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.]
Friday, September 30, 2005
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.]
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.]
Wednesday, September 21, 2005
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.]
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.]
Thursday, September 15, 2005
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.]
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.]
Wednesday, September 14, 2005
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.]
Tuesday, September 13, 2005
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.]
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.]
Monday, September 12, 2005
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.]
[EDIT-Originally published to Blogger on 9/24/11.]
Saturday, September 10, 2005
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.]
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.]
Friday, September 9, 2005
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.]
[EDIT-Originally published to Blogger on 9/24/11.]
Thursday, September 8, 2005
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.]
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.]
Wednesday, September 7, 2005
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.]
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
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.]
[EDIT-Originally published to Blogger on 9/24/11.]
Friday, September 2, 2005
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.]
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.]
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