Friday Night With the Moon Not Quite Out

There is just something about being followed back home by state troopers after making purchases at the liquor store that induces certain people to giggle.

Weakness

My biggest personal flaw is probably that insane part of me that allows procrastination to take over everything. At this moment, I should be working on my research paper for my China class that is due on Monday, a pushed back date at that, but instead, I'm here blogging and listening to Shelly Fairchild's awesome CD a week before it's release date.

Somewhere along the way, my paper has morphed from being about the "new" Chinese woman of revolution to having to read about footbinding, which I feel is on the same level as female circumcision, it gives me nausea, not something I'm particularity looking forward to.

Oh, and I'm hungry, but I don't want to venture to the store by myself, so I have to survive on stale cereal until Tosh gets dropped off and I have a shopping buddy to decide what I'm hungry for with.

Poor Flicka

Sad News.

Cold as a Witch's Tit

I went to a softball game that I didn't particularly want to go to, to see my friend pretty much get blown off by her new guy because he ex is on his team. Boys are stupid. She needs to find a new pond to fish in. And number 11 on the other team was pretty damn fine looking. "Our" team won, and I haven't been to a game in a long time, so it was almost worth freezing my ass off.

Profound Thought the Lisa Way

If you had to describe yourself as a tree, what type of tree would you be and why?

I'd be a sumac because they are annoying and difficult as hell to get rid of.

Any other takers?

Busy Day

I have to run to the library and work on my China paper and my Daddy's coming to visit! Have I mentioned that yet? Exactly. I'm a little excited. I've got so much loot to send back with him for my sisters that it's crazy.

Windfall

A friend of a friend of a friend (shall I continue) won tickets to see an exclusive artist showcase tonight featuring Amy Dalley (Men Don't Change, Living Together). Tosh has conflicts because of work, I have conflicts because my dad's coming down. Life is just unfair.

Good Read

See Jane Score by Rachel Gibson

Jane is a reporter in Seattle that's know for her singles column. Luc is the new goalie for the Chinooks and his season is on fire. Oh, and he hates reporters. Someone has the idea to send reporter Jane on the road with the team to attract a larger female audience. Interesting idea, but in the superstitious world of hockey athletes, the trouble only begins.

I was in tears. This book is absolutely hilarious, and I can't believe I stayed up so late so I could finish it. The bit about Tinky Winky the "Telebelly" was drink out the nose inducing, although I'm not sure how many people would actually do that while reading a book.

4 of 4 Lightning bolts from Lightning Girl

LIVIN

Got together with Becky, Anna, and Tosh last night. We ate pizza and watched Dazed and Confused and made plans for later this week. Sounds like we might head out to The Press on Wednesday for Anna's free Birthday pizza. There's also talk about trying to go to Keith Anderson's CD release party.

Here's my question. What makes seventies stoner music so awesome? I'm crazy about it, even if I'm the farthest thing from a pothead. What does that say? That I appreciate good music? The musicians were so inferior they needed help to be creative? I'm a stick in the mud?

I Drank Too Much Ice

and now I have to pee.

New Book

I started reading See Jane Score by Rachel Gibson. I'm on page 8 and already crazy in love with this book.

Can You Say Klutz?

I just managed to dump an entire jar of clear thumbtacks on the floor under my desk. Please tell me how these things happen?

Funny Quirk

The guy waiting in the elevator lobby has Kenny Chesney's When the Sun Goes Down as his ring tone.

Why is this funny? He looks very much like one of those suburban white guys into hip-hop culture.

The Big Question

Sociology reading or China paper research? That is the million dollar question.

I think I'm going to ponder this over lunch.

*smiles slyly*

Lunch break.

Riotous Matters of the Heart.

Ah. For funniness.

Hormonal Downer Mood

Tosh has returned and regaled me with her rip roarin' weekend and that thoroughly depresses me. I spent mine mostly alone and doing homework. I sound like such the spinster it makes me want to bawl.

The funny thing is that I actually had a blast. I mean it's not like I'd rather ditch the time I spent with my fam on Saturday for being lazy with my pals. And I really do enjoy cruising around with the widows down blasting music and singing along badly. It's just that I'd rather not have done it by myself.

Alright. Enough of that. I know. I'm just upset because unlike everyone else who seems to be able to fit a bit of fun it, my next three weeks are entirely zoned in on finishing projects, papers, and other assignments for my classes while juggling moving out, the food show, arranging my new job, and my trip home for Mel's graduation. Summer can not come soon enough.

The Fantabulous Keith Anderson

Keith Anderson's debut album Three Chord Country and American Rock and Roll is available May 3rd and is also up on CMT's Listening Party. Check it out here.

