alass, I am all alone.

Toshia's starting her field work, so Anna brought her home last night and I stayed here all by my lonesome.

What did I do?

I studied for my geography test, watched Great Performances on Pbs, ate bacon and cheddar chips and drank some mellon flavored Hawaiian Punch. Then, I finished reading The de Burgh Bride and went to bed. This morning I had to kick myself out of bed. I can't decide on what shirt to wear. I"m cold. I have to leave for class in three minutes. I can't find my shoes. And I can't stop sneezing. Until I return.

Woosh.

"I'm not saying he's dumb, but if you stand too close to him, you can hear the ocean." I love this quote. I got it from....I don't have it written down where I got it from. Still, enjoy. I guess this can be tacked on to the end of this post: I get to carve a pumpkin tonight. I get to have christmas on saturday. I have exactly 24 days left until my concert. Today seems pretty damn good.

Happy Birthday!!!

Today is Keith Urban's birthday. I know not everyone is as excited as me, but... I don't know.

Last night Toshia stayed up to finish her math homework. At 12 o something I was like "hey, today's keith's birthday" and she's like "hey he's almost old enough to be your father." Well, that is not quite true. Other of my favorites, like Viggo, are much closer.

So today, click on one of my Keith links, listen to one of his songs, request it on the radio, watch a video, bake him a cake, send me free tickets to see him at the Northrup in December. Just do something to celebrate.

And hey, this could be you're reason to drink to day. Go raise a glass to the musical genious who deserves to win the Male Vocalist CMA.

Which is coming up in November. Oh, I can hear the money rolling in already.

Did I mention he's 37 today, and he's playing a concert. It's so unfair I don't get to sing him happy birthday. Unfair. Unfair.

Well, it starts.

I made my way to public safety and entered into the appeal process for the revocation of my parking ticket.

I now have two to three weeks before the Appeals Commitee takes their stab and judgement of my "Explination" for why I recieved the ticket in the first place.

Do you think, "I paid for a parking permit and therefore, should be entitled to the parking slots in that lot above all other takers, even on Homecoming weekend" would do? That's not what I wrote, but I think that might have a better chance at winning.

If this little judge and jury doesn't see my side in this, I still have to pay the damn thing. I hope I win or else twenty bucks goes down the drain.

Ahh, the stupidity.

Something fun to try

I know tons of people who like to read, so I thought this site might be fun for you. Each day, they e-mail you about five minutes worth of reading of a book in the book club you choose. After a weeks worth of teasers, you can choose to check out the book from your library, or go on wondering what happens next.

I know not everyone is a book whore like I am, but if you feel you don't read much, or don't know what to read, or like Toshia, don't know any author's you like, this is a pain free way to try something new.

I, of course, belong to the romance club, and if I had more time when checking my e-mail, I'd suscribe to more than one. So, go pick up a book or something.

Feeling Good

I'm ignoring my homework, which incidentally, was the reason I stayed here all weekend. I've finished reading The Blue Viking, by Sandra Hill. It was a really funny book. The story plot is mediocre and the characters pretty well drawn, but Bothar's sagas are hilarious. 2 of 4 Recomended read. Also check out the jokes she has on her website. Some are funny, some are just bad. I also reread Sarah's Sin which is one of my fave Tami Hoag books. My Vikes won, in which I need to give props to my man Hovan for his fumble recovery, The Defense for hiking up our interceptions all in one game, and Pep for getting his roll on. Congrats go out to Moore for his 33 yarder which is a career record for him in his rookie season. I must also commend Randy and the Coaching staff for picking the right record to continue. His start record is still going, while his touch downs and receptions in consecutive games has ended. We pick some, we lose some, but we gotta use out head and look to the future. And we're having Pizza for dinner.

Idiots who write parking tickets.

I'm sure by now everyone has heard about my parking ticket I got inwhich the officer described the make of my car as a Saturn, which it is clearly not. At least this guy called it a Plymouth, which it also, is not, but atleast it has Plymouth parts on it. I got tagged for not parking in a parking spot, because there were not slots open in the lots to which I have purchased a parking permit. Just where am I susposed to park then? Please someone relieve me of my ignorance? Now I have to go through that damned Appeal Process. You say too much work? I say totally worth saving this Twenty Bucks.

Ever see something so horrible that it must be a dream...and it wasn't?

Okay, so that's going a bit overboard, but Spiderman 2 sucked more than I can convey in polite and very offensive non-polite words. I could not beleive how horribly written that thing was. Everyone knows that he's spiderman, The Green Goblin gets to make a comeback, and we once again have to sit through the hype of what a great movie it is only to be exteremely disapointed.

I hate Toby Maguire. Ew. The best part of the movie was when he pulled his shirt off and it got caught on his head. You could see his washboard abs and not his mushed head.

I also can't stand Kiersten Dunst. She just rubs me the wrong way and comes off too Suzy Sunshine to be real. Plus, she dated scary Jake Gyllenhal (or however you spell it.) And she once described Brad Pitt as "icky." How can anyone like that be cool. I think her only movie I like is Now and Then and I love that one, only partically because of Devon Sawa's backside.

