith, aight? Cross your fingers bitches.
7. Still no library card. I know how worried some of you were, so I just wanted to update you. I called the library and they said "there's only one person making all the cards." How many people can possibly be applying for Alsip library cards at one time that there is a two month wait to get one? I've been bookless for too long and my reading skills are really slipping. No one bother leaving a comment, I won't be able to understand it anyways.
8. Last night I only had to spend $4.50 on one pitcher of beer. The rest Keri and I got for free from our bouncer friend Mike and a guy named Steve, who has a mad crush on Keri but is at least 37 years old. But hey, he's the singer in a band that's really popular in our neighborhood, and pretty much a celebrity (Lindsay Lohan!) to me, so you go girl. Anybody who buys me beer is alright in my book.
9. It's almost August. Shit bitch, I gotta look for a new job soon. I am very excited about that. I think it's starting to hit me that I'm not going back to NIU and everytime I think of it, I get a pit in my stomach. Funs over kid. Get a real job.
10. Last minute ramblings: Twenty minutes left of work. And I really want a cigarette but I know as soon as I light it someone'll come in. Jenn, seriously, what the fuck. Blog already or I'll slice you. I know I haven't left comments anywhere in forever, but it's just because I'm a really terrible person, so there you go. I'm exicited to go to the bar tonight for $1.25 bottles and to hang out with my sister (because I haven't done that in like, 11 hours). Never have I ever.... had an underage sister that makes me dance at the bar to Papa was a Rolling Stone when no one else is.
2. My mom told me she'd match my payments on my school loans that I have to start paying back in November if I quit smoking. She chose the exact moment to tell me this while I was in the bathroom. Doesn't that conversation deserve a sit down? Or a knock on my bedroom door? No, it does not. It deserves to be told through the bathroom door. So now, granted that I quit come November, I'll be done with my loans in 7 1/2 years instead of 15. Sometimes, sometimes my mom is alright. Not most of the time, but she has her moments.
3. I am not going to Lollapalooza. Why? Because I mean, then I'd have to miss my block party. Plus I wouldn't get to see the cover band I'm obsessed with on Friday. I mean, both of those things totally equal out to seeing the Ranconteurs, the Frames, Ryan Adams, My Morning Jacket and all those other lameass bands I wanted to see. I'm totally not bitter!
4. I don't even want to start talking about the White Sox because they make me so fucking angry, but something needs to be said. You have made me severly angry these past two weeks. Mark Buerhle, I bought your shirt because I loved you. You and the rest of the team, save for Jon Garland, are not reciprocating that love. Maybe this wouldn't suck so much ass for me if I didn't watch every game like it was Game 7 of the World Series, but jesus christ. Get your fucking act together and win some goddamn ball games. Ok, I feel better.
5. I lost some more weight, now a total of 16 pounds. Seriously, who knew that eating less made you lose weight. GENIUS. I weigh in tomorrow, and it's not going to be pretty, since I've gone to the bar about 54 times in the past week, plus haven't been able to stop eating the past two days, but one setback is ok. I can deal with that. Keri and I have a goal of losing 10 more pounds by her birthday August 20th. I need her around more often to talk me out of Burger King like she did last night.
6. At the bar Tuesday I had a goal of talking to this guy I have a crush on, the keyboardist of the cover band I love. I finally did it, and invited him to my friend's block party this Saturday and offered him my number "just incase he wanted to stop by Saturday". I have BALLS, man. I was so proud of myself, I've never been that forward before. Not like I was being creepy-forward (at least I hope not), but I really hope he calls. And yes I am just setting myself up for a big disappointment, but for the moment we're keeping the faith, aight? Cross your fingers bitches.
7. Still no library card. I know how worried some of you were, so I just wanted to update you. I called the library and they said "there's only one person making all the cards." How many people can possibly be applying for Alsip library cards at one time that there is a two month wait to get one? I've been bookless for too long and my reading skills are really slipping. No one bother leaving a comment, I won't be able to understand it anyways.
8. Last night I only had to spend $4.50 on one pitcher of beer. The rest Keri and I got for free from our bouncer friend Mike and a guy named Steve, who has a mad crush on Keri but is at least 37 years old. But hey, he's the singer in a band that's really popular in our neighborhood, and pretty much a celebrity (Lindsay Lohan!) to me, so you go girl. Anybody who buys me beer is alright in my book.
9. It's almost August. Shit bitch, I gotta look for a new job soon. I am very excited about that. I think it's starting to hit me that I'm not going back to NIU and everytime I think of it, I get a pit in my stomach. Funs over kid. Get a real job.
10. Last minute ramblings: Twenty minutes left of work. And I really want a cigarette but I know as soon as I light it someone'll come in. Jenn, seriously, what the fuck. Blog already or I'll slice you. I know I haven't left comments anywhere in forever, but it's just because I'm a really terrible person, so there you go. I'm exicited to go to the bar tonight for $1.25 bottles and to hang out with my sister (because I haven't done that in like, 11 hours). Never have I ever.... had an underage sister that makes me dance at the bar to Papa was a Rolling Stone when no one else is.
Friday, July 21, 2006
Best Book Of All Time
To Kill a Mockingbird.
If you don't like this book, there is something seriously wrong with you.
If you don't like this book, there is something seriously wrong with you.
Monday, July 10, 2006
This Machine Kills Fascists
Still no motherfucking library card. Do you think libraries have a system like the police do, where they can look up my name and see my habit of book-borrowing-and-not-returning-for-seven-months? Cause in that case I'm screwed.
This past week has been the longest week of my life. I felt like I was celebrating America and Freedom and the Consitution for 3 months or something. Not that I didn't have fun drinking Wednesday through Tuesday, but what happens the year the 4th is on a Thursday or Friday? Do we start the Friday before? If you love America I guess you would. And if you don't love America you're a terrorist.
Keri, her friend Amy and I went to ISU Saturday night to say goodbye to their friend who's moving to Vegas. We played Flippy Cup and naturally it was O'D's vs the World again and we dominated. Maybe we didn't win every single time, but you're goddamn right I'm going to play it off like we did. Then tonight we were both swimming at my friend Diana's house (Keri pretty much follows me around where ever I go) and we played bags against Diana and Steve aka O'D's vs the World again. And we won, naturally. I'm almost positive we would have beat France in the World Cup, if given the chance. And yes I do realize I'm bragging about winning Flippy Cup and bags, but its hard not to when you're this awesome. I'm so glad I don't have a lack of self-esteem.
I'm still in Weight Watchers and slowly but surely the fat is coming off. I've lost 10 pounds so far and though I still have a ways to go, the motivation of my jeans fitting is almost too much for me to handle. WHO KNEW THEY WERE ACTUALLY SUPPOSED TO BE COMFORTABLE? I am finally beginning to understand why people wear them willingly when you could be wearing sweatpants instead. I mean don't get me wrong, I'll still never do that, but it's nice to know I have the option now.
Earlier tonight Keri asked if I "had any designs on Steve". Apparently that meant "do you like him". Have designs? What the fuck is that. I think she made it up, but she insists she didn't. Has anyone ever heard that saying? Even if you have, just say no anyways so she feels stupid. I feel better about myself when putting people down, so help me out here.
There's a Woody Guthrie documentary on PBS this Wednesday. Woody was Bobby D's inspiration and hero, therefore making him my inspiration and hero also. I mean I don't REALLY aspire to trapise about the country writing folk songs about America and politics, rough it during the Depression, be buddies with Pete Seeger, have a son named Arlo and die of Huntington's disease, but if that's the way things work out I'm down. This land is your land, bitches.
This past week has been the longest week of my life. I felt like I was celebrating America and Freedom and the Consitution for 3 months or something. Not that I didn't have fun drinking Wednesday through Tuesday, but what happens the year the 4th is on a Thursday or Friday? Do we start the Friday before? If you love America I guess you would. And if you don't love America you're a terrorist.
Keri, her friend Amy and I went to ISU Saturday night to say goodbye to their friend who's moving to Vegas. We played Flippy Cup and naturally it was O'D's vs the World again and we dominated. Maybe we didn't win every single time, but you're goddamn right I'm going to play it off like we did. Then tonight we were both swimming at my friend Diana's house (Keri pretty much follows me around where ever I go) and we played bags against Diana and Steve aka O'D's vs the World again. And we won, naturally. I'm almost positive we would have beat France in the World Cup, if given the chance. And yes I do realize I'm bragging about winning Flippy Cup and bags, but its hard not to when you're this awesome. I'm so glad I don't have a lack of self-esteem.
