went to see "Harry Potter & the Goblet of Fire" at the OMNIMAX today with Kyle's family. and Kyle, of course. i just re-read that first sentence, and it seemed like he wasn't included. no worries babe, i know you were there. who else would've passed out on my lap and gotten away with it?
while it was nice being able to hear a movie for once, the film itself was so fish-eyed that the pillars on the edges of the screen were bowed. kind of entertaining, but also a bit odd. it was a fun day, though, so no worries.
starting tomorrow, i'm working, 10 am until close, every day. i'd be madder, but Kyle's fleeing the country for 9 days, all of which i'm scheduled to work, so there you go. i'll be foil-wrapping chocolate Santas, he'll be on the beach pretending that this horrible season isn't happening. yes, that's jealousy you're detecting. i hate the canned cheer they play over the system for all of us to "enjoy". makes my skin feel like it's being slowly burnt off of my body. or maybe Bing Crosby himself is pulling the charred bits of flesh from my smouldering carcass, while telling me of his visions of a moisture-laden morning. bah fuckin' humbug.
let's think... i have to be fully apron'd and ready to work in... 10 hours and 19 minutes. i think i'm going to go to sleep, before my mother calls the doc and tells him i shouldn't be allowed to drive until NEXT monday, instead of this coming one. oh the inconvenience. i better get a bagel out of this deal. well, until next time... chip chip fuckin' cheerio, boys/girls.
it's driving me crazy that we have no plan. i need a plan. please can we come up with a plan?
10.12.05
9.12.05
home. yup.
today was nice. short, but nice. then came The Show From Hell. but i'll get to that in a moment.
so i woke up at 2.30 this afternoon... it was fun to roll over, completely disoriented because i didn't recognise my room here at home immediately, then look at the clock and see "2:30" blinking back at me. delicious. i dedicate that moment of "aw, sweet!" to Kimberlina.
after i rolled out of bed, i pulled on a pair of jeans (that were almost clean, i think... how rare), grabbed the big green blanket of Kyle's that i stole and took back with me, wrapped said warm mass of goodness around me, and meandered downstairs. i was home alone, and it was awesome. for lunch, i had reheated Sy's pizza and cookie dough. and a bottle of Talking Rain. damn i missed that stuff.
i don't really remember what i did after that, but eventually everybody got home, and i reluctantly agreed to go to the "Chaps!" performance that my dad's company was sponsoring... i couldn't remember what the storyline was, but Dad sounded happy that i said i'd go, so i did.... the pre-leaving-the-house chaos was something i didn't miss back in Ashland, but it was minimal, so no worries.
"Chaps!" was the most horrendous experience i've been through in a long time. before i go into the show, let me preface this with filling you all in on 3 pieces of information about me:
1) i hate country music
2) i hate, hate, HATE Christmas music
3) they've talked me into going to shows like this before, with the same leading lady, and i hated it
having made that known, here's the storyline for "Chaps!": set in the WWII-ish 1940's, a BBC radioshow was featuring singing cowboys for their christmas special. for two and a half hours, i watched 4 "english chaps" and 1 "cowgirl" attempt to pretend to be the cowboys "who got lost on their way from the train station" on this radio show. the only time that i smiled/laughed was when this one guy with good facial expressions pretended to be a ventriloquist's dummy (he had a shirt with child's pants and cowboy boots all sewn together worn around his neck, so it looked like he was about 3 feet tall, ignoring his real legs underneath the dummy outfit), and he moved the boots with his fingers down the heels. he'd pretend to be riding out on the wide open range, and those little boots would be going by his real thighs, and he'd get this fuckin' hilarious expression on his face... he did that twice. it was good.
after the show, we went out for dessert, and i had a lemon bar. validated my having to put a bra on, but not the make-up. grrr....
so that was my day, and magically, it didn't involve finals! yeah! ohp, the dog just walked up to me and whined. i don't know what it wants, but i better do something. Brits out!
feel free to comment on my posts, since i won't be seeing you on a daily basis, and want to know your thoughts. as always.
so i woke up at 2.30 this afternoon... it was fun to roll over, completely disoriented because i didn't recognise my room here at home immediately, then look at the clock and see "2:30" blinking back at me. delicious. i dedicate that moment of "aw, sweet!" to Kimberlina.
after i rolled out of bed, i pulled on a pair of jeans (that were almost clean, i think... how rare), grabbed the big green blanket of Kyle's that i stole and took back with me, wrapped said warm mass of goodness around me, and meandered downstairs. i was home alone, and it was awesome. for lunch, i had reheated Sy's pizza and cookie dough. and a bottle of Talking Rain. damn i missed that stuff.
i don't really remember what i did after that, but eventually everybody got home, and i reluctantly agreed to go to the "Chaps!" performance that my dad's company was sponsoring... i couldn't remember what the storyline was, but Dad sounded happy that i said i'd go, so i did.... the pre-leaving-the-house chaos was something i didn't miss back in Ashland, but it was minimal, so no worries.