Oh, come on.

Today, I get to go see Spiderman 2 all by myself because Becky isn't coming and Tosh and Anna have class and Anthony is on duty. I hate being the person going to movies by themself. It so blows. No fair. Harumpf.

Strange

I just got done watching Monster's Ball. It is one strange movie. It deserves analyzation. It has to do with family relationships, racism, and things like that. It was way too deep for me on a wednesday afternoon while crocheting a baby blanket for my newest honorary nephew (mebbe).

Keith's video is on. My favorite song!

Anyhow, Monster's ball. I really don't understand why she got a big award for it. And I've never wanted to see that much of Billy Bob Thorton's anantomy. Angelina either liked gross guys, or else he REALLY made up for it in other ways. Ew. Bad mind pictures.

Now I'm gonna go return it to the Library then do homework. Yea me.

Don't have a slick title for this one.

Today is wednesday. And for some reason, my nose is giving me crap. Well, It keeps sneezing and I hate that. Erg. I finished reading My Fair Viking by Sandra Hill last night while Toshia was catching up on her math homework. So I still have three quarters of True History Of The Kelly Gang to finish up, but the grammar is starting to get on my nerves a bit. I also think they make Ned seem too simple. I'm sure fifteen year old criminals are a bit more complex than the writer is portraying him. I'm not sure I'm going to be able to overcome those short comings and finish the book.

Other than that, I have some reading to catch up on for my SA History class and that's all required of me today. Oh, I have to watch Monster's Ball too. I forgot about that. MMM. Some Heath Ledger. Yum. The only other thing I was thinking about was seeing Fahrenheit 9/11 because it's playing on campus and I'm curious. But I've got Monster's Ball still. Hum. I guess I'll just have to let today go. Besides, I've got tons of homework reading to catch up on too. Now I'm gonna go run for some lunch.

Embarassing the family connection.

Hey everyone! GO here! You can click on the photo gallery and see my little sis in action against Gackle-Streeter and Napoleon. She's number 13. They also have a game against New Salem in an article, but no accompaning Pictures. From what I've heard my sister's coach is an idiot and I can't believe the way some schools let their sports teams be coached. The stuff that she lets slide would never have been allowed by my coaches and some of it, not even by me when I coach. That's bad. Anyhow, this is my little required piece of embarassment on my sister's part and unqualified Pride from me. Did I mention she was second in her class until that one chick decided to transfer back because she was number one here and number five at her other school? Yeah. The way these things work.

Votes for Women

Today the Women's Center sponsored Iron Jawed Angels at Atwood Theater.

This movie rocked. It's got moder day music which would drive Tyler nuts since it's a historical, uh, sorta a biopic I guess. It tells the story of women's sufferage by focusing on Alice Paul and her National Women's Party. It also focuses in on some of her friends. One is a factory worker, one's a senator's wife, and then there's Lucy Burns, her best friend.

This movie has major star power, Anjelica Huston (ie Morticia Addams) Hilary Swank, and the guy that plays Andrew in Sweet Home Alabama.

It's bright and powerful, and makes me so glad I wasn't in a women's prison in the 1900's. I also never want to go on a hunger strike in nineteen teens when they force feed you uncooked eggs. No wonder the woman was tossing it back up. Yuck. Whoops. Bit of a movie spoiler there.

I would never have had the guts or stamina to do what she did. I think it's a good thing I'm little old me who's more concerned about her Major Application than the workings of the White House. Or, At least for this moment. Who knows about tomarrow.

Hum...I've got a movie poster still....and a journal to cover....They're really cute...Makes a statement...must think on this..

Currently...

I am ignoring my homework readings. Not that they don't sound facinating, I just don't feel like doing them. Bad Bad Lisa. I know. I think I'm going to go back to reading my book. I'm reading True History of The Kelly Gang. It's a novel by Peter Carey. No it's not for a class and yes it's not one of my porn books. Seriously you guys. Don't you think I ever read real stuff? I have Le Mort D'Arthur coming up again in the distant future. I really am waiting for that. I want to find something that's interesting. Anyways, I'm a quarter way through the Kelly Gang and loving every minute. It's a great book so far. As long as you don't like correct punctuation or grammar. That does seem to put a damper on how much you enjoy the reading experience. I think I'm going to put my not spanking new, but now found Brooks and Dunn CD in and waste time before class. Yes. It sounds good to me too.

