Yay!!! David Jacobs-Strain is coming to visit today!!! :)
Even though I'm still sorta sick, I'm SUPER excited to see him!
Sunday, November 27, 2011
26NOV2011
I totally have the flu. I had to come home "early" yesterday at 12:00pm because I was shaking and freezing cold. Spent the rest of the day yesterday alternately shaking with cold and sweating like a mo' fo'. Yuck. :(
Me 1:
Oh my God, I feel like DEATH today. Either I:
a.) Have the Flu
b.) Am alergic to "Black Friday"
c.) Am alergic to DirectTV
d.) Am alergic to BestBuy
e.) All of the above
I'm going with e.) Any veterinary students out there glad I didn't add f.) two of the above and g.) three of the above? ;)
a.) Have the Flu
b.) Am alergic to "Black Friday"
c.) Am alergic to DirectTV
d.) Am alergic to BestBuy
e.) All of the above
I'm going with e.) Any veterinary students out there glad I didn't add f.) two of the above and g.) three of the above? ;)
Friday, November 25, 2011
25NOV2011
I cannot FUCKING believe I'm doing this.
I got up at 2:00 AM this morning so I can drive to Loveland and ask people if they want something they DON'T FUCKING WANT. Yay...
I got up at 2:00 AM this morning so I can drive to Loveland and ask people if they want something they DON'T FUCKING WANT. Yay...
Wednesday, November 23, 2011
Monday, November 21, 2011
Me 1:
IKEA, why hast thou forsaken me?!? ;)
I built myself a dining room table tonight, which turned out quite lovely.
AND THEN?!? I tried to build myself a bed frame. DUN DUN DUN....
I even enlisted the help of my neighbor, Jeff. Because, I mean, there's this GREAT picture at the front of the instruction manual:
I did EXACTLY like Ikea said!!! I got a FRIEND to help me, although Jeff didn't happen to have a pencil behind his ear... But STILL. I did what they said.
BUT, it turned out that I was missing a CRUCIAL piece!!! You can see this GIGANTIC, important metal piece, which runs down the middle of the frame and SUPPORTS THE ENTIRE BED here:
I was SUPER pissed. I mean, I've been PUTTING OFF building this DAMNED thing because I thought it would be really hard, and then FINALLY decided to build it tonight. Jeff and I searched BOTH of the TWO boxes for this piece, and it SERIOUSLY wasn't ANYWHERE. So, what did I do next?!? I followed some of the other directions on the FIRST PAGE:
I called Ikea. I told the (somehow) Indian dude that FINALLY answered the Denver location's phone that I was missing this CRUCIAL piece, and he said, "Oh, well, that piece comes seperately. Sorry that nobody told you that when you bought the bed frame..."
WTF?!?!? GAAAAAAAHHHH!!!
I built myself a dining room table tonight, which turned out quite lovely.
AND THEN?!? I tried to build myself a bed frame. DUN DUN DUN....
I even enlisted the help of my neighbor, Jeff. Because, I mean, there's this GREAT picture at the front of the instruction manual:
I did EXACTLY like Ikea said!!! I got a FRIEND to help me, although Jeff didn't happen to have a pencil behind his ear... But STILL. I did what they said.
BUT, it turned out that I was missing a CRUCIAL piece!!! You can see this GIGANTIC, important metal piece, which runs down the middle of the frame and SUPPORTS THE ENTIRE BED here:
I was SUPER pissed. I mean, I've been PUTTING OFF building this DAMNED thing because I thought it would be really hard, and then FINALLY decided to build it tonight. Jeff and I searched BOTH of the TWO boxes for this piece, and it SERIOUSLY wasn't ANYWHERE. So, what did I do next?!? I followed some of the other directions on the FIRST PAGE:
I called Ikea. I told the (somehow) Indian dude that FINALLY answered the Denver location's phone that I was missing this CRUCIAL piece, and he said, "Oh, well, that piece comes seperately. Sorry that nobody told you that when you bought the bed frame..."
WTF?!?!? GAAAAAAAHHHH!!!
21NOV2011
Well, I got a job. It's NOT the one I want, but I got one. Tomorrow, I will head over to BestBuy, and try to sell people something they don't want... DirectTV.
Yay?!?
;)
Yay?!?
;)
Saturday, November 19, 2011
19NOV2011
So, my job interview this morning turned out to be a BIT more than an interview... To fill everyone in, the purpose of this job is to try and sell DirectTV to customers in BestBuy who want NOTHING TO DO WITH YOU!!! ;)
So, once I got to the office this morning, the guy in charge said, "Hey, how's it going? This is so-and-so, and he's one of my head sales guys. You'll be going into the field with him and shadowing him while he works. He's going to observe you and see how you do trying to sell the product."
You LITERALLY have to WALK UP to people and say, "Hi, do you know what's going on in the store today? BestBuy has teamed up with DirectTV to provide better television service to people. Who is your current cable provider?"
ARE YOU SERIOUS?!?!? OH MY GOD!!! HELP!!! My SOUL is being SUCKED out of my BODY!!! AHHHHHHH!!!
So, once I got to the office this morning, the guy in charge said, "Hey, how's it going? This is so-and-so, and he's one of my head sales guys. You'll be going into the field with him and shadowing him while he works. He's going to observe you and see how you do trying to sell the product."
You LITERALLY have to WALK UP to people and say, "Hi, do you know what's going on in the store today? BestBuy has teamed up with DirectTV to provide better television service to people. Who is your current cable provider?"
ARE YOU SERIOUS?!?!? OH MY GOD!!! HELP!!! My SOUL is being SUCKED out of my BODY!!! AHHHHHHH!!!
Friday, November 18, 2011
Me 3:
Once again, my friend and neighbor Jeff has been trying to cheer me up today.
Just to clarify, we are SERIOUSLY JUST FRIENDS. We both happen to live in the same apartment complex, are both frusteratingly unemployed, and live right next to one another.
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In any case, he's been sending me text messages to try and make me smile:
Jeff: "Did you have fun at your appointment? If you want to go see puppies and kitties at the humane society, or want some left-over pizza, let me know..."
Jeff: "I could make dinner tonight and put on a dance show. Or you can ride Kyzer wearing my Australian hat."
Jeff: "I know of a palm reader if you want your future read."
Jeff: "Or a young male prostitute? Would that make you smile?"
Me: "LOLOL! Maybe. ;) Hehe!"
Jeff: "I have six things you can break in the parking lot of this apartment that won't harm anything and are biodegradable."
Me: "Hmmmm... what in the world are you talking about?"
Jeff: "Eggs."
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And so, Jeff and I went into the small lot behind our apartment complex, and I BUSTED SOME SHIT UP! ;) Okay, granted, it was only 6 locally-produced eggs, and I had placed a plastic garbage bag against the fence to make sure we wouldn't cause TOO much of a mess, and Jeff added one of his plastic-wrapped winter tires to further ensure that we wouldn't cause a scene, but STILL.
Me, prepared to BREAK SOME SHIT:
The ultimate result of our shenanigans:
Just to clarify, we are SERIOUSLY JUST FRIENDS. We both happen to live in the same apartment complex, are both frusteratingly unemployed, and live right next to one another.
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In any case, he's been sending me text messages to try and make me smile:
Jeff: "Did you have fun at your appointment? If you want to go see puppies and kitties at the humane society, or want some left-over pizza, let me know..."
Jeff: "I could make dinner tonight and put on a dance show. Or you can ride Kyzer wearing my Australian hat."
Jeff: "I know of a palm reader if you want your future read."
Jeff: "Or a young male prostitute? Would that make you smile?"
Me: "LOLOL! Maybe. ;) Hehe!"
Jeff: "I have six things you can break in the parking lot of this apartment that won't harm anything and are biodegradable."
Me: "Hmmmm... what in the world are you talking about?"
Jeff: "Eggs."
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And so, Jeff and I went into the small lot behind our apartment complex, and I BUSTED SOME SHIT UP! ;) Okay, granted, it was only 6 locally-produced eggs, and I had placed a plastic garbage bag against the fence to make sure we wouldn't cause TOO much of a mess, and Jeff added one of his plastic-wrapped winter tires to further ensure that we wouldn't cause a scene, but STILL.
Me, prepared to BREAK SOME SHIT:
The ultimate result of our shenanigans:
Story 1:
Before leaving Eugene in October, I was informed that all of the lovely books from my childhood were going to be given away unless I took them with me. So, I loaded them into my car along with some other things which I CAN'T FIND ROOM FOR in my little apartment.
This proved to be a lucky coincidence. Without further ado, folks, this is the story of Narcissus, as taken from the BEAUTIFUL children's book entitled "Favorite Greek Myths", illustrated by Troy Howell.
