...And Next Year.

Tosh already started brainstorming ideas for next year before we even got out of the truck tonight. Here are some pictoral memories:

Toshia acting cute and Lisa unsucessfully taking pictures.

Anna's "I don't hold anything" straight hair

My wicked cool fake tatoo

A better view of my hair.

We did the normal Perkins run, and because I have to work, nothing much else. However, Sherburne is supposed to have a party tonight, so I'll see how it goes at work. My head hurts already.

Spanning The Decades

Anna has Farrah hair.

I have perfect 80's eyes.

Toshia is channeling an early nineties teenager.

I don't think this theme thing is going so well.

Toshia The Pants Magician.

She does it so well, from down there.

Tonight's Plan

I guess everyone is heading over here to dress and then we're doing our traditional Perkins trip before I have to be at work. We might head to the bar later. If everyone's still awake. I want candy.

Spook Night

Friday night, Me, Tosh, Erin, and Kit after tangy sweet libations at Erin's ventured forth to the spooktacular environs of Molitor's Haunted Acres. I am totally in love with this crazy stuff. We went on a haunted hayride, down an abandoned mine shaft, through a maze thing, into a Haunted house (and I think it was a Barn thing) along with a couple other scare zones before we found ourselves warmed by the bonfire.

I don't know where to start. With our hunky "Wagon Security" guy named Tim, who incidentally spent most of his time laughing and joking with me about the screamers at the other end of the wagon. Erin let loose with the first shriek when one of the actors in a scream mask hopped up right in front of her.

We then ventured forth into the Mine Shaft, where I promptly got my boot heel stuck in a hole. It was here also where I got smacked repeatedly in the face by leather door coverings because Kit (our fearless leader and Great Male Protector) would sweep them aside and Erin would walk through, but they'd smack me. Erin and her tiny steps also guided me into slamming face first into a solid wood wall.

Another highlight from the night comes courtesy of the Haunted House. We managed to corner ourselves in this room with a woman who was chained to the wall, but her entire body had been eaten. With both Kit and I banging on the walls, we couldn't figure out which way was out. So we turned to the Lady and asked for help. She just banged her fists on the walls while I shrieked, "Great. She can't talk!" Eventually we figured out her banging was pointing us back out the door we came in and down another hallway.

Apparently, I lose all brain function in places like these. As we're walking down this dim hallway I spy an actor standing off to the side. "Look!" I shout. "A man made of bones. What are those called again?" Five minutes later I shriek "skeleton!" and laugh maniacally at my stupidity.

The last bit of excitement came when a dragon popped his head out of a wall and breathed his foggy breath right when I had my mouth open. That stuff tastes like CRAP! And to make matters worse, I'd just applied my chapstick, so the entire way out of the building I was carrying on about how nasty it was and how it was stuck to my lips. We walked through this cornfield type thing (where Kit kept scaring Erin by rattling the stalks) and I was spitting the entire way.

Afterwards, we made our way to JP's for a congenial beer courtesy of The Man In The Sexy Hat (that would be Kit. Who's hat attracted LOTS of employee attention.) and after deciding we were too tired for more live entertainment and Toshia is a bottomless pit, we made a Perkins run. It was nice, fun, and spooky, yet no costumes were involved.

Somebody In the UK Has Their Ducks In a Row

Keith Urban Be Here disc review by the BBC.

Figures

I'm coming down the stretch with my Astronomy Observations, and now the Sky Clock isn't up any longer on out observations pages.

Damn it!

Now I actually have to check the weather at night, get up in the mornings to check the weather again, and hope and pray that there's seven more days worth of clear mornings.

Bounce Goes Mel

On Tuesdays and Thursdays, me and Tosh always do lunch, so Mel Belle went with us today. On the way over to the library to meet Tosh, Mel kept bumping into me and ricocheting off.

The next time she straightened up, I bumped into HER on purpose. She wasn't expecting it. She staggered and then....

WHAM! Fell right down on the boulevard and got a gigatic grass stain on her jeans.

Needless to say, both of us were in contagious giggles by the time we caught up with Tosh.