New Author: Meg Cabot

I haven't actually read any of her YA titles and that seems to be what this site is geared to. She wrote the now infamous Princess Diaries, which has two movies out. One of which stars my Tuesday night Heart throb Chad Michael Murray. Anyhow, I've read (and own) She went all the way. Lou is the only girl in a family of cops. She's also a screenwriter who just made a star out of her louse of an actor boyfriend who tossed her over for his new co-star. Deciding to get on with her life, she makes for the wilds of Alaska and the set of her net movie. Only, the star of the new movie is the jilted lover of said louse's new Vegas bride. Jack's the action star in Lou's wildly popular action scripts and being stuck on a flight to an remote movie set with the mouthy writer doesn't put him in a good mood. It only get's worse when the pilot tries to shoot them and they end up on a wild chase through the frozen wonderland. (3 of 4 lightning bolts) Next came the wildly funny The Boy Next Door. If you've never read this book read it. It revolves around the kooky staff of the New York Journal, most specifically Mel Trent and her nextdoor neighbor's nephew, who's not really her nephew. This one gets 5 of 4 bolts, so go read it. Did I mention there's a Great Dane involved? And cats too. Last but not least in this extravaganza is the follow-up to TBND, Boy Meets Girl. This returns you to the buxom of the New York Journal and their Human Resource Department. Poor Kate is being taken to court by her favorite dessert lady on the catering staff for wrongful termination after her boss, affectionately named the T.O.D. (I'd tell you what it stands for, but Tosh took the book and all I can remember is Office Despot) forces her to. In walks the lawyer to defend her, the cute brother of the T.O.D's insufferable fiance. Of course, only chaos can ensue. Another 5 of 4. I'm telling you. These last two books are a must read for any girl heading off into the big bad world that requires a job, and a good laugh.

Death of the Monday morning.

Erg. It's monday morning. I think that says it all. Let's see. I have to go track down some signatures for my Major application. I have to go ask FinAid what the hell is up with my bill. Also, Iron Jawed Angels is playing this afternoon at the Atwood theater. I think I'm gonna go see that. Don't have class till Five. Still have to read chapter six for Ed Psych, but don't feel like it now. I love this song. I'm listening to Over and Over by Nelly Featuring Tim McGraw. It was on in the bathroom so of course I now have to spin the crap out of it on my media player. I also have to watch Monster's Ball some time before Wednesday. That's when It's due back at the Library. I think it's the movie Halle Berry won her big award for. I only rented, I mean borrowed it because Heath Ledger is in it. MMMMMMMM love him. I heard the stupidest thing about his movie, The Brother's Grimm. It's not coming out until next year now because the studio is putting another out in it's november slot. Damned Communists. I really shouldn't go around saying that should I? It's just another racial slur. Well, communists aren't a race, they're a political affiliation. So to be PC does that me that it's a political slur? Since politics is all mud slinging anyway, does this train of thought even apply? Too much time on yer hands sista.

Woo Hoo! Victory Dance.

We Won! We Won! (It's Green! It's Green!) Sorry. That is not where I was going with this. That "It's green" stuff has to do with Tara talking in her sleep. The winning part is real because of course the Purple kicked ass down in New Orleans tonight. Did everyone catch my favorite purple player Nate Burleson's dynamic performance? Yeah. I told ya'll the kid was good. I just love him to death. Pep got his roll on alot too tonight. I belive that was six touchdowns tonight, but I could be wrong. I gotta check the stats tomarrow morning on that. Disapointed in my Defense. They didn't make alot of noise except Nat Dorsey and his damn fasle starts. This is his second start I think in his rookie season. Learn to pay attention and not to flinch boy! I also saw my main man Hovan with some arm action but no announcer calls, so here's hoping he steps it up against the Titans next week. Hey, Hey, Hey, we got ourselves a new rookie runner and let me tell you, he's impressed me way more than Michael Bennet ever has. The way to keep your spot on a pro team is to stay healthy and big money Bennet can't handle that. The boy needs to get his head out of the clouds because Orlando Smith and Moore are both outstanding backs and he's gonna be SOL soon. The dark spot of the game is of course Randy's hamstring thing. I'm really proud of how mature Randy has become this year and I'm glad that our Offense showed the world that they're more than just the Randy Ratio. I really hope Randy's well enough for the Titans next week though because of his starting record. The man hasn't missed a start since his first game as a rookie. Something like a stupid strained Hamstring shouldn't screw that up. Now if he'd broken his leg or got his arm caught in a skill saw or something. Yeah. The record could come to an end then. Untill next time. Go Purple.

Holey Jeans

Today I'm wearing my favorite pair of jeans. They're the first pair of "girl" jeans that I bought after I gave in and made a more complete decision to loose weight. They're cheap jeans. A Walmart brand special. They aren't even a pair of those new strechy kind that are the only ones you can buy now. My mom's even tried to repair them a few times, but the holes keep coming in around the patches. They're beyond the point where I could chop them into a pair of shorts. But I still love to wear them. And they are the perfect pair to spectate football in. They work excellently for yelling at the television. They are exlemplarary for slicing apples and dipping them in caramel dip. And most of all? No one is around who can throw my ratty pair of jeans in the garbage because they are unfit to wear.

And they say Country and Rap don't mix

Go here and listen to the new Nelly Song Over and Over. Know who that is singing with him? That's right. Your ears aren't deceving you. That really is Tim McGraw singing with Nelly. I love this track. In fact, I'm gonna place this album (Suit) on my Christmas list just because of this track. Well, I suspose that's not too extreme for one song since of the many rappers in this world, I love Nelly the best. I will admit I've been hooked since Country Grammar. It's just something about how he actually sings in his hooks and stuff. I will admit that Pimpjuice isn't exactly something I was head over heels for, but I'm crazy in love with the song off the Bad Boys Soundtrack, Shake ya Tail Feather, and I'm absolutely crazy about this new song. I think one of the things I love most about this song is that even if I'd heard it on the radio first, I'd be able to tell that that was Tim singing on there.