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"The Face in the Pool: The story of Echo and Narcissus"
When Zeus came to the mountains, the wood nymphs rushed to embrace the jovial god. They played with him in icy waterfalls, and laughed with him in lush green glades.
Zeus's wife, Hera, was very jealous, and often she searched the mountainside, trying to catch her husband with the nymphs. But whenever Hera came close to finding Zeus, a charming nymph named Echo stepped across her path. Echo chatted with Hera in a lively fashion and did whatever she could to stall the goddess until Zeus and the other nymphs had escaped.
Eventually, Hera discovered that Echo had been trucking her, and she flew into a rage. "Your tongue has made a fool of me!" she shouted at Echo. Henceforth, your voice will be more brief, my dear! You will always have the LAST word, but never the FIRST!"
From that day on, poor Echo could only repeat the last words of what others said.
One day, Echo spied a golden-haired youth hunting deer in the woods. The boy's name was Narcissus, and he was the most beautiful young man in the forest. All who looked upon Narcissus fell in love with him immediately. But he would have nothing to do with anyone, for he was very conceited.
When Echo first laid eyes on Narcissus, her heart burned like the flame of a torch. She secretly followed him through the woods, loving him more with each step. She got closer and closer until Narcissus heard the leaves rustling. He whirled around and finally cried out, "Who's here?"
From behind a tree, Echo repeated his last word, "Here!"
Narcissus looked about in wonder, "Who are you? Come to me!" he said.
"Come to me!" said Echo.
Narcissus searched the woods, but could not find the nymph. "Stop hiding! Let us meet!" he shouted.
"Let us meet!" Echo cried. Then, she stepped from behind the tree and rushed to embrace Narcissus.
But the youth panicked when the numph flung her arms around his neck. He pushed her away and shouted, "Leave me alone! I'd rather DIE than let you love me!"
"Love me!" was all poor Echo could say as she watched Narcissus run from her through the woods. "Love me! Love me! Love me!"
Humiliated and filled with sorrow, Echo wandered the mountains until she found a lonely cave to live in.
...
Meanwhile, Narcissus hunted in the woods, tending only to himself, until one day he discovered a hidden pool of water. The pool had a silvery-smooth surface. No shepherds ever disturbed its waters - no goats or cattle, no birds or fallen leaves. Only the sun danced upon the still pool.
Tired from hunting and eager to quench his thirst, Narcissus lay on his stomach and leaned over the water. But when he looked at the glossy surface, he saw someone staring back at him.
Narcissus was spellbound. Gazing up at him from the pool were eyes like twin stars, framed by hair as golden as Apollo's and cheeks as smooth as ivory. But when he leaned down and trid to kiss the perfect lips, he kissed only spring water. When he reached out and tried to embrace this vision of beauty, he found no one there.
"What love could be more cruel than this?" he cried. "When my lips kiss my beloved, they touch only water! When I reach for my beloved, I hold only water!"
Narcissus began to weep. When he wiped away his tears, the person in the water also wiped away tears. "Oh, no, " sobbed Narcissus. "I see the truth now: It is MYSELF I weep for! I yearn for my own reflection!"
As Narcissus cried harder, his tears broke the glossy surface of the pool and caused his reflection to disappear. "Come back! Where did you go?" the youth cried. "I love you so much! At least stay and let me look upon you!"
Day after day, Narcissus stared at the water, in love with his own reflection. He began to waste away from grief, until one sad morning, he felt himself dying. "Good-bye, my love!" he shouted to his reflection.
"Good-bye, my love!" Echo cried to Narcissus from her cave deep in the woods.
Then, Narcissus took his last breath, and drowned in the water of the pool.
After he died, the water nymphs and wood nymphs searched for his body. But all they found was a magnificently beautiful flower beside the hidden pool where the youth had once yearned for his own reflection. The flower had white petals and a yellow center, and from that time on, it was called Narcissus.
And alas, poor Echo, desolate after Narcissus's death, did not eat or sleep. As she lay forlornly in her cave, all her beauty faded away, and she became very thin until her voice was all that was left. Thereafter, the lonely voice of Echo was heard in the mountains, repeating the last words anyone said.
This proved to be a lucky coincidence. Without further ado, folks, this is the story of Narcissus, as taken from the BEAUTIFUL children's book entitled "Favorite Greek Myths", illustrated by Troy Howell.
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"The Face in the Pool: The story of Echo and Narcissus"
When Zeus came to the mountains, the wood nymphs rushed to embrace the jovial god. They played with him in icy waterfalls, and laughed with him in lush green glades.
Zeus's wife, Hera, was very jealous, and often she searched the mountainside, trying to catch her husband with the nymphs. But whenever Hera came close to finding Zeus, a charming nymph named Echo stepped across her path. Echo chatted with Hera in a lively fashion and did whatever she could to stall the goddess until Zeus and the other nymphs had escaped.
Eventually, Hera discovered that Echo had been trucking her, and she flew into a rage. "Your tongue has made a fool of me!" she shouted at Echo. Henceforth, your voice will be more brief, my dear! You will always have the LAST word, but never the FIRST!"
From that day on, poor Echo could only repeat the last words of what others said.
One day, Echo spied a golden-haired youth hunting deer in the woods. The boy's name was Narcissus, and he was the most beautiful young man in the forest. All who looked upon Narcissus fell in love with him immediately. But he would have nothing to do with anyone, for he was very conceited.
When Echo first laid eyes on Narcissus, her heart burned like the flame of a torch. She secretly followed him through the woods, loving him more with each step. She got closer and closer until Narcissus heard the leaves rustling. He whirled around and finally cried out, "Who's here?"
From behind a tree, Echo repeated his last word, "Here!"
Narcissus looked about in wonder, "Who are you? Come to me!" he said.
"Come to me!" said Echo.
Narcissus searched the woods, but could not find the nymph. "Stop hiding! Let us meet!" he shouted.
"Let us meet!" Echo cried. Then, she stepped from behind the tree and rushed to embrace Narcissus.
But the youth panicked when the numph flung her arms around his neck. He pushed her away and shouted, "Leave me alone! I'd rather DIE than let you love me!"
"Love me!" was all poor Echo could say as she watched Narcissus run from her through the woods. "Love me! Love me! Love me!"
Humiliated and filled with sorrow, Echo wandered the mountains until she found a lonely cave to live in.
...
Meanwhile, Narcissus hunted in the woods, tending only to himself, until one day he discovered a hidden pool of water. The pool had a silvery-smooth surface. No shepherds ever disturbed its waters - no goats or cattle, no birds or fallen leaves. Only the sun danced upon the still pool.
Tired from hunting and eager to quench his thirst, Narcissus lay on his stomach and leaned over the water. But when he looked at the glossy surface, he saw someone staring back at him.
Narcissus was spellbound. Gazing up at him from the pool were eyes like twin stars, framed by hair as golden as Apollo's and cheeks as smooth as ivory. But when he leaned down and trid to kiss the perfect lips, he kissed only spring water. When he reached out and tried to embrace this vision of beauty, he found no one there.
"What love could be more cruel than this?" he cried. "When my lips kiss my beloved, they touch only water! When I reach for my beloved, I hold only water!"
Narcissus began to weep. When he wiped away his tears, the person in the water also wiped away tears. "Oh, no, " sobbed Narcissus. "I see the truth now: It is MYSELF I weep for! I yearn for my own reflection!"
As Narcissus cried harder, his tears broke the glossy surface of the pool and caused his reflection to disappear. "Come back! Where did you go?" the youth cried. "I love you so much! At least stay and let me look upon you!"
Day after day, Narcissus stared at the water, in love with his own reflection. He began to waste away from grief, until one sad morning, he felt himself dying. "Good-bye, my love!" he shouted to his reflection.
"Good-bye, my love!" Echo cried to Narcissus from her cave deep in the woods.
Then, Narcissus took his last breath, and drowned in the water of the pool.
After he died, the water nymphs and wood nymphs searched for his body. But all they found was a magnificently beautiful flower beside the hidden pool where the youth had once yearned for his own reflection. The flower had white petals and a yellow center, and from that time on, it was called Narcissus.
And alas, poor Echo, desolate after Narcissus's death, did not eat or sleep. As she lay forlornly in her cave, all her beauty faded away, and she became very thin until her voice was all that was left. Thereafter, the lonely voice of Echo was heard in the mountains, repeating the last words anyone said.
Me 2:
I just had a great meeting with Laurie Fonken, who, if any of you have forgotten, eats Veterinary students' dark souls for BREAKFAST! ;)
We talked about Jason, and how EVERYTHING I gave him was never enough. I often sacrificed time that should have been spent on my studies for HIM, and even then, could never live up to his EXPECTATIONS regarding my "household duties" and the amount of attention I paid him.