"Chaps!" was the most horrendous experience i've been through in a long time. before i go into the show, let me preface this with filling you all in on 3 pieces of information about me:
1) i hate country music
2) i hate, hate, HATE Christmas music
3) they've talked me into going to shows like this before, with the same leading lady, and i hated it
having made that known, here's the storyline for "Chaps!": set in the WWII-ish 1940's, a BBC radioshow was featuring singing cowboys for their christmas special. for two and a half hours, i watched 4 "english chaps" and 1 "cowgirl" attempt to pretend to be the cowboys "who got lost on their way from the train station" on this radio show. the only time that i smiled/laughed was when this one guy with good facial expressions pretended to be a ventriloquist's dummy (he had a shirt with child's pants and cowboy boots all sewn together worn around his neck, so it looked like he was about 3 feet tall, ignoring his real legs underneath the dummy outfit), and he moved the boots with his fingers down the heels. he'd pretend to be riding out on the wide open range, and those little boots would be going by his real thighs, and he'd get this fuckin' hilarious expression on his face... he did that twice. it was good.
after the show, we went out for dessert, and i had a lemon bar. validated my having to put a bra on, but not the make-up. grrr....
so that was my day, and magically, it didn't involve finals! yeah! ohp, the dog just walked up to me and whined. i don't know what it wants, but i better do something. Brits out!
feel free to comment on my posts, since i won't be seeing you on a daily basis, and want to know your thoughts. as always.
8.12.05
fuck yeah....
dis beyotch done wit her finalz. hahaha... that annoys me too much. i'm going to leave it, though, because it makes me feel something. and reactions to anything is something i lost around... yesterday. maybe before that. i don't know/care.
but yeah, finals done. portfolio done. almost. i just have to assemble it tomorrow (this?) morning. shouldn't take more than an hour at the absolute absolute maximum. i hope. but just to be careful, i'm getting up at 8. which is in 5.25 hours.
i need sleep. i'll post later, hopefully. good luck to everybody else who's still taking finals! go have a cup of water, and enjoy it. i realised this evening that i was so worried about finals that i hadn't remembered to eat since yesterday night. and before that... probably the night before. every meal was induced by Kyle. thanks for reminding me to eat, babe. and with that, i'm off!
hahaha, "tour of london" by f. of the c.s just came on. "oh, Jermaine, you're very hairy."
but yeah, finals done. portfolio done. almost. i just have to assemble it tomorrow (this?) morning. shouldn't take more than an hour at the absolute absolute maximum. i hope. but just to be careful, i'm getting up at 8. which is in 5.25 hours.
i need sleep. i'll post later, hopefully. good luck to everybody else who's still taking finals! go have a cup of water, and enjoy it. i realised this evening that i was so worried about finals that i hadn't remembered to eat since yesterday night. and before that... probably the night before. every meal was induced by Kyle. thanks for reminding me to eat, babe. and with that, i'm off!
hahaha, "tour of london" by f. of the c.s just came on. "oh, Jermaine, you're very hairy."
7.12.05
finals kick my ass
i've been studying since early evening, and am taking a break. a break. i can't think in either Spanish or English, and i'm supposed to be able to think in both. the vocab from the past term has suddenly decided to evacuate. hahahha.... i definitely just typed "ejaculate". that's how tired i am.
still laughing... just a moment...
let's see... it's a quarter to 4 right now... so i've got 6.25 hours until my CORE final, and 9.25 hours until my Spanish final. then i have to make my CORE portfolio. that should take me the entire afternoon and evening. i am looking forward to Thursday at 11.01 am. that minute means that i am, for sure, completely done with this term. watch as something comes up and this nightmare continues for another day or something.... that would be hell. look it up in Webster's, i promise you it's there.
alright, i'm going to go to sleep. don't think i'll need to knock myself out with benadryl tonight (this morning?)!!! mwahaha... oh the sadness. brits out!
we need a plan for the break. a "big plan", if you will.
still laughing... just a moment...
let's see... it's a quarter to 4 right now... so i've got 6.25 hours until my CORE final, and 9.25 hours until my Spanish final. then i have to make my CORE portfolio. that should take me the entire afternoon and evening. i am looking forward to Thursday at 11.01 am. that minute means that i am, for sure, completely done with this term. watch as something comes up and this nightmare continues for another day or something.... that would be hell. look it up in Webster's, i promise you it's there.
alright, i'm going to go to sleep. don't think i'll need to knock myself out with benadryl tonight (this morning?)!!! mwahaha... oh the sadness. brits out!
we need a plan for the break. a "big plan", if you will.
4.12.05
procrastinating... once again...
yup, pretty much. got a 7.30 am Crim final tomorrow, along with a 3.30 Stats final, then on Tuesday it's a CORE final at 10 am followed by a Spanish final at 3.30 (which i could also take at 1 on Wednesday). have i prepped sufficiently for any of these? no. got a notecard half-ready for Stats, and that's it. wait- and i'm about as ready as i'll ever be for the Crim final.
in other news, Kyle's "brother" Zac pulled into town around 1.15 am last night (this morning?), and got here just in time to meet everybody on Kyle's floor.... drunk. it was funny. because when i say everybody, i mean (with the exception of Kyle and I) everybody on the 200's floor was completely plastered. classy group, eh?
i'm not sure how he managed to make the drive from Florence to Ashland in 3 1/2 hours, but he did.
let's see, what else... hmm... oh! CT scan of my head came back clear, so no worries about whatever they were worried about... hmm.... yeah, i think that's it. time to finish my notecard, cheers!
i keep dreaming in WoW. is that strange?
in other news, Kyle's "brother" Zac pulled into town around 1.15 am last night (this morning?), and got here just in time to meet everybody on Kyle's floor.... drunk. it was funny. because when i say everybody, i mean (with the exception of Kyle and I) everybody on the 200's floor was completely plastered. classy group, eh?
i'm not sure how he managed to make the drive from Florence to Ashland in 3 1/2 hours, but he did.
let's see, what else... hmm... oh! CT scan of my head came back clear, so no worries about whatever they were worried about... hmm.... yeah, i think that's it. time to finish my notecard, cheers!
i keep dreaming in WoW. is that strange?
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