Xanga-December 29, 2005

Okay, enough with the pictures.
My mom and dad have got greedy and got a lawyer for my accident. I seriously am ready to tell him to stop and just accept the poor offer from the insurance company. I didn't get hurt. The insurance company is paying off my car loan and then I'll have some money to spare, too, even if the amount wasn't exactly what I would of liked. I found a new car and am ready to go. But having a lawyer is going to drag this out longer. I am seriously stressing, havn't been able to sleep and have been sick about it. I am so fed up!
I have been working a lot lately,too. But it hasn't been bothering me. YET. My boss gave me a raise. He does this every time I am ready to quit. And now he is thinking about putting me more full time in the health market which I like so that will be cool. I also found out that there is no way that the old garden center manager is coming back. So if I can hold out till the spring and as long as they open the position up to everyone (they should have to but Hy-Vee doesn't exactly do things correctly), I am totally putting in for it and hoping to get it. But if the dairy farm has a full time position-I guess I'd rather work out there.
Christmas was good. Both my brothers called. I got some very domestic things-a vacuum, pots, and an ironing board. There was some underwear, bracelets, magazines, books and other assorted things too. But no puppy. Maybe this summer.
I am reading this book about human-animal relationships. Its really interesting and I will post the notes and main points when I get around to it.


Well, let's begin this with some pictures.
This is my car post-accident. DON'T LOOK, JOE!


And me being sad or something about it:

And here's a cute picture of Tinkerbell in the snow:

And seriously, did you think you'd get away with a picture entry without a picture of Marty Casey? Because you shouldn't have.
And you might wonder what's going on with Marty Casey? Well, I'll tell you. He's going on tour with INXS this winter. He is still with his band the Lovehammers except now its Marty Casey and Lovehammers. They are putting out a CD on January 24th, which would make a nice birthday present for someone (hint, hint) since she won't stoop low enough to buy it for herself without actually listening to the whole thing first. The tour will be in STL at (sigh) the Family Arena on Feb.1st and in KC on the 2nd. Here is the website if anyone cares: http://www.lovehammers.com

[EDIT-originally published to Blogger-12/24/11]

Xanga-December 21, 2005

Xanga-December 16, 2005

So I really, really should be studying for this geology final that I need a 94% on to get an A in the class but alas, I am not. I'll make this quick-
Monday was the best day I've had for a long time. I woke up late and instantly called my mom. We had a good talk and then I went to work at the ASRC. I ground feed and rocked out in isolation. Then I had some ice cream, sold a book for $43, bought some art supplies and went home. Than night I talked to Joe and just was happy.
So Tuesday could possibly be the worst day ever-but secretly I think I've had worse that didn't involve trips to the ER. Anyway, I was going to shadow the veterinarian in Centralia feeling guilty that I didn't last week simply because I was lazy and it was cold. I drove down the hill to the stoplight and sat behind a car. The light turned green and I proceeded through the intersection. The next thing I know is that I am screaming and air bags are deploying! I got hit by a cement truck! After quickly accounting for my body parts and overall well being, I turned off the car, put it in park and looked around the truck to make sure that I hadn't ran a red light-no, still green. So there I was, sitting in my mangled car with a terrible headache since I hit my head on the door and a stinging cheek from a bitch slap from the air bag. Some lady-her name is Betty-asked me if I was okay and called 911. I was fine. Then another lady who was a nurse stopped and she thought I was okay. She called 911. We waited in the intersection of Providence for 10-15 minutes! (Seriously, folks what if I had been on fire?!) In that time, not one, but TWO city cops drove past without stopping. Finally, Columbia's rent a cop showed up and I crawled out of my seat since there was no opening my door. Five to seven minutes after that two fire trucks and an ambulance showed up. The paramedics put me in a collar and on a backboard and took me to the hospital. There I waited for hours (all the while needing to pee like a racehorse) for my pregnancy test results (don't ask) so I could get x-rays of my neck and pelvis (since my hip hurt) and then for the x-rays to be read. They determined that I was okay to go and gave me prescriptions for pain killers, muscle relaxers and a pass for a taxi seeing as that I had no car. My mom came and spent the night with me-she takes up more of the bed than Joe does. I feel okay-still a little sore but overall okay. The insurance company is moving this along very quickly-I got a rental car yesterday. I would imagine I will have a decision if they are going to total out my car or fix it (secretly, I'm pretty sure she's a goner) by next week. Saturday after work I am going car shopping.
The average life span of a car in my hands is between 14 and 20 months. This was the third car that I have totaled. But only one was my fault. Both of these last ones were because people ran red lights.
NOW I HAVE TO STUDY!

[EDIT-Originally published to Blogger on 12/21/11]

Xanga-December 12, 2005

Xanga-December 8, 2005

You can blame the snow on me. Sunday night, I got the notion to make some snowflakes to decorate my house. And whenever I do that, it snows. That's right. I control the snow...but very little else.

[EDIT-Originally published to Blogger on 12/12/11]

Xanga-December 3, 2005

I am shrinking. Last year, I bought a pair of shoes that were size 7. Now you're probably thinking "So what?" So what? I wear size 7 1/2 perfectly. So perfectly that I rarely try on shoes...until I discovered that I am shrinking. The shoes that I bought a few weeks ago and am wearing now-size 6. WHAT THE HELL IS HAPPENING HERE!
One day, I am going to have a show pony or a modern Shetland and name it Opportunity Knocks.

[EDIT-Originally published to Blogger on 12/3/11]

Xanga-December 2, 2005

Well, here I am again, wasting some more time instead of studying.
I've been eating alot of food lately. I think that I am doing the same thing the cows do-eat more when its cold because you need the extra energy and eating more provides more heat of digestion. Baby, its cold outside.
I finished reading Love And Death a while ago and I have concluded that I would of liked to know Kurt Cobain as a person-not a celebrity. He seemed really interesting. Everyone take note of this so you can say that [I would of liked to know him] should I die within the next 15 years or so. This is especially true if I become famous-for dating someone famous (Joaquin Phoenix is high on my list as is Marty Casey), being an actress (haha!), an artist or a writer. Unfortunately, being an expert on dairy cattle won't make you well known outside of perhaps the animal science/veterinary medicine community. Anyhow, that aside, I have also concluded that I am 90% sure that Kurt Cobain was murdered. And if that is true-I am 95% sure that Courtney Love had something to do with it and it wasn't a random act of violence. And I am 75% sure that that bitch did it herself. Those percentages might be a little low.
And since I mentioned Mr.Casey, you didn't think that you would escape without a picture of him, did you?

[EDIT-Originally published to Blogger on 12/3/11]

Xanga-November 28, 2005

Thanksgiving Week 2005-
I stayed in Columbia most of the week and worked. Thursday morning, after the dairy farm, I went home for some turkey and other assorted food items. I was allowed to return to Columbia with the drumsticks. Both of them. One was consumed while standing over my kitchen sink, which is kind of boring since I have to look at the cabinets and dirty dishes. Before I came home on Friday, for the Friday afternoon feeding, my dad returned my coat and got me a smaller one.
Saturday was the Hy-Vee holiday party. Joe came down from St.Joe. (I am secretly CONVINCED that everyone in St.Joe has an accent and sounds the same.) He looked very nice and I had a good time-only made better by five drinks. There was some skanking and other assorted dancing. I didn't win any prizes as opposed to last year when I won a set of car wax-promptly regifted to my brother at Christmas. Overall, it was a good time. Sunday, Joe and I went to the movies and then had Cici's All You Can Eat for Only $3.99 Pizza before I went to work. Boring.
Today, I fell asleep in my first class. Tonight, I have to work till 12. Tomorrow-maybe shadowing the vet? Who knows. I've sortof fallen down on that here lately.
MOVIE REVIEWS-
'RENT'-maybe its because I'm from Missouri and never have even been to New York, but while enjoyable the movie wasn't exactly what I expected. It was pretty overly dramatic. There was ALOT of singing. I know its a musical but I thought it was like The Wizard of Oz or a Disney movie with some singing. Anyway, overall, I'd give it a B, for heart. But can you really go a year without paying rent? I guess in New York you can!
'Walk The Line'-Johnny Cash had some demons and battled them. He sang some. He drank some. He took some pills-though they never said what kind. He womanized and divorced his wife leaving her and two or three daughters. He finally wore down June Carter and convinced her to marry him. He recorded an album at a prison! I give this movie an A! Joaquin Phonix is a hottie! " 'What's with all the black? Its like you're going to a funeral.' 'Maybe I am."

[EDIT-Originally posted to Blogger on 11/27/11]

Xanga-November 21, 2005

This weekend was filled with old school merriment. Saturday night just me and Frei and Martha hung out. Then on Sunday, it was us and Amie for a vegitarian potluck. It was just like in the dorms minus Bizzaro Leslie. I loved it.
I saw Jarhead on Sunday. It was well done. Martha said that she didn't want to see it with me because (I might have this wrong) my pro-soldier views conflict with her anti-war ones. (Feel free to correct this Martha, but don't get huffy. I'm not trying to pick a fight.) I'm not pro-war by any means but some people should be more considerate when talking about the soldiers like they had a choice to go to some god-forsaken desert. And in particular when your friends brother is over there. There I said it Martha, it bothers me when you make seemingly 'anti-soldier' comments, even though you claim that they are not. Sorry if this seems like a personal attack.