Ring In The Day

Of course right now my ears are ringing. I just got from the Simple Plan concert and from sending my sister back to her school. Man. I had a blast. I mean, I'm not anymore crazy about the band than I was before, although I do have a crush on them. They are all very FINE looking young men.

Erin, you're going to be disappointed in me. One of the opening bands was called Plain White T's and they just scream Emo band. But the guys are all tall and skinny and kinda dorky and the lead singer kept making me laugh. I think we groove the same way to two VERY different kinds of music. But I totally dug them.

I also met alot of people. A girl from UW O'claire who was wearing a shit that said, "I'm a sucker for guys in eyeliner." Which of course made me think of Erin. I also saved a chick who passed out (which scored me a place closer to the stage), and I flirted with the security guard roving our area. He kept bringing us bottles of water and would laugh at me saying, "where's my little birdie." because I wouldn't stand next to him with my mouth open like all the other little girls (and I do mean little because they were mostly Fresh/Sophs and high schoolers).

Mel touched a drumstick as it went flying past her, and instead ended up with a bottle of water from one of the set guys.

Right now, my ears are ringing, I'm sore, wired, sweaty, and dehydrated. Oh the choices.

Simple Plan Tonight.

Gas Money: $21.87


Concert Tickets: $40.00


College Memories with Little Sis: Priceless

The Invasion Begins

My sister's bag has exploded all over my room. It's good to know she learned it from the best.

And Another One Down

I got my sunrise picture in this morning. I don't know how much Juan's going to love these early morning foggy sunrise pictures, but it looks so pretty that I kinda sorta don't care. The sky clock is no longer on the observation page, so I want to know what the heck is up with that. 7 pictures 14 days. It's coming up fast.

Happy Birthday Keith!

(before I forget. The man's 38 today.)

Halloween Plans

So, It sounds like a multi-dressing sort of weekend.

Friday I'm thinking Me, Tosh, Erin, and Kit are hitting Molitor's Haunted Acres and doing the total fall festival thing with the bonfire and hayride and the works. Then Saturday, we're going to see Rivkit, who were totally fab at the ER Bowl way back when. Sunday I don't think has many holiday plans, but I could do my sugar cookies, pumpkin carving, and caramel apples then before my group meeting back here at school.

Monday is THE DAY and I have to work that night, so I'll at least BE at the Shake down, even if I'm working the desk. But our customary Halloween Perkins run has to be made, it just has to happen before 8 or after midnight. Not a hardship.

Feeling All Cute and Shit

I'm really cute.

Mostly because I say so and was dancing around around the apartment to Nelly and Keith wearing a grey tank top that hoists my boobs up to there and my new cute scarf ala Tosh that's the same colors as my new afgan I'm going to crochet.

And that totally makes me cute.

This Is a Public Service Announcement

Early Mornings

The thing about them that really sucks is that I got an early start and now I don't really want to be productive, even if I've only been an eensy weensy bit productive today. And nobody is here to entertain me.

Tosh - I know know how you feel.

Anna - I understand you're obsession with the I-am-bored website.

I will now retun to my regularly scheduled homework.

An Amazing Woman

Yesterday, we lost an amazing, important, and misrepresented figure in American History.

Rosa Parks, matriarch of civil rights, dies at 92

This just reminds us that the great activists of the 60's won't be here to motivate and aggitate for change, forever. We need to make the difference now.

Halloween

I'm so excited.....And I just can't hide it....

I know I'm a dork, but I LOVE Halloween. I'm excited about my costume even if I haven't settled on how I'm doing my hair yet. And my hair has almost always been the trickiest part of my costumes post High school. Riddle me that Batman.

I'm gonna try and talk Erin and Kit into heading out to Molitors to do the haunted house/hayride/bonfire deal. And we might see Rivkit and a bunch of other bands. And I want to carve pumpkins and eat caramel apples and watch fun shows on the History Channel.

And the fall colors look so pretty out my window. Well, kinda pathetic too since there's only a couple of trees and LOTS of parking lot, but I have this beautiful historic red brick house that's right out side my window, so come winter I'll have some pretty colors to look at.