I'm still in Weight Watchers and slowly but surely the fat is coming off. I've lost 10 pounds so far and though I still have a ways to go, the motivation of my jeans fitting is almost too much for me to handle. WHO KNEW THEY WERE ACTUALLY SUPPOSED TO BE COMFORTABLE? I am finally beginning to understand why people wear them willingly when you could be wearing sweatpants instead. I mean don't get me wrong, I'll still never do that, but it's nice to know I have the option now.
Earlier tonight Keri asked if I "had any designs on Steve". Apparently that meant "do you like him". Have designs? What the fuck is that. I think she made it up, but she insists she didn't. Has anyone ever heard that saying? Even if you have, just say no anyways so she feels stupid. I feel better about myself when putting people down, so help me out here.
There's a Woody Guthrie documentary on PBS this Wednesday. Woody was Bobby D's inspiration and hero, therefore making him my inspiration and hero also. I mean I don't REALLY aspire to trapise about the country writing folk songs about America and politics, rough it during the Depression, be buddies with Pete Seeger, have a son named Arlo and die of Huntington's disease, but if that's the way things work out I'm down. This land is your land, bitches.
Monday, June 26, 2006
Never Smile At A Crocodile
I have the internet in my room now. Hurrah.
The White Sox. They have the second best record in baseball, behind the Detroit Tigers. Who also happen to be in our division. Goddamnit. Everytime we win, they win and everytime they lose, we lose. Well except for tonight, though we did give a valiant effort, coming back from a 8 run deficit to go into extra innings, and then losing in the 13th. I went to two games this week, versuses the Cards and Astros, and they were both awesome games. Last season if you wanted to go to the game, you just went to the ballpark and bought tickets there. This year you actually have to plan it out ahead of time. What is that about? I mean I love the whole World Series thing, but $25 for parking now? Jesus Christ. It's a good thing I like you guys.
I didn't get to go to Blues Fest because I was as sick as a beast that weekend. I hardly ever get sick like that, and the one weekend I do I miss one of my favorite events of the summer. Stupid fucking fevers and swollen lymph nodes.
The Chicago Public Library by me sucks, so I go to one of the suburbs, Alsip, and use their library. Only they have to make it as difficult as possible for a non-suburbanite to get a goddamn library card for there. I had to get a new Chicago one first, which literally took 3 seconds, then go to Alsip, fill out a form and then wait "3 to 4 weeks." Jesus Christ, for a library card? I JUST WANT TO READ. I've been buying a lot of books lately, and I can't afford it anymore. Of course I could have avoided this if I hadn't let my old Alsip card expire like 3 years ago, but I'm getting ansty. It's been at least four weeks now. GIVE ME THE GODDAMN CARD ALSIP.
One of the days last week I was sick, I vowed that I wouldn't go to the bar for an entire week. I come up with a lot of good ideas each night when I'm going to sleep, like I'm going to stop smoking, start running and become anorexic, but I actually wanted to follow through with it to see if it made a difference in my weight. And good lord, did it ever. I know, right? Who would have thought that beer had an effect on your weight. I totally gained weight in college, but now I'm wondering why I don't weigh 350 pounds.
Obsessive song of the week: Crazy by Gnarles Barkley. They're going to be at Lollapalooza too. Living in Chicago is a delight.
It's been a really good summer so far. Good times at the bar with friends, watching the Sox win (almost) every day, my new sweetass Mark Buerhle t-shirt, not starting work until 11:00 each day this week, my gaucho pants that I practically live in because who needs jeans, but when I do wear the jeans they're a tad bit looser, seeing my favorite bar band this past Friday and getting their website so I can now stalk them on a weekly basis, getting to go to the bar with my sister and being back on the Southside where the guys are so much cuter and less obsessed with their looks than the guys in DeKalb. I win and you lose, bitches.
The White Sox. They have the second best record in baseball, behind the Detroit Tigers. Who also happen to be in our division. Goddamnit. Everytime we win, they win and everytime they lose, we lose. Well except for tonight, though we did give a valiant effort, coming back from a 8 run deficit to go into extra innings, and then losing in the 13th. I went to two games this week, versuses the Cards and Astros, and they were both awesome games. Last season if you wanted to go to the game, you just went to the ballpark and bought tickets there. This year you actually have to plan it out ahead of time. What is that about? I mean I love the whole World Series thing, but $25 for parking now? Jesus Christ. It's a good thing I like you guys.
I didn't get to go to Blues Fest because I was as sick as a beast that weekend. I hardly ever get sick like that, and the one weekend I do I miss one of my favorite events of the summer. Stupid fucking fevers and swollen lymph nodes.
The Chicago Public Library by me sucks, so I go to one of the suburbs, Alsip, and use their library. Only they have to make it as difficult as possible for a non-suburbanite to get a goddamn library card for there. I had to get a new Chicago one first, which literally took 3 seconds, then go to Alsip, fill out a form and then wait "3 to 4 weeks." Jesus Christ, for a library card? I JUST WANT TO READ. I've been buying a lot of books lately, and I can't afford it anymore. Of course I could have avoided this if I hadn't let my old Alsip card expire like 3 years ago, but I'm getting ansty. It's been at least four weeks now. GIVE ME THE GODDAMN CARD ALSIP.
One of the days last week I was sick, I vowed that I wouldn't go to the bar for an entire week. I come up with a lot of good ideas each night when I'm going to sleep, like I'm going to stop smoking, start running and become anorexic, but I actually wanted to follow through with it to see if it made a difference in my weight. And good lord, did it ever. I know, right? Who would have thought that beer had an effect on your weight. I totally gained weight in college, but now I'm wondering why I don't weigh 350 pounds.
Obsessive song of the week: Crazy by Gnarles Barkley. They're going to be at Lollapalooza too. Living in Chicago is a delight.
It's been a really good summer so far. Good times at the bar with friends, watching the Sox win (almost) every day, my new sweetass Mark Buerhle t-shirt, not starting work until 11:00 each day this week, my gaucho pants that I practically live in because who needs jeans, but when I do wear the jeans they're a tad bit looser, seeing my favorite bar band this past Friday and getting their website so I can now stalk them on a weekly basis, getting to go to the bar with my sister and being back on the Southside where the guys are so much cuter and less obsessed with their looks than the guys in DeKalb. I win and you lose, bitches.
Tuesday, June 06, 2006
From The Eastern Seaboard, The Land-Locked Midwest, The Keys, The Alps, The Black Hills, And Budapest
1. My graduation party was on Saturday and I'm glad to say it was an awesome party. Playing flippy cup with my friends, dad, uncles and 10 year old cousins, 12 cases of beer, a dance party that ended at 5 as the sun was coming up, enough leftovers to feed a small army, nice weather and everyone giving me cards that had checks in them made for a good time.
2. I just got overly excited that Mariah Carey's Dream Lover came on my iPod. This song reminds me of being in fourth grade, my best friend Megan and the swimming pool both of our families belonged to back them. Oh the memories.
3. I am obsessed with the Raconteur's album Broken Boy Solider. Each song I listen to is my favorite, until the next song comes on, and then that one's my favorite. The last cd I was obsessed with this much was the Postal Service's Give Up and that was about a year and a half ago. Even though this band is getting enough press as it is because Jack White's in it, it's mainly because IT'S THAT FUCKING GOOD. I feel the need to promote it as well, so go out and buy it. Holy shit I can't wait to see them at Lollapalooza in August.
4. Today I went back to DeKalb with my mom, dad and J.P to move the rest of my shit out. We needed to kill time until rush hour was over, so we went into some of the stores in town. I ended up buying a DVD at Best Buy (Bob Dylan's Dont Look Back), a shirt and pants at Old Navy and two books (The Curious Incident of the Dog at Night-Time and The Bell Jar) and a magazine just because Bob Dylan was on the cover. Budgeting? I have no idea what that word means. At least my mom couldn't yell at me, because she did the same thing, only she bought fake flowers at Michael's and hand soap on sale at Bath and Body Works. I'm pretty sure I'm my mother's daughter most of the time, but other times, I'm not so sure.
5. GRAY HAIR. Why do some people have to have GRAY HAIR.
6. My best friend Megan came in for the party Saturday and brought me a present. Inside the bag was a White Sox Uno card game, and a Us Weekly magazine that had Angelina on the cover and was "ALL ABOUT BABY!", along with balloons to put in front of the house. It's weird to realize how well someone can know you, that they know how much joy a stupid trash magazine will bring you. Having a best friend is awesome.