I'm crazy about the album, but I'm especially feeling Podunk, Stick it, and of course Pickin' Wild Flowers.

Lisa's Skip Day

Wednesday I'm skipping classes to go the food show. I get to spend the day with my daddy (I just found out that Sean is coming down too) and try new food items for the pizza shop. Now however, I have to get all my homework done. Ek. Once again.

Being an Auntie

I kinda like being an "honorary" auntie, even if Tabby says I can't be one.

Elizabeth was over on Saturday when I went to visit my cousins. She is such an adorable little blondie. Poor Tim is going to have to beat the boys off when she gets older.

Christian is talking. Good lord. Everything ends in "y" now except mama. Nana is now Nanny. Dog is now Doggie. Door is now dory. But mom is still mama. They also buzzed him and now he keeps rubbing his head. Lol.

Boris Karloff Baby.

This weekend I finally started work on my Family Biography paper for my Immigration class. My cousin Sandy's been doing that whole genealogy stuff. It's amazing and fascinating and I think I'm really going to get into that sort of thing.

Anyhow, I might possibly be related to Boris Karloff, ya know the guy that played Igor in Frankenstein. It hasn't been "officially" determined, but he changed his name because he didn't thing Pratt was a real acting career friendly name. So, I guess it's something fun to look into.

Getting Ready For The Weekend

I'm packing for this weekend. Unlike Tosh who gets to prepare for parties, pizza, and road trips, I'm packing homework and other "I don't NEED this for the next three weeks" items to head to BL for my pow-wow session with my homework. Yea, me.

Sleepin' In

Tosh and I have discovered that neither of us have our first class tomarrow. That means we get to sleep in. Or still get up and do homework. Tough call. lol.

Spring Cleaning

For college students, spring cleaning has a totally different meaning. For me, it means that from here on out, I have to slowly lug things homeward so move out day doesn't take forever. Doing that also sets me on semi easy streak for finals week.

Today however, I'm doing homework. Lots of homework.

Lost a post

Blogger lost my post from this morning. It must have errored when I left for class. Damn thing.

Fun word to say

Smoochology

I found it in a magazine when I was making one of those Modge Podge picture frames.

Mission: Terminated

My Prof shot down my book for that paper. He said it focused too much on the American Experience. So he gave me some more "source" material to check out. Yeah. More work for me.

Toshia is mean.

1. She makes me vacuum the carpet even though she knows I hate doing it and that I am not the only one who has to sit/lay/sleep/any other activity on it.

2. She lied. When she moves she's taking the electrical equipment she told me I could still use.

3. After I begged for two months to go, she convinced Anna to go to Ihop without me.

4. When they go for dinner while I'm at class, they never bring me something back.

5. She tried to make me think she went to Val's for dinner tonight and then didn't bring me anything back, which really pissed me off because I really didn't get to eat any dinner, but Kristin saved her because we have floor activities tonight that are serving pizza.

Brain Hurts

I just got done with my Ethnic Studies Mock school board meeting about mascots. I ended up on the "Keeping it" which I don't agree with, so I had to prepare a statement as a student athlete and student government member supporting keeping our Native American mascot. (I was fabulous by the way).

However, there was the young woman on the other team that was vehemently opposed and would not shut up! She had to address every single comment made and kept slamming all our points even after the "meeting" moved into a compromise stage and into class discussion and no longer a "meeting" where we had to perform our roles. She called me a flip-flopper and made some veiled Kerry remarks. It was very unsportsmanlike.

I Got a Little Color Today.

I spent lunch, yet again, eating a gyro and doing homework. Because of the rain however, I had to sack out on the dried cement slabs. Anyhow, I just pulled my shirt off to put my jammies on and HOT DAMN I am already working the tan lines on my decolletage.

Reading handwriting

Tosh just commented that "yeah I can read my own handwriting" which of course she couldn't read, because some how feet became face and it ended up on there twice. I however can read the most horrible handwriting. Ever had to read something written by Josh Gregersen? People in my home ec class used to pay me to correct his papers.

Question

What form does internal gratitude take exactly?

Cross the Crossable Body Parts.

I think I may have found a way out of my China research paper. We get the option to do a book review, and I think I may have found a book from my other research to use. I have to get clearance from my Prof first, so now I have to get up at the crack of dawn because that's the ONLY time I can make his office hours. Wish me Luck.

Hooray!

New episodes return tonight for both Gilmore Girls and One Tree Hill. And in other news, I read somewhere that Chad Michael Murray and Sophia Bush have wedded. I thought the wedding was supposed to be in May? Well, whatever. Congrats.