[EDIT-Originally posted to Blogger on 11/26/11]

Xanga-November 18, 2005

Today, they played a joke on me at the dairy farm. They left a note saying to wear the dusk mask. I did. But after like a couple of minutes, I took it off because I couldn't breathe and it was hurting my nose. Why would you tell me to do this? No one was even there to laugh at me.
Yesterday, I took a nap before I went to work. It was noticeably colder in my house when I woke up. So I played with the thermostat. Nothing. My pilot light in my heater had gone out. So I went to work with the hope that it would be fixed on my return though some use of the fairy godmother of furnaces. It wasn't. I was too scared to try to light it myself-I don't like exploding houses, quite frankly. I called my dad. My mom talked me out of going to spend the night with Frei and I was cold all night. This morning after I came home from work, I lit it by myself. I figured I would try before calling the landlord. I guess I am the fairy godmother of furnaces after all.

[EDIT-Originally published to Blogger on 11/20/11]

Xanga-November 16, 2005

It looks like I will be staying in Columbia at least through May. That's what I have decided right now for the moment and my landlord is going to extend my lease.
I admire men (esp. young ones) that can grow a full beard. If I was a man,  I would grow a beard. This made me wonder what I would look like as the male verison of myself. Unfortunatly, I wouldn't look like a male Leslie but more like my brothers. That's kind of disappointing. And if I hadn't joined the military but was doing the whole animal science thing, would I still have the same personality (that leads to my traits)? i.e would I still have the same shaggy curly brown haircut as a boy or would it be short? Would I pour myself into boots, wranglers and plaid shirts and ball caps everyday? Who would this male-Leslie be? Would my name still be Leslie?
This also connects to my thoughts this morning when I was in my insulated overalls and sock cap-Can anyone tell that I am a girl? I virtually have no chest  (except maybe in the junior mints t-shirt...) and have none in my overalls. My hair is short for a girl and long for a boy but is hidden under a hat. But I decided that you could tell if you were close enough or saw me walk-girls walk differently than guys and its been concluded that I do indeed walk like a girl.

[EDIT-Originally published to Blogger on 11/20/11]

Xanga-November 14, 2005

Yesterday, I went and got coffee with my friend, Katie, that used to work at Hy-Vee. As I was walking into the Memorial Union, I saw a squirrel that was eating something rather large. I looked closer and it was eating a bird! An f-ing bird! Of course, this panicked me. And the following was much more animated as I relayed it to my friend-If squirrels are eating birds now what next? Its going to be cats, then large dogs, then ponies and people! I think that the squirrels on campus need to get naturally selected out! Its only a matter of time before they are eating us! And I hope, that was a dead bird that the squirrel was eating because if he caught it...Birds, even robins, are fast and I don't even want to think about what would happen if the bird was caught by the squirrel.
So this weekend was fun. I don't really need to go into details because anyone that knows what I am talking about probably has already heard the full story from multiple sources.
I love the po-po. I parked at a parking meter this morning but lost track of time and when I went out to my car there was an MU Police Officer putting a ticket on the windshield. I was like 'Aww, man.' He looked up and asked if that was my car and then after I said yes why it was flashing 00. I said because I lost track of time. Then he said because I was there now, he'd void the ticket! Yea! Normally, MU PD are assholes. Yea!
I hate when I work at the dairy on the weekends because there is something that messes with me when I have to feed on a Sunday morning and then again on a Monday morning. Its like my body and head say 'wait, you only do this every other day'. So normally, Monday when the alarm goes off I am confused by the time and what day of the week it is. Last week, it messed with my entire week-everyday. This week, I didn't have to work at the dairy farm but hardly worked at the Vee either so when the alarm went off this morning I had the same confused reaction.


[EDIT-Originally published to Blogger on 11/14/11]

Xanga-November 11, 2005

I know that this day is only going to turn out with me sleeping in several if not all of my classes. I fell asleep in my 9am with Dr. Fangman from the vet school lecturing. Whatever. No one works as much as I do.
We (I should say 'they' because I had no part in such nonsense.) decorated for Christmas at Hy-Vee already. I hate it. I'm not in the mood yet. And the other thing-they had pictures of last year and made it look exactly the same. I should be in charge! I'm creative!
Eat your heart out Weird Al! You'd better watch your back because I am a lyrical genius! (Emily knows what I am talking about.)
"Wake Me Up When Thanksgiving Ends"(to the tune of  "Wake Me Up When September Ends")
Dinner has come and passed
The turkey can never last
Wake me up when Thanksgiving ends
Like my father's gas has passed
Seven courses have gone so fast
Wake me up when Thanksgiving ends
Here comes the potatoes again
Falling on my tie
Drenched in gravy again
Becoming Roseanne Barr
As my stomach rests
But never forgets what I ate
Wake me up when Thanksgiving ends
Dinner has come and passed
The stuffing can never last
Wake me up when Thanksgiving ends
Ring the dinner bell again
Like we did when it began
Wake me up when Thanksgiving ends
Here comes the parade again
Balloons in the sky
Drenched in gravy again
Becoming Roseanne Barr
As my stomach rests
But never forgets what I ate
Wake me up when Thanksgiving ends
Dinner has come and passed
Pumpkin pie can never last
Wake me up when Thanksgiving ends
Like my father's gas has passed
Twenty servings have gone so fast
Wake me up when Thanksgiving ends
Wake me up when Thanksgiving ends
Wake me up when Thanksgiving ends


[EDIT-Originally published to Blogger on 11/14/11]

Xanga-November 9, 2005

I needed some Rockstar: INXS refreshment. This is Mig and his pants are way too low.

[EDIT-Originally published to Blogger on 11/14/11]

Xanga-November 9, 2005

I fell asleep in my 9am class for the second time in a row. I plan on falling asleep in many more of my classes today too. I feel I just need to be honest about it.
The bus I was riding to campus this morning died on the way up the hill. Great. But I wasn't late.

[EDIT-Originally published to Blogger on 11/14/11]

Xanga-November 3, 2005

This morning my geology lab went on a field trip to Rock Bridge State Park. Here is a picture of Devil's Icebox. It was a good field trip. I told Hot Ethan (the TA) that it had a lot to live up to-meaning the dairy farm trip to Fulton last year and the PSF trip too. I told him in the end it beat the dairy farm but not the PSF trip.
Yesterday in astronomy, when I fell asleep I had a dream about my little brother. I dreamt that he had been badly hurt in Iraq. (Actually, he is in Kuwait, not Iraq anymore.) It was so bad that when I woke up I wanted to talk to my mom to see if she had heard from him. This morning, after I had e-mailed her about it, she e-mailed me back and said that some female officer had commited suicide (apparently) and that Jerry was pretty upset about it because he worked with her. Alot of people he said were going in for mental evaluations and he took them to the hospital. Here is the Department Of Defense's official press release http://www.defenselink.mil/releases/2005/nr20051030-5004.html  War sucks.

[EDIT-Originally published to Blogger-11/6/11]

Xanga-November 2, 2005

Well, I should of known it would be a bad day when I forgot to put on my watch. I am totally dependant on my watch. And then randomly, even though I had been up already for 4 hours, my neck started to hurt. Then a horrendous nutrition test.
So now for my take on the weekend (minus pictures because I don't actually have them and you'll have to take my word for it. Or consult Erica, Frei or Justin's posts (when and if Justin gets around to it))
As Frei said, after getting a late start (caused by the needing to turn in vet school applications and taking of quizzes), Frei and I crossed the state in our confessional to Larry, KS (where MU would later be slaughtered on the football field. Yea! I hate MU!). The show was great-very old school in the lack of people there! I drank which only seemed to enhance the show. I danced like a fool! I had never heard the opera played in its entirety. And it is epic to say the least. I had my doubts when first hearing the CD as I voiced them to Convy and Andrew but they blew them away Friday night.
Saturday was spent like a bunch of fourth graders making things from construction paper and crepe paper. (Orange bats?! Black ghosts!? Absurd!) I believe I was mocked at some point for the amount of ghosts I was making, but four seems to be the perfect number. Then we partied hard. I showed some major skin as Paris Hilton thanks to Erica who cut off my modest skirt into something more slutty. I met some new people and made some new friends...some of you know what I am talking about. I was totally Paris in most respects-my dress, my alcohol consumption, how I made friends...whatever. There was also an awesome Fall Out Boy sing-along. I loved it!
And then Sunday we drove home. And I didn't get to sleep as early as I would of liked to thanks to Bryan. Bah!
Thanks to MU not letting me print anything on Monday-I completely failed a food science quiz. And now you know why I hate you, Mizzou.
And did you know that the plural of oasis is oases? I didn't either because I assumed oasis to be like deer or fish and already plural but it was on my geology slides like that, I swear.


[EDIT-Originally, published to Blogger on 11/2/11]

Xanga-October 27, 2005

Mizzou won't let me fucking print anything! But I visited the tech guys (nerds, all of them, but my heroes) and they printed what I needed to for my application for vet school. Granted only one copy but still... and this brings me to my next point. My essays for my application are too fucking long! I can't figure out how to make them any shorter without losing all of the important stuff! How do you fit your experiences into 37 lines of 80 characters each! Its impossible. And then once you type it in (or copy and paste), its reformated and then too long! All along they tell us to fill the space, fill the space and now that I did, I did too much. Fuck!
And playing with your bra in the computer lab makes it come undone. Needless to say, I've got to go.