I had my OWN names for what I would call Jason, but Laurie provided a nicer term. This behavior, folks, is called NARCICISM. When a person's own wishes and desires are ALWAYS placed above that of another, and when they can't understand that another person has needs and hopes of their own, this person is a NARCISIST.
WATCH OUT FOR THESE PEOPLE.
For those of you who are not familiar with the Greek myth of Narcissus, let me fill you in. Narcissus was a beautiful Greek youth, who had never seen his own reflection, until he happened to bend down to a pool of water to drink one day. He promptly fell in love with his OWN reflection, and sat beside the pool, starving and wasting away until, one day, he DROWNED in the pool’s image of his beautiful face.
Now... if only Jason would drown in a reflection of his chubby, heavily-bearded face.
LOL! Just kidding. ;) But, this song goes out to him:
Adele - "Rolling in the Deep"
"There's a fire starting in my heart, reaching a fever pitch and it's bringin' me out the dark. Finally I can see you crystal clear. Go 'head and sell me out, and I'll lay your shit bare..."
We talked about Jason, and how EVERYTHING I gave him was never enough. I often sacrificed time that should have been spent on my studies for HIM, and even then, could never live up to his EXPECTATIONS regarding my "household duties" and the amount of attention I paid him.
I had my OWN names for what I would call Jason, but Laurie provided a nicer term. This behavior, folks, is called NARCICISM. When a person's own wishes and desires are ALWAYS placed above that of another, and when they can't understand that another person has needs and hopes of their own, this person is a NARCISIST.
WATCH OUT FOR THESE PEOPLE.
For those of you who are not familiar with the Greek myth of Narcissus, let me fill you in. Narcissus was a beautiful Greek youth, who had never seen his own reflection, until he happened to bend down to a pool of water to drink one day. He promptly fell in love with his OWN reflection, and sat beside the pool, starving and wasting away until, one day, he DROWNED in the pool’s image of his beautiful face.
Now... if only Jason would drown in a reflection of his chubby, heavily-bearded face.
LOL! Just kidding. ;) But, this song goes out to him:
Adele - "Rolling in the Deep"
"There's a fire starting in my heart, reaching a fever pitch and it's bringin' me out the dark. Finally I can see you crystal clear. Go 'head and sell me out, and I'll lay your shit bare..."
Me 1:
Me: "What was I supposed to do in that situation last night (with the over-zealous upstairs neighbors)? Tap in MORSE CODE, 'Well done, you!!!'?"
Jeff: "We should just leave a note on his car saying, 'I'm glad you guys are having fun, and I hope you're being safe. Now KEEP IT DOWN!'"
;)
Jeff: "We should just leave a note on his car saying, 'I'm glad you guys are having fun, and I hope you're being safe. Now KEEP IT DOWN!'"
;)
18NOV2011
I was kept awake last night by the guy who lives above me having SEX for like, 3 hours straight!!! Seriously, how unfair is that?!? Why do I have to be SO deprived, but the guy upstairs seems to be having sex ALL OVER his apartment?!? I swear, they took it from the bedroom, moved into the living room/kitchen, and then took it back to the bedroom again...
GOD DAMN IT, STOP TORTURING ME!!! ;D
I was chatting with my neighbor Jeff just now, and he randomly asked if I'd heard the "festivities" last night. I gave my assent.
Jeff: "It's like there were DONKEYS doing it upstairs!!! I mean, I can't SMOKE in my apartment, but they're allowed to keep FARM ANIMALS?!?"
You guys might remember me posting about miniature donkeys the other day... How in GOD'S NAME did they get them into that upstairs apartment?!? Under cover of darkness?
COME ON!!!
I feel like Gob Bluth from the RAD TV show "Arrested Development":
GOD DAMN IT, STOP TORTURING ME!!! ;D
I was chatting with my neighbor Jeff just now, and he randomly asked if I'd heard the "festivities" last night. I gave my assent.
Jeff: "It's like there were DONKEYS doing it upstairs!!! I mean, I can't SMOKE in my apartment, but they're allowed to keep FARM ANIMALS?!?"
You guys might remember me posting about miniature donkeys the other day... How in GOD'S NAME did they get them into that upstairs apartment?!? Under cover of darkness?
COME ON!!!
I feel like Gob Bluth from the RAD TV show "Arrested Development":
Thursday, November 17, 2011
Me 4:
To my sister: Thanks for giving me the most AWESOME SPORTS-BRA KNOWN TO MANKIND!!! ;)
To everyone else: Some Foo Fighters, if you ever feel like your brain is gonna break. Any fellow veterinary school students... anyone? *wink wink nudge nudge*
The Foo Fighters - "My Poor Brain"
"This is a BLACKOUT... Don't let it go to waste. This is a blackout... I want to DETONATE!!!"
"Sometimes I wish that I could change, I can't save you from my poor brain... O.K."
To everyone else: Some Foo Fighters, if you ever feel like your brain is gonna break. Any fellow veterinary school students... anyone? *wink wink nudge nudge*
The Foo Fighters - "My Poor Brain"
"This is a BLACKOUT... Don't let it go to waste. This is a blackout... I want to DETONATE!!!"
"Sometimes I wish that I could change, I can't save you from my poor brain... O.K."
Truth 1:
Fact 1: It's cold. Really flippin' cold today.
Fact 2: I almost drove myself CRAZY (uh, again?) today working on job applications and stuff for my year of leave from school.
(creepy Jack Nicholson voice)
"All work and no play makes me a DULL GIRL..."
Fact 3: THE SOLUTION:
For apathy, stress, and frustration (sexual or otherwise ;) -
Take 1 RUN around City Park listening to THE FOO FIGHTERS and GENERATE YER OWN DAMNED HEAT.
Running + Foo Fighters will take you from this...
To this!
...And then back to this.
Fact 2: I almost drove myself CRAZY (uh, again?) today working on job applications and stuff for my year of leave from school.
(creepy Jack Nicholson voice)
"All work and no play makes me a DULL GIRL..."
Fact 3: THE SOLUTION:
For apathy, stress, and frustration (sexual or otherwise ;) -
Take 1 RUN around City Park listening to THE FOO FIGHTERS and GENERATE YER OWN DAMNED HEAT.
Running + Foo Fighters will take you from this...
To this!
...And then back to this.
Me 3:
However, if I have to fill out ANY more PAPERWORK, I am going to SCREAM!!! ;)
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Me = Garth from "Wayne's World"
"AAAAAHHHHHH!!! Turn it off, man! Turn it off! It's SUCKING MY WILL TO LIVE!!!"
;)
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Me = Garth from "Wayne's World"
"AAAAAHHHHHH!!! Turn it off, man! Turn it off! It's SUCKING MY WILL TO LIVE!!!"
;)
Me 2:
I was feeling kinda bummered out, 'cause my friend Megan just left to go back to Wyoming, and I wanted to simply curl up with a good book... One I've already read.
But then, I realized:
I already know how THAT story ends, but I don't know how THIS story ends! :)
But then, I realized:
I already know how THAT story ends, but I don't know how THIS story ends! :)
Me 1:
Just got done with said JOB INTERVIEW (deep movie-preview voice), and I think it went PRETTY DAMNED WELL...
At least, I got a SECOND INTERVIEW! :)
At least, I got a SECOND INTERVIEW! :)
Wednesday, November 16, 2011
Me 3:
Watching old "Sex and the City" episodes with Megan; Specifically, the one where the ladies go to L.A. and Samantha meets a dildo model.
Megan: I mean, look at that guy! You never can tell who's going to be packin' a big one.
Me: Yeah. Look: The dude is COMPLETELY bald, unattractive, AND sporting a nasty BLONDE mustache!
Megan: I wish there were somthing like that for girls... Like, a girl with a good set of boobs does NOT make up for her having an ugly face! And right now, small boobs are kind of "in"...
Me: I can say with absolute certaintly that small penises will never be "IN"! *laughing*
Megan: I think the first and last time that was EVER in was with, well... THE GREEKS!!! NOT gonna happen again.
;)
Megan: I mean, look at that guy! You never can tell who's going to be packin' a big one.
Me: Yeah. Look: The dude is COMPLETELY bald, unattractive, AND sporting a nasty BLONDE mustache!
Megan: I wish there were somthing like that for girls... Like, a girl with a good set of boobs does NOT make up for her having an ugly face! And right now, small boobs are kind of "in"...
Me: I can say with absolute certaintly that small penises will never be "IN"! *laughing*
Megan: I think the first and last time that was EVER in was with, well... THE GREEKS!!! NOT gonna happen again.
;)
Me 2:
I've been feeling kinda "Blah" lately, but couldn't figure out what I needed to make me feel better.