Off For Good Behavior

Today's Sociology class got cut short because the DVD player wouldn't work so we couldn't watch a video on the formation of Masculinity. Instead of running to her office to get some lecture notes, Dr. Ore just let us loose. I think I'm going to be able to get all my China reading done now. LoL.

Real Men of Genius

The boys downstairs are out playing basketball, so they decided to turn up their really bad women bashing music to top volume.

How do I strike back you ask? With one of womanhood's most powerful tools.

That's right Ladies and Gents, I fired up the vacuum cleaner and vacuumed the rug which Tosh has been after me about for a week. So now my carpet is clean and the noise is off.

I guess Lightning Girl's work is never truly done.

Today's Top Hits

This is a small list of the searches that stumbled onto my blog:

Keith Anderson Pickin Wildflowers
Gerard Buttler (times 2)
Keith Urban Look Alikes
Guitar Monkey
Women's Thong Underwear

and the grand prize winner. . .Sexy Bemidji Girls

I want to know where the heck that one came from.

The Cheese is over for now.

The Mr. Romance Contest has just ended, and all I can really say is that that show is one of those cheesy train wreck type things that you just can't pry you're eyes away from. Or you're ears. Those boys are the corniest ever. I swear.

The guys me and Tosh have been rooting for made it to the final five except for Tosh's Adam. And Andrew, while not winning the competition, won viewers choice. And while Bruce looks hot as a Scottish Highlander, the man has a singing voice like, well I believe the announcer said he was singing love songs to a whale. Poor man.


oh, Randy won.

Fun word to say

dwindled

Jeremy from my Ethnic Studies class said it today. And it's just so fun to repeat.

I know I Looked Like a Bag Lady, But Still. . .

Today while I was at the library I got two distinctly disgusted looks from two men who were in no position to be tossing them around.

First of all, I was dressed like a hobo because I was lazy. It was my JP's outfit, but with non-holed jeans, a white bra, and my brown snap shirt tossed over the top so my strappiness wasn't so obvious.

I set my stuff down at a computer in the 3rd floor comp lab and this BIG (as in very round) guy with long brown greasy hair shoots me a dirty look. And then continued to look disapproving and grunt at me the entire fifteen minutes I sat their to shoot Renee my bibliography in an email.

I then progressed downstairs thinking I'd get some of my Ethnic Studies readings done. Once I negotiated the materials away from the grumpy guy at the circulation desk I made my way to my normal table. I like the one right in the middle on the first floor. I get to watch the bathroom traffic and sometimes it's rather entertaining. Today however, somebody was sitting there, so I had to take a less trafficked area. And at the table next to me, another BIG (see note above) guy with a greasy brown ponytail sat sneering at me and drinking his coffee.

Gads. Can't nobody just leave me alone?

Out in the Warm Sunshine

Today we had marvelous weather. I ate my lunch barefoot in the grass next to Atwood. I also had my foot on the sprinkler head because if that sucker was going off there was no way I was going to get sopping wet. Well, actually, there was a really good chance I would, but I was hoping the whole foot thing would give me some prior notice.

So there I was. Eating a chicken gyro and editing my annotated bibliography for Galler's class. Perfection on a warm spring day. Someone should write an ode to me.

I got nudged!

Right. So Tosh and I went to meet Becky at JP's tonight for dinner and on the way back we were chillin' at a stop light singing along to the radio. Normal, right?

All of a sudden, the car lurched. Immediately I looked down thinking my car had just shut off, died, imploded, something all on it's own. Nope. The car behind us rear-ended us. When I looked back, these two girls giggled and then flipped me off. I guess they didn't like the Nodak license plate art on my car.

(There were no vehicles harmed in this nudging.)

If Only I Had Forty Five Bucks to Toss Around

I actually could get a lot of stuff I want with that, and truthfully, the top of my list, suprisingly, isn't tickets to Keith's Mankato show, in fact my next major purchase is either going to be my PPST test or a new printer (since mine died in September).

Oh yeah. The reason I even started this is because Mindy Smith is playing the Guthrie in Mpls. with Mary Chapin Carpenter in May and that would be something wicked to see. I have Mindy's debut CD and it's so beautiful. Still, I think my favorite is her singing Dolly's Jolene. I don't know if anything much tops that.

Little Girl Lost

So, it sounds like Tosh may be moving in with Bri and Ben. Somebody send out the pity party invites.

Or maybe not.

I've got two options, but either way, I get a new roommate. My first is to just stay here in the dorms and get a new roomie. The other is to get a job so I can toss in some rent money and bunk with Jade. Either way, I've got a major adventure staring me in the face don't I? LOL.