Get The Morning Humming

I no longer have a class at 11 on Tuesdays, so I think I'm going to get dressed in school clothes instead of an almalgamation of pajamas, jeans (dirty ones at that I think), and sweats that I wore for Observations this morning. Then I'll just head on over to the Lib. And do some homework. Mebbe surprise Tosh by being there when we meet for lunch instead of making her haul ass over here. We'll see.

With Friends Like These...

Exactly.

Yet Another Picture Down

Only 8 more to go and 17 days to do it in. Let's hear it for clear mornings. The fog was beautiful this morning though. I hope the speed limit sign was in my other one, otherwise I don't have a stationary point from which to measure in all my pictures. But the fog was beautiful. And the frost sucked, but made everything so pretty.

Morning After

Ahh. The morning after is always the worst. This morning I got up to check my sunrise, and then promptly fell back asleep. I missed a group meeting for my Health presentation, and now I'm skipping astronomy. Yes. That Astronomy.

The concert was fabulous. The three of us had a couple "country bumpkin" moments. Especially when some Black guy came gallivanting across the street into traffic flapping and waving his arms and Anna started locking all the car doors.

Once we found the club, we had another moment when we ran into TJ Heitz and Pete Autum from BL. The craziness continued when they found us inside the club and stood with us for Ragweed's set.

Cross Canadian Ragweed was awesome! Those guys have such energy. And Cody? Damn. I think he has some amazing guitar talent. I would love to see him jam with Keith. They played a lot of songs that I knew, it sorta sucked that so many people in the club didn't really know them.

Dierks' set was high energy, fun, and well, humorous. He was singing Settle for a Slow down and having a hard time keeping a straight face. He also reviled that it was the first time a country act had ever performed in the club, so he broke into some good 'ol Hank Senior to commemorate the occasion. He played all his singles, all the fun cuts off both albums, and included some of my favorites like So So Long, Good Things Happen, Forget About You, and My Last Name. It was also really cool to see Robbie H. on bass since I haven't seen him since he used to play for Keith's band. (Knew I'd find a way to work him in again didn't ya.)

The concert ended with a "guitar off" between Cody and Dierks's guitarist Rod. Along with Dierks proclaiming "I love you! Cross Canadian Ragweed loves you! Prince loves you!"

Anna got some slammin' pics on her camera and Tosh finished off her Birthday roll, so when either Anna finds her camera cords or Tosh gets the film developed, there'll be some pictorial evidence of us. Then we did a traditional Perkins run on the way home. Had to suck some water up to soothe those vocal cords.

Today Is The Day

Dierks and TLB, Cross Canadian Ragweed. Oh, Boy. Here WE GO!!!...

Well, At Least I Know God Is Laughing At Me

Once again, on a morning when there was no way in hell I'd be able to get a picture, we had a beautiful sunrise. Gah! Somebody is pulling the strings trying to teach me a lesson, and they're having a good laugh at my expense.

Bastard Thing Is Acting Up

I apologise if there are now like fifty of the same entry. Blogger is being a bastard today. I'm going to go check on my laundry, then hit the public library up for some books and the school library for some research.

Dark and Delicious

So I read After Midnight by Teresa Medeiros. Teresa (one of the lovely ladies over at Squawk Radio) has beautifully mixed the biggest selling historical time period with the latest trend, paranormal romance.

I'll tell you now, I thourally enjoyed this read. Caroline is the oldest of the Cabot sisters, and of course as all great big sisters do, has sacrificed most of her life to provide for her lil' sisters. One of whom is in the midst of a romance with a aristocrat rumored to be a vampire. When dramatic baby sis insists on running interference, Caroline flings herself into the challenge and belatedly realizes that the damned blood sucker is a stealer of hearts. Hers to be specific.

Adrian is a nummy, mysterious, brooder. And his little brother is dreamy. Perhaps Stuart Townsend in the flesh. The Cabot sisters are enjoyable and sweet. Caroline rocks as a big sis and Portia has already stolen my heart. I can't wait for Summer '06 to see what kind of trouble Portia and Julian "Stuart Townsend" Kane will wrangle themselves into.