Well, atl east it's not ebola

Today at dinner I made a joke about not wanting to pull this hair that attached itself to my shoe because I'd prolly catch ebola. ***yes. I understand things don't spread like that and all the other nasty comments, but it was all in fun.*** Anyhow, when I wear certain earings in my cartilidge, I get this weird lump behind my ear. Well, I know it's there and it hurts when you touch it. Of course I keep poking at it. Anna was telling me that when she was younger she had a lump and the doctor told her that it was an infection and could become meningitis. My niece, well, actually she's my second cousin. She had a lump on her neck that got infected. It turned out that those gills that babies have in the womb didn't disolve like they were susposed to. At four weeks she was in ICU with antibiotics pumping to fix it. She's an adorible, healthy, little girl who gives her bigger cousin Christian a wet willy while eating fruit snacks and her daddy was cooking dinner. So now, I think I have cancer or some other strange and horrible disease. What do they call people who always think they have some life threating illness. I don't know. But I'm not one of them.

A little self reflection

I am such a goof. This really didn't dawn on me until I got back from seeing The Terminal on campus tonight with Anna, Toshia, Becky, and Krystal. (promise review later) Tosh and Anna cut class tonight because of a "group project." Yeah. Those two are going to burn in hell for that one. Especially since Miss I Don't Lie was the one who sent the bogus e-mail. You're such a omissioner!

Krystal hadn't seen our room yet this year, so she came to check it out. That's when I noticed my blinking message light which turned out to be my mother. I was expecting a call, like Tuesday, not the night before my "big trip" with the truck and the rack to Rush City tomorrow.

You know how people leave those long drawn out messages on your machine hoping against all fate that you'll walk into the room before they finish and pick the phone up? My mom left me one of those. And I talked right back at the answering machine as if she could hear me. Apparently nobody else does this.

The Old Days.

Today in Ed 300 we were discussing middle school. Omigod. I think I told the wrong little story about myself. Instead of the third grade pencil thing, I told the fifth grade thing when I threw Allen and his bike into the garbage dumpster. That of course made me think of other things, like socking Regina out in 6th grade, fighting with Jaime in 5th grade, biting Travis, it just continues. On and on. I was such an aggressive one before I moved to BL. I never really noticed that before.

Do you have your ribbon?

Remember, October is Breast Cancer awareness month. Check out the American Cancer Society Site. Or participate in some other way. Don't forget the importance of women's health. Oh, and don't buy into the gimmicy stuff that goes around. There's a great posting about this at the tamponblog. Uh, oh yeah, get out the female vote. There. I'm done. I was cleaning off my desk when I realized I still had the breast exam chart thing the campus mail sent us. Right. I'm cleaning because tomarrow me and Becky and possibly Cameron or Tim are going to see The Terminal at Atwood theater, so if anyone's seen it or heard reviews...let me know.

Girls with Guitars

Ya know, I've always loved that song. I think it's sung by Wynonna. It's one of the things I've always wanted to learn to play. That and the drums. Infact, if I wouldn't have been such a dufus when I was ten I'd prolly be playing percussion instead of quitting the clarinet. It had something to do with my cousin's playing the sax and the flute. I'm not sure about it now. Besides, I quit because of a moody pregnant band teacher.

Back to the reason I started this post. I went to the Women on Wednesday thing. Both of the girls were really good. I wish I'd bought their CD's but I held off since I need to get gas and I'm already stretching myself thin because of my Concert Weekend in November. The one I loved the best was Danya River and her acustic performances. What can I say. It's a thing I do. I love acustics. So, sometime in the future, I think I'm gonna reward myself with a new CD. Until then, I'm listening to Kasey Chamber's Barricades and Brickwalls album while I read for SA Hist.

I did it.

I got up off my rump and got the process started for my Major Application. The only snaffu so far is that two of my signatures aren't around. That's why I'm blogging this little entry right quick before I make my way to Atwood for Women on Wednesdays. Yep. Heard that (read that) right. I got my sorry ass up and started doing all the crap I've been shooting my mouth off about. It hasn't passed my notice that the day I get up and do stuff is miserable. It's fourty six degrees out and I'm wearing my new pants that fit, but are tighter than I want them to be (since technically they're still a bit small). WOW, has some Rock the Vote action going on today I guess. Singer / Songwriters Kristy Kruger and Danya River have teamed up with national organizations such as "Rock The Vote" to promote voter registration in all the Swing States, which includes Minnesota. Kruger is a songwriter with a sense of realism who has an untraditional jazz influence approach to folk music. She has played throughout the United States and Canada. River has an exquisite mix of an entrancing voice, luscious lyrics and dark, intriguing guitar work. Together they create a unique platform for politics through music. I'm starving too. Since I've got a bit of SA Hist reading to do, I might mosey on over to the Miller Center and get that done. Mebbe work a bit on my homepage. Spice it up and give it a change. Who knows what I feel like doing today. I was thinking a walk in Munsinger Gardens, but it' s so freakin cold out. Oh well. Till later I guess.