Weekend of the Sloth.

It is now Sunday afternoon, and I still haven't completed the planned amount of homework for the weekend. I have, however, managed read three books for fun.

And I've finally put some real clothes on.

At least I would call them real clothes: my favorite pair of jeans, which prolly have more hole in them than a slice of swiss, a black Old Navy halter I inherited from somebody with my silver/grey bra sticking out, my day old dirty hair tossed up, and I'm sure I'll dress this train wreck up with my silver flip-flops.

So I'm just chillin' and listening to Dierks's new disc that isn't out yet. (God I LOVE CMT's listening parties!)

And now, I've sweet talked Becky and Tosh into heading over to JP's with me. I want french fries so bad!

Green Olives and OJ

I must admit that was an interesting mix.

. . .And She Can Sing Too

Alrighty, I just got back from seeing Vanessa Carlton. Well, not actually just back since I've talked to Becky, peed, and contemplated my eye make-up.

The concert was pretty awesome. A band named McKinley Place opened. Throughout their amazing acoustic set, I was staring at the background vocalist and trying to place him. Here, it turns out, I have like three classes with him. Tosh and Anna both are talking about picking up their album and they're playing at the Carpet in May, so we'll probably try and see them there.

After a short intermission Vanessa came on stage. I know her radio singles and prior to this had been one of those people who enjoyed the music on the radio, but not much else. That has totally changed. She's one of those triple threats. She can write, she can sing, and she can play one hell of a piano. She's also very articulate, funny, humble, and totally relatable.

The set was simply her and the piano, and she was wearing this strapless pouffy dress that Erin would be madly in love with. The entire event was treated as if we were sitting in the living room and she was just playing around with some music and relating the stories behind them.

I'm still on a concert adrenaline high and I want some french fries or something. I guess I have to talk Toshia in to a late night food adventure.

The Birthday Girl's Little Hellion

Today is my cousin's birthday and I just got off the phone with her. After hearing this story about my sorta nephew/cousin Christian, I knew I had to blog about it.

Christian is starting to talk a lot more, especially in toddler sentences. Apparently Tabby and Laura tried to get him to say something that came out as, "I am Dutch." Instead of putting a stop to it, they egged him on until he was running up and down the hallway, bouncing off walls, shrieking "I am Dutch."

See. I am not weird. I come by it naturally.

Concert Day Count down.

Eight hours and counting until the Vanessa Carlton concert tonight.

And to prepare for it? I'm listening to Dierks Bentley's listening party on CMT. It is SO awesome you really need to check it out.

One Good Morning

After staying up all last night reading Daisy's Back In Town by Rachel Gibson, I woke up to the alarm this morning. No. Let me rephrase that. I woke up to Keith Urban singing Jeans On. I was only half awake, but I was singing the chh chh parts.

When I actually sat up, my dream came back to me. I was chasing down the Supreme Court. I wasn't like going to their houses and gunning them down or anything. The Dept. of Justice building was on a skateboard and I was chasing it down the street.

I guess this means no more cheese and cracker snackers before I go to bed.

The Horse Bringer

Last night me and Tosh went to BL to check on her sister who recently got braces and as it turned out, go grocery shopping. I went in and said, "Hi!" to my little girl, but Ainjil wouldn't talk to me, and well, the girl runs hot and cold so it wasn't entirely unexpected. That's when Penny explained that Ainjil had said I was going to bring her a horse, and I didn't and so she wouldn't talk to me.

If you're bewildered yet, do worry. None of us had a clue either, especially me.

Apparently, Ainjil went with to the store and was told she could pick out a toy. She chose a horse that was over the price limit and was encouraged to get something else, and then got mad when she couldn't find her horsies when she got home. She was told she might get it for her birthday, and I guess horses and birthdays are some how connected to me.

Last night I left after being told that I was supposed to bring back a Mommy horse, a Baby horse, and a Daddy horse next week. I guess I have some shopping to do.

Lot of Listening to Do!

Everybody haul ass over to CMT and give a listen to Dierks's brand new album Modern Day Drifter at CMT's Listening party! His album comes out May 10th. And you know Tosh and I will be in line to pick it up.

I Know How He Knows.

The new song that I'm totally obsessed with is Bobby Pinson's Don't Ask Me How I Know.
You can check out the video on CMT.com, or just click on the link.

Pretty Checks

I have always wanted to get those cute personalized checks instead of the stupid regular ones.