The answer? My friend MEGAN from Douglas, who stopped by my place on the way back from Denver Airport and wanted to stay over! The result = a "sleepover" party!
Me + Megan + Chinese Food + Talking About Life, Guys, and Sex = ME HAPPY! :)
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Our feast, which Megan provided for us:
Me and MEGAN (Has to be in ALL CAPS! ;)
Two girls, two orders of chinese food = a GOOD FREAKIN' TIME
The answer? My friend MEGAN from Douglas, who stopped by my place on the way back from Denver Airport and wanted to stay over! The result = a "sleepover" party!
Me + Megan + Chinese Food + Talking About Life, Guys, and Sex = ME HAPPY! :)
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Our feast, which Megan provided for us:
Me and MEGAN (Has to be in ALL CAPS! ;)
Two girls, two orders of chinese food = a GOOD FREAKIN' TIME
Me 1:
I had a JOB INTERVIEW (and the peasants rejoiced, "Yay!") today, and I REALLY hope it went well! :) It was for a woman's clothing boutique, so I had to dress up a bit. How fun would that be?!? Here's hoping!!!
16NOV2011
I woke up with David Jacobs-Strain's "The River Song" playing in my head, which is SUCH a sad, poignant song, but I was sort of inspired by the following line:
“Sometimes, I get angry... I just stand on the corner and YELL. And folks say, “Oh, he was in the war,” and I tell them they can go to HELL!”
;)
Check out the acoustic version of this song! It’s posted on his band Facebook page at:
David Jacobs-Strain - Facebook Artist Page
“Sometimes, I get angry... I just stand on the corner and YELL. And folks say, “Oh, he was in the war,” and I tell them they can go to HELL!”
;)
Check out the acoustic version of this song! It’s posted on his band Facebook page at:
David Jacobs-Strain - Facebook Artist Page
Tuesday, November 15, 2011
Me 1:
I apologize for playing Dave Matthews Band twice in just a few days, but I can't HELP but love this song.
Dave Matthews Band - "Grey Street"
I've seen them three times live, and twice they played this song, and it was MUCH like the video shown above.
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"There's a stranger speaks outside her door... Says take what you can from your dreams. Make them as real as anything. It'd take the work out of the courage.
But she says, 'Please, there's a crazy man that's creeping outside my door. I live on the corner of Grey Street, at the end of the world.'
There's an emptiness inside her, and she'll do anything to fill it in. And though it's red blood bleeding from her now, it's more like cold blue ice in her heart.
She feels like kickin' out all the windows, and setting fire to this life. She could change everything about her, using colors bold and bright... But all the colors mix together to grey. And it breaks her heart."
Dave Matthews Band - "Grey Street"
I've seen them three times live, and twice they played this song, and it was MUCH like the video shown above.
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"There's a stranger speaks outside her door... Says take what you can from your dreams. Make them as real as anything. It'd take the work out of the courage.
But she says, 'Please, there's a crazy man that's creeping outside my door. I live on the corner of Grey Street, at the end of the world.'
There's an emptiness inside her, and she'll do anything to fill it in. And though it's red blood bleeding from her now, it's more like cold blue ice in her heart.
She feels like kickin' out all the windows, and setting fire to this life. She could change everything about her, using colors bold and bright... But all the colors mix together to grey. And it breaks her heart."
15NOV2011
I saw my neighbor Jeff out for a walk with his dog Keyser this morning, and we talked about our mutual agony in endless job-searching and the non-existent job market here in Fort Collins.
Jeff tried to cheer me up by telling me about a conversation he had this morning with his father, who is an ER surgeon:
Jeff: "My dad told me that a man came in yesterday who had shot himself in the leg with a 9mm."
Me: "Wait... What?!?"
Jeff: "Yeah, apparently he went into a bar and was acting all manly and stuff, and then shot himself in the femur."
Me: "Oh my GOD!!! Did he totally shatter it?!?"
Jeff: "YUP! In 9 places..."
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Okay, so I MIGHT have COMPLETELY shot myself in the FOOT, here, but at least I didn't shoot myself in the FEMUR. ;D
Jeff tried to cheer me up by telling me about a conversation he had this morning with his father, who is an ER surgeon:
Jeff: "My dad told me that a man came in yesterday who had shot himself in the leg with a 9mm."
Me: "Wait... What?!?"
Jeff: "Yeah, apparently he went into a bar and was acting all manly and stuff, and then shot himself in the femur."
Me: "Oh my GOD!!! Did he totally shatter it?!?"
Jeff: "YUP! In 9 places..."
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Okay, so I MIGHT have COMPLETELY shot myself in the FOOT, here, but at least I didn't shoot myself in the FEMUR. ;D
Monday, November 14, 2011
14NOV2011
I realized this morning that instead of focusing on what I DON'T have, I should focus on what I DO have. Easier said than done, though, eh?
I'm working on living the "American Dream" here... Now, how to PAY for it?!?
Hmmm. I guess this really IS the American Dream then, LOL!!! ;)
I'm working on living the "American Dream" here... Now, how to PAY for it?!?
Hmmm. I guess this really IS the American Dream then, LOL!!! ;)
Sunday, November 13, 2011
Me 2:
Drove Joseph back down to Greeley, went over to Jason's to feed Lucy, and got to talk to DJS on the phone. Throughout the ALL of this, I had the Mumford & Sons album playing in my head AND my radio. In particular, one song was rollin' through my mind:
Mumford & Sons - "Sigh No More"
"Serve God love me and mend
This is not the end
Live unbruised, we are friends
And I'm sorry, I'm sorry
...
Love, it will not betray you,
dismay, or enslave you,
it will set you free.
Be more like the man
you were made to be.
There is a design,
an alignment to cry
of my heart to see,
the beauty of love
as it was made to be."
Mumford & Sons - "Sigh No More"
"Serve God love me and mend
This is not the end
Live unbruised, we are friends
And I'm sorry, I'm sorry
...
Love, it will not betray you,
dismay, or enslave you,
it will set you free.
Be more like the man
you were made to be.
There is a design,
an alignment to cry
of my heart to see,
the beauty of love
as it was made to be."
Me 1:
Luckily, when I returned from JASON'S house, Joseph and Jeff had already conspired together to AGAIN cook me breakfast. :) Not only that, but my BROseph-Joseph had bought me a flower, while Jeff bought me a pack of my favorite ciggies:
What SWEET boys, am I RIGHT?!? :)
What SWEET boys, am I RIGHT?!? :)
13NOV2011
I awoke this morning with this song in playing in my head:
The Postal Service - "The District Sleeps Alone Tonight"
I love how the girl is trying to sleep in her OWN bed, but ghosts keep interrupting her dreams, and eventually force her awake...
The Postal Service - "The District Sleeps Alone Tonight"
I love how the girl is trying to sleep in her OWN bed, but ghosts keep interrupting her dreams, and eventually force her awake...
Truth 2:
Jeff and Joseph came back from the HARD-CORE Mexican restaurant across the street and down some with a GIGANTIC, fried burrito-thingie for each of us... Goodbye hunger, hello belly ache! ;)
Keyser got a few remnants from our feast, and here are the two of us; both layin' out after the inexorable result of our indulgence:
Keyser and I commiserate over our shared belly aches:
;)
Keyser got a few remnants from our feast, and here are the two of us; both layin' out after the inexorable result of our indulgence:
Keyser and I commiserate over our shared belly aches:
;)
Me 3:
Oh, noes!!! I seem to have started an interminable war, here, not unlike the one started by the country we live in... ;)
Jeff keeps trying to leave a can of condensed milk AND a dis-embodied foot for me everywhere I look... On my car, on my windowsill, near my door... Ai ai AI!!!!
Jeff keeps trying to leave a can of condensed milk AND a dis-embodied foot for me everywhere I look... On my car, on my windowsill, near my door... Ai ai AI!!!!
Truth 1:
So, I have to be honest here. After seeing this shoe by my car, I instantly thought of the weird, creepy, RANDOM severed-foot Jeff found in the park yesterday.
Oddly enough, the shoe AND foot were both "righties", and the size 7 shoe, well...
"If the shoe fits..." Wear it?!?!?
Oddly enough, the shoe AND foot were both "righties", and the size 7 shoe, well...
"If the shoe fits..." Wear it?!?!?
Me 2:
After I returned from a run around City Park, which, by the way, felt AWESOME, and was prepared to go on a few errands... but noticed a SHOE left right next to the driver's side door of my SWEET '95 Honda Accord:
Okay, so I may have lost my SHIT at one point, but at least I never left my SHOE by someone's CAR!!!. ;)
Okay, so I may have lost my SHIT at one point, but at least I never left my SHOE by someone's CAR!!!. ;)
Me 1:
As the immortal Rudyard Kipling would say:
"I keep six honest serving men (they taught me all I knew); Their names are What and Why and When and How and Where and Who."