Back in the day....

Today, with my afore mentioned procrastination brought out something in me that I haven't experienced for quite a while. Nerves. I'm a rather, calm, cool, difficult to ruffle sort of person, but for some reason ten minutes before my test I shot my adrieniline high as a, to be cliched, kite. Who talked me down? My wonderful friend Angel. It was like being back in highschool at speech meets. I'd get on the bus calm as you please, normally still in my pjs and carrying a pillow and blanket. We'd get to the school contest site and I'd change into my dress clothes (or I'd do it on the bus) and chill for a while with my CD player until we were all signed in. Then I would collect all my papers and wait to rock and roll. However, on some days, like when I changed my selection, my first time in a new category, or if the meet was right after school I'd be so wired I'd need someone to take me down a notch. So I'd follow Angel around and annoy her with questions while she was trying to go through her own competition warm-ups, which normaly consisted of talking to walls. That just never did it to me. I'd talk to chairs, or windows, or plants, or once I did my whole speech to a paper towel dispenser, but looking at the plain bricks on the walls. Nope. I guess I just didn't have the heart.

All done

Well, my paper's all done atleast. I think I'm over on my page count, but I get to re-do it in a couple of weeks with the next test so I don't care. Now I have to go study. Much easier one for me. All I needed to do was vent to Kristen about how fucking stupid this paper is and how I'm glad I didn't try and do it earlier because I'd be stressed out even more. She hates her paper and I'm mildly satisfied with mine. It's mean and selfish, but that makes me feel a whole lot better. The library called. Something is in. It's a regular lottery because I have no idea if it's for me or Tosh or what. Later I'll catch ya'll up on my books and movies and cd reviews. I listened to Van Leer Rose this weekend. It was okay. I think Jack drowned out her voice just a little too much with the instrument tracks, but otherwise, it was wonderful. I wouldn't buy it though. Going to work on some flash cards for a bit. Wish me luck.

If you can't stand the pressure

OH man! I knew there were reasons I hated being a procrastinator. Right now I should be working on my Ed Psych paper, which will be a snap once I start. Well, I did start but I'm already sick of it. It's due tonight. Did I mention I have a test in that class too that I'm not studying for? Oh. That's right. I'm ignoring it. I don't know. I think I've become disillusioned this semester. I can't stand doing anything. Arg. And I don't know what it is but this bra I'm wearing today has a death wish because it is pissing me off. Alright. I'm chilling out now. Only 39 days till Keith. I"m settled down now. Back to my paper. Why am I going to college again? Really. I could make pizza's for the rest of my life....

Who the hell picks flight times?

Saturday morning at five oclock, way too early for this girl, I rode with my parents to the airport. They headed down to Arizona for their Anaverary. Very Slick. Anyhow, I had to drive their truck back home since I get to keep it for a week. Now you must understand how much I love this truck. It's a '99 chev silverado. I love that model. It's been my wish list vehicle every since '98 and when they caved and got one, actually, the beast broke down so they bought a new truck and this was it, I have adored their truck. I can also count the number of times I've been allowed to drive it on one hand. So there I am. At the airport. Fuzzily sure about how to get home. Huge truck (I've finally gotten used to my little car, so this giganticness wasn't such a big deal) waiting for me to drive, and my mom says "don't hurt it." I'm thinking: "me? Hurt it? I worship it! Besides, weren't you the one who scratched it?" This ofcourse didn't get said. So six oclock in the morning I'm heading west on 494 in a chev pickup listening to the Twin Citites top twenty and John Heinz on K102 with a bake rack in the back of the truck. Did I mention on friday I have to trade it for a mixer? Oh yeah. Aren't I the shit?

I gave my duck away.

So, I thought of an Idea (or an ideer if your Larry the cable guy) for my journal and went to work on it. It's this hand with a duck and.... that's about as far as I got before a grey cat and a orange maple tree clamed my attention. Anyhow, Toshia and Anna have on going pranks on Anthony that have to do with his toilet. It started with balloons, and then it was cherrios. My contributing idea was a rubber duck. Well, I gave up my picture of a rubber duck to be taped to his toilet I guess. Poor guy. He's gonna have to start locking the bathroom door.

arah.

I'm listening to Be Here. I'm having creative meltdown. I don't have the oomph to start on my homework, so I'm crusing the net hoping to get some artistic muse for my journal cover. Nothing yet. Tiff is susposed to be here sometime soon. I'm packed and waiting to go home. It's BL homecoming so I'm gonna do my Blue and Gold regalia tonight and embarass everyone I'm going to the game with. I also get to see the 'rents because I have to drive them to the airport. Lucky people. They're going to Arizona for their anaversary. 21 years. Woohoo! Right. Mebbe I'll just go read a book. It's the Wedding Knight by Joanne Rock. Well. Toodles. Good Lord, where did that come from.