[EDIT-Originally, published to Blogger on 11/2/11]

Xanga-October 26, 2005

Today, I was told the disappointing news that some people don't get into vet school when they apply. And that some people shouldn't even be applying. I don't know why that bums me out esp. since I was so close to getting in last year. But it does. Maybe its because my application isn't done. Thursday and Friday I swear! Frei, we are not leaving Columbia until I submit it and hand in my money! I mean it. Make me do it!
Off to sleepy town...umm...I mean studying in the library for my test. Whatever.

[EDIT-Originally, published to Blogger on 11/2/11]

Xanga-October 24, 2005

I went home this weekend for a pony club meeting. Anyway, Friday night I had to work liquor till midnight and then on Saturday have to be at work at 6am since I had (I assumed) told them that I'd work the morning so I could go home. So like 6:30, my boss was like 'Leslie, were you here at 6?' And I told him that I might of been a few minutes late. He said that 6-10 was for that night, which makes so much more sense but obviously I am dumb. But he said it was cool because someone called in and I had wanted off. Then I drove home to get into my mom's car and ride to Springfield, Illinois. We had a meeting, I made a motion that got passed and am on a committee. Take that vet school application, which I swore I would work on today but alas will not! On Sunday, we had dinner with my grandparents and my mom bought me some groceries. She bought me some clothes too.
Today, as I was walking through Lowry Mall, there was all of this craziness. The Cotton people were there giving away things. I never partake in free give-a-ways like this because I have no patience to stand in line for a t-shirt as cool as it may be. And Cotton? Come on! I don't see it as the fabric of winter in Missouri. Maybe wool. Or gortex?
Also today, there were people sidewalk chalking at like 10am! I guess that's one way to do it-in the middle of a crowded campus instead of sneaking around like a ninja at night only to get caught.
I am supremely excited for Friday and Saturday.

[EDIT-Originally, published to Blogger on 10/24/11]

Xanga-October 20, 2005

Today, in my geology lab we had a quiz on which we had to identify 10 minerals and rocks. I didn't do too great. After class, my TA (Hot Ethan, as I like to call him) stopped me and asked me how I did. Was this because I was the last one out? Was this because I have normally answered some questions? Or was this for some other yet to be determined reason?
I busted up my knuckle yesterday at the dairy farm. It looks like I decked someone, which is what I am going to tell people happened. And I bled some cows! That was fun. Some poor cows suffered at my inexperienced hands.
Isn't it sad that the Cardinals lost? And it rained really, really hard last night much to my surprise.

[EDIT-Originally, published to Blogger on 10/24/11]

Xanga-October 17, 2005

This morning as I went to the dairy farm to feed the cows there were three deer laying down asleep in my yard. They woke up and looked at me like I'd look at you if I was woken up by a large, loud human.      They (or some other three) were still there when I came home.

[EDIT-Originally, published to Blogger on 10/24/11]

Xanga-October 16, 2005

I have been pretty busy and havn't made any real updates-just some misc. notes from food science and pictures of  Marty (my future husband!) Anyway, I am working at the dairy farm again (in addtion to Hy-Vee) on a reaseach project. I feed cows on Monday and Friday mornings at 6 and on Wednesdays I take milk samples at 4 and then feed when I am done. I work the occasional weekend too. Nothing else is really going on. Had some tests, am putting off studying for others, really, really need to work on my vet school application.
I am very excited about Erica's party. I am going as Paris Hilton and I'm not going to lie-its going to be hot. That's Hot! And today, I wore the blond wig for way too long.
I have also began feeding the deer of Columbia. I put cracked corn in my yard and I put out a salt block. Its a deer sancuary as long as they don't mind me screaming at them when they scare me, which happens more often than you might think. There are multiple deer everyday or so.
Can I just say that I find the following very, very funny. Because honestly, did she really think that she'd be the only one with that idea? Obviously, she wouldn't be because I had it too...I am willing to bet that there will be multiple 'broken brides', dinosaurs, devils and probably many people who think its clever to be 'The Travler'.:
'I can't use my Halloween costume anymore. Someone mentioed it on the Ludo Message boards, so people will assume I either got the idea from there, or more than one person will do it. I'm pissed because I REALLY loved that idea, and Tim seemed pretty excited about it. It just makes me sad. Now I have no idea what to do. I'll probably go in normal clothes. Which sucks.'

[EDIT-Originally published to Blogger on 10/16/11.]

Xanga-October 13, 2005

Straight from my food science notes:
Acceptable levels of filth
-chocolate-< 5 rodent hairs
-coffee beans- <11% insect infested
-mushrooms- <21 maggots per 100 grams
-peanut butter- 30 insect fragments per 100 grams
-tomato paste- 30 fly eggs
Makes me hungry!

[EDIT-Originally published to Blogger on 10/16/11.]

Xanga-October 12, 2005

This picture is for Martha. I just looked at it really close for the first time today. I thought earlier-'Hmmm...Marty is putting on eyeliner.' Then today I look at it and I'm like 'Oh my god! There are three arms in this picture!' But then I realized someone is putting eyeliner on Marty and he's not doing it himself. I heart you Mr.Casey!
[EDIT-Originally published to Blogger on 10/16/11.]

Xanga-October 10, 2005

I THINK WE ALL NEEDED THAT!

[EDIT-Originally published to Blogger on 10/16/11.]

Xanga-October 7, 2005

Ode to Soda
oh, soda! your sweet nectar brings me such joy!
where would I be without high fructose corn syrup,
phosphoric acid and tiny bubbles
forget diet, give me all the sugar you got
a dollar? mere pennies for the joy...

I'm pretty tired. I've got to admit though, while I thought I hated my new job working on Dr. Spain's research project, I really like it. Its not particularly hard and now that I've figured out the Rissler's (no broken ribs today!), its getting much better. Getting up at 5:20 AM sucks, but 3:20 sucks worse. I didn't know that I was in charge of milk samples too.

[EDIT-Originally published to Blogger on 10/16/11.]

Xanga-October 3, 2005

The United States Postal Service is a scam. Do you realize that if they don't have mail for you they don't have to stop at your box even if the little red flag that states 'there is a rent check in here to be mailed' is up? Its true. I called to complain and was told such. This wasn't the first time that the USPS has screwed me over. Fuck the mail.

[EDIT-Originally published to Blogger on October 3, 2011.]

Xanga-September 30, 2005

Well-there's not much to share.
Monday-I worked. After work (midnight), I went to MU campus to do some sidewalk chalking and totally got caught! I was terrified-deer in the headlights scared! I ran and then settled down for some more brief Ludo oriented messages.
Tuesday-I slept to nearly 11! And then went to Cici's All You Can Eat for only $3.99! with Frei and Amie and Brandy and Jessica from the vet school. That was really good times. Then I went and slept some more. Then I watched TV (yes, including The Biggest Loser) and did some reading.
Wednesday-I student charged my copy of the epic, epic 'Broken Bride'. I have listened to it probably 6 times to date. And I am still crying. And trying to get people from work to go and get it.
Thursday-I finished the epically terrible poultry diet and don't remember doing much else. Working I guess.
Today-already ate at Chic-Fil-A. My stomach hurts-I think it was from the soda.

[EDIT-Originally published to Blogger on October 3, 2011.]

Xanga-September 26, 2005

Today, I rejected two people that I went to high school with as friends on facebook. As much as part of me thought 'you're really going to come off as a bitch for being hung up in the past' another part of me was glad that I did and managed to tell them that they made high school suck for me.
Work sucks. Somehow I managed to put together another 37 hour week this week.
I hate my boss since I have to work Friday and can't go to the Ludo show. But alas, its not all because of work. I also have a bad feeling about this show-not as in its going to be attacked by terrorists but as in that I don't think I'll have a good time. But I'm going to miss the normal after-show romp on the Arch grounds.
And now for a Rockstar:INXS picture! (Expect them often!) Lovely Marty!

[EDIT-Originally published to Blogger on October 3, 2011.]

Xanga-September 21, 2005

So last night was the finale of Rockstar:INXS, so this will be my finale of updates! Despite last week's difficulty, this week I had no problems with the TV, VCR or weather. They brought out all of the old people that had already been kicked off to remind us how many had gone before and how much I hated/missed some of them. Mig, Marty and JD all got to choose one song and sing it. Marty choose to sing Pink Floyd's 'Wish You Were Here' which he had already done several times very well. However, I don't think that song represents who he is. Then they eliminated someone-alas it was Mig! Then JD and Marty got to sing an INXS song with the band playing it. Both did very, very well. And then they announced that JD would be the new singer of INXS. Poor Marty, but I secretly didn't want him to win because I am content to keep him a secret. One would think that being on TV would make you not a secret but I don't think that very many people at all watched this show. Some other things-the last three guys all got Honda Civics. What a rockstar car! I think that Marty may be guilty of wearing eyeliner. My boss, Mark Dodds, watched this show intently as well. He fully expected Marty to win. I kinda did too but was hoping for Mig because JD was an ass and I wanted Marty in my pocket. Now every time I hear an INXS song at Hy-Vee, I'll cry a little tear for Marty. They were discussing the show on the radio this morning and I called and gave my take on it. I was on the radio-good times! INXS offered Marty the chance to go on tour as an opening act. However, I am wondering if this means as a solo act with the house band or with his band, The Lovehammers, from Chicago. Marry me Marty!
Last night, for having a test in geology today, I watched way too much TV. I watch (in addition to Rockstar:INXS) My Name Is Earl, which was pretty good. And I also watched The Biggest Loser, right after I had a hamburger, Sonic-size fry and Sonic-size coke from Sonic. And then I went on a guilt trip for a while. If I wasn't such a strong willed person, such an event (for the second week in a row) would of sent me to vomit the fast food up. But I am strong willed and why would I do that to perfectly good food?
Last Friday, I got my hair cut. Its very short.
Also last Friday, I went to Smoker. I had a good time-had four beers and was home (thanks to Amie) by 10:30. I can't wait till next year!
Somehow, the cold that I had been fighting to ward off for like a week and a half gained a foot hold on me and I was sick on Saturday and Sunday. By Monday, though, I was better.
Last week I had a food science test on Monday. On Friday, I had an astronomy test. In food science on Friday, the teacher announced the names of everyone that got a 100% or above. There are about 400 people in this class. My name was one of them because I had got a 100%. He wanted us to come down to the front of the room and get a certificate for free ice cream. While normally, I wouldn't pass on the chance for free ice cream, I wasn't about to embarrass myself either. No one went up. I would of if someone else had. Then Monday, we got back our astronomy tests. I got a 100% on that too! WOW! Today, I took my geology test and tomorrow my geology lab test. I can only hope to do that well.