7. I think my left ear is smaller than my right ear because the headphone thingy won't stay in it. Someone get me a custom made headphone, pronto. Ok, last thing about the iPod. I hate listening to it when I go have a cigarette at night by myself because I feel like I'm not "aware of my surroundings" (god that sounds like I'm afraid of being raped in my backyard or something). But apparently when Rufus Wainwright comes on when I'm out there, I just dance by myself. I hope all my neighbors were all asleep.
8. The Blues Fest is this weekend and I'm fuck ass excited about it. Even though there aren't any big names this year, it'll still be fun sitting around drinking listening to good music. Hot time, summer in the city. I love Chicago.
9. I joined Weight Watchers on Thursday, and did good on the point system for one day. This week was not a good week to join, but I SWEAR I'm getting back on track tomorrow. I'm not fucking wasting $11 a week to get fatter. And plus the next time my 12 year old cousin tells me I "got fat" I'm going to fucking punch him in the face. Or start crying to my mom and Megan when I get drunk later that night, same thing.
10. Stupid 10th subject. I can't think of anything else to write, and Jenn's being no help. You'd think between a whitey and a mexi we could think of something, but apparently not. All I know is I'm missing Cheap Seats talking about an old Spelling Bee Championship, so I'm going back upstairs. Stay out of the alleys, bitches.
2. I just got overly excited that Mariah Carey's Dream Lover came on my iPod. This song reminds me of being in fourth grade, my best friend Megan and the swimming pool both of our families belonged to back them. Oh the memories.
3. I am obsessed with the Raconteur's album Broken Boy Solider. Each song I listen to is my favorite, until the next song comes on, and then that one's my favorite. The last cd I was obsessed with this much was the Postal Service's Give Up and that was about a year and a half ago. Even though this band is getting enough press as it is because Jack White's in it, it's mainly because IT'S THAT FUCKING GOOD. I feel the need to promote it as well, so go out and buy it. Holy shit I can't wait to see them at Lollapalooza in August.
4. Today I went back to DeKalb with my mom, dad and J.P to move the rest of my shit out. We needed to kill time until rush hour was over, so we went into some of the stores in town. I ended up buying a DVD at Best Buy (Bob Dylan's Dont Look Back), a shirt and pants at Old Navy and two books (The Curious Incident of the Dog at Night-Time and The Bell Jar) and a magazine just because Bob Dylan was on the cover. Budgeting? I have no idea what that word means. At least my mom couldn't yell at me, because she did the same thing, only she bought fake flowers at Michael's and hand soap on sale at Bath and Body Works. I'm pretty sure I'm my mother's daughter most of the time, but other times, I'm not so sure.
5. GRAY HAIR. Why do some people have to have GRAY HAIR.
6. My best friend Megan came in for the party Saturday and brought me a present. Inside the bag was a White Sox Uno card game, and a Us Weekly magazine that had Angelina on the cover and was "ALL ABOUT BABY!", along with balloons to put in front of the house. It's weird to realize how well someone can know you, that they know how much joy a stupid trash magazine will bring you. Having a best friend is awesome.
7. I think my left ear is smaller than my right ear because the headphone thingy won't stay in it. Someone get me a custom made headphone, pronto. Ok, last thing about the iPod. I hate listening to it when I go have a cigarette at night by myself because I feel like I'm not "aware of my surroundings" (god that sounds like I'm afraid of being raped in my backyard or something). But apparently when Rufus Wainwright comes on when I'm out there, I just dance by myself. I hope all my neighbors were all asleep.
8. The Blues Fest is this weekend and I'm fuck ass excited about it. Even though there aren't any big names this year, it'll still be fun sitting around drinking listening to good music. Hot time, summer in the city. I love Chicago.
9. I joined Weight Watchers on Thursday, and did good on the point system for one day. This week was not a good week to join, but I SWEAR I'm getting back on track tomorrow. I'm not fucking wasting $11 a week to get fatter. And plus the next time my 12 year old cousin tells me I "got fat" I'm going to fucking punch him in the face. Or start crying to my mom and Megan when I get drunk later that night, same thing.
10. Stupid 10th subject. I can't think of anything else to write, and Jenn's being no help. You'd think between a whitey and a mexi we could think of something, but apparently not. All I know is I'm missing Cheap Seats talking about an old Spelling Bee Championship, so I'm going back upstairs. Stay out of the alleys, bitches.
Tuesday, May 30, 2006
Annoyed, My Brother Is A Bastard, Accents, Laziness, Shiloh
My brother burned me a cd I just bought him for his birthday (yeah it was January 14th, get off my back about it J), The Ranconteurs' Broken Boy Solider, and because it's burned it doesn't have the song titles on it when I play it on the computer. This is thouroghly annoying the shit out of me right now. Yeah I know I could look it up but I don't want to.
Speaking of my brother, I had this conversation with him about 2 hours ago.
J.P: Whad you have to eat?
Me: Christ where do I start... some ice cream, cantaloupe, strawberries....you could make a sandwich, there's lunchmeat in there.
J: I know, but I don't like turkey.
M: Are you serious? There's leftover baked beans in there, or you could have a bowl of cereal....oh my god I sound like Mom. DON'T EVER DO THAT TO ME AGAIN.
J: Cause you're getting so old.
M: Fuck you.
I don't know which I was madder about, me realizing I sounded exactly like my mom rattling off all the things to eat in the fridge or being accused of being old. We'll see how my being old comes into handy for you the next time you ask me to buy you beer. MUUUUUUULTI-TASKING.
Last Tuesday at the bar I met a guy, Patrick, from Northern Ireland. I love accents of any kind, especially Irish ones, but I could not understand a goddamn word that came out of his mouth. I must have asked him to repeat everything at least 3 times, and even then I wouldn't understand and would kind of do a half smile and nod or laugh, while thinking "please for the love of god I hope you're not asking me 'What do you do' or 'how old are you?'. I thought maybe it was just because we were drunk, but no, on the phone it was even worse. It made me wonder if I was the idiot (the answer was of course) because he never asked me to repeat anything 64 times. Or maybe he just wasn't listening anyways, but bottom line: I like the accent as long as it doesn't give me a panic attack even thinking about having a conversation with you.
My graduation party is this coming Saturday and I am dreading answering "So what are you going to do now?" 359 times because I'M NOT DOING ANYTHING. Yeah I have a job for the moment back at the UPS Store, but I feel like a giantass loser saying that, which is totally justified because saying you're back at the place you worked at in high school makes you feel pretty small. I can't even bitch though, because it's my fault, and I totally realize that, but wah wah it's still annoying. Maybe a normal person would use that was motivation, but not me. I'm still waiting for that perfect job to fall into my lap without me doing any work to get it. God, who would have thought it would be taking this long.
ANGELINA AND BRAD FINALLY HAD THE BABY. It's sad how complete my life is now.
Speaking of my brother, I had this conversation with him about 2 hours ago.
J.P: Whad you have to eat?
Me: Christ where do I start... some ice cream, cantaloupe, strawberries....you could make a sandwich, there's lunchmeat in there.
J: I know, but I don't like turkey.
M: Are you serious? There's leftover baked beans in there, or you could have a bowl of cereal....oh my god I sound like Mom. DON'T EVER DO THAT TO ME AGAIN.
J: Cause you're getting so old.
M: Fuck you.
I don't know which I was madder about, me realizing I sounded exactly like my mom rattling off all the things to eat in the fridge or being accused of being old. We'll see how my being old comes into handy for you the next time you ask me to buy you beer. MUUUUUUULTI-TASKING.
Last Tuesday at the bar I met a guy, Patrick, from Northern Ireland. I love accents of any kind, especially Irish ones, but I could not understand a goddamn word that came out of his mouth. I must have asked him to repeat everything at least 3 times, and even then I wouldn't understand and would kind of do a half smile and nod or laugh, while thinking "please for the love of god I hope you're not asking me 'What do you do' or 'how old are you?'. I thought maybe it was just because we were drunk, but no, on the phone it was even worse. It made me wonder if I was the idiot (the answer was of course) because he never asked me to repeat anything 64 times. Or maybe he just wasn't listening anyways, but bottom line: I like the accent as long as it doesn't give me a panic attack even thinking about having a conversation with you.