Of all things....and monkey barf.

I have this problem. My name is Lisa, and I cry at movies. The Little Mermaid. Cried at that. Troy. Yummy. I cried at that. Come on, Brad Pitt dies. It's safe to say I also cried during Legends of the fall, Meet Joe Black, and A River Runs Through it. Let's see, what else. Titanic, Pearl Harbor, even though I didn't really like it, The Notebook, Fried Green Tomatoes, Frequency, The Green Mile, The very first time I saw Dirty Dancing, I think I was like ten, Little Women, Gone with the Wind, I think you get the idea. The list goes on and on. I did cry during Alice in Wonderland, but I wanted to go home at that time and Alice couldn't. Totally different kind of thing. I still cry during The Patriot and that's my favorite movie. I can finally handle Heath Ledger dying, but when that little girl starts talking to her dad again. Man, my eyes well up all by themselves. Anyhow, Toshia finds this strange curse of mine funny. We went to see Moulin Rouge and while Nicole Kidman is dying, I'm bawling, and Toshia is laughing at me. This weekend Moulin Rouge is playing on campus so I decided to go with Becky. I did really well until Ewan McGregor started crying. So as a few glistening tears are leaking out, I decide to find something else to counteract the waterworks. That's when I noticed that in that scene, Ewan looks like a constipated monkey trying not to throw up. This statement worked rather well. I then had to try not to laugh at this sensitive and climatic moment in the film. Holding back laughter makes my eyes water also I guess. Not pretty.

When taking tests...

I had a bit Ed test today. The first one ever. I didn't study much all week. Infact, I hadn't read two of the chapters. Toshia, my wonderful roomie and bestest friend in the world and sorta competent navigator and shotgun rider, wrote out all of our flash cards. There were lots and lots and lots and I could keep up with the lots but it still wouldn't give you an accurate picture of how many cards there were.

Anyhow, I cramed this morning and afternoon. By the time the test came around I was pretty confident.

So there I was, white version of the test, sharpened pencil, flip-flops kicked off, leg bouncing, humming "walk like an Egyption" throught the entire test. God, I hope I did well.

About that shopping nonsense...

Monday Toshia and Anna went shopping because their brand of jeans are on sale this week. Tosh tried on a new pair of jeans and they were just a smidge too big. She's such a nice roomate that she asked me if they fit so I could have them instead of returning them. They fit. They're exactly one size smaller than my current pants so, I'm happy. She however is not. While my waist line is slowly decreasing, her's is expanding. (I'm gonna catch hell for that I'm sure.) That is how I found myself in the car crusing to the mall listening to Gary Allen's Nothing on But the Radio, thinking about my last trip to the mall. On the way there, the three of us (Tosh, me and Anna) were crammed into Anna's truck with the windows down flipping through our country stations looking for a good song that fit the mood. All of a sudden we hear my second favorite B&R song. Of course, Save A Horse wasn't coming from our radio. It was coming from the CD player of a very fine looking man in a white truck passing us. It just goes to show how universal good music really is. On the way home, a blonde in a taurus on a cell phone gave me a dirty look for singing and banging the side of the truck along with Gretchen Wilson's Here For the Party. This is also the trip where Anna forgot her muffin at Perkin's and the waitress was nice enough to chase us out of the resturant with it. Come to think of it, the boys that followed us out weren't impressed with our knowlege of Awful Beautiful Life (Daryl Worly) lyrics either. Oh, and this morning I was singing keith's DGB on my way out the door, then I heard WWWBM playing in the lobby. That was good think music for my morning Geography test.

Shopping

Being abducted by Tosh to run to Penny's tell you all bout it when I can excape.

Where's hazardous to my what?

This article was really interesting. Well, it wasn't a best selling novel and it wasn't exciting, but it wasn't something I've ever thought about before.

After reading it and thinking it over, I can see where suburban living could be a problem. Back when I lived in CH I did walk an awful lot. I walked to school, to the stripmall, to friends houses, to McDonalds, K-mart, the gas station. I also was too young to have a car, but I think I'd definately have still walked alot even if I hadn't moved.

Here at SCSU I walk alot on campus and sometimes over to the historic downtown, which is close by. The real downtown however is too far to walk so I normally drive there. I suspose I could take the bus and do somewalking, but that seems strange to do for some reason. I mean It's not like I'm doing anything different. I'd still be sitting on my butt. Oh well. Interesting bit of info.

Lazy ass

I did homework today. Or, I'm trying to do homework today. Got a possible lead of a job. Gonna get on that tomarrow between my tests. I have two tomarrow. Not ready for either of them really. I'm so sick of being lazy, but I've got into that pattern and now I have to change an entire habit. A lifestyle at this point. I don't know when I became such a lazy one. Mebbe living in little square rooms depresses me or something. I don't know. I just need to do something and all I do is complain about needing to do something. Mebbe it's because I don't know what I need to do. I've never had this problem before. I've always been one of those frantic little do-gooder types that has fifty million places they need to be and things they need to do. I don't have that anymore. I think that's the second reason I need a job. So I have a place I need to be. Mebbe I'll volunteer somewhere too. I could teach sunday school again. Last I heard they still needed more teachers. I think you switch off days you're there. That could work for me. Going to study about geography now. Climates and Weather. I'd rather be out side swimming in the river. But it's too cold in the water and I have a test. Ick.

