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]