MEL!!!

If you're reading this, check you e-mail, damn it!

It's Been Awhile Again

I know. I shouldn't go so long with out making a peep on here. As Tosh complains, I can't entertain ya'll if I'm hiding out. This week has just been so stressful for me that I took yesterday as a goof off day. I read Nora Roberts' Blue Smoke all in one glorious chunk (well, except for my cleaning frenzy to The Judds and my Sin City movie dinner with Tosh after work.).

I also found out that my observation project, which I thought was just another 15 point lab, is really a 50 point project, so I almost blew a gasket, but I'm over that now. I'm just going to try and finish it up to the best of my ability and take it in the gut. It's just one of my gen eds and the worst is I'll get a C and god knows I've already got 2 of those on my transcript and still managed to make Dean's list a few times. No biggie.

There's no crying

Today we played wiffleball in Phy Ed. When it comes to little leather balls (or neon green plastic ones) I am more the sit on the sidelines, cheer, and keep book than first basegirl. But today first base I played. I even managed to tag a couple outs and get my shin (or weird area between shin and knee) kicked open by some guy's shoe.

CAB Update

Both Mark (give me a moment to harness the giggles) and I didn't get our lab work done early enough to compare it, so I never got together with him this week. There was simply too much stuff to do.

I didn't see him in lab today either. Of course we were studying light spectrum, so it was mostly in the dark. But I still would have noticed him. There's a test next week, so I'm thinking about calling a certain someone so we can get a study group together.

Once Again

Cloud coverage during sunrise this moring was total. And now it's beautiful and clear out. I'm tired as hell. This project so entirely sucks.

I Am Now The Arbitrator Of The English Language

So I'm trying to figure out how to spell: PER-ROG-ATIVE.

I can not find a variation spelling that comes up with anything close in the spell checker, so I ask my human one. Tosh insits it's spelt: prerogative as in PRE-ROG-ATIVE.

I don't like that. It is now spelt like this: perogative.

So, listen up Webster.

Woman's Perogative

So, today in about the space of one question, I think I decided to minor in American Indian Studies. I'm going to go in and meet with Jeanne LaCourt and discuss it, but that's what I'm looking at. And I really hate those classes I need for the IM certificate, so I might still minor in psych if I can get my ass over to the office to discuss it with someone who would be "in the know."

Now

That's two down. They're the one's that are due at 2, so that's good. The others don't have to be done till about 5, so I'm officially available for lunch today.

One Down

Only four papers to go...

My New Baby

I don't know why I didn't think to do this, but here is the link to my new baby cousin Thomas.

I Did It!

I've got my first sunrise picture for my Astronomy Lab.

At Last. Somebody's Got It Right.

This was a review in the Mineapolis Star Tribune about Brad Paisley's concert, but the reviewer made some very flattering comments toward Keith.

Paisley plays up his strengths
By Jon Bream Star Tribune

Having the last at-bat comes with a lot of pressure.

That's the position country star Brad Paisley was in Saturday night at Xcel Energy Center. He was the fourth and last of the serious contenders for the Country Music Association's (CMA) coveted entertainer of the year to appear in the Twin Cities. Although he's the leader with six CMA nominations, Paisley is not likely to win top entertainer on Nov. 15. His 75-minute show was very good. But he lacked the stage power and personality of Toby Keith, the energy and magnetism of Kenny Chesney, and the exciting showmanship and all-around musicality of Keith Urban.

...skipping this part of the article because it's all about Brad...

Speaking of Gill, Paisley has more in common with the longtime CMA Awards host than any of his competitors for entertainer of the year. (Alan Jackson, the fifth finalist, has all the charisma of a handsome statue.) Like Gill, Paisley is an expressive guitar player with an easy sense of humor and an undying love for traditional country music. Both are eminently likable but hardly larger-than-life stage personalities. However, Paisley doesn't have a voice as angelic as Gill's -- or as emotive as Urban's.

You can click here Star Tribune to read the entire article.