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I went over to Jeff's house when I got back, only to find some RANDOM guy holding Jeff's dog, Keyser, up to the ceiling, and both of them chanting:
"Spider-Dog, Spider-Dog. Does whatever a Spider-Dog does!"
Here is the perpetrator of the "Spider-Dog" phenomenon... Can't remember his name, but it's probably something CRAZY. Hehe! ;)
I believe that the stick he is holding has a soda duct-taped to the end of it?!? Where did he get this stick, and what is it's purpose?!? As the owl in the "Tootsie Roll Pop" commercials would say, "The world may never know."
"I keep six honest serving men (they taught me all I knew); Their names are What and Why and When and How and Where and Who."
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I went over to Jeff's house when I got back, only to find some RANDOM guy holding Jeff's dog, Keyser, up to the ceiling, and both of them chanting:
"Spider-Dog, Spider-Dog. Does whatever a Spider-Dog does!"
Here is the perpetrator of the "Spider-Dog" phenomenon... Can't remember his name, but it's probably something CRAZY. Hehe! ;)
I believe that the stick he is holding has a soda duct-taped to the end of it?!? Where did he get this stick, and what is it's purpose?!? As the owl in the "Tootsie Roll Pop" commercials would say, "The world may never know."
12OCT2011
Had to go over to the EX-house again, to feed my EX-dog... the only thing that could make me feel better? BABY MINIATURE DONKEYS!!! LOL.
Saturday, November 12, 2011
Me 2:
My friend Nusharin came over at about 1:00pm today, so that we could work together on making about a MILLION cream-cheese wontons for her Thai restaurant.
The BEST part of this? CREAM CHEESE WONTONS ARE NOT THAI!!! Haha. She started making them because stupid Americans kept coming in and requesting them, confusing THAI food for CHINESE food. ;)
In any case, they go THROUGH about a million cream cheese wontons per week, and while we worked on making them for SEVERAL hours yesterday night, we still hadn't managed to make enough to satiate her American customers for even a few days, heh!
So, she came back today to make more, and we watched some American cinema, which I think was interesting to someone with a Thai perspective... LOL! For the vast majority of the time, we watched "School of Rock":
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My neighbor Jeff had expressed an interest in seeing these buggers made, so he came in half-way through the movie, and STARED AT US. I felt like I could feel his mind-bullets criticizing me for my inferior technique, LOL!!!
Jeff brought with him a plastic severed foot that he had found in the park after Halloween. I suppose this is his brand of ASSISTANCE?!? ;)
Not only did he bring this unsettling thing INTO MY HOUSE, he MADE my sweet, sweet friend pose for equally UNSETTLING photos with this item.
The BEST part of this? CREAM CHEESE WONTONS ARE NOT THAI!!! Haha. She started making them because stupid Americans kept coming in and requesting them, confusing THAI food for CHINESE food. ;)
In any case, they go THROUGH about a million cream cheese wontons per week, and while we worked on making them for SEVERAL hours yesterday night, we still hadn't managed to make enough to satiate her American customers for even a few days, heh!
So, she came back today to make more, and we watched some American cinema, which I think was interesting to someone with a Thai perspective... LOL! For the vast majority of the time, we watched "School of Rock":
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My neighbor Jeff had expressed an interest in seeing these buggers made, so he came in half-way through the movie, and STARED AT US. I felt like I could feel his mind-bullets criticizing me for my inferior technique, LOL!!!
Jeff brought with him a plastic severed foot that he had found in the park after Halloween. I suppose this is his brand of ASSISTANCE?!? ;)
Not only did he bring this unsettling thing INTO MY HOUSE, he MADE my sweet, sweet friend pose for equally UNSETTLING photos with this item.
Me 1:
Why do I feel that the logical follow-up to that silly, embarassing Ricky Nelson song I put up this morning is THIS:
The Rolling Stones - "Satisfaction"
;)
The Rolling Stones - "Satisfaction"
;)
11NOV2011
Had to wake up early today to go, AGAIN, to my EX-house, where I am, AGAIN, babysitting my EX-dog, Lucy.... Gahhhhh. She's always SO excited to see me that I feel like a voyeur just watching her. Kinda sad. :/
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On the way back from this house filled with the ghost of my past relationship, a SUPER-corny yet SUPER-awesome song came on while I was listening to NPR. The song was “Garden Party” by the early-70’s dreamboat Ricky Nelson.
I thought, “Oh, this is such a sweet song. Learn to be who YOU want to be, not who someone ELSE wants you to be.”
My friend Joseph had a different take on things. “This is a song about masturbation. Nothing more, nothing less.”
Me: Booo. It’s not like this is a flippin’ MADONNA song, or something… ;)
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On the way back from this house filled with the ghost of my past relationship, a SUPER-corny yet SUPER-awesome song came on while I was listening to NPR. The song was “Garden Party” by the early-70’s dreamboat Ricky Nelson.
I thought, “Oh, this is such a sweet song. Learn to be who YOU want to be, not who someone ELSE wants you to be.”
My friend Joseph had a different take on things. “This is a song about masturbation. Nothing more, nothing less.”
Me: Booo. It’s not like this is a flippin’ MADONNA song, or something… ;)
Friday, November 11, 2011
Me 1:
Okay, this is too funny NOT to post about.
My friend and neighbor Jeff and I went for a quick walk down to City Park Lake, as the clouds were pink in a lovely renaissance painting kind of way...
On the way back, however, something happened that neither of us could have predicted: Uncle Vlad (dun dun dun [scary movie tones]), my OTHER next-door neighbor, who is ACTUALLY a 73 year-old man named John, was standing by the mailboxes. We both tried to sneak past him, but he called out to us.
"Hey, were you guys ignoring me or WHAT! You didn't even stop to say, 'Hi'."
We both profusely apologized for not seeing him (haha), and I scuttled back off to my apartment with the excuse that I had to work on a "paper" of some dubious and unspecified nature. Jeff, it turns out, was not so lucky. I was working on a job application when I received a few text messages from my friend:
Jeff: "I didn't escape. Any chance you need me for something that can't wait, in under an hour at most?"
I glanced at the text, replied with, "LOL!!! No problemo, dude! :)" but didn't really understand its implications at all until he replied:
Jeff: "Please please don't forget. He has cat pictures everywhere!!!"
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Jeff sent me this picture along with his "S.O.-freakin-S."... I *think* it's a container of cat food... but this man owns NO CATS?!?
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It was then that I realized the dire situation he was in. He was stuck in Uncle Vlad's APARTMENT, where the old Russian dude was probably forcing vodka down his throat with a gas-syphoning tube and forcing him to look at "Lolcats" or something equally horrifying.
I RAN over to Vlad's apartment, stuck my head in, and said, "HEY JEFF!!! Are you going to... ((quick, think of something!)) ...Help me hang my curtains, or WHAT?!?"
Okay, yeah. That was a totally STUPID excuse. Jeff had eyes as big as saucers, though, which made me feel kinda like "Wonder Woman", minus the 80's hairdo. We both got out alive, which is saying something... but it wasn't until later that Jeff told me about his "trophy":
Jeff: He layed out all of these WEIRD things on his kitchen stove that he had apparently been PLANNING to give me. There was a cat calender with 2 months left, a box of "Stove Top" stuffing, and a can of condensed milk. Eventually, he decided to give me the can of condensed milk. WTF?!?
Me: Yaaaahahahaha!!!
Jeff: IT'S NOT FUNNY!!! What does he expect me to DO with this?!? Why me?!?! AAAAAAHHHH!!!
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I couldn't resist taking a picture of myself with said trophy of Jeff's few hours in a kitten-themed, Russian labor camp, where he was forced to listen to Uncle Vlad's creepy poetry.
I mean, this has to count as SOME type of "medal of bravery", or something... Right?!?
I just couldn't stop laughing... Jeff kept saying, "IT'S NOT FUNNY!!!" which, naturally, made me laugh more... ;)
My friend and neighbor Jeff and I went for a quick walk down to City Park Lake, as the clouds were pink in a lovely renaissance painting kind of way...
On the way back, however, something happened that neither of us could have predicted: Uncle Vlad (dun dun dun [scary movie tones]), my OTHER next-door neighbor, who is ACTUALLY a 73 year-old man named John, was standing by the mailboxes. We both tried to sneak past him, but he called out to us.
"Hey, were you guys ignoring me or WHAT! You didn't even stop to say, 'Hi'."
We both profusely apologized for not seeing him (haha), and I scuttled back off to my apartment with the excuse that I had to work on a "paper" of some dubious and unspecified nature. Jeff, it turns out, was not so lucky. I was working on a job application when I received a few text messages from my friend:
Jeff: "I didn't escape. Any chance you need me for something that can't wait, in under an hour at most?"