[EDIT-Originally published to Blogger on 9/24/11.]

Xanga-September 15, 2005

Rockstar: INXS update! Next week is the finale! But again because I am an idiot I managed to not set my VCR for last night. And this was after missing all of Tuesday's performances too! On Tuesday, Marty did an acoustic version of his orginal song 'Trees' and then 'Creep' by Radiohead which for some reason is one of my favorite songs. INXS picked the songs for them and it was weird that they picked 'Creep' for Marty because those are the songs he normal sings anyway. But last night the bottom three were Suzie (for the 6th time!), Mig (for the first time) and JD. Marty and JD did encores of their original songs. And Suzie finally got kicked off. Next week, I look to see Mig becoming the new lead singer of INXS. After all, he is from Australia, too.
Yesterday, when coming home from school, two deer-a small doe and a fawn still with spots crossed in front of me. I stopped to look for them and saw them and their mother-a very big doe. Then they ran off. Awww....

[EDIT-Originally published to Blogger on 9/24/11.]

Xanga-September 14, 2005

http://www.themaneater.com/article.php?id=21842  So ummm....yeah, this article is about Kris Roe's acoustic show. The picture should explain why I'm not a huge fan of his acousitic stuff. Seriously.

I had a dream about the Ludo CD release party last night. Though actually, they were showing a video.

I am still way behind on homework. And am very sleepy.

I shadowed the vet yesterday. It was a pretty slow day. Dr.Hickum is a bitch though. She's like 'why are you here and not in Columbia?' I told her that I figured that Columbia vets are probably swamped with pre-vet people and I wanted to go some place more rural. She's like 'well, you probably need to get farther away than this because we do the same things the columbia vets do'  Ugh. She is so rude. But I love Dr. Farmer. He's cool and practical. And you can tell he really loves all of the animals.

I watched Rockstar:INXS last night just as the huge storm came through and knocked out the TV so I don't know how Marty or Mig did. Very disappointing. Before that I watched The Biggest Loser as I ate-ice cream with brownies and before that pork, corn and mashed potatoes smothered in butter. It made me a little upset by what I was eating. But I was a little upset too that the women had their goals on their shirts and they were so vain such as 'be a hot bride' and 'find mr. right'. I just think that you should concentrate more on becoming healthy and getting a better self-image (which I know relates to those goals) more than trying to become artificially beautiful.

And on Monday, Glenn took me out to dinner. It was fun. And if only I could figure out how to convince him to dump that girlfriend, I'd be set. I think. Today, I am wearing a tie to work and he is wearing a broach. Actually, we're both wearing ties. And if his car window is open I may get mine (his) from his backseat. (That sounds pretty dirty.)

[EDIT-Originally published to Blogger on 9/24/11.]

Xanga-September 13, 2005

Part 3: In Wait
It started very slowly. The tiniest of shocks felt to Harry's backside. He barely felt it-and didn't think of it because of the pain in his stomach. The next shock (only a couple of minutes later) was stronger, bolder. Harry jumped in his seat. 'What the...?' he asked himself. And then there was a third, even stronger than the last. Strong enough to make Harry jump up-standing and panting only to need to sit immediately back down.
It was quiet now and had been for several minutes. Harry was beginning to believe that he was thinking and feeling things. 'After all, how could you get electrical shocks from a toilet seat anyway?', he pondered. He looked carefully at the sides and the back of the toilet as much as he could but knowing that he'd find nothing.
And then the biggest shock of all. The lights dimmed and Harry sat upright unable to escape. His arms and legs went rigid and painfully numb. All of the muscles in his body seemed to be charlie horsing at once. He clenched his teeth unable to scream, his eyes wide. His body jerked and pulsed now, his arms and legs loose but unable to work to get him up and away. Then it was over and Harry sat on the toilet limp and lifeless. The automatic flusher buzzed and hummed with normalcy before flushing itself.
No one thought anything of his truck ideling in the lot. It was assumed that he was in the cab sleeping. Even as dawn approached and the truckers began to hit the road, no one thought it to be odd.
A slim black man by the name of Earl found Harry's body. He always cleaned the men's room at 6:45 am. First, he called out, ' 'Ello, anybody in here?!?' Then he went in pounding each door open and still calling hello. When he got to Harry's stall and the door didn't budge, he paused. 'Hello?' Earl mumbled something about stupid kids and ducked under the stall door. He was under and in before he realized what, who was in there too. 'Holy Mary, Mother of God!', Earl exclaimed looking up. He struggled with the door latch and came spilling out. Earl dashed into the lobby where someone else was mopping. 'There's some mother fucker dead on the shitter in there!', Earl cried. The other man shook his head but followed Earl in. The two stood there looking in disbelief at dead Harry on the toilet.
The police were called and they contacted his wife. She declined an autopsy under speculation from the coroner that Harry had simply had a heart attack. His career, eating habits and size all pointed to such. Because no one looked into the real cause of death, electrocution, no one looked into fixing the toilet. Not that anyone could. So the toilet sat silent, only broken by the beeps and clicks of the automatic flusher. It lay in wait, the read light flashing, for its next victim on the Nebraska prairie.

[EDIT-Originally published to Blogger on 9/24/11.]

Xanga-September 12, 2005

I just wanted to say that I am stupid. I ran into a girl I went to high school with and we were never friends. Never ever. I had seen her a couple of times-the other night at the Vee in fact- but determined not to talk to unless I had to. Well, tonight I had to. And I thought earlier that I would lie and say that I'm a VM1. But did I do that? No. Did I just say that I am taking classes or working towards a second BS? No. I managed to be stupid and launch into the whole 'I didn't get into vet school thing' and now I look/feel like a loser. Esp. since she is getting a masters in accounting and then going to law school. Ugh.

[EDIT-Originally published to Blogger on 9/24/11.]

Xanga-September 10, 2005

Part 2: In Wait (Also, when I said a 'true short story' I didn't mean that the story is true. Its not. Its fiction but it fits the true short story format for as much as I know about it.
He had meatloaf with corn, green beans and mashed potatoes and gravy. Roll after roll smothered in butter and glass after glass of sweet tea. And then to finish it all off-cherry pie ala mode. The pie sickenly sweet.
Even though it had been past midnight when Harry stopped, Rosie was there. Rosie was always there. In fact, he was hard pressed to think of a time when Rosie wasn't. He'd been in late evening, early evening, mid-afternoon, late morning sun up and the middle of the night-still Rosie, who at 55 still thought/acted/looked like the 20-something waitresses she employed was there.
Harry was pondering this as his stomach lurched again. His stomach must of been able to read because they were closing fast on a sign (in interstate blue) that read 'Rest Area 1/4 Mile'. He downshifted and prepared to stop. He left the truck idling and climbed from the cab. He shifted his pants about his large middle and strode to the restrooms.
The main lobby door glided open automatically with a whoosh-'Space age technology on the interstate', he thought. Harry pushed his way into the men's room and into a stall. It was late and the rest area was empty. Outside the parking lot was full of 18-wheelers purring in their idle. Inside, all was quiet except for the beeps and clicks of the automatic flushers on the toilets and of course, the noises coming from Harry's very own body.

[EDIT-Originally published to Blogger on 9/24/11.]

Xanga-September 9, 1005

This is part one of this story. Its not one of the 'published monologues' as Justin called something else I posted. This is a true short story. I don't know when I'll post the rest.  Sorry.

In Wait

            Harry, who had turned 53 only three weeks prior, had been born into his job. There were certain jobs for which one’s size and intelligence limits one to do. Harry’s size, which was large and his intelligence which was small, had limited his options. The job he had picked was that of truck driver.

            When Harry walked literally into any place there was no mistaking his career choice. He was an imposing figure-tall and heavy seat with a loud, deep voice. He thought nothing of the normal truck driver attire and wore it as if it was a uniform-black boots, jeans, t-shirt in summer, flannel in winter, and ball cap with the trucking company’s logo on it. His face was generally unshaven with silver stubble showing and his teeth weren’t the best; all-in-all Harry was quite the role model for truck drivers everywhere.

            Harry’s stomach began to make the grumbling-gurgling that he knew was a bad sign as he up shifted. He winced and though back two hours to the dinner he had at this greasy spoon outside of Grand Island-Rosie’s Café. It was required for him to stop there whenever he was on I-80.

            Rosie’s was quiet like most greasy spoons truck drivers ate at. Large servings of hot greasy food, the type that would flip your stomach if you weren’t used to it and most importantly good talk. Always someone with a good story to tell which was important now as CBs seemed antique and outdated.