My graduation party is this coming Saturday and I am dreading answering "So what are you going to do now?" 359 times because I'M NOT DOING ANYTHING. Yeah I have a job for the moment back at the UPS Store, but I feel like a giantass loser saying that, which is totally justified because saying you're back at the place you worked at in high school makes you feel pretty small. I can't even bitch though, because it's my fault, and I totally realize that, but wah wah it's still annoying. Maybe a normal person would use that was motivation, but not me. I'm still waiting for that perfect job to fall into my lap without me doing any work to get it. God, who would have thought it would be taking this long.
ANGELINA AND BRAD FINALLY HAD THE BABY. It's sad how complete my life is now.
Tuesday, May 23, 2006
Baseball Jargon No One Will Care About
Today the White Sox played the Oakland A's and it was the first time Frank Thomas was going to be back at Comiskey Park as an opposing player, after being on the Sox for his first 16 years. I was honestly worried (I'm queer) about how the Sox fans at the park were going to react to him, whether they would boo or cheer him. A couple weeks ago the Sox's Big Hurt replacement, Jim Thome, played in Cleveland for the first time since he was traded from there to the Phillies and the crowd booed him, and it sucked to watch because he's a good guy who never said anything bad about the team he played for 13 years for (Hawk, the Sox announcer said, "DJ, am I missing something here? Did Thome say something bad about this town when he left?" and my brother has made me repeat it about 54 times because it was funny and you totally had to be there nevermind). So anyways, Frank steps up to bat, and the whole stadium cheers and gives him a standing ovation with a million signs made saying "The House the Big Hurt Built" and other stupid shit like that, and it was awesome. He even took off his helmet and waved it to the crowd to acknowledge all the cheering, which I loved. I don't know why I was so worried, but what they did in the stadium was going to reflect every other Sox fan, and I didn't want us to be known as a group of douche bags. I was a little pissed at Frank (we're on a first name basis) when he left because he didn't really leave on a high note, and that made me sad because he was my favorite player for the longest time growing up. I'm totally going on too long about this, but bottom line, I was proud to be a Sox fan today. They might have booed him later, but that's only because he hit 2 home runs and a single, so it was warrented. Bastard. Sox fans - we love you until you almost make us lose, but then when we come back in the 10th inning because of a Pablo Ozuna bunt, we still love you. Not to get specific or anything. Go Sox.
Thursday, May 18, 2006
B-Sides
1. My IPod is delightful. The love of my life. Probably the best thing that's ever happened to me. I have conversations while listening to it, Keri and I go outside and have a cigarette sharing the earphones (c'mon, you gotta when "A Whole New World" or Rufus singing "Somewhere Over the Rainbow" comes on), while reading my new book and pretty much everywhere else. I mean I knew it was going to be awesome but not THIS AWESOME. God I'm obsessed.
2. Holy shit, I just realized the enter key works now. Plus we have a new computer at home with a CABLE CONNECTION. But most importantly THE ENTER KEY WORKS. I just got unnessecarily excited.
3. So I graduated on Saturday, but didn't find out my grades until today, and was seriously worried about failing two of my classes, especially Anthropology. I was trying to prep my parents about that happening, but praise the lord, that wasn't even nessecary. I got a D, and immediatley called my dad and mom to give them the good news. It probably would have been better if either of them had picked up. I've never been prouder of a D and I'm not ashamed to admit it(I got a B in Bowling, I know you're all curious). I was more excited today after seeing my grades than I was Saturday. Okay not really, but now I feel like I can REALLY celebrate.
4. My birthday was pretty good too, Thursday night was fun, it being kind of the last hurrah with my friends at NIU. Then Keri and I were party animals and stayed in and drank a little on Friday (shut up, I had to be up at 6:30) with my brother and mom too, who if you're wondering "is not a fan of Keystone". Sorry I didn't splurge on some Natty Light like J.P did when you drank with him at his frat ( yeah I said it. FRAT) last week. We can't all be ballas.
5. I've been home for 4 days and already I want to assasinate my mom. Today she walked into the kitchen and said to my brother, "COULD YOU HAVE ANYMORE CABINET DOORS OPEN?" I mean, I can't believe he has no idea how expensive or dangerous open cabinet doors are. SOMEBODY COULD POKE THEIR EYE OUT. Worst of all, there's no light at the end of the tunnel this time. I'm probably home for at least a year, which I'm thinking is the minimun and it better be the maximun too. For the sake of my mom's livelihood. And my sanity.
6. I haven't quit smoking yet but I'm working on it. My friend Diana however claims to have quit, but bummed 6 from me last night. That is not how it works. Just because you're too cheap to support your habit does not mean I have to start picking up the tab. I don't know if she thinks this is going to happen all summer, but it is not. It most definitley is not.
7. I was just listening to my ipod (surprise!) and talking to Jenn at the same time and that audioblog she did of me talking when I was drunk forever ago came on. I have no idea how it got on my ipod or even how to get rid of it. Holy shit that was weird. And the timing too. Crazy man.
8. Emily's mom and stepdad gave me a $25 gift certificate to Border's for graduation, which was the perfect present for me. I ended up getting two books (The Red Tent and My Sister's Keeper, if you care, which I know you don't) but while there the book The Kite Runner by Khaled Hosseini was everywhere. I read it in December and now it's probably one of my favorite books ever. I have a lot of favorite books, but for some reason, just seeing it made me wish I had never read it so I could enjoy it and love it all over again for the first time. That sounds weird (and kind of creepy) but it was a fucking good book. I've felt this way about other books, but never as much with this one. And I'm going to stop now. But read The Kite Runner before I kill you.
9. Starting November 13th I owe the government $16,000. It wasn't as bad as I thought it would be, I was expecting $20,000. Because $16,000 is totally chump change.
10. Dude, I'm a 22 year old college gradaute. It was a good weekend.
2. Holy shit, I just realized the enter key works now. Plus we have a new computer at home with a CABLE CONNECTION. But most importantly THE ENTER KEY WORKS. I just got unnessecarily excited.
3. So I graduated on Saturday, but didn't find out my grades until today, and was seriously worried about failing two of my classes, especially Anthropology. I was trying to prep my parents about that happening, but praise the lord, that wasn't even nessecary. I got a D, and immediatley called my dad and mom to give them the good news. It probably would have been better if either of them had picked up. I've never been prouder of a D and I'm not ashamed to admit it(I got a B in Bowling, I know you're all curious). I was more excited today after seeing my grades than I was Saturday. Okay not really, but now I feel like I can REALLY celebrate.
4. My birthday was pretty good too, Thursday night was fun, it being kind of the last hurrah with my friends at NIU. Then Keri and I were party animals and stayed in and drank a little on Friday (shut up, I had to be up at 6:30) with my brother and mom too, who if you're wondering "is not a fan of Keystone". Sorry I didn't splurge on some Natty Light like J.P did when you drank with him at his frat ( yeah I said it. FRAT) last week. We can't all be ballas.
5. I've been home for 4 days and already I want to assasinate my mom. Today she walked into the kitchen and said to my brother, "COULD YOU HAVE ANYMORE CABINET DOORS OPEN?" I mean, I can't believe he has no idea how expensive or dangerous open cabinet doors are. SOMEBODY COULD POKE THEIR EYE OUT. Worst of all, there's no light at the end of the tunnel this time. I'm probably home for at least a year, which I'm thinking is the minimun and it better be the maximun too. For the sake of my mom's livelihood. And my sanity.
6. I haven't quit smoking yet but I'm working on it. My friend Diana however claims to have quit, but bummed 6 from me last night. That is not how it works. Just because you're too cheap to support your habit does not mean I have to start picking up the tab. I don't know if she thinks this is going to happen all summer, but it is not. It most definitley is not.
7. I was just listening to my ipod (surprise!) and talking to Jenn at the same time and that audioblog she did of me talking when I was drunk forever ago came on. I have no idea how it got on my ipod or even how to get rid of it. Holy shit that was weird. And the timing too. Crazy man.
8. Emily's mom and stepdad gave me a $25 gift certificate to Border's for graduation, which was the perfect present for me. I ended up getting two books (The Red Tent and My Sister's Keeper, if you care, which I know you don't) but while there the book The Kite Runner by Khaled Hosseini was everywhere. I read it in December and now it's probably one of my favorite books ever. I have a lot of favorite books, but for some reason, just seeing it made me wish I had never read it so I could enjoy it and love it all over again for the first time. That sounds weird (and kind of creepy) but it was a fucking good book. I've felt this way about other books, but never as much with this one. And I'm going to stop now. But read The Kite Runner before I kill you.