I glanced at the text, replied with, "LOL!!! No problemo, dude! :)" but didn't really understand its implications at all until he replied:
Jeff: "Please please don't forget. He has cat pictures everywhere!!!"
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It was then that I realized the dire situation he was in. He was stuck in Uncle Vlad's APARTMENT, where the old Russian dude was probably forcing vodka down his throat with a gas-syphoning tube and forcing him to look at "Lolcats" or something equally horrifying.
I RAN over to Vlad's apartment, stuck my head in, and said, "HEY JEFF!!! Are you going to... ((quick, think of something!)) ...Help me hang my curtains, or WHAT?!?"
Okay, yeah. That was a totally STUPID excuse. Jeff had eyes as big as saucers, though, which made me feel kinda like "Wonder Woman", minus the 80's hairdo. We both got out alive, which is saying something... but it wasn't until later that Jeff told me about his "trophy":
Jeff: He layed out all of these WEIRD things on his kitchen stove that he had apparently been PLANNING to give me. There was a cat calender with 2 months left, a box of "Stove Top" stuffing, and a can of condensed milk. Eventually, he decided to give me the can of condensed milk. WTF?!?
Me: Yaaaahahahaha!!!
Jeff: IT'S NOT FUNNY!!! What does he expect me to DO with this?!? Why me?!?! AAAAAAHHHH!!!
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I couldn't resist taking a picture of myself with said trophy of Jeff's few hours in a kitten-themed, Russian labor camp, where he was forced to listen to Uncle Vlad's creepy poetry.
I mean, this has to count as SOME type of "medal of bravery", or something... Right?!?
I just couldn't stop laughing... Jeff kept saying, "IT'S NOT FUNNY!!!" which, naturally, made me laugh more... ;)
Thursday, November 10, 2011
10NOV2011
This morning, I awoke to a song playing on my RIDICULOUSLY old, practically ANTIQUE radio alarm clock. I think my Mom got it for me as a Christmas present when I was in fifth grade, which stands as a testament to my life-long destiny to become an over-achiever.
Nonetheless, this song seemed somehow appropriate for today:
4 Non Blondes - "What's Up"
I was feeling rather pensive while taking my shower, and have still been thinking about the lyrics to this 1990's song... which is somehow caught between "so old it's cool" and "new enough that people know about it". I have a terrible fear that it might fall under the category "too embarassing to mention", hehe! *wink*
I stand by this song, however, for ONE reason:
You can just TELL that this girlfriend is BARELY restraining herself, and is SERIOUSLY pissed off about... well, SOMETHING! ;)
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And now, as John Cleese of the renouned Monty Pythons would say, "And now for something COMPLETELY DIFFERENT!"
While searching for the above video on YouTube, I found this compelling alternative:
Nonetheless, this song seemed somehow appropriate for today:
4 Non Blondes - "What's Up"
I was feeling rather pensive while taking my shower, and have still been thinking about the lyrics to this 1990's song... which is somehow caught between "so old it's cool" and "new enough that people know about it". I have a terrible fear that it might fall under the category "too embarassing to mention", hehe! *wink*
I stand by this song, however, for ONE reason:
You can just TELL that this girlfriend is BARELY restraining herself, and is SERIOUSLY pissed off about... well, SOMETHING! ;)
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And now, as John Cleese of the renouned Monty Pythons would say, "And now for something COMPLETELY DIFFERENT!"
While searching for the above video on YouTube, I found this compelling alternative:
Wednesday, November 9, 2011
Me 2:
I took a break from filling out job applications to go outside for a bit, and met my friend and neighbor Jeff while he was out with his dog. I tried to explain the nervousness I felt when turning in an application for a job I FINALLY really, really want, but he was not terribly sympathetic.
Jeff: What are you afraid of?!? Once they meet you in person, they'll SEE you're the one for the job. They'll be able to understand all of those things you can't put down on paper.
Me: Like WHAT?!?
Jeff: Come on. You are RIDICULOUS when it comes to meeting new people. It’s like, you can walk in to 7-Eleven, for God’s sake, not knowing anyone, and come out saying, “Hey, Tim! How are your kids doing?”
Me: Okay, you’re being a smart ass, but maybe you have a point…
;)
Jeff: What are you afraid of?!? Once they meet you in person, they'll SEE you're the one for the job. They'll be able to understand all of those things you can't put down on paper.
Me: Like WHAT?!?
Jeff: Come on. You are RIDICULOUS when it comes to meeting new people. It’s like, you can walk in to 7-Eleven, for God’s sake, not knowing anyone, and come out saying, “Hey, Tim! How are your kids doing?”
Me: Okay, you’re being a smart ass, but maybe you have a point…
;)
Me 1:
Okay. I know this song is trite, and was WAY over-played for awhile. Additionally, while I used to LOVE "Dave Matthews Band" back in the day, I acknowledge that, in recent years, it seems likely that Dave Matthews was abducted by aliens and replaced by a cyborg who seems to produce nothing but CRAP.
Nonetheless, I STILL love this song. Primarily for its rad music video:
Some of you may recognize the main character in this video as "Frank" from the show "30 Rock", played by the actor Judah Friedlander.
In any case, this poor fat guy wakes up in the morning and goes out in the world, and tries to get a little bit o' love from the people he meets there. In the beginning, he is rejected over and OVER again, but eventually... he finds what he is looking for. :)
My love-deprived inner fat kid LOVES this video... and I'll admit it: this song, too.
"Pick me up, love, from the bottom,
Up onto the top, love, everyday
Pay no minds to taunts or advances,
I'm gonna take my chances on everyday."
Nonetheless, I STILL love this song. Primarily for its rad music video:
Some of you may recognize the main character in this video as "Frank" from the show "30 Rock", played by the actor Judah Friedlander.
In any case, this poor fat guy wakes up in the morning and goes out in the world, and tries to get a little bit o' love from the people he meets there. In the beginning, he is rejected over and OVER again, but eventually... he finds what he is looking for. :)
My love-deprived inner fat kid LOVES this video... and I'll admit it: this song, too.
"Pick me up, love, from the bottom,
Up onto the top, love, everyday
Pay no minds to taunts or advances,
I'm gonna take my chances on everyday."
09OCT2011
For SOME strange reason, I woke up with a song by my ol' buddy David Jacobs-Strain in my head this morning. Sadly, the only online version at the 'mo is a short clip from "artistsdirect.com":
Liar s Day Say It to My Face by David Jacobs Strain @ ARTISTdirect.com
ROCKIN' song, David! ;)
Liar s Day Say It to My Face by David Jacobs Strain @ ARTISTdirect.com
ROCKIN' song, David! ;)
Truth 1:
As Mumford & Sons so eloquently put it:
"If only I had an enemy bigger than my apathy I could have won."
(From the song, "I Gave You All" on the album "Sigh No More")
A RAD photo of the band, used to advertise their performance in the "2011 New Orleans Jazz and Heritage Festival" held in (where else?) New Orleans, LA.
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Well?!?
This morning, I was working on a few job applications, and FINALLY found a posting that TRULY caught my eye. If I were to imagine what the "Powers that Be" (haha) would say to me right now, it would be this:
"Ask, and thou shall receive."
Because I wasn't sure of the PRECICE quotation, I performed the HIGHLY sacred ritual known as the almighty "Google Search", which returned (obviously) MANY results, but I like the following best:
Luke 11:9-10
9: And I say unto you, Ask, and it shall be given you; seek, and ye shall find; knock, and it shall be opened unto you.
10: For every one that asketh receiveth; and he that seeketh findeth; and to him that knocketh it shall be opened.
I take this to mean that all this "asketh"-ing and "seeketh"-ing shall eventually be rewarded?!? *laughing* I'm also hoping that the "it" referred to above is a DOOR or a WINDOW or some other similarly-elegant way "out of the box" that doesn't involve a SLEDGEHAMMER! Fingers crossed here, guys...
P.S. Perhaps, in the future, I should refer to these searches as "Google Seekeths"?!? *wink*
"If only I had an enemy bigger than my apathy I could have won."
(From the song, "I Gave You All" on the album "Sigh No More")
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Well?!?
This morning, I was working on a few job applications, and FINALLY found a posting that TRULY caught my eye. If I were to imagine what the "Powers that Be" (haha) would say to me right now, it would be this:
"Ask, and thou shall receive."
Because I wasn't sure of the PRECICE quotation, I performed the HIGHLY sacred ritual known as the almighty "Google Search", which returned (obviously) MANY results, but I like the following best:
Luke 11:9-10
9: And I say unto you, Ask, and it shall be given you; seek, and ye shall find; knock, and it shall be opened unto you.