[EDIT-Originally published to Blogger on 9/24/11.]

Xanga-September 8, 2005

Rockstar: INXS update time! On Tuesday, everyone got to do two songs (since there is only five people left!)-an original and something picked online by fans. These songs were songs that the audience thought the 'rockers' could do better or didn't get a chance to do the first time. JD (that ass) did 'Come As You Are' and did it really slow for the first 2/3rds and then rocked it the last part. He didn't want to be compared to Cobain, but I think he should of rocked the last 2/3rds. Marty did the Foo Fighters song that I can't remember right now but I though (its 'Everlong') he should of done originally. I guess others did too. So last night they had a group song for the Katrina victims (cheesy) and then JD did his encore. On Tuesday, they listed from top to bottom the early results: Marty, Suzie, JD, Mig and Joris. The bottom three last night were JD, Jordis and Suzie. Jordis, sadly, was voted off. I don't know. I really like Marty but I don't think he is right for this band but if he gets kicked off I will probably become a fan of his band The Lovehammers from Chicago. And I want to marry him.
Last night, I went to the first pre-vet club meeting. It sucked as usual.
I am still fighting with the financial aid people. It makes me so made I was crying last night. I have a test on Monday and still no book! But today I was told that yes, they have all of the information but it would take several days to package it. But I got an appointment with my advisor and hopefully he can speed it up as I am sure he doesn't want to see me cry. Also if things aren't paid by next Thursday, they will kick me out of my classes. And all my time has been wasted...
And the crowning of last night was going to Slackers to see an acoustic set by Kris Roe of The Ataris. I honestly don't like his acoustic stuff. Personally, I don't think he is a good enough singer to carry it off but the new stuff from their new album was sad and moody but good. I think I'll like it. He played my two favorite songs -'My Hotel Year' (I just read the book he was inspired by to write it.) and 'Unopened Letter To The World'. I bought his homemade 'I need gas money' CD and told him he was great. I'm such a dork and wish I was cooler. Cody from the band New Clarity (you'd know him if you saw him, he's the one that starts the mosh pits at Ludo shows) was there and we talked. Tony, my little high school kid (even though he's graduated), was there too.

[EDIT-Originally published to Blogger on 9/24/11.]

Xanga-September 7, 2005

So this morning I walked out of my apartment and there was a doe (a deer, a female deer) standing at the end of my driveway. She just stood there staring and blinking slowly at me as I screamed because I didn't expect to see a random mammal standing at the end of my driveway. She was small and light brown. I talked to her before she jumped off into the woods joining her two friends.
I realized the other night as I faced Aisle 2 at Hy-Vee that I've never had Brach's Maple Nut Goodies. I would like some and the first person to get me some will get a big kiss!
I worked quite a bit this weekend and will do the same this coming weekend as Frei didn't call me last night to tell me if we already had plans for Friday. Anyway, I got called into work early on Monday so my boss (cool Mark that remotely either looks like Andrew Volpe or Billy Corgain) could go home early. He said that him and Glenn had a full out search for my phone number seeing as that the one in the system is disconnected. I ran into Glenn later and we spent some time as we normally do insulting customers. I don't know why but we always pick the time when we are helping someone or about to to interrupt and make some chit-chat. Monday's conversation is as follows:
Me-Thanks for ratting me out Glenn by giving Mark my number.
Glenn-Well, I though you could use the hours.
Me-I could. But I was in the middle of tanning when Mark called.
Glenn-Why don't you just go join a sorority?
Me-I think I will right after I bleach my hair blond.
Then his customer left and he said, 'I think I insulted her.' And I think he did.
If you haven't read it yet, read my other post from today.
Glenn and I were also talking about volunteering to help the Katrina victims. I have no money to give them. But I though it would be cool to volunteer to go down to Louisiana or Mississippi and physically help. Glenn was like you actually could since I am in classes for no real reason. And I thought about it but then I realized that even if I was doing this awesome thing with my time and abilities that I wouldn't get paid for it. And I have no money saved up just to pay my bills for a month. So if anyone would like to support me for a month, I will quit school, go on leave from the Vee and go help the hurricane victims. Financial support would include the following bills-rent-$325, electricity-$25, cell phone-$50, gas-$25, car payment-$140, insurance-$80 and possibly student loan-$140.
I am getting really bummed out about being in school. Its more than just the whole financial aid/lack of books fiasco but I hate walking to class alone and not having my friends in my classes. Last year, it was different. I was relegated to one corner of campus and was a cool senior. Now I have to go everywhere, alone. It sucks. I hate that I'm not in vet school and that all of my friends are. I hate that they will be so far ahead of me by the time I finally get in. I hate that they are making new friends and that I feel like I am getting left behind. (I also secretly love that they are making new friends and that I get to be their friend too.) Yes, this very well may have been a plea for sympathy. But it doesn't stop the fact that I really, really hate school. More than ever and I love college.
I love shadowing Dr.Farmer. He is a really cool guy. Last week, we went into Amish country. It seriously was like a scene from the Harrison Ford movie 'Witness'. I see all kinds of neat things and he tells me things without me asking. And we cut the head off of a dog to get it tested for rabies!

[EDIT-Originally published to Blogger on 9/24/11.]

Xanga-Septemper 7, 2005-Of True Fans And Pocket Bands

A couple of years ago, my friend, Martha, discovered a new band. She wouldn’t tell us who they were or really anything about them. Martha’s secrecy shouldn’t have been a surprise to use. We, as well as the rest of the country, were beginning to embrace Martha’s long beloved punk music. And this secret band was Martha’s ‘pocket band’.

            ‘Pocket band’ quite literally meant a band that had not gained major popularity yet and that was kept a secret (because you ‘put it in your pocket’.)

            We allowed Martha to have her rapidly changing ‘pocket bands’; they (at least to me) allowed her to maintain a thread of her originality above the mainstream.

            The other thing that made Martha special in this area was the people she knew. Sum 41, Good Charlotte, Simple Plan-all with videos on MTV and numbers hidden away in her phone. How I wished to know someone remotely famous!

            My friend, Sarah, had this wish too it seemed. One spring evening, she told me of her ‘pocket band’; she had seen the two guys play at a Battle of the Bands competition and had since been e-mailing the singer, Andrew. It was her hope to befriend them and watch their rise to stardom. To have this band be her friends from nearly the beginning as Martha had Good Charlotte. She alone would know them.

            However, in mentioning the singer’s name to Martha all hope of knowing them exclusively first was put at risk. Martha had gone to high school with some someone three years ahead of her with that name. Could they be the same?

            And they were! The John Burroughs alum and lead singer of Ludo was the same Andrew Volpe. We all became pretty dedicated Ludo fans early on which leads us to my next topic: true fans.

            The idea of what and who is a ‘true fan’ is one that probably plagued the ages. It’s like Stonehenge- no one is exactly sure what or who. I’m not sure myself but I can probably give an idea of what is (or not) a true fan.

            Personally, it doesn’t matter how many t-shirts of said band you own or how many things you have autographed. Yes, you are now a fan. Nor does it really matter tat you went to 18 shows in 20 days. Now you’re just obsessive!! It shouldn’t matter either the number of times you bugged the DJs to request a song, how many CDs you burned, how many handbills you passed our or how many sticks of chalk died in your hands in the name of promoting. Yes, true fans doggedly do this type of things but you won’t see them gloating about it in one of a 1000 posts on the message board. Nor, typically, will they be found gloating about running merch or that intimate glance shared by them and the singer/guitarist/bassist/whatever…True fans are the ones scowling on the sidelines mumbling things about being ‘old school’ and ‘not whoring themselves out’. When called to it, a true fan will do whatever it takes but otherwise let the groupies do it.

            True fans are like band aids in ‘Almost Famous’-they are in it for the music. They have hid the band in their pocket long enough. Don’t worry though; they have a band in reserve.

“And they don’t even know what it is to be a fan. And how to truly love some silly little piece of music or some band so much that it hurts.”-Sapphire from ‘Almost Famous’
[EDIT-Originally published to Blogger on 9/24/11.]

Xanga-September 2, 2005

Rockstar:INXS update! I havn't actually watched my taped show but I looked it up online. Marty got to do an encore of his Pink Floyd song. I didn't think it was outstanding the first time. I like (unlike Dave Navvarro) when Marty does more modern stuff because that fits who he is (Kris Roe mated with Kurt Cobain!). Anyway, Ty, Jordis and JD were in the bottom three and Ty got voted off. Ty was really good. Mig is the only one that hasn't had to sing an INXS song proving that people really, really like him. But I hope he can sing INXS stuff.
I am officially a food science and nutrition major. I had to change since technically I am pursuing a second BS.
If I had a band I would name it 'Lithosphere' which means 'ball of rock'. That's pretty clever, I think. Did I tell everyone that Jose's (from Florida) little brother's band (Radio) got signed to Atlantic Records. Yeah. That's more than Ludo!
If 'wait, what about outer space?' girl asks me one more stupid question or makes one more completly out there comment in class, I will kill her. I guess that serves me right for sitting next to her.
My knee is broken. I should go to the doctor.