The Wind Down

My only problem with Monday nights is that I'm (to borrow a Gretchen phrase) all jacked up when I get home and that's not conducive to going to bed.

Especially when I have to get up at the butt crack of dawn.

Especially when I have more typing to do tomorrow before class than I've had almost all semester.

Especially when I've got so much homework to do this week that I laid out a precise schedule of it for Toshia today while I was preparing my dinner.

Especially when I won't have any real goof off time until Thursday, except that with the Sunday concert I've got to start next week's load early.

Especially when I...Just kidding. It needed another to round things out. lol. Maybe it really is time for bed. I'm getting goofy.

Damned Clouds

So. This morning, I FINALLY got up early enough to start my stupid observation project for Astronomy. BUT those stupid clouds from the rain showers were hanging on the horizon, so I didn't get a picture.

Remind me next time to bring a book or some homework to help relieve the boredom of the wait.

This morning, all I had was Matt and Amy on the Wild 99 morning show, who told me that Miranda Lambert is the next acoustic Artist and that tickets will be going on sale, so girls...Pony up that money!

Irony

I am now intoxicated.

The fact that I left the bar completely sober and had to down three bottles (VERY large bottles) of water to get this drunk says a lot about me I think. And even more so about the Keg's combats. LOL.

Anna's eyes are drying out, Tosh and Mike are both watching Risky Business on my couch, and I am full (thanks to my scrambly thing I made and set the smoke detector off with) and really tired. Do you think it's impolite to just fall asleep? I thought so.

Wow. They're sorta loud. Anna claims the world is spinning. Mine is only slightly Monet ish. I guess I'm not TOO drunk then.

Bad Girl Joker

I'm cracking the most horrible jokes today. Granted they all have to do with Tosh, Dierks, Math, and certain OTHER math majors at Cloud, but they're still bad.

But REAL funny.

Yea! I Have a Shower!

The maintenance guy came today to fix our shower head.

Actually, I don't think I ever blogged about that.

First day in the new apartment, stoked that we have such a wicked awesome bathroom, I turn on the shower faucet. Step in. Stick my head under the spray.

THUWACK!

Shower nozzle right in the back of the head. I had to shut it off and wiggle it back on. Needless to say, I was careful after that.

Then came the stories. The funniest being Krystle getting an eyeful of water pressure.

But today when I returned from PE (and getting Mark's number) the guy was in the shower fixing it so we have a nice new shower head.

Because Shauna Loves Me:

"HAHAHAHAHA! That's the best laugh I've had in a good long while. So next week you can ask him out little chicken girl chicken."

Balls To The Walls

Actually, that would have been Tuesday's session of Wallyball when I was once again hit in the face, rolled my ankle, and slammed my elbow into the concrete.

Today, something possessed me to wear a tank-top and shorts. Lo and behold, I chose to play volleyball. Of course, I dove for a ball on the field house floor and now I'm sporting some attractive floor burn on my knees and shoulder.

CAB Update

The Cute Astronomy Boy (CAB)'s name is Mark.

*slams head against key board*

We're getting together next week to discuss our lab homework.

Tomorrow

Keith's new video for his HOT NUMBER 1 single Better Life debuts on CMT's Top Twenty tomorrow, but if you click here, you can get a sneaky peek at it. And it is fabulous!

Congratulations!

URBAN SCORES 7TH NUMBER ONE

Keith Urban racks up his 7th Billboard #1 with “Better Life.” Keith is in England resting his voice under doctor’s orders. As per GACTV.com.

Dreaming My Dreams

After our raucous night last night, Anna decided to sack out on my couch instead of drive home. I'm hoping that's the only reason I had my weird dream last night.

Apparently, we're these like super secret ninja warrior people and were trying to buy weapons at a department store. This little Chinese woman led us over to the cooking section and told Anna she was destined to use a spatula. I apparently didn't have a much higher calling because my custom chosen weapon was a hand held strainer.

How come everyone is having dreams about Anna lately?

Anna, I guess you're just that dreamy.

*Shakes head at the corny-ness of that statement.*

I'm going to work now.