Breeder's Cup is heating up to the big time

I'm a big fan of Horse racing. I don't know why. It's not like movies or reading where there's sexy males and lots of action. Oh, wait a minute. Yes. That is why I love it. Even if the males are four legged and of another species. And don't go expecting any Lisa Thurorbred babies to rival those of Donkey and Dragon. Any how, the Breeder's Cup is on the 30th of this month in Texas. I haven't really checked out the list of contenders but this little news worthy tidbit I snitched and posted will make all you unfollowers odds alot better. Here's to hoping it helps me too.

filched from here. 2004 Breeders' Cup Video Preview Website and DVD NTRA announced today that 80 key prep races for the Breeders' Cup World Thoroughbred Championships will be available for free viewing online via streaming video. If you prefer, you can also order a DVD with all the races for only $16.99. Relive the best stakes races of the year or study them to get a head start on handicapping the Breeders' Cup races. Details and links for either available here. The online content, accessible now by visiting here, here, or here will feature full video and audio of all 80 races.

An Article for Angel

I'm not a over the top Beatles fan. In truth, I lean more towards the George Harrison than the John Lennon tunes. Here comes the sun being one of my all time favorites. And everybody knows how I feel about *shudders* Hey Jude. *puts hand to heart* Yep. Still beating. But that's a McCartney tragedy. But I thought this was a juicy bit of gossip. So here. I'm a gossipmonger now.

Tuesday 'tude

I watched tonite's Gilmore Girls and couldn't be more happy. This Loreli and Luke thing, it's so cute and has my stamp of approval. I'm not big on Rory and Dean. Personally, I don't think Jared Padalecki or however it's spelt, is hot. I'm a big fan of Naked Guy aka Marty. He really works as a potential love intrest. They also introduced a new dude. Logan I believe his name is. Not sure I like the actor. Love the 'tude. I like 'tudey guys. I also like dirty guys. Well, not dirty but dirty you know? That still is messed up. Ah, I got it! I like dirty guys not scrubby guys. Viggo Mortensen not Kid Rock. The new guys' just too. Clean I guess. My mom likes those clean babyfaced types. Ick. Hum. One Tree Hill is going. And staying intruging enough for me to remain an avid fan. The Nathan and Hailey thing is adorible, but being married in highschool is a bit out of my knowledge zone. Still one of Chad's fans. He's a babe. And strangely, is only bordering my dirty guy thing. Some days he has it, some days he doesn't. Right. Going to go read a Meg Cabbot book. It's my first adult contemporary of hers. Called She went all the Way, I believe. It's the third book I've read with an actor in it in a row. Must find a new character hero type soon. Macho actor boys are getting to me.

The scourge of Hip-hop

Now don't get me wrong, I love Mary J. and OutKast and all sorts of bands. When I mention that I actually enjoy the same sorts of music as what some people term "normal" teenagers their eyes bug out. I listen to Eminem, Nelly, Missy Elliot, Destiny's Child, and the like. I'm also a big fan of Train, Puddle of mud, Matchbox 20, Eve 6, Eagle-eye Cherry, ect. Not to mention my obsession with Country dudes and the Classics of Southern Rock. I also chill out to Garbage, and some times I go for Tool, Korn, and Godsmack along with the odd assortment of 93x music when I feel "in the mood." For me however, when the mood to rock comes upon me, NO ONE beats out the legends: The Beatles, the Beach Boys, the Doors, the Dave Clark five, Jimi Hendrix, Jefferson Airplane, Johnny Cash, and especially, the Rolling Stones. Yesterday, I motivated my self enough to open the door, dress, and start cleaning. (and yes, it was in that exact order.) To do this, I put the Stones in the DVD player and cranked it to a moderate if-Tosh-was-farther-down-the-hall-she-would-approve level. ( I will admit that the volume fluctuated when I got to Get off of my Cloud because that's my fave Stones tune. ) However, halfway through Ruby Tuesday, the girls next door crank up their radio and start in with the double bass. Alright, my music is a bit too loud. I can handle that. I turn it down a few notches. They wail theirs higher. Fustrated to no end, after twenty minutes of whomping hip-hop beats drowning out the superior rhythm and vocals of Mick, Keith, and the boys, I pull out the most annoying CD I own (and love). I crank the TV up to top volume capacity and press play to Mister-Livin'-La-Vida-Loca himself. After about ten seconds of that I turn it down and insert vintage Backstreet Boys at normal levels and sing at the top of my caterwaling lungs. Did I mention I was and possibly still am to a certain degree a full supporter of boy bands? Oh, and my Chieftains CD should be in at the library by the end of the week?

Beating the dead horse.