I am excited because today is payday! I can put some gold (gold=gasoline) in my car! The only thing that should keep you thinking that gas prices are okay is that for the most part in most places gas is still cheaper than milk. Though I don't think that will last for very much longer.
I got mooned today by a large black man. In Lowry Mall (i.e. the middle of campus). At 1pm. I don't know what was going on.
I applied to be a model. We'll see where being normal gets you. (This is a sort of a long complicated story. Well, not really complicated but I don't really want to explain it because I'll get made fun of.)  I didn't get the Fort Dodge job which means for now I won't be moving back to St. Louis.
Word of the Day: planetesimals.
Isn't it horrible about the gulf coast? I mean its like the tsunami in the US. And I think its worse because the country thinks that its so high and mighty and then suddenly part of our country looks like a third world nation. And all of these other countries are offering aid. One South American country's president is offering aid only after being critical and saying that we should of been better prepared (we should of been) and that our president shouldn't take so many vacations (he shouldn't). I think he called him the king of vacations. At least I am safe in the Mid-West. If a tornado should strike, its because I didn't know about it.

[EDIT-Originally, published to Blogger on 9/6/11.]

Xanga-August 31, 2005

Today I am wearing a pink striped shirt over a pink tank top, khakis and brown mules.
I have a bOne quiz today that I guess I am ready for.
GDI is tonight. I am contemplating going even though I have to check on cows later, maybe?
Nothing else is really going on.
My puppy is the world's cutest dog! She wins by default!

[EDIT-Originally, published to Blogger on 9/6/11.]

Xanga-August 31, 2005

Why dating an emo boy would benefit me:
1) we could share clothes
2) we could cut and dye each others hair into matching styles
3) being melodramatic would be considered emotional inspiration

Yes, I still need a boyfriend. I wish I could just go to The Boyfriend Store and pick one out. I get paid on Friday so I could do it then.

[EDIT-Originally, published to Blogger on 9/6/11.]

Xanga-August 26, 2005

Missouri is no longer The Show Me State. It has been renamed The Moody State. How is it that I go to class amid thunder, lightning and rain only to emerge 50 minutes later to sun?
I hope my car doesn't get towed. I parked where I shouldn't have.
Rockstar: INXS update! So this week the unimaginable happened. At one point during the voting both Marty and Mig were in the bottom three! The final bottom three were Ty, Deanna and Marty! You could tell that Jordis was upset that she wasn't in the bottom three because she thought she should be. She failed to hit a note when doing 'Dream On'. INXS told Marty the day before when doing 'I,Alone' (which I alone thought was wonderful) that they wanted to hear less screaming and more singing. He is a bit scremo. Anyway, Deanna was kicked off. I'm still wondering what they are going to do when the people's favorites can't sing INXS songs.
I think it needs to be noted that in my notes for astronomy I have: Things to see in sky-stars, moon, sun'
My class schedule is roughly-what pigs/chickens eat, rocks, stars and then what I should eat.
In both geology and astronomy, I feel a good prereq. would be having just completed 7th grade science. They would know more about what's going on then I do. I don't really care but I need to keep in mind that 4.0 that I need.
My food science teacher wears a bolo tie. And he doesn't run his own computer which annoys me.
Firman just looks like a chicken. I learned about the Maillard reaction and that toast isn't as good for you as regular bread.

[EDIT-Originally published to Blogger on 8/28/11.]

Xanga-August 24, 2005

So there are all kinds of random people in my classes. The 'wait, what about outer space' girl, people from Hy-Vee, and possibly Jenna Blakemore's little sister. Random.
I am already so sick of classes. And this working all hours of the night in addition to having to go to school really sucks too.
So Glenn Rehn owes me big time. Last night, I helped him work dairy. AGAIN! And get this. He is dating a girl that went to my high school. She was two years behind me. What are the odds of that? At any given time, my high school had no more than say 500 kids in it. And now on a campus roughly a hundred times that, Glenn is dating a girl that went there.
Diana Korenak and I were talking about the fact that we graduated five years ago in the spring. She believes that there will be a reunion. This stresses me out. On one hand, I'd LOVE to go and see who's fucked up their lives but at the same time I don't want to go and people think-'Yeah, that Leslie is right where we'd knew she'd be' or 'You havn't changed' and mean it. So its a little stressful to think about. She also told me that several weeks ago, a guy from our class was killed. Ryan Burke and I wern't  friends but I remember that he sat next to me in physics and we were very funny together. I think he also got like a 34 on the ACT. Anyway, the guy driving-Dan Dageling-was also in our class and now faces 2-5 years for involuntary manslaugter. Too much.

[EDIT-Originally published to Blogger on 8/28/11.]

Xanga-August 22, 2005

Halfway through my day of classes and it sucks. I still have astronomy and food science. Then I have to find my car and go to work.
As soon as I was like, 'you know I havn't seen anyone from my high school in a while' and this being a good thing. I run into Diana Korenak. We were pretty good friends in high school and now we have geology together. The thing is that Diana it seems has done a complete 180 from who she was in high school (aside from still being (I am assuming) a good student). I just wonder if I have changed that much. It kind of sucks because Diana was way tamer (or so I though) and nicer than me in high school (not that I was in the least bit wild) and now its the opposite.

[EDIT-Originally published to Blogger on 8/23/11.]

Xanga-August 18, 2005

Time for the Rockstar:INXS update! Last night was the results show and Mig and Marty were both in the top three! The night before was an all acoustic show. Marty had to sing Hit Me Baby One More Time. Yes! The Brittany Spears song! He did it really dark and was good. Jessica finally got voted off. She's been up for elimination like 4 times. Its about time that bitch got kicked off! Anyway, I was wondering. Only the bottom three people have to sing INXS songs and then then band decides. What if the best people that the audience likes seriously suck at INXS songs? I mean the band hasn't heard them sing any. And also is this going to make me an INXS fan? No.
I got all of the classes that I registered for. But now I wonder how I am going to get to class. There is a parking lot at the bottom of the street that I live on and my plan was to ride my bike to that and ride the bus into campus. However, they are really slow finishing it up so I don't know about Monday!
And I read on the Ludo message board that Kris Roe is coming to Columbia for an acoustic show. Guess who about wet themselves? Me! So regardless if this makes me a bad person, I plan on going and being a dork about it.
I asked Glenn about Halloween-if he likes it since he doesn't like holidays. (Justin, don't make fun of my friends.) And we started discussing Halloween costumes. Then there was some joking about customers asking him if I was Mary Todd Lincoln because the girl we were sitting with said that I could pull her off very easily. This was after Glenn suggested Nancy Reagan and I said Barabra Bush and then Dolly Madison was thrown out there too.
Yes, Erica, you should move to Columbia.

[EDIT-Originally published to Blogger on 8/23/11.]

Xanga-August 16, 2005

Last week, Brandon got voted off of Rockstar, but I just found that out today.
I am going to register for classes today. I hope all goes well.
I skipped out on work Sunday because Jerry and his friend Pat (who I think could pull off looking like Scott Ian from Anthrax, but I think everyone looks like some one else) came and visited. We went to the Missour State Fair in the rain. Jerry was cold and he wore my raincoat! It was too small. But before that, I made them pancakes. Jerry found a bottle of  Vodka and much to my disapproval insisted on drinking it mixed with Dr.Hy-Vee. Then on our way, he peed infront of The Columns and then puked infront of some building whose name escapes me but I had biochem, genetics and ag econ there. Yes, that's my baby brother. At the fair, I saw Amie, Brandi and Jessica but say that Frei bailed on them. Whatever...
That's pretty much it. I'll leave you with this picture of Glenn and his nephew. (For someone that doesn't like anything, Glenn loves kids! Bizarre!) [EDIT-Originally published to Blogger on 8/23/11.]

Xanga-August 8, 2005

All my people are safe on Rockstar. That's a relief since I missed it all last week and watched like 2 1/2 hours that I taped yesterday. Some of the people are pictured in the latest Star Magizine.
Moving went well enough. Martha helped me move my bed but it was a hassle and challenge for two intelligent college students. Will it fit in my car? What about yours? What if we take it apart? What if we balence the rails on the front seat and you risk getting hit with it while driving?  I now need to finish unpacking and find some furniture (from dumpsters...I have no shame) to finish up. I get the gas turned on tomorrow afternoon so until then I can't cook or take a hot bath since I have my own water heater which of course is powered by gas.
After moving, I started on my way home. I had told my mom either Friday or Saturday that my car was acting up but she said to go home anyway. And about ten miles from Columbia my car broke down on the side of the interstate. I got it towed back to town and Amie picked me and Teddy up and took us home.
Pony Congress went well enough. We didn't get any national championships and this is the first year we havn't.  That was a little disappointing. Tinkerbell was really good in her classes and got 3rd out of five in one. Nell was a great jumper and placed 4th (of 6) in hunter and 3rd (of 7) in jumper after a timed jump off. This means that I am a slow runner. I knew I should of been riding my bicycle more! Cody was good and cute all week. He likes ice cold water, Coca-Cola, wheat thins and lemon cookies. I made him a toy out of a few rocks in an empty baby wipes container. I also was discouraged to become a meat inspector or a dairy vet. But this guy said I could call him if I ever had a problem when I was in Lawerence. (That's where he lives with his ponies.)
Enrolling for classes is harder than I thought it would be. I havn't decided between taking 14 hours (too few?) or taking 19 hours (too many?). I have to get approval from CAFNR before being readmitted to the University. This consisted of walking all over campus in the heat and my poor flip-flops.
My little brother is home for two weeks before he has to go back to Kuwait. I saw him for 15 minutes yesterday. He brought me Nivea skin cream that I can buy at Hy-Vee...but it has Arbic writing on it! Poor Mid-West boy goes to another country. My older brother was supposed to come in with his two kids but decided not to. I thought he was turning 30 but its actually 31!
Justin, what's the deal with The Aquabats? E-mail me.