9. Starting November 13th I owe the government $16,000. It wasn't as bad as I thought it would be, I was expecting $20,000. Because $16,000 is totally chump change.
10. Dude, I'm a 22 year old college gradaute. It was a good weekend.
Wednesday, May 10, 2006
Monday, May 08, 2006
The One Where She Goes On and On and On and On
I've only used one pen all semester, I actually haven't lost it, no one borrowed it and never returned it, and it didn't run out of ink. I've thought about it all semester (I think about stupid shit), and wondered how long it was going to last. As I was in my last class of my college life Thursday afternoon, filling out the last teacher evaluation of my college life, the pen ran out of ink. Coincidence? I think not.
Thursday was the big night out here, since no one had classes Friday. I ended up losing my roommates in the crowded bar, but found my friends from my bowling class shortly after. A bunch of us when back to her place, in the complete opposite direction of my place, and I ended up sleeping over there on one of the couches. I never thought to call my roommates to tell them I wasn't coming home, because, well they're not my parents. I woke up in the morning to a voicemail from Carly and two text messages from Emily, asking where I was, I was worrying them, and to call them as soon as possible. This is going to sound queer, but to know that they were both so worried about me made me realize I have the best roommates. And to think that we randomly found Carly to live through an ad in the newspaper. A random roommate from freshman year and a random newspaper ad-answerer were now people that worried about me when I didn't come home. How sweet it is to be loved by you.
Emily and I have drank a lot this past week (and not one sleep-walking episode!), every day except for Wednesday. As she put it, "I'm finally the roommate you always wanted." It only took you four years.
On Friday I saw my friend Susan at the bar, and she asked me old I was. I said 21, and she goes, "Oh, I want to introduce you to my cousin, he's 30 years old." Jesus, how old did you think I was Susan? I mean, not like 30's THAT old, but still. So him and I were talking, and I asked if he was a Cubs or Sox fan, and he gave some bullshit that he's a "Chicago fan", not that into baseball, football is his thing. He asked me, and I said Sox (Southsiiiiide reprsent) and that the game today made me angry, we came so close in the 9th, but then ended up losing and I "didn't want to talk about it." The way I said it, I was totally kidding, but Susan told me later he thought he blew his chances with me because I said that. Then I realized that maybe people do take seriously what I say and that I should be careful so I don't come off bitchy, but c'mon. He was shorter than me anways.
My mom told me they made the invitations for my party the other day, and they put a picture of me on my first day of kindergarden on it. Thanks mom. I was telling her how I have a take home final due Tuesday, and I haven't read either of the three books for it. She says, "Geez Kate, you gotta get your act together, you can't be waiting til the last second to do all this stuff." It's a little too late for the stop-procrastinating spchel (is that a word? I totally spelled it wrong, what now) Mom. I've gotten through 16 years of school just fine. Things ain't gonna change the last week.
Conan starts his Chicago shows tomorrow and I still never got tickets. Stupid bastard.
I'm totally going to Lollapalooza this summer with Keri to see the Frames and a shitload of other bands. And if Bill goes, I get to meet him and make Jenn totally jealous. I'm also going to this thing called Summer Camp with some friends from home over Memorial Day weekend. Finding out they would have showers was the selling point for me because no way am I going camping for four days without showering. I wasn't going to go to save money for Lollapalooza, but then my friends threatened to never talk to me again, so I guess I have no other choice.
I'll stop now regalling (is that the right word? probably not) you all with lame ass stories and start studying. Lastly though, some things people have searched for and found my blog through: "little sister bigger boobs" (please contact me, person - we can share the same sob story), "girl give me your phone no i want to fuck you" (I don't even want to ask), "a clockwork orange symbolism milk" (sorry, don't know how to help you out there), "I want someone to rub my feet" (no) and "i want the world of hurray potter" (twice no less, and that is not as typo. sorry, never heard of 'hurray' potter).
This week I turn 22 and graduate college all within 24 hours. Jesus christ, somebody get me a Xanax.
Thursday was the big night out here, since no one had classes Friday. I ended up losing my roommates in the crowded bar, but found my friends from my bowling class shortly after. A bunch of us when back to her place, in the complete opposite direction of my place, and I ended up sleeping over there on one of the couches. I never thought to call my roommates to tell them I wasn't coming home, because, well they're not my parents. I woke up in the morning to a voicemail from Carly and two text messages from Emily, asking where I was, I was worrying them, and to call them as soon as possible. This is going to sound queer, but to know that they were both so worried about me made me realize I have the best roommates. And to think that we randomly found Carly to live through an ad in the newspaper. A random roommate from freshman year and a random newspaper ad-answerer were now people that worried about me when I didn't come home. How sweet it is to be loved by you.
Emily and I have drank a lot this past week (and not one sleep-walking episode!), every day except for Wednesday. As she put it, "I'm finally the roommate you always wanted." It only took you four years.
On Friday I saw my friend Susan at the bar, and she asked me old I was. I said 21, and she goes, "Oh, I want to introduce you to my cousin, he's 30 years old." Jesus, how old did you think I was Susan? I mean, not like 30's THAT old, but still. So him and I were talking, and I asked if he was a Cubs or Sox fan, and he gave some bullshit that he's a "Chicago fan", not that into baseball, football is his thing. He asked me, and I said Sox (Southsiiiiide reprsent) and that the game today made me angry, we came so close in the 9th, but then ended up losing and I "didn't want to talk about it." The way I said it, I was totally kidding, but Susan told me later he thought he blew his chances with me because I said that. Then I realized that maybe people do take seriously what I say and that I should be careful so I don't come off bitchy, but c'mon. He was shorter than me anways.
My mom told me they made the invitations for my party the other day, and they put a picture of me on my first day of kindergarden on it. Thanks mom. I was telling her how I have a take home final due Tuesday, and I haven't read either of the three books for it. She says, "Geez Kate, you gotta get your act together, you can't be waiting til the last second to do all this stuff." It's a little too late for the stop-procrastinating spchel (is that a word? I totally spelled it wrong, what now) Mom. I've gotten through 16 years of school just fine. Things ain't gonna change the last week.
Conan starts his Chicago shows tomorrow and I still never got tickets. Stupid bastard.
I'm totally going to Lollapalooza this summer with Keri to see the Frames and a shitload of other bands. And if Bill goes, I get to meet him and make Jenn totally jealous. I'm also going to this thing called Summer Camp with some friends from home over Memorial Day weekend. Finding out they would have showers was the selling point for me because no way am I going camping for four days without showering. I wasn't going to go to save money for Lollapalooza, but then my friends threatened to never talk to me again, so I guess I have no other choice.
I'll stop now regalling (is that the right word? probably not) you all with lame ass stories and start studying. Lastly though, some things people have searched for and found my blog through: "little sister bigger boobs" (please contact me, person - we can share the same sob story), "girl give me your phone no i want to fuck you" (I don't even want to ask), "a clockwork orange symbolism milk" (sorry, don't know how to help you out there), "I want someone to rub my feet" (no) and "i want the world of hurray potter" (twice no less, and that is not as typo. sorry, never heard of 'hurray' potter).
This week I turn 22 and graduate college all within 24 hours. Jesus christ, somebody get me a Xanax.
Friday, April 28, 2006
I'm Just Consistently Inconsistent
1. I went to Subway today, to spend $5 I should have been saving for Great America because I was hungry and wanted a goddamn 6 inch BLT on wheat. As I went to pay, I handed her my debit card, and she just stood there with it for 30 seconds, because another worker was on the phone trying to get the machine you swipe it through fixed. I would have offered cash, but I didn't have any, so after 30 seconds she goes, "Just take it, the machines broken." Fuck yes, I got a free Subway meal today, and so did the girl behind me. After us they put a sign on the window, saying they're not accepting debit until it was fixed. I couldn't have picked a better three minute time span to go to Subway.
2. Keri's phone broke last weekend during a tough obstacle course in Beer Olympics. She claims it doesn't bother her she can't get a new phone until my parents come back from vacation next Monday (their 54rd vacation in the past six months by the way), like she's so much cooler than everyone else who depends on their cellphone. We bow down to you, Kerianne, she-who-can-live-without-her-phone-for-two-weeks-and-claim-shes's-a-ok-with-it. Liar. I really don't care how you feel about it, WHAT ABOUT ME? God, now I have no one to text message when I watch Supernanny. You heartless bitch.