Good Golly, Miss Dolly

On Tuedsay, Dolly Parton's new album drops, and you can bet that I'm going to be in line to pick up Those Were The Days. Not only is Dolly an amazing singer, songerwriter, woman, role model, and an American Icon, she also picks some slammin' duet partners. She let Keith fulfull one of his ultimate dreams by recording the cover track of "Twelfth of Never" with him.

Nice Going Anna

Facebook is addicting.

Looking For A Flirt

When me and Tosh made our trek to B&N, I didn't find the book I was looking for, "Flirting With Pride and Prejudice" edited by Jennifer Crusie. The fact that we only had an hour to tour didn't lend itself to me finding it.

Today however, when goofing off, I found this blurb on MSN:

As we await the latest movie version of Pride and Prejudice, I wanted to share this very cool font based on Jane Austen's handwriting. There's something carelessly elegant about the letters, especially the 'Y.' So now even if you can't write like Jane Austen, you can at least, well, write like Jane Austen.

I am absolutely a Jane Austen fan, so this stuff was just fun, and you can be sure I'll be commandeering Tosh, Anna, Erin, or whoever else is around November 11th for the show. (And I'll save my Colin Firth rant for later.)

Next Time

Somebody remind me that my stomach doesn't like to mix beer and dairy.

Just Because My answer Cracked Me Up

Shauna e-mailed because, well because of many things, but she asked me:

So is your car really dead? Like ready for car heaven-dead?

And my reply was:

No. I just have a boot that is cracked something fierce and makes noise when I turn. It's a $60 dollar part so it'll get fixed during Thanksgiving if my tire doesn't fall off before then. I've been assured that this is not a problem that would coerce my tire into falling off. But I am me and Izzy is my car. I'm sure we could be written up is some Medical Mechanic journal if it does happen.

The Prince and The Pathetic

So. I finished reading The Frog Prince by Jane Porter. This book is amazing. It has a provocative title that appealed to me, and JQ had a glowing review (click on Other Great Reads. She's a writer. Her review is better than mine.) on her site.

I have never read a book where I have connected so well with a character. I mean I always have enjoyed characters for their wit, humor, sass, integrity, sexy sense of style, but I've never looked at a character and just wanted to bawl.

Holly Bishop is 25 and going through a divorce. She was married for 10 months and can't believe this is what her life is like. She feels empty, lifeless, and confused. She's not even sure how she's still moving because everything is so numb...And she's sick of being the good girl...Sick of fairy tales.

I have this horrible fear of failure. I just KNOW I'm the one who's going to be the giant fuck-up of the bunch. To see this girl, that I so completely relate to, fight through my biggest fear was scary and inspiring, yet I still felt so...Pathetic. It was very powerful. I've never been one for the Chick-lit, but Jane Porter knocked it out with this one.

Those Rotten Cosmos

Since my Jane horoscope sucked and everyone else's rocked, I figured this article might be handy for Miss I Pick My Horoscope:

How To Get What You Want

Yes, Tosh. I'm talking to you.

Spoil Me Again!

CMT.com has both Gary Allen's AND Billy Currington's, not to mention Sara's, Gretchen's, and Ragweed's new ablums up for listening parties. Get over there and party on!

Get Well Soon

It seems lately, every one has a cold or the sniffles, but right now, Keith's having vocal chord problems in the middle of his tour.

Keith Urban concert canceled
By REBECCA COUDRET, Courier & Press staff writerO
ctober 6, 2005

Tonight's Keith Urban concert at Roberts Stadium has been canceled and rescheduled for Feb. 1 because the country music superstar has a 'vocal fold hemorrhage,' according to his doctors.

"Keith basically has a bruise of his right vocal fold (or chord)," said Urban's otolaryngologist, Stephen Mitchell. "I've prescribed voice rest, which means no talking and no singing. We'll re-evaluate him early next week and at that point we'll make a determination as to how much longer we need to rest him or whether we can start to bring him back. I have no doubt that he'll return back to full singing mode again. That is not in question."

"I feel fine," said Urban. "That is what