[EDIT-Originally published to Blogger on 8/10/11.]

Xanga-July 28, 2005

Okay, first I want to do a little ranting and raving about Rockstar:INXS. I missed last night's show because I didn't have my tape set for the right time. Here's the thing though. Last night as well as two nights that I was actually home to watch the show, I have had the wrong times. Why? Because fucking CBS doesn't bother to tell me. You would think that they would want the loyal fans to keep watching so telling you what time its on would be a plus. Maybe I'm wrong. Anyway, this week after some internet research I found out that two people got cut-Heather who has this really soulful voice and some other girl. And for the third week in a row this girl Jessica was saved. And they called my dear Marty up for an encore of his performance of Lithium by Nirvana. I am truely sorry that I missed that. He did very, very good the first time. Its his type of song as well as I think some pop-punk/emo. However, I don't think that he'll make it all the way. He's been critized before. But I still love him
And now for a poem. I got a little too caught up in cliches (is that the correct spelling?) and stereotypes but its still decent.
An Emo Verse
My heart is a patch/ On my sleeve/ Crudely sewn and stitched/ You rip it off with such force/ And it flutters to the ground/ A thousand feet trample it/ A thousand wheels turn over/ My heart
Let me take my journal/ From my bag, with its pins/ And write a little/ Something for you/ A line, a lyric, a poem, a song/ Emo bands knew it/ All along
I'll site now, quiet/ In the corner/ Holding the broken shards/ Of glass, mirror/ That let you see into/ My soul, mistakenly
I go up the/ Down staircase/ And you lead me / The wrong way on a/ One way street
Shattered, confused/ Everything's spinning/ And I am falling/ Down/ To a sidewalk/ You're just a chalk/ Outline on my heart
And I am just a memory/ Washed away by my/ Own silent tears

I am thinking of posting this on the Ludo message board like Casi...

[EDIT-Orginally published to Blogger on 7/30/11]

Xanga-July 27, 2005

I need a boyfriend.

[EDIT-Orginally published to Blogger on 7/30/11]

Xanga-July 21, 2005

I LOVE Rockstar:INXS! Rockstar:INXS Website That's the website. Mig and Marty are my favorite. Marty kindof reminds me of Kris Roe from The Ataris. He did a Franz Ferdinand song last week and it was awesome. This week I can't remember what he did, but he would of done better had he done the song by The Killers. Mig is elfish and belongs in The Lord of The Rings. This week poor Neal got voted off. I liked him enough. He reminded me of Matt (I think) from the old ABJ (Its bad that I started to love them but not enough to know their names.) Don't believe me? Find his picture and then look at this one. (If it works.) ABJ-Matt
[EDIT-Orginally published to Blogger on 7/30/11]

Xanga-July 19, 2005

My arch enemies list: Paris Hilton, Jamie Adams, Kelli Shaw and Judge Judy
Given the chance, I might kill them.

Work is completly sucking. Catlyn is being crazy manager girl again. So much so that I have in the past two nights seriously considered walking out on her. But then nothing will probably pay as well as Hy-Vee. I havn't heard anything about the job in Colorado. I really need to because then I can settle down and get on with the rest of my life.

This is my life plan so far: Plan A: Get job in Colorado and move there. Plan B: Move to apartment in Columbia, work at Hy-Vee, consider second or different job, take some fall classes, chill until vet school next fall.

The concert Friday was good, I guess. I am still hyped up about those tacky bikini models. UGH! Why am I so angry? Anyway, it was amazing that David isn't dead since I havn't heard from him since February. Erica was her beautiful self. And I am amazing at making pancakes for the annual St.Joe Comes to Columbia for a Ludo Show Breakfast. (I seriously just thought 'Who was St.Joe?' And then the 13 years of Catholic school came flooding back and I laughed at myself for being dumb.) Martha and Frei were there too. And Emily and Robert's girlfriend, Little Sara. Good Times. Maybe I'll consider IHOP for my second job.
My little brother is coming home for the first two weeks in August. Of course, my mom and I will be in Gordyville in Illinois (Gordyville contrary to popular belief is not an actual town, just a horse show arena) for the first week showing at Pony Congress. Jerry said that he might come up for that for a while. I am sure that all of the teenage girls will find him. And I will buy him a drink if we can get into the bar. Well, maybe I'll just drink for him...

I ran into Tony last night at Hy-Vee. It looks like he has put on some weight which is really good because normally he is a beanpole. I also think he was high. He was a little more mellow than normal and didn't shriek like a school girl which would be normal for him. He was buying cookies and has taken up with one of the meat department guys as a friend.

[EDIT-Originally, published to Blogger on 7/30/11]

Xanga-July 13, 2005

Well, what should I write about today?
Yesterday, I had a telephone interview with Aurora Organic Dairy in Colorado. Unfortunately, the guy that interviewed me didn't think that I was qualified enough for the job I was interviewing for. However, he was interested in my resume, experiences and interests and was going to look for another job and salary at the farm for me. So maybe I'll have a job in Colorado which is closer and gets alot more Ludo than Florida. And a little bird tells me that Martha likes that state too.
Last night, Martha and I went and fed the mules. That was good times. Then we met with Amie for Bread Company. Then Martha and I went and did some Hot Topic stalking. That was fun. Then she took me to Wal-Mart for envelopes, rabbit food, toilet paper, and candy-not that I needed the sugar because I was mass crazy last night.
Last week, Frei and I were wandering around downtown and we passed a dress shop and started planning my wedding, not to anyone in particular, just in general. Anyway, it was decided (after Amie joined us) that Martha would be in it as a bridesmaid despite all of her bitching. Anyway, as we talked Amie asked 'Would you wear white?' Except she said it in the way that clearly meant 'because you shouldn't' Amie is sassy.
Is anyone watching Rockstar:INXS? Because I am. Its my summer show. I enjoy it though I know nothing about INXS or singing. I do know rock when I hear it though. I love Mig and Marty, not that they are particularly good singers just that they are adorable.
Anyone that hasn't read 'The Da Vinci Code' shouldn't waste their time. Okay, go ahead and get on the band wagon and read it. I did. It wasn't a complete waste of time. The codes and symbols and hidden meaning stuff was cool but I just don't think that it was very well written. So I'm not entirely sure what the big deal was about.
This is an article about my little brother.Jerry's army story I miss him. Actually, I hate the idea that I might move (and even possibly move back) before I see him again. But I think he's coming home in August for a few weeks.

[EDIT-Originally, published to Blogger on 7/30/11]

Xanga-June 30, 2005

Well, hell is freezing over. Avril is engaged to Deryck...An engagement that I hope gets broken off I don't know why I think this is a tragedy. It could be worse. It could be my arch-enemy---Paris Hilton. But I think of all of the rock stars that I don't know, Deryck would be one I could marry. Maybe someone from Simple Plan...or maybe Kris Roe (who would appriciate my James Taylor roots and creativity) but he's already married.

In other news, I probably won't be moving to Florida anytime soon. I talked to Kayleen yesterday and she has decided to go back to Kansas and give vet tech school a try for a while. This is good, I think. But alas, it prevents me from seeing Brad again.
I am searching for apartments and hope to have one picked out either this week or next here in Columbia. I am just going to tough it out and work at Hy-Vee for awhile and hope that a real life job comes through soon. I am so sick of Hy-Vee. I have a new boss-Catlyn. She is younger than me and acts like I don't know what I am doing. Ugh! I have more GM experience than she does. Glenn Rehn says I am jelous and maybe I am but still I don't like being condesended to. At least when I am in charge at night (like I will be tonight) I give options-'Frank, do you want to go outside and water plants or do you want to do this?'
I'm still thinking about going back for a BS in food science but only if I can get it done in a year (figuring that I don't need to do any prereqs and I have 6 hours already). But I can't get the requirements to come up on a iMac.
[EDIT-Originally posted to Blogger on 7/1/11]

Xanga-June 23, 2005

Before I start my review of Warped Tour-I would like to go over my life options once again. I have added some and they are as follows:
-work in Columbia at Hy-Vee
-work at Hy-Vee in St. Joe
-get a real job with my degree and live whereever
-move to Florida and be with Brad
-go to vet school (not that I have any control over that and Kathy told me that it probably wasn't happening this year)
-go to grad school (reproduction, maybe, but I still have to wait till next year)
-go back to Mizzou and get a second BS (food science)
-go to vet tech school (in Colorado)
-live in my car, learn to play the guitar and become famous like Jewel
-become a roadie/groupie for Ludo or some yet to be determined band
-kill myself (yes, its still an option)
So Tuesday I went to Warped Tour in St.Louis. I met up with my friend, Josh Gilton and left my car at West County Mall to save on Parking, which I had to pay all of anyway.
Ludo was playing as the doors openned which sucked. I thought the Kevin Says/Hot Topic stage was a step up from the Ernie Ball stage but I was sadly mistaken. They were on the same level as the crowd but rocked anyway. Broken Bride Part 1, Hum Along, Mr. Mayor, Roxy and GWHBM. I (don't hate me martha) wore the first homemade Ludo shirt (This is my Ludo shirt) and I don't know how many people were like 'I like your shirt' and someone even asked where I got it. Andrew and Pmo made fun of me and my shirt. We were watching Jupiter Sunrise's set (I forgot that this is the band with both my older brother and the hobbit in it) and Tim Ferrell threw a bottle at me. And hit the girl next to me which he apoligized very profoundly to afterwards.
Not once but twice I saw the drummer from Fall Out Boy (Patrick, maybe?) rush past me. I really only notice him because he looks like Tim Ferrell and has sleeves. Anyway, and twice i didn't stop him for an autograph. The first time he literally ran past and the second time he was already being mobbed and I didn't want to join in.
I saw this other guy that I thought I knew from somewhere but I didn't know where. A band that I had seen before? No, that guy had more tattoos. And then I knew! Its Harley's little black haired friend. I seriously was going to ask him if he went to Mizzou and if he had a friend named Harley but I again wussed out.
I have decided (or at least am considering) that when I have money for a haircut that I am going to go with an emo boy look-short in the back longer in the front. (I'll find pictures to illstrate my point) but that begs the question would I be required to dye it black? And regardless of that would I be required to dye the patch of pink, purple or beach blonde too?
Bands I saw-some of the following-The Starting Line, Rushmore Acadamy, Senses Fail and all of-Ludo, The Transplants, My Chemical Romance and The All-American Rejects (which I was near the front for). I am sure there were more but my brain got fried by the sun.
And when I went home, I had a flat tire. A little air in it and it was okay.
Oh, Mark Dodds, my drunk Hy-Vee boss, shaved his head. No longer does he look like Andrew. Some how though he thinks if he takes off his glasses that he looks like Billy Corgian.
I didn't get the promotion to HBC manager at Hy-Vee. Glenn Rehn will pay for my disappointment!