Registration Day

It's days like this that make living with Toshia perfect. Today I was supposed to register at 8:30 am. At this time, I was laying in bed clutching my chest because Tosh just scared the crap out of me (which was probably a good thing because I was dreaming about possessed cars and octopus people). While I was sitting there gasping with shame, she remarks, "when do you register?" Yes, I think that almost tied my speed record of the burnt-toast-fire-alarm sprint at Girl Scout camp.

So now I am all registered and all dressed and taking 14 credits next semester. I got opted out of 2 classes because they didn't schedule well with others. So now it looks like I've got:

Hurl 497 & 498 which are about accepting diversity and keeping the -isms out of the classroom,
Health for Educators, a Native American history class with Galler (I've got him now for History concepts. He's mr. write me a paper everyday), Toshia's astronomy class, and Information media that is supposed to teach me how to integrate technology into the classroom.

We'll just have to see how this goes I guess.

Keith on Today

Keith was on the Today show this morning, and although my roomies didn't let me wake up to watch it, I did tape it and then make Becky and Toshia suffer through most of it so I could catch all the little teaser comments throughout the show.

You can skip all that and just see him perform Days Go By here.

Here the instructions on how to watch the video:

1. Do you see where it says "More concert video" with a picture of lead singer from Maroon 5. Click on the picture or the launch button.

2. A pop up window is gonna open up

3. Do you see where it "Video Search" on the left side of the pop window page.

4. Type in Keith Urban

5. Then you will see 1 video of Keith Urban from today's performance from the show. Click on on the picture to see the video.

Listen for when he says "Hi Mom!" He's such a sweetheart!

I am a Witness.

Toshia was out drinking with us last night. And it's true. She's a Whisky Coke girl. At least now I have somebody else besides me and Becky that suck those babies down.

As for the rest of Anna's Birthday, we started at JP's where she got her first drink on the house along with her first shot, which almost knocked her off her chair. From there we went to The Press for a free pizza (cheese) and a fishbowl (one very tart blue kamikaze). We also had the entertainment of Toshia offending two guys, including one very large man named Paco.

From there we walked to McRudy's but they didn't have very good music playing, so we went down to Dusty's. The crowd there was pretty sparse (it was Wednesday after all) but Anna had a Cali Coke and called everyone who wasn't able to make it out with us. And now I owe Becky dinner because I forgot my ATM card.

Article to find

If you ever get the chance, read If Men Could Menstruate by Gloria Steinem. It is one of the most hilarious things I've ever read. And it sparks heated debate in class, or rather, it sparks one guy to suck it up and go to bat for the species only to be shot down by over half of the class.

Quote time again

"When I was in elementary school, girls couldn't run the mile because they were afraid our uteruses (uteri?) would fall out or something." -Dr. Tracy Ore on social construction of gender and inequality.

Post Bashing

Well, Anna's Birthday extravaganza is officially over. Or at least for me it will be once I wash the make-up off my face. Toshia and Anna won't let me wake up early tomorrow to catch Keith on the Today show, so I have to set the VCR. Oh well, at least I get to sleep in. I'll do some more birthday details tomorrow. Right now I'm going to go scrub the junk off of my face and get some shut-eye. Night.

Raucous Pre-Birthday Party

Anna turns the big 2-1 in, oh, about 17 minutes, but we're not doing the power hour tonight, we're going out tomarrow since Anthony won't be on duty and Becky can go out (plus we're getting a fishbowl and pizza @ The Press). But last night (the big gambling night), we awarded Anna with her birthday present, and it's just so cute that I had to put the pictures up.

My lovely wrapping job.


(that big neon spot in the pic is Tosh's jacket)

Contents Under Pressure

I once again have proved that my middle name is Procrastinator. (Good Lord that sounds like a either a super hero, a Batman villain, or a Professional Wrestler) I waited until tonight to put together my Indian Law Pamphlet for Ethnic Studies, and it looks smashing if I do say so myself.

I now so choose to ignore the rest of my homework until tomorrow morning. Then, before class, I'll write up a two page paper for Galler's class, a one page instruction sheet for my pamphlet, and copy some images for my lesson plans. Being The Procrastinator is more exhausting than the Drunken Streaker. LOL. Who'd a Thunk?

The Reason I Want Some Mud on My Tires

It's not Little Jimmy Dicken's "Holy Moly" line. It's not the commercial in the middle. It's all about the Moose.

I LOVE Brad Paisley's Moose shirt that he wears in that video.

That's it. That's the reason I dig the Mud On The Tires video.

Squabbles All Around

Ha. It just kills me. Today's squabbling rant is about the CMT Video Awards. I checked out some of the message boards to see if others enjoyed the show as much as I did.