3. HOW DOES THE SHUFFLE BUTTON ON KAZAA WORK? For the love of god, why is it so complicated.
4. I'm going to Great America tomorrow, with Emily, Stephanie and her boyfriend Sean. Opening day actually isn't until Saturday, she got promotional tickets for half the price some magical way, so there'll only be like 3,000 people there. This means no hour waits outside the rollercoasters, ohhhhh yeaaaaaaah. That's my Macho Man Randy Savage impersonation.
5. Emily had a Mary Kay party on Sunday (no, she's not 45) and it was actually a good time. We basically got drunk on Margaret and put on makeup. Who knew foundation was so magical and why am I just discovering this now?
6. I have one week of classes left and then finals. I'm excited in one sense to be done with classes, but that means I have a shitload of shit to do in these next two shitty weeks. I've only gone to 5 classes this week, but goddamnit, I didn't miss bowling and Kurt, prepare to congratulate me - I broke my highest score of 113 and bowled a 115. It was just a freak accident though, my next game was a 75. I think I'm probably the only person to take a bowling class and consistently get worse.
7. My 18 year old cousin Kathleen stayed here last night, with two friends because they were going to a concert here and didn't want to drive home afterwards. She's a cute girl, but we don't really see each other enough because she lives an hour away from me at home, so it was cool that she got to come here, even if she did only give me an hours warning. She had given me money to get vodka for them, but then they didn't want it anymore since they had to leave at 7 am this morning. I put her $20 on the dresser, and told her as she was leaving. In a really over excited voice she goes, "Oh cool, thanks so much Kate!" Um, I didn't just give you a $20, I was just returning the $20 you gave me but didn't spend. This story is definitley not translating well, but I already typed it out so you're stuck with it. Suckers.
8. I work with this kid Ron at the library, who is super nice, but annoys the fuck out of me because he still asks me the stupidest questions, even though he's worked there for 3 months. Today I was sitting at the desk, my back to him, who was sitting at the table. He called my name, I turned around, and he asked, "Do you want some of this milk?" It was one of those little cartons of milk. Who the fuck shares milk? I know he was just trying to be nice, but really Ron, you don't have to share everything with me. Especially not your milk. It's not even like I was staring lustily at his carton of milk either. I wouldn't have even know he was drinking it had he not made me turn around. I don't know what I was expecting out of the same kid who said he "saw me doing my workout." It's called walking to class Ron. "Me" and "working out" don't belong in the same sentence anyways.
9. Speaking of working out, or lack thereof, in my KNPE class we had journals due today, that were supposed to keep track of our workout schedules. Working out doesn't seem so bad when you just make it up. I have to run the 1.5 mile again Tuesday. That I can't make up.
10. Right now the best song in the world is Intimate Secretary by the Ranconteurs. Don't debate me.
Tuesday, April 25, 2006
I'm A Million Different People From One Day To The Next
Waking up to a good song on the radio makes it so much easier to get up.
Tuesday, April 18, 2006
Good News
1. I found my graduation dress at the VERY FIRST store I looked in.
2. The Sox are back on track after a semi-shitty start, winning 6 out of their last 7 games.
3. Bible Night was a success. Read about it here.
4. I have three boxes of Crispix.
5. New Gilmore Girls episode tomorrow. Hells yeah bitches.
6. Keri successfully snuck into the bar for her friend's birthday on Thursday.
7. I lost my purse that same night, but Keri is a miracle worker and got it back the next day. Nothing was taken out of it either. Jesus loves me, this I know.
8. I only have three weeks of classes left.
9. I'm going to Six Flags Great America next Friday.
10. I don't have work this weekend.
11. I'm getting an IPod for my birthday/graduation.
12. I went to all of my classes in one day for the first time in three weeks.
13. I have someone I can call about a job when I graduate.
14. Did I mention I got my dress in the first store? Goddamnit I'm awesome.
2. The Sox are back on track after a semi-shitty start, winning 6 out of their last 7 games.
3. Bible Night was a success. Read about it here.
4. I have three boxes of Crispix.
5. New Gilmore Girls episode tomorrow. Hells yeah bitches.
6. Keri successfully snuck into the bar for her friend's birthday on Thursday.
7. I lost my purse that same night, but Keri is a miracle worker and got it back the next day. Nothing was taken out of it either. Jesus loves me, this I know.
8. I only have three weeks of classes left.
9. I'm going to Six Flags Great America next Friday.
10. I don't have work this weekend.
11. I'm getting an IPod for my birthday/graduation.
12. I went to all of my classes in one day for the first time in three weeks.
13. I have someone I can call about a job when I graduate.
14. Did I mention I got my dress in the first store? Goddamnit I'm awesome.
Wednesday, April 12, 2006
Now I'm Going To Go Have A Cigarette And Beer In The Thunderstorm
1. Conan O'Brien is coming to Chicago in May, and I applied for tickets the minute he announced how to get them. I still haven't heard anything back and its been about 3 weeks. It couldn't possibly be any worse timing, it being finals/birthday/graduation week, but if I could see Conan on my birthday, I could die happy. Conan, give me tickets, for the love of god. Please.
2. Tomorrow at the library we have a Student Appreciation Party. They show their appreciation by giving us free pizza. "Free pizza" is probably the best two-word combinations in the world, after "free beer". I love my job. Nowhere else would I get paid to read the newspaper, do my homework and drink on Thursday nights. Why can't I just be a library liason for the rest of my life.
3. I think Spring is here, for good. I don't want to jinx it, but this week has been awesome out. This time of the year is the best - people have been stuck inside since November, so the minute it hits 50 degrees, everyone is wearing flip-flops and skirts, driving with their windows rolled down, blaring music. I love living in Chicago, because getting all four seasons really makes me appreciate the warm weather. I don't know if I could live somewhere were it was 80 degrees year round. Sometimes I talk about the weather too much, my roommates make fun of me because I tell them what the weathers going to be like according to my trusty Yahoo! each day, but goddamnit, SOMEONE needs to tell them when there's going to be a chance of PM showers.
4. Last night I had a dream ( I know, I KNOW trying to explain your dreams is stupid because they don't make sense and no one cares, but this will be short, promise) that I met Bob Dylan before a concert of his. Usually he's a pretty stand-offish guy (I totally know because I've met him, like, so many times) but in the dream we totally made out. I MADE OUT WITH BOB DYLAN IN MY DREAM. He gave me his autograph too, and was just the nicest guy in the entire world, joking around and what not. I woke up right after the dream, or so it seemed, and it put me in the best mood for the rest of the day. I've finally learned how to start my day off right: making out with aging rockstars.
5. J.P was jealous he missed out on Russian Night, so we're having Bible Night this Friday. My family is going to celebrate Good Friday by getting drunk and dancing to Michael Jackson. I can think of no other appropriate way to prepare for the rising of our Lord. My mom is going to be Goliath, my Dad is Judas for betraying us by having the firehouse Saturday morning, J.P is Ezekial, and Keri and I are Cain and Abel. Ker, I love you, but I'm going to have to kill you. No offense. Water shall be turned into wine this night, and christ on a crucifix (literally!), I'm excited about it.
6. Exactly a month from right now I'll be celebrating my 2x2nd (can I get a hoo-hah?) birthday. I can't really go out the night of the 12th because graduation is at 9:00 am on the 13th, which sucks ass. I don't even know how I'm going to be able to celebrate anyways, knowing that my life is coming to an end 24 hours later. Every couple of days Emily'll say, "Only 33 more days to graduation" and I'll cover my ears and say "LA LA LA LA LA" because jesus, IT'S COMING UP SO FAST AND I'M KIND OF FREAKING OUT.
7. Degree's Fresh Oxygen deodorant is my lifesaver and I want to marry it.
8. The History Channel has been doing this series called "10 Days that Unexpectedly Changed the World" this past week and I've been obsessed with it. The best so far have been the Battle at Antietam during the Civil War, the assassination of President McKinley, and the letter Einstein wrote to FDR encouraging him to make the atomic bomb. I don't know why it seems weird to me that Einstein was an actual person, who was alive not even 50 years ago. My parents were born before he died in 1955 - weird, yo. I always want to put him in Galileo or Newton's category, being dead for hundreds of years, but nope. Anyways, watch it for the rest of the week from 8-10 pm. Do it because I said so.