[EDIT-Originally posted to Blogger on 6/26/11]

Xanga-June 20, 2005

I signed up for myspace but don't expect anything to happen with it. Seeing as that I don't have a computer of my own I am forced to use the university's public iMacs. They suck and I don't know how to do much more than type on them. (but add me as your friend...if you actually know me)
I have been working a bit at the Vee. Its not bad, I guess. I put in for a promotion there. It was Glenn Rehn's idea.
I'm going to Warped Tour tomorrow only because Gilton bought a ticket before I could stop him. So now I am broke.
I am devistated that I missed Justin's party. I however went to a party with Rachel Ray and it was good fun. That girl has also learned the fine art of poster stealing and presented me with a weather worn poster from the Feb. 3rd show of Ludo at Mojo's. Very nice esp. since neither of us were anywhere near the state in Feb. I stole a poster for July 15th-they are of exceptional quality and I suggest getting one stolen for yourself. (Frei I am all over it so don't you worry)
I have been having all kinds of dreams lately. I don't know if the can be related to anything in partucular but they are bizarre.
And I am considering my options for the future. Off the top of my head they are as follows:
-work in Columbia at Hy-Vee
-move to St. Joe and work at Hy-Vee
-get a real job with my degree and work where ever
-move to Florida with Brad and get a job
-go to vet school (I have no control over this)
-go to grad school (reproduction maybe, but I'd have to wait another year)
-go to Mizzou and work on another BS (food science)
-live in my car, learn to play the guitar and become famous like Jewel (this was suggested to me by someone at the party)
-kill myself
Pick the best choice!

[EDIT-Originally posted to Blogger on 6/21/11]

Xanga-June 16, 2005

Well, I am back in Columbia with a sorry lack of computer usage.
Its good to be back and get to see all of my friends...however, I now miss everyone in Florida and have dreams about being there. What does August hold? I don't know so you shouldn't either.
When I got back a week and a half (almost two) ago, I played kickball with the vet school team. There was some serious third grade moves going on out there. I loved it. Then I spent the next week sleeping and this week I started work back at Hy-Vee.
Justin came and visited which held lots of fun and I am secretly very, very pissed that I can't go to his birthday party. But instead of being sad, I am going to a party with Rachel Ray. Will we be calling Jose in Florida drunk? Odds are in favor of it!
Since I have been back I have hung out with Glenn Rehn some which was as usual fun. And I learned where Chris Convy lives-it was a sheer accident I swear! On Monday, I welcomed Teresa Volpe back into the state on her visit. She didn't know who I was but I am sure that on some level she did. And I love Oh!Henry bars.

[EDIT-Originally posted to Blogger on 6/21/11]

Xanga-May 29, 2005

Its been a while since I have written. I have been busy and in reality I should be soaking up the last of the Florida sun while I still have some time. I am planning on leaving Florida either Tuesday or Wednesday depending on what is going on.
So since this is my last entry from Florida, I'll work backwards on what has happened.
Last night, I got drunk. Kayleen and I went out to this yuppie bar with Jose and the incredibly hot Dr. Nathan Mitts (aka Mr. Martha Rasch). Jose bought my drinks and Kayleen drove. What did I have to worry about? The night before I drove and went with Mark, Kayleen and Brad to a different bar. The guys played pool and got absolutly trashed and I had a couple of beers. Then I guess it was Thursday night we went out to the Mexican resturant and I had a drink (can you see that I was warming up to last night?) and ended up with whipped cream in my face. Thanks Jose for going behind my back and talking in Spanish and telling the waiter it was my birthday. Whipped cream was in my eyes for crying out loud! But I got to keep the sombro.
I went last week and saw Ludo play at the Florida Music Festival in Orlando. They were literally playing on a stage the size of a full size matress. And while the bands before them had put their guitarists and singers on the floor, Ludo chose to fit everyone on stage by putting Marshall on a speaker/amp. Their show was really good even if it was short. I heard the new song, Mr. Mayor. And totally rocked out next to some record guy. It was a damn good thing I was there right in front. Then I rode in the van up to where they were staying (with Andrew's older sister Michelle) and ate a Steak'N'Shake. Justin recieved a late night call from Convy at my suggestion after I said that I had never (and still this is true) seen a single Star Wars movie. (Sorry Ludo came on Yahoo! Radio and scared the crap out of me!) I however didn't even get to talk to Justin. Then I got a ride back to my car at 4am. I arrived back home to the trailer at 6am after a nap 20 miles from home because I didn't need to put another Jeep Cherokee around a telephone pole. The night before I was also at the Florida Music Festival. Jose, Kayleen and I went down to see Jose's little brother's band, Radio play. They were really good! Esp. since the singer is 12! They rock out hard core and got some great reviews. They will probably get signed before Ludo! So check them out-http://myspace.com/tunetoradio
Nothing terribly exciting has been happening at work. Same old shit. I got to collect Albert the teaser stallion the other day. This consists of getting him aroused, washing his penis and then putting it into the artificial vagina when he mounts the dummy. It was pretty exciting and I recieved the normal amount of teasing regarding how happy I'll make some guy some day and how Albert is a firefighter so this shouldn't be that weird.
Jose tried to help me find a job here in Ocala. And while I wouldn't mind staying here in Florida, I don't really care where I live. I'd prefer to live in Columbia for the next four years but that implies getting into vet school. So I think I have decided to put off looking and getting a job until the end of summer then I'll make some hard core decisions once there is no hope for vet school (Dr. Mitts still thinks that I'll get in.) regarding moving and jobs etc...
So everyone should call me and arrange to see me when I have returned to the Mid-West. Love you all!

[EDIT-Originally published to Blogger on May 31, 2011]

Xanga-May 6, 2005

And now for the most brillant idea that I have had in a long, long time. It all came to me one night when I had a dream. And in this dream LeFisch and I were watching Ludo play. We however seemed to be in an aisle of a grocery store near the canned green beans and Ludo was playing in front of the meat case. And so was born THE ROCK 'N' ROLL GROCERY STORE.

Everyone has to buy groceries. Science has proven time and time again that the human body, even that of poor college students, can not go without food. And why should you go about a mundane task without getting a little entertainment along with it. And who likes to go to the store only to fight with the old purple haired ladies and soccer moms with four kids in tow. I don't and I work at a grocery store! What if there was a store oriented towards poor college kids? Something with a complete selection of the foods that college kids eat-mac 'n' cheese, Ramen noodles and cereal.

My complete idea is this-a grocery store/music venue/bar. This idea would only work in a college town. It would have to be located close to campus-ideally within walking distance. ( I think that the current location of Eastgate Foods would suit this nicely.) Also it wouldn't have to be large. It wouldn't have any fancy departments-no deli, no custom meats, no floral...It would however as stated earlier have a large selection of cereal, Ramen noodles, and mac 'n' cheese. It would also have a nice organic food department because I have found that indie rock people like organic or vegitarian food. There would be a large liquor department because how can it be a college grocery store without one? Value would be the key though for the college student dollar. There would be rock music playing overhead through the speakers and TVs playing music videos at various locations. I wouldn't have uniforms-clothes that you would wear to rock shows or to work at Hot Topic would be considered appropriate. I would have t-shirts-the logo is a band of food (called The Food Group) playing-a carrot drummer, a noodle bassist, a cheese guitarist and a can of soup for the singer/guitarist.  Hours would be from like 11 am to 3 am so you could shop after last call and the show. Who gets up before 11 in a college town other than the professors?

And the music venue/bar would be attached. There would be no groceries in the venue and no alcohol in the store. Sorry those are the rules. There would be a small charge on the nights that bands played. When bands played they could set up their merch booths at the endcaps of aisles. There would be a small section of the store that would be for merch from bands to or that had played.

Right now the store is called-'The Rock 'N' Roll Grocery Store' until I find something more clever and creative. The slogan is '...because food rocks!' Rachel came up with that. I think its pretty good.

Anyone willing to invest in such an idea should send me some money. Martha, talk to your Schnucks connections. I see big things for The Rock 'N' Roll Grocery Store.

[EDIT-Originally, published to Blogger on May 22, 2011.]