Yeah right. So far, I have never seen so many Negative Nellies in my life! There were comments about how the award show used foul language, did not honor Chris Ledux, wasn't country, but all sorts of other generes, how artists should show up for award shows, and how Keith shouldn't have won Video of the Year.

Somebody please knock me in the head. These things are fan voted awards on a music channel website. They are not something voted on by the Nashville establishment or even music people. And what happened to "if you can't say something nice?"

I will take some guff because I make TK cracks, but his video really annoyed the piss out of me. It wrecked the song for me and it took forever before I could listen to it on the radio. I was just happy that no one artist took all the categories.

Voting on the ex-flames

The CMT Video Music formerly known as Flameworthy Awards are over. Keith won Video of The Year. That was one wicked looking belt buckle he walked off the stage with. And he was totally jipped when it came to Hottest video. I wouldn't have been too upset if Kenny Chesney had taken the thing home, but TOBY KEITH? Come on. That was so not a sexy video.

Oh, and I lost the bet and Tosh thinks she's getting fifty cents from me. We'll see about that. Afterall, I've still got laundry I have to get done. *grins diabolically at Keith poster*

Fowl Season

Fowl season has commenced. It is that time of year when all of our feathered friends return and give us cute little anecdotal stories to tell.

Just think if it, there are gay ducks, copulating ducks, ducks swallowing quarters, ducks to the right, and domesticated ducks that like to crap on you're shoes.

There are also geese. Lovely geese. Geese that crap all over, geese that eat unsuspecting little girl's peanut butter sandwiches, and geese that fly into trailer windows.

Among other feathered flyers are ones that crap, fly into, and try to eat an alarming list of various body parts, cars, plants, other animals, garbage, and humble abodes.

Today there was a duck curled up and sleeping in the parking lot behind a car. I almost stepped on it, and in a vain effort not to, I managed to trip over it. Needless to say, the both of us were making squawking noises.

And what have we for breakfast? Part 2

I'm not sure if it was the dose of Snickers, apples, and whipped topping I ate before class, or if it was Dr. Ness's stimulating lecture on the structure of the People's Republic of China's Party/state/army institutions, but something made my system crash, so I was yawning like hell during class.

Squabbles

I am a member of many different message boards and groups, and it always fascinates me when the group dynamic takes a shift. Lately, the members of one of my Gilmore Girls groups are in a tizzy because we've been discussing the movie Sin City because Alexis Bledel (Rory) has a role in it and the show is on hiatus/reruns until sweeps. Things get to the point where people are hurling bad names and not nice swear words at each other until people start to threaten to quit. This is not a particular occurrence on that board, but all of them. Newbies annoy Regulars. Two Cent-ers annoy lurkers or occasional posters. And it all escalates in cycles.

By Soc prof insists there really isn't a thing called "human nature" because nobody can seem to define it, and humans produce both psychotic killers, Mother Theresa types, and nose pickers. So my question is, does the internet make people resort back to Middle school level bickering or something? Is it some sort of radio wave coming from the screen? Answer me back guys. I wanna know.

And what have we for breakfast?

I do believe that is the rest of my bowl of snicker salad. Nothing like a shot of chocolate and sugar to jump start the morning.

Rain scented Candles

I love the smell of ozone before/after/while it's raining (which it's doing right now, and even thought it's cold out I've got the window cracked so I can smell the wet.). However, no matter how much perfumers try, they can not recreate that smell. It's like things touted to smell like the ocean, breeze dried laundry, or cut grass. No one can reproduce anything that is close to the original. However, they can reproduce sickening smells like "new car" EW. What other smells do they make, but fall woefully short?

Today's ploy to ignore homework. . .

Involves watching Matthew McConaughey promote his new movie on E! Strangely enough, Sahara looks mildly entertaining. Sorta a mix between National Treasure and the Tomb Raider movies.

Grocery Shopping

This week, we managed to do it before ten o'clock and were actually dressed. . . sorta.

Review: Ned Kelly

I finally was able to rent (read borrow) Ned Kelly, staring Heath Ledger, Orlando Bloom, Naomi Watts (21 grams), and Geoffrey Rush, from the library.

Fun Fact: The Sydney Morning Herald suggested that Heath Ledger was made for the role because when he tried on Ned Kelly's original iron armour, it fit perfectly. Heath Ledger was quoted saying, "It was quite eerie actually ... We're the same height and the same body weight. He was skinny 'cause he was starving, I'm skinny 'cause I don't go to the gym."