9. Last week I bowled a 65, 68 and 70 in class. Now do you see why I get excited about getting 111? It's cool though, cause Coach said I would pass the class anyways for being able to recognize and name Smokey Robinson and Martha Reeves. He just wanted to show off he had met them and had pictures, the senile bastard. Everyday in class he turns the music on, and always puts on some Mo-town and all at once, everyone in the class starts singing the words to My Girl and dancing. I feel like I'm bowling at Rydell High and even though I hate that movie, I love my bowling class and my 80 year old bowling "coach".
10. I'm skipping my classes Thursday and Friday in order to go home and visit Keri for the night before bringing her home Friday. It's going to be awesome because we're both broke and are supposed to go to the bar for her friend's birthday. I hope we go to that free bar where they give you the free drinks all night long for free. Those are my favorite bars. Hurray for Sister's Night.
2. Tomorrow at the library we have a Student Appreciation Party. They show their appreciation by giving us free pizza. "Free pizza" is probably the best two-word combinations in the world, after "free beer". I love my job. Nowhere else would I get paid to read the newspaper, do my homework and drink on Thursday nights. Why can't I just be a library liason for the rest of my life.
3. I think Spring is here, for good. I don't want to jinx it, but this week has been awesome out. This time of the year is the best - people have been stuck inside since November, so the minute it hits 50 degrees, everyone is wearing flip-flops and skirts, driving with their windows rolled down, blaring music. I love living in Chicago, because getting all four seasons really makes me appreciate the warm weather. I don't know if I could live somewhere were it was 80 degrees year round. Sometimes I talk about the weather too much, my roommates make fun of me because I tell them what the weathers going to be like according to my trusty Yahoo! each day, but goddamnit, SOMEONE needs to tell them when there's going to be a chance of PM showers.
4. Last night I had a dream ( I know, I KNOW trying to explain your dreams is stupid because they don't make sense and no one cares, but this will be short, promise) that I met Bob Dylan before a concert of his. Usually he's a pretty stand-offish guy (I totally know because I've met him, like, so many times) but in the dream we totally made out. I MADE OUT WITH BOB DYLAN IN MY DREAM. He gave me his autograph too, and was just the nicest guy in the entire world, joking around and what not. I woke up right after the dream, or so it seemed, and it put me in the best mood for the rest of the day. I've finally learned how to start my day off right: making out with aging rockstars.
5. J.P was jealous he missed out on Russian Night, so we're having Bible Night this Friday. My family is going to celebrate Good Friday by getting drunk and dancing to Michael Jackson. I can think of no other appropriate way to prepare for the rising of our Lord. My mom is going to be Goliath, my Dad is Judas for betraying us by having the firehouse Saturday morning, J.P is Ezekial, and Keri and I are Cain and Abel. Ker, I love you, but I'm going to have to kill you. No offense. Water shall be turned into wine this night, and christ on a crucifix (literally!), I'm excited about it.
6. Exactly a month from right now I'll be celebrating my 2x2nd (can I get a hoo-hah?) birthday. I can't really go out the night of the 12th because graduation is at 9:00 am on the 13th, which sucks ass. I don't even know how I'm going to be able to celebrate anyways, knowing that my life is coming to an end 24 hours later. Every couple of days Emily'll say, "Only 33 more days to graduation" and I'll cover my ears and say "LA LA LA LA LA" because jesus, IT'S COMING UP SO FAST AND I'M KIND OF FREAKING OUT.
7. Degree's Fresh Oxygen deodorant is my lifesaver and I want to marry it.
8. The History Channel has been doing this series called "10 Days that Unexpectedly Changed the World" this past week and I've been obsessed with it. The best so far have been the Battle at Antietam during the Civil War, the assassination of President McKinley, and the letter Einstein wrote to FDR encouraging him to make the atomic bomb. I don't know why it seems weird to me that Einstein was an actual person, who was alive not even 50 years ago. My parents were born before he died in 1955 - weird, yo. I always want to put him in Galileo or Newton's category, being dead for hundreds of years, but nope. Anyways, watch it for the rest of the week from 8-10 pm. Do it because I said so.
9. Last week I bowled a 65, 68 and 70 in class. Now do you see why I get excited about getting 111? It's cool though, cause Coach said I would pass the class anyways for being able to recognize and name Smokey Robinson and Martha Reeves. He just wanted to show off he had met them and had pictures, the senile bastard. Everyday in class he turns the music on, and always puts on some Mo-town and all at once, everyone in the class starts singing the words to My Girl and dancing. I feel like I'm bowling at Rydell High and even though I hate that movie, I love my bowling class and my 80 year old bowling "coach".
10. I'm skipping my classes Thursday and Friday in order to go home and visit Keri for the night before bringing her home Friday. It's going to be awesome because we're both broke and are supposed to go to the bar for her friend's birthday. I hope we go to that free bar where they give you the free drinks all night long for free. Those are my favorite bars. Hurray for Sister's Night.
Sunday, April 09, 2006
I Did This Instead Of Write My Paper
Here's a list of books. The titles in bold are books I've read.
The ones in italics are books I'd like to read.
The scored out ones are those I have no intention of ever reading ever in my lifetime.
The ones with a bold ? I've never even heard of.
Those with an asterisk are those I have on my bookshelf but are as yet unread by me.
The Da Vinci Code - Dan Brown Loved it.
The Catcher in the Rye - J.D. Salinger I'm glad read I read this in high school, when the teacher could explain everything to me. I was too slow to catch onto the symbolism by myself.
The Hitchhiker's Guide To The Galaxy - Douglas Adams
The Great Gatsby - F.Scott Fitzgerald Loved it, and the movie too. I have a crush on Sam Waterson.
To Kill a Mockingbird - Harper Lee So fucking good. I wanted my dad to be Atticus.
The Time Traveler's Wife - Audrey Niffenegger
His Dark Materials - Philip Pullman ?
Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince - J. K. Rowling Good lord, I sobbed at the end of this book. I don't think I've ever cried harder at a fictional character dying.
Life of Pi - Yann Martel
Animal Farm: A Fairy Story - George Orwell Didn't like it in high school, I should reread it.
Catch-22 - Joseph Heller
The Hobbit - J. R. R. Tolkien Never. Never ever ever. I read 5 pages one time and hated it.
The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Nighttime - Mark Haddon
Lord of the Flies - William Golding Started to one time, don't know why I never finished.
Pride and Prejudice - Jane Austen
1984 - George Orwell
Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban - J. K. Rowling I love all Harry Potter.
One Hundred Years of Solitude - Gabriel Garcia Marquez ?
Memoirs of a Geisha - Arthur Golden
The Kite Runner - Khaled Hosseini Really really REALLY good book. I couldn't put it down, finished it in 2 days.
The Lovely Bones - Alice Sebold Oh lordy, another one that made me sob. I think because it was partly about sisters, and I have a sister, blah blah but dear lord did I cry. Such a good book.
Slaughterhouse 5 - Kurt Vonnegut One of my favorite books. I've read it about 8 times, thanks to stealing it from my friend's brother.
Angels and Demons - Dan Brown Jenn won't get off my case about me not reading this yet. I'll get around to it, I swear. Get off my back, bitch.
Fight Club - Chuck Palahniuk I just read my first Palahniuk book, Survivor, and liked it, so I should read this one.
Neuromancer - William Gibson
Cryptonomicon - Neal Stephenson ?
The Secret History - Donna Tartt ?
A Clockwork Orange - Anthony Burgess
Wuthering Heights - Emily Bronte I've never read any of that British literature, like the Bronte sisters or Austen, I guess I was never in the right English classes in high school.
Brave New World - Aldous Huxley
The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe - C. S. Lewis
Middlesex - Jeffrey Eugenides I got this for my mom for her birthday (thanks to the comments on Ms Mac's blog when she did this) and conviently she let me read it first. I just finished it the other night and LOVED it.
Cloud Atlas - David Mitchell ?
The Lord of the Rings - J. R. R. Tolkien Never ever ever. I have absolutely no desire to read any Tolkien.
Jane Eyre - Charlotte Bronte
Good Omens - Terry Pratchett, Neil Gaiman ?
Atonement - Ian McEwan
The Old Man and the Sea - Ernest Hemingway I want to, but I don't know if it'll ever happen.
The Handmaid's Tale - Margaret Atwood
The Bell Jar - Sylvia Plath
Dune - Frank Herbert ?
Thanks to Ms Mac, cause I stole this from her and to Jenn who taught me how to dothis. But I hate people who do this and promise to never ever do this again.
The ones in italics are books I'd like to read.
The scored out ones are those I have no intention of ever reading ever in my lifetime.
The ones with a bold ? I've never even heard of.