I know putting this article here is like preaching to the choir, but I'll go into my teacher voice and say plagerism is wrong. There's a bunch of ways you can plagerise that most people don't recognise as plagerism, and the big whopper: teach other's not to cheat simply because it is wrong. I know I learn more and more about it as I pass through the hallowed grounds of SCSU. I cheated once when I was in seventh grade on some math quizes. I've always hated math and was disapointed that my scores were dropping so bad. A friend called me on it, I exonerated myself. And now I've become the caped crusader for stealing and cheating. What would people say if they knew the Lightning girl had stooped to this? Actually, it prolly doesn't come as much of a susprise. People! Talk to your kids!

Tame is an understatement

Ususally the hits on my blog come from SweetandSour goth or from that Next Blog button. When my blog comes up for searches, it's normally things like "keith urban" "dierks knee surgery" "Johnny Depp country video" and the like. Today I got a hit by somebody searching for "Dolly's boobs Naked". Now I may not know Dolly personally, but any picture you find that claims to contain that is most likely digitally enhansed. The woman is really rather modest for all her brassy humor. Get a life. The woman's old and getting a breast reduction anyway. Besides, I wouldn't want to look a woman's close to sixty year old breasts. Then again, I'm a girl and breasts really don't hold much mystery for me.

Random blabbering nonsense

I don't know what to blog about. I just had the urge to do it now. I'm listening to Katrina Elam righ now on CMT's listening party. She's a new artist who's album just came out today. Infact, I'm thinking about skimming some money to go buy her cd. She's also the opening act for Keith Urban when I go see him on the 19Th of November in Sioux Falls. That seems like such a long wait. Thinking about being lazy again today. Doing a pretty good job so far, but no where near as good as Toshia. She's still in bed. Read Opposites Attract by Hailey North last night. Should write up a quick review. Soon. Promise. I've also got some Elton John albums from the library waiting for me to give a listen. Mebbe I can filch some of Tosh's double A's and get my disc man working. Tomarrow's women on Wednesday is about GLTB and politics. It sounds really interesting so, I might show up there. Otherwise, we've got some singer playing live at lunch in the Quarry. Any one ever heard of Nini Camps? Maybe I'll go read for my SA hist class tomarrow night. Nothing like the early history of South Africa for a pick me up. Oh wow. That was depressing. Screw that. I'm gonna put in the Stones and read today's paper.

Hum-in-a Hum-in-a Hum-in-a

I don't feel like starting on doing anything productive. I really should. Like Ed Psych homework and such. Ew. Don't have the feel for it yet. Did some unpacking from this weekend. Really wishing I had a pumpkin to carve or something. I always loved doing that. I think Halloween is my second favorite holiday. It's always been something I looked forward to and never let pass up. The thing I find funniest is that neither of my favorite holidays revolve around gift giving. Or even really getting stuff. The fourth of July is all about fireworks and grilling hotdogs and the birth of our country. Halloween is darker, colder, deader. I love the costumes and folklore, and of course those caramel apples. Candy is more of a little kids thing now. I haven't trick or treated since. Well, prolly senoir year of highschool or so, mebbe it was junior year. I was a pirate. Must have been junior year. Senior year I was a bar wench and we toasted Toshia's grass skirt at Matt's house. I should go clean something. Hum. I love this song. I'm listening to the Stones today. I guess they're really not autumn music, but classic rock just might be the music of my soul. Along with country, and blue grass, and some of that celtic stuff. Oh and bagpipes. God I love those.

A woman's perogative.

I changed my mind. I've been hardly laboring over my Halloween costume for about Three months now. In a fit of genius or blind stupidity I found a costume that eclipses my gypsy yearnings. I am now beyond excited because I'm going to be... Duh-done-dee-duh I'm gonna be Medusa. I saw this cheap looking, but very uncheap costume that consisted of a black dress and a very ugly and stupid looking snake tiara. So I'm going to revive my toga days of freshman year and go with some wicked rubber snakes in my hair. Plus, like that year, soon after Halloween and my fantabulus hair-do, it's going to get hacked off.

Well, That was a first for me.

It all started with Toshia saying "lets go shopping." Well, It actually started with Rascal Flatt's new album coming out, hence why we needed to shop. Anyhow, it turned into me, Tosh, her sister Erin, and her mom running around shopping today. Toshia convinced me we needed groceries. Me? I would have sat around starving for another week. But convince me she did, so fifty bazillion bags later on the front lawn, I loaded up my car and made my way back to school. In the car, Toshia was talking about her game plan of leaving all the non-refrigeratorables in the car. Me? I'm lazy enough to carry them all in one trip. Complaining and whining about using the elevator. Toshia treks it on up the stairs. Following at a much slower rate, like a staggering walrus I carried forth. By the second floor landing I had my pants around my knees and was holding 'em up with the apples and caramel dip. Oh the joys of shopping.

I Got Published!!!!

Right, so in the University Chronicle last week there was this opinions letter about President Bush that was beyond ridiculous about him being the greatest president ever in the history of the United States. I wrote a quick rebuttal and sent if off. Thinking that mebbe I had a shot in the dark about getting it in the paper...And I did!!!