The story is pretty straight up. It's an interpretation of the "life and times" of Ned Kelly, the legendary Australian outlaw. For those of you who don't know Ned, you should really read up about him. He was an Irish selector's son and their family was often harassed by the police. He was an amazing young man who had a short life. He was hanged at age 25.

Um, Well how was that as a brief overview of a movie? Hahaha. Yeah.

The mood was amazing. A couple of times I got chills watching the stark scenery accompanied by Heath's narration. Or it just could have been his voice. It wasn't a movie to garner any awards, but it was very fulfilling to watch. And sad. It made me think of my Sociology class. Now I'm getting maudlin. Gotta snap out of that. How the heck can you get that way when reviewing a movie? 3 of 4, Heath puts it over the top.

Moody Girl Returns

I was in such a strange mood last night I couldn't even blog about it. First I was pouty because Tosh got to get together with Erin and Phil, and I had to keep my butt home because of the Campus Pow wow I had to go to for class.

Once I was at the Pow wow however, I couldn't be mad anymore. There's something soul cleansing about watching an outpouring of love and pride of a strong but oppressed culture. It also could have been watching the 3 year old dancers if full regalia. They were so adorable. Especially this little boy wearing green and yellow (Packers!!!! Ek.) He would dance and dance, and then get tired and just walk along to the beat, and then the drums would move him and he'd dance again.

Then I got restless, so I went for a walk down by the river, but got sorta paranoid when the police and public safety kept crusing by, so I came back. I wonder how many people nose dive off the dam? That would be a sucky way to go.

The Imaginaries

Last night, Me and Tosh and Becky were waiting on Katie to show up (which she eventually did much later and then ditched us anyway) so we started making up excuses as to why she was late. Mine when something like this:

I was on the road and then this happened and then I had to do this, and it was like, and then this other thing happened, and now I'm here.

(If you are confused, quit. It only gets worse.)

So Toshia jokes, "What were you doing and who were you with?"

To which I replied, "I know who I wish I were doing."

Dirty laughter all around. Especially in light of Derek, but that's Toshia's story to tell.

Job Search Terminated

Ah, connections. I never really thought I had any. However, after emailing Shauna about how beautiful the stained glass windows at church looked (she was on the committee to get them), I ended up with a summer job offer.

*pumps fists in the air then guiltily looks around*

Now I don't have to stress about that anymore and I can concentrate on finishing school. Although, it did occur to me that I will be once again job shopping come fall and school resumes. I should become a starving artist. Does anyone want a stick person mural?

And the Bass Keeps Running. . .

I'm now wide awake at 1:12 pm after ending the night early at the Station because of Tosh's aching back, non existent hearing, and relative disgust of the dance stylings of the other patrons.

The music was good. High Noon is THE ONLY central Minnesota band who can play WWWBM with any sort of skill. And Steve really works that Kenny Chesney vibe. I really hope they're playing Spud Fest again this year.

The beer was relatively cold, and I was tired as hell, so cutting the night early was a boon, since I favor Dusty's over the Station any day. Although, Maggie James is playing there in a couple of weeks and the drummer is my highschool English teacher's husband. That might be worth seeing.

Yes!

Blogger is working. Praise the Lord! Now if I could only remember what I wanted to blog about...

Weird Blogger Thing

Does anyone else have a screwed up Blogger thing? Because mine does, and it's pissing me off!

A Little More Cleavage

Today, Tosh and I enjoyed a bit of outdoors time playing volleyball. And I did it wearing one of my low cut tank tops. I had to keep hiking it up. I think I accidentally flashed the group of guys playing catch. I'm not sure. And there was some guy doing yoga. I couldn't tell much about him, except that yoga might be too much work to be my sort of exercise. I've always wondered about that. Not Tosh is trying to entice me to laying outside sans sunblock, since I'm not sure where mine it. My only reservation is I haven't bought sunglasses yet, and my old ones, lets just say I think they bit the dust. Again.

Wisconsin Boys

I have my new drivers license, and it seems that every time I get a complement, or more accurately, a comment about it, it comes from a Wisconsin boy. First the Barnes and Noble clerk, then the Door checker guy at the bar (I think he's closer to man than boy), and this afternoon, the Information Desk guy.

I wonder if it's something in my pheromones?

Stuck In The Middle With Uh...

You know the song, Stuck In The Middle With You? There's this one part that goes

Clowns to the left of me / Jokers to the right / Here I am / Stuck in the middle with you

Well, I'm walking back from class last night with a squirrel to the left and a Duck to my right, and All I could thing about was that.

squirrels to the left of me / Ducks to the Right / Here I am / Stuck in the Middle with My textbooks.

*Does a little Toshia dance*

Ah, such is life.

The Latest on DB and TLB.