10: For every one that asketh receiveth; and he that seeketh findeth; and to him that knocketh it shall be opened.
I take this to mean that all this "asketh"-ing and "seeketh"-ing shall eventually be rewarded?!? *laughing* I'm also hoping that the "it" referred to above is a DOOR or a WINDOW or some other similarly-elegant way "out of the box" that doesn't involve a SLEDGEHAMMER! Fingers crossed here, guys...
P.S. Perhaps, in the future, I should refer to these searches as "Google Seekeths"?!? *wink*
Me 2:
Thanks for making me smile, Jeff. Mostly, this day has been making me... scowl. ;) At least it's a Tom Petty-style, "Won't Back Down" scowl! I love the first line from that song:
"Well I won't back down. No I WON'T back down. You can stand me up at the GATES OF HELL but I won't back down."
Seriously, how BAD-ASS is that?!? Not even the gates of HELL could force Tom Petty to back down, so how sheepish would I feel if filling out JOB APPLICATIONS could make ME back down?!? ;)
Re-evaluating one's position is always a good thing, hehe...
"Well I won't back down. No I WON'T back down. You can stand me up at the GATES OF HELL but I won't back down."
Seriously, how BAD-ASS is that?!? Not even the gates of HELL could force Tom Petty to back down, so how sheepish would I feel if filling out JOB APPLICATIONS could make ME back down?!? ;)
Re-evaluating one's position is always a good thing, hehe...
Me 1:
I was just talking with my neighbor Jeff, and explaining to him my frustration with the fact that I never seem to get very much work done in the morning these days, DESPITE the fact that I am usually kind of a morning person. Instead, lately, I can ALWAYS seem to get things done at night, which results in me going to bed WAY later than I should...
Jeff: Well, you know what they say?
Me: What.
Jeff: Early to bed...
Me: Early to rise. Blah.
Jeff: ...Makes you stupid in the head and blind in the eyes?
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Baaahahaha!!! :)
Jeff: Well, you know what they say?
Me: What.
Jeff: Early to bed...
Me: Early to rise. Blah.
Jeff: ...Makes you stupid in the head and blind in the eyes?
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Baaahahaha!!! :)
Tuesday, November 8, 2011
08OCT2011
I woke up this morning and tried to get some work done, but kept wishing I could check myself BACK into NRBH...
For the SOLE REASON that I REALLY want a delicious Chicken Fried Steak, and have neither the means nor desire to make one for myself. LOL!!! ;D
For the SOLE REASON that I REALLY want a delicious Chicken Fried Steak, and have neither the means nor desire to make one for myself. LOL!!! ;D
30OCT2011
Okay, peeps. The reason I haven't written in days? Honestly?!?
It's because CVMBS at CSU requested last week that I write up a LETTER explaining EVERYTHING THAT HAS HAPPENED TO ME THIS SEMESTER!!!
Oh my dear God.
God: What is it this time?!?
Me: Hang on a second.
I haven't even GOTTEN to that around THIS place. They expect me to get at all that shit in less than three pages?!? ;D
HOWEVER. I just finished said document, naturally at the LAST possible minute (LOL!!!), and even sent it off in .pdf form. Because, honestly: Sending someone a WORD document instead of a .pdf is like LETTING THEM SEE YOU IN YER UNDERWEAR. ;)
And so, to follow that to its logical conclusion, I think it's about time I started talking about my ridiculous last few months. Hehe! Hold on to your hats, people. This could get a little bit... ROUGH.
LOL!
It's because CVMBS at CSU requested last week that I write up a LETTER explaining EVERYTHING THAT HAS HAPPENED TO ME THIS SEMESTER!!!
Oh my dear God.
God: What is it this time?!?
Me: Hang on a second.
I haven't even GOTTEN to that around THIS place. They expect me to get at all that shit in less than three pages?!? ;D
HOWEVER. I just finished said document, naturally at the LAST possible minute (LOL!!!), and even sent it off in .pdf form. Because, honestly: Sending someone a WORD document instead of a .pdf is like LETTING THEM SEE YOU IN YER UNDERWEAR. ;)
And so, to follow that to its logical conclusion, I think it's about time I started talking about my ridiculous last few months. Hehe! Hold on to your hats, people. This could get a little bit... ROUGH.
LOL!
27OCT2011
Before I came home to Eugene, I spent a fair bit of time with my Fort Collins crew watching the Baz Luhrman version of "Romeo + Juliet".
One of the things I hate MOST about William Shakespeare's play is that JUST as Juliet was coming back to life, Romeo decided to DRINK THE POISON INSTEAD OF WAIT FOR HER to raise her hand and show him that SHE'S NOT DEAD!
To me, it seems that he didn't want to fall in LOVE, but rather, only wanted someone to DIE FOR...
Shouldn't REAL LOVE be about finding someone you are willing to LIVE FOR, in the face of ALL OBSTACLES?!?
One of the things I hate MOST about William Shakespeare's play is that JUST as Juliet was coming back to life, Romeo decided to DRINK THE POISON INSTEAD OF WAIT FOR HER to raise her hand and show him that SHE'S NOT DEAD!
To me, it seems that he didn't want to fall in LOVE, but rather, only wanted someone to DIE FOR...
Shouldn't REAL LOVE be about finding someone you are willing to LIVE FOR, in the face of ALL OBSTACLES?!?
Monday, November 7, 2011
Eve 1:
Eve: Why is it so hard to get work done INSIDE on days like these? Why make the world so absolutely GORGEOUS if I have to stay inside and work on (seemingly) trivial matters?!? ARGH!!!
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After I got home from feeding Lucy, I was FULLY prepared to be a responsible adult, and stay inside working on my ever-growing "LIST OF THINGS TO DO" (insert "wrath-of-God" voice here). However... I hadn't included my neighbor Jeff in that equation. The fellow nearly bashed down my door, telling me that I MUST go outside, "OR ELSE!!!"
Because I REALLY didn't want to know what "OR ELSE" was, I (somewhat reluctantly) acceeded to his demands. Oh, AND he bribed me with coffee and a scone.
A perfect example of absolute EVIL taking HUMAN FORM here, people! ;) How was I supposed to say no?!? And yet... God, why am I ALWAYS glad that I listen to this dude? Haha.
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And so, after I sold my very SOUL for a latte and a cranberry-orange scone, we went romping around in the FOOT of snow over at the park. These photos are the result.
Heavy snowfall weighs down a few slender tree branches.
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I've always wondered what the purpose of this strange, wrought-iron "throne" was... until I FOUND IT! ;)
Here I am... embodying the spirit of either the "White Witch" Jadis, or the huntress Artemis from greek mythology with one of her white wolves. LOL! What a lofty comparison.
(Jeff doesn't seem to like photos AT ALL, but I FORCED him to take this one, with my OWN "OR ELSE!" ;)
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Snowy branches next to the small stream that runs by my apartment.
Some days, I just WISH I HAD one of these babies... granted, shooting all of life's problems in the face with a gigantic CANNON is a completely INELEGANT solution, but... STILL. ;)
Funshine bear looks over the balcony and waits for her mythical "True Love" to make an appearance...
(Wait, which Carebear is he?!? LOL!!!)
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After I got home from feeding Lucy, I was FULLY prepared to be a responsible adult, and stay inside working on my ever-growing "LIST OF THINGS TO DO" (insert "wrath-of-God" voice here). However... I hadn't included my neighbor Jeff in that equation. The fellow nearly bashed down my door, telling me that I MUST go outside, "OR ELSE!!!"
Because I REALLY didn't want to know what "OR ELSE" was, I (somewhat reluctantly) acceeded to his demands. Oh, AND he bribed me with coffee and a scone.
A perfect example of absolute EVIL taking HUMAN FORM here, people! ;) How was I supposed to say no?!? And yet... God, why am I ALWAYS glad that I listen to this dude? Haha.
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And so, after I sold my very SOUL for a latte and a cranberry-orange scone, we went romping around in the FOOT of snow over at the park. These photos are the result.
Heavy snowfall weighs down a few slender tree branches.
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I've always wondered what the purpose of this strange, wrought-iron "throne" was... until I FOUND IT! ;)
Here I am... embodying the spirit of either the "White Witch" Jadis, or the huntress Artemis from greek mythology with one of her white wolves. LOL! What a lofty comparison.
(Jeff doesn't seem to like photos AT ALL, but I FORCED him to take this one, with my OWN "OR ELSE!" ;)
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Snowy branches next to the small stream that runs by my apartment.
Some days, I just WISH I HAD one of these babies... granted, shooting all of life's problems in the face with a gigantic CANNON is a completely INELEGANT solution, but... STILL. ;)
Funshine bear looks over the balcony and waits for her mythical "True Love" to make an appearance...