Those with an asterisk are those I have on my bookshelf but are as yet unread by me.
The Da Vinci Code - Dan Brown Loved it.
The Catcher in the Rye - J.D. Salinger I'm glad read I read this in high school, when the teacher could explain everything to me. I was too slow to catch onto the symbolism by myself.
The Hitchhiker's Guide To The Galaxy - Douglas Adams
The Great Gatsby - F.Scott Fitzgerald Loved it, and the movie too. I have a crush on Sam Waterson.
To Kill a Mockingbird - Harper Lee So fucking good. I wanted my dad to be Atticus.
The Time Traveler's Wife - Audrey Niffenegger
His Dark Materials - Philip Pullman ?
Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince - J. K. Rowling Good lord, I sobbed at the end of this book. I don't think I've ever cried harder at a fictional character dying.
Life of Pi - Yann Martel
Animal Farm: A Fairy Story - George Orwell Didn't like it in high school, I should reread it.
Catch-22 - Joseph Heller
The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Nighttime - Mark Haddon
Lord of the Flies - William Golding Started to one time, don't know why I never finished.
Pride and Prejudice - Jane Austen
1984 - George Orwell
Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban - J. K. Rowling I love all Harry Potter.
One Hundred Years of Solitude - Gabriel Garcia Marquez ?
Memoirs of a Geisha - Arthur Golden
The Kite Runner - Khaled Hosseini Really really REALLY good book. I couldn't put it down, finished it in 2 days.
The Lovely Bones - Alice Sebold Oh lordy, another one that made me sob. I think because it was partly about sisters, and I have a sister, blah blah but dear lord did I cry. Such a good book.
Slaughterhouse 5 - Kurt Vonnegut One of my favorite books. I've read it about 8 times, thanks to stealing it from my friend's brother.
Angels and Demons - Dan Brown Jenn won't get off my case about me not reading this yet. I'll get around to it, I swear. Get off my back, bitch.
Fight Club - Chuck Palahniuk I just read my first Palahniuk book, Survivor, and liked it, so I should read this one.
Cryptonomicon - Neal Stephenson ?
The Secret History - Donna Tartt ?
A Clockwork Orange - Anthony Burgess
Wuthering Heights - Emily Bronte I've never read any of that British literature, like the Bronte sisters or Austen, I guess I was never in the right English classes in high school.
Brave New World - Aldous Huxley
Middlesex - Jeffrey Eugenides I got this for my mom for her birthday (thanks to the comments on Ms Mac's blog when she did this) and conviently she let me read it first. I just finished it the other night and LOVED it.
Cloud Atlas - David Mitchell ?
Jane Eyre - Charlotte Bronte
Good Omens - Terry Pratchett, Neil Gaiman ?
Atonement - Ian McEwan
The Old Man and the Sea - Ernest Hemingway I want to, but I don't know if it'll ever happen.
The Handmaid's Tale - Margaret Atwood
The Bell Jar - Sylvia Plath
Dune - Frank Herbert ?
Thanks to Ms Mac, cause I stole this from her and to Jenn who taught me how to do
Monday, April 03, 2006
Sometimes I Need A Revelation
I signed up to take the Chicago Fire Department test today, the first one they've had years. If I pass and do better than Keri and J.P I will totally be Dad's favorite. Then I'll get something totally awesome, like his Pink cd, in his will.
I also signed up to take the Jeopardy test online last week. I'm sure I wouldn't pass, but it wouldn't hurt to try anyways. I was supposed to take it at 8 pm Wednesday night. I didn't remember until 10:30, when it was already too late to take it. THIS IS WHY I NEED TO WRITE SHIT DOWN.
The White Sox seasons opener was today, against the Indians. There was a rain delay for 3 hours, but it finally started up again around 11 pm. And they won 10-4. Are we going to win the World Series again? You bet your fucking ass we are.
Last night I spilled a beer on my keyoboard. I've spilled a lot of things on this keyboard in the past four years, but I'm honestly surprised it took me this long to spill a beer on it. Now the letters G and H stick whenver I go to type them. How much is a new keyboard? On a good note though, I finally found the left side Ctrl button that I had popped off over a year ago. Turns out all you have to do is pick up things and look under them to find what you are looking for. And you thought I hadn't learned anything in college.
Today I went shopping for food and they didn't have Crispix OR Wheaties. What is this world coming to?
In my KNPE 100 class (basically a health class) we're going to be measuring our body fat on Thursday. I have never been so glad to be taking a class with Emily than before because I'd really like to keep it on the dl that I'm 97% body fat. Not that they can't tell but jesus. Thank god for Emily. I thought this class was going to be a blow off but then I learned we had to run a mile and a half in class. Twice. I told my teacher to have an ambulance on hand incase I collapsed, but she just laughed at me. I didn't collapse the first time we did it in February, but goddamnit I will in May just to prove her wrong.
And if you're keeping track, as Kurt already pointed out to me on Jenn's blog:
- I am impressed with my 111 bowling score.
- I was happy with my 69% test grade.
- Running a mile and a half is my worst nightmare.
World's Biggest Underachiever and Lazyass, right here. What now.
I also signed up to take the Jeopardy test online last week. I'm sure I wouldn't pass, but it wouldn't hurt to try anyways. I was supposed to take it at 8 pm Wednesday night. I didn't remember until 10:30, when it was already too late to take it. THIS IS WHY I NEED TO WRITE SHIT DOWN.
The White Sox seasons opener was today, against the Indians. There was a rain delay for 3 hours, but it finally started up again around 11 pm. And they won 10-4. Are we going to win the World Series again? You bet your fucking ass we are.
Last night I spilled a beer on my keyoboard. I've spilled a lot of things on this keyboard in the past four years, but I'm honestly surprised it took me this long to spill a beer on it. Now the letters G and H stick whenver I go to type them. How much is a new keyboard? On a good note though, I finally found the left side Ctrl button that I had popped off over a year ago. Turns out all you have to do is pick up things and look under them to find what you are looking for. And you thought I hadn't learned anything in college.
Today I went shopping for food and they didn't have Crispix OR Wheaties. What is this world coming to?
In my KNPE 100 class (basically a health class) we're going to be measuring our body fat on Thursday. I have never been so glad to be taking a class with Emily than before because I'd really like to keep it on the dl that I'm 97% body fat. Not that they can't tell but jesus. Thank god for Emily. I thought this class was going to be a blow off but then I learned we had to run a mile and a half in class. Twice. I told my teacher to have an ambulance on hand incase I collapsed, but she just laughed at me. I didn't collapse the first time we did it in February, but goddamnit I will in May just to prove her wrong.
And if you're keeping track, as Kurt already pointed out to me on Jenn's blog:
- I am impressed with my 111 bowling score.
- I was happy with my 69% test grade.
- Running a mile and a half is my worst nightmare.
World's Biggest Underachiever and Lazyass, right here. What now.
Wednesday, March 29, 2006
CAPITAL LETTERS MEAN I AM ANGRY
Keri and I have been working on getting our Irish citizenship, and when my dad found out he could get an Irish passport because his parents were born in Ireland, he decided to be a copycat and get his too. We all need my grandparents birth, death and marriage certificates in order to get it, and we (ok, mainly Keri) has been emailing and calling all of our relatives to see if anyone had any of them. My dad is the oldest out of 6 kids, so one would think he would have gotten all that stuff after my grandma died in 2001, but my dad can't even remember his own kid's birthdays, so we didn't think anyone would trust him with that stuff. Today I get a text message from him saying : "Hello girls, I'm sitting here filling out my passport application and I found Nana and Papa's birth certificates. - Dad." WE HAVE BEEN ASKING HIM FOR THOSE SINCE JANUARY.
I call him after bowling class (I bowled a 111 too, maybe the angriness helped) and basically say "WHAT THE FUCK DAD." He says, "Well I got this box of stuff after your grandma died, and there was this envelope. I opened it, and it had both of their birth certificates." Goddamnit Dad. You didn't think to look in this box BEFORE when we were asking about the certificates? Sure when you need something you do some digging, but not for your own FLESH AND BLOOD.
I call him after bowling class (I bowled a 111 too, maybe the angriness helped) and basically say "WHAT THE FUCK DAD." He says, "Well I got this box of stuff after your grandma died, and there was this envelope. I opened it, and it had both of their birth certificates." Goddamnit Dad. You didn't think to look in this box BEFORE when we were asking about the certificates? Sure when you need something you do some digging, but not for your own FLESH AND BLOOD.
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