I got an e-mail today from Echotunes to pre-order Dierks' new album Modern Day Drifter due out May 10th. His leading single off the album is Lot of Leaving Left To Do, so remember to request it at the local radio station and video channels.

They also posted the cover for the new album.

I love the hair! I think that's one of the things I'm attracted to, a guy's hair. Why am I such a weirdo? Don't answer that. I give up.

While Dierks looks gorgeous, he sings even better. Remember to pick up a copy.

Tosh Isn't the Only Crank Living in this Joint.

I'm in such a whinny mood. Tosh is over scanning pics from our Oregon trip two years ago into her computer. So make sure you check out her blog (check out my links) to see some embarrassing pictures of me there.

I had Sociology this morning. I finished reading There Are No Children Here for class, but we never discussed it. That's being saved for Thursday. That book is so sad. It almost gives me this sense of hopelessness because it takes place in the late eighties, and I'm pretty sure the situation hasn't improved much in the last fifteen years.

That is such a downer, combined with the fact that I'm hungry, tired, and I don't have class tomorrow, but know I should really get to work on things like my papers, class readings, and next semester's schedule. Oh, and I'm still job searching.

Unfairness of it All

Why do really excellent morning shows that attract big name artists (Like say Keith Urban) not take place here? I know, I know. Quit talking about the Guitar God. Well, he's going to be on the Today show on the 14th, so I'm making myself a reminder.

In other news, Vanessa Carlton is coming to campus and Tosh, Anna, and Me are thinking about scoring some tickets.

Paper Weight

There's nothing like the last month of school for you to notice how much you have left to do. Right now, my problem is end of term papers. Here's my list:

A Family History paper for Immigrant America
Chinese Revolution as portrayed through the life of Qiu Jin for China after 1800
Eight Lesson plans on America from 1800-1861 for History Concepts with Renee
Newsletter/pamplet on an Fed Government Law that effects Native Americans for my Ethnic Studies class (which I haven't even chosen yet.)

Right now however, I've got fifteen chapters of There Are No Children Here by Alex Kotlowitz to read for Sociology. There's some uplifting stuff.

Pleasant Suprise

I was flipping throughout the TV channels when I happened upon Roar! playing on Sci Fi. This is one of Heath Ledger's early television shows and it's quite cute. He's a Celtic prince trying to unite the tribes against the Romans and this really ugly druggie looking guy that can't die. Contrary to how weird that sounds, it's really funny, sweet, and action packed.

Sci Fi tends to show the series in fits and spurts, but there are plenty of petition sites out there to get Roar! on DVD, which is something I am looking for.

Thank the Lord for TNT

Twister is on. You all know the movie, with Bill Paxton and Helen Hunt. I love this movie. Every time it comes on it once again makes me want to be come a meterologist so I can chase storms. My science grades however, will forever keep that an after Twister only wish.

Gilmore Moment Without the Witty Quips

Me and Toshia had cravings. We got dressed (sorta) and headed to Cub at ten at night to wander the store because we had no idea what we wanted. Half an hour later, we have returned bearing mint ice cream sandwiches and M&M fresh bake cookies, mangling the words to Joe Nichol's What's a Guy Gotta Do song. The only thing we are missing is a scowling Luke in the background scolding us then making us chili cheese fries.

And I Quote. . .

"Ah well. I flirt and you learn history: it's clear who will get into heaven, isn't it?"
-Esme Rawlings, Duchess in Love (pg. 144) by Eloisa James

If Only I were Skittle Colored

SHeDAISY has a new song out called Don't Worry Bout A Thing. There's one line that says: Everybody's got some junk in the trunk. But as we all know, I certainly don't have any Junk in the Trunk of anything but my car. So Toshia graciously told me that I'm like a VW Bug, my trunk is up front, and put that way, I have plenty of junk.

Ready For The Weekend.

I just got back from the Library and the Grocery store, so I'm all set for the weekend. I have fun reading materials, research material, new tunes, and sustenance. Bring on the nice weather.

Job Searching: #1 on the Most Sucky Things To Do Ever List

I hate looking for a job. I've been doing it on and off for the most part of a year now. Ick. Summer jobs are the worst because everything that sounds fun, interesting, or slightly less disturbing that working fast food all summer has been taken months ago, even if the ads just got put out.

Becky wants to go out tonight, but I'd rather sit at home and verbally abuse myself for not being more outstanding to potential employers.

Favorite time of the Month

Yes. It's that time again. When I get to flip the calendar over and look at a New picture of Keith for another thirty days.

(It's also the day I normally virus scan my comp, but that's not as fun.)