(Wait, which Carebear is he?!? LOL!!!)
26OCT2011
I woke up this morning to see that the world was WHITE. Unlike in Guster's lovely song "What You Wish For" from the album "Lost and Gone Forever":
Today, the world was painted WHITE for me, not gray! The FOOT of snow out and the quiet crackle of branches snapping under the weight of the snow made me feel like the world was made anew... for me. :)
I had to go over to the Ex's and let Lucy out, but we both QUICKLY realized that the beauty of the snow masked the clear and present danger of LARGE FALLING BRANCHES!!! That's the problem with all of the Black Cottonwood trees in my ex-backyard... those things are NOT built to last. Kind of like he and I, despite giving it a 5 1/2 year go at it. *laughing regretfully* Our relationship was a COLD place to try and PARK YOUR ASS, sort of like the picture below:
Lucy doesn't seem TOO concerned, but I'm sure she's simply hiding her growing concern about the dangers associated with her constant tendancy to hit her head against said trees... right?!? ;)
Today, the world was painted WHITE for me, not gray! The FOOT of snow out and the quiet crackle of branches snapping under the weight of the snow made me feel like the world was made anew... for me. :)
I had to go over to the Ex's and let Lucy out, but we both QUICKLY realized that the beauty of the snow masked the clear and present danger of LARGE FALLING BRANCHES!!! That's the problem with all of the Black Cottonwood trees in my ex-backyard... those things are NOT built to last. Kind of like he and I, despite giving it a 5 1/2 year go at it. *laughing regretfully* Our relationship was a COLD place to try and PARK YOUR ASS, sort of like the picture below:
Lucy doesn't seem TOO concerned, but I'm sure she's simply hiding her growing concern about the dangers associated with her constant tendancy to hit her head against said trees... right?!? ;)
Me 2:
I JUST found a pack of "Oreos" that my EX-roomie somehow didn't get to... Bwahahahaha!!! ;) I suppose that's what comes of keeping things on high shelves: They're out of REACH for some people. Heh heh heh... I feel like a wicked WITCH right now! Where are my black and white striped socks...?!? Heh.
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Apart from the gift of Oreos straight from HEAVEN ITSELF, Fort Collins also had its first real snowfall of the year tonight. I'm not sure why, but it made me think of that Postal Service Song, "The District Sleeps Alone Tonight":
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Apart from the gift of Oreos straight from HEAVEN ITSELF, Fort Collins also had its first real snowfall of the year tonight. I'm not sure why, but it made me think of that Postal Service Song, "The District Sleeps Alone Tonight":
Wednesday, November 2, 2011
Me 1:
A variation on the same theme:
OKAY. This is pretty damn unrelated to the current situation with my EX-roommate and FRIEND (and yes, I, at least, STILL consider him my friend), but... I mean, I tell you what, WOW.
Yay for angry AND hilarious women!!! There isn't an open-mouthed wink emoticon big enough for this:
Knuckles United: "The Digital Fistbump for All Mankind" - Hell Hath No Fury Like a Woman Scorned
A PRIME example from this collection of photographs:
please, Please, PLEASE look at the rest of them!!! ;D
OKAY. This is pretty damn unrelated to the current situation with my EX-roommate and FRIEND (and yes, I, at least, STILL consider him my friend), but... I mean, I tell you what, WOW.
Yay for angry AND hilarious women!!! There isn't an open-mouthed wink emoticon big enough for this:
Knuckles United: "The Digital Fistbump for All Mankind" - Hell Hath No Fury Like a Woman Scorned
A PRIME example from this collection of photographs:
please, Please, PLEASE look at the rest of them!!! ;D
25OCT2011
Boy, this thing has been getting dusty over the past few days... *blows dust off* :)
Time to play "catch up", my LEAST favortite game: In life, in Vet school, and otherwise! Haha.
The SOLE reason is that I walked into the EYE OF A HURRICANE when I came back to Fort Collins! Here's me, thinking everything was going to be sunshine and rainbows, everything "hunky dory", and then.... WHEW.
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Can't wait to get back to telling this RIDICULOUS story, which will push your limit of credulity, but first, a quote from my neighbor Jeff:
"NEVER get in the way of a woman on a mission."
As Joseph-Broseph would say, "Too right."
And then, one from ME.
As the playwright William Congreve so succinctly said:
"Heaven has no rage like love to hatred turned, nor Hell a fury like a woman scorned..."
This line from "The Mourning Bride" is often paraphrased (for once) PERFECTLY as:
"Hell hath NO FURY like a WOMAN SCORNED."
And take note, there are MANY different types of "scorn", RAY HAMILTON... grrrrrr...
;)
Time to play "catch up", my LEAST favortite game: In life, in Vet school, and otherwise! Haha.
The SOLE reason is that I walked into the EYE OF A HURRICANE when I came back to Fort Collins! Here's me, thinking everything was going to be sunshine and rainbows, everything "hunky dory", and then.... WHEW.
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Can't wait to get back to telling this RIDICULOUS story, which will push your limit of credulity, but first, a quote from my neighbor Jeff:
"NEVER get in the way of a woman on a mission."
As Joseph-Broseph would say, "Too right."
And then, one from ME.
As the playwright William Congreve so succinctly said:
"Heaven has no rage like love to hatred turned, nor Hell a fury like a woman scorned..."
This line from "The Mourning Bride" is often paraphrased (for once) PERFECTLY as:
"Hell hath NO FURY like a WOMAN SCORNED."
And take note, there are MANY different types of "scorn", RAY HAMILTON... grrrrrr...
;)
24OCT2011
Last Friday, I had lunch with my ex-boyfriend. This meeting was, at least on my part, completely platonic, and carefully planned and executed to prevent any kind of potential awkwardness. I KNOW I don’t have to explain this… Ya’ll know what I’m talking about. ;) Nonetheless, I was still prepared for ANY eventuality, and therefore, came dressed in full battle armor and war paint. (= a bad-ass outfit and eyeliner + mascara) ;)
The ultimate purpose of our meeting was purportedly to discuss the possibility of me caring for my "Ex-Dog" and "Ex-Cat" for about a week while he went elk hunting, in exchange for a nominal fee. I was both grateful for his offer and reluctant to accept, as I have BADLY needed any source of capital I can get my hands on, and yet disliked the idea of going back to my "Ex-House" for a half-hour TWICE A DAY. Hmmmm... Practicality triumphs over personal reservations YET AGAIN. ;)
The saddest part about going back to this place?!? By far?!? It wasn’t seeing my old house, my old bedroom, my/OUR old things (many of which are still scattered around the place, held in that weird ownership-limbo)… It was seeing my “EX-PETS”. The first, my “ex-dog”, is a yellow Labrador named Lucy. Technically, she clearly “belongs” to my ex, but because he purchased her a scant 2-3 months after we began our relationship, she has always (effectively) been MY dog, too.
Despite my non-existent formal “ownership”, Lucy was nearly DELERIOUS with glee the first morning I stopped by the house to feed her and let her out. It had been almost a month and a half since I had seen her last. To be honest, her extreme reaction led me to believe that her adorable, tiny little yellow-lab brain had probably chalked me up for dead. ;)
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Nota bene (n.b.): If I was more like Lucy, i.e. a “Yellow Lab” girlfriend, instead of a more complicated “mutt”, things might have worked out between me and the ex-boyfriend. ;)
The ultimate purpose of our meeting was purportedly to discuss the possibility of me caring for my "Ex-Dog" and "Ex-Cat" for about a week while he went elk hunting, in exchange for a nominal fee. I was both grateful for his offer and reluctant to accept, as I have BADLY needed any source of capital I can get my hands on, and yet disliked the idea of going back to my "Ex-House" for a half-hour TWICE A DAY. Hmmmm... Practicality triumphs over personal reservations YET AGAIN. ;)
The saddest part about going back to this place?!? By far?!? It wasn’t seeing my old house, my old bedroom, my/OUR old things (many of which are still scattered around the place, held in that weird ownership-limbo)… It was seeing my “EX-PETS”. The first, my “ex-dog”, is a yellow Labrador named Lucy. Technically, she clearly “belongs” to my ex, but because he purchased her a scant 2-3 months after we began our relationship, she has always (effectively) been MY dog, too.
Despite my non-existent formal “ownership”, Lucy was nearly DELERIOUS with glee the first morning I stopped by the house to feed her and let her out. It had been almost a month and a half since I had seen her last. To be honest, her extreme reaction led me to believe that her adorable, tiny little yellow-lab brain had probably chalked me up for dead. ;)
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Nota bene (n.b.): If I was more like Lucy, i.e. a “Yellow Lab” girlfriend, instead of a more complicated “mutt”, things might have worked out between me and the ex-boyfriend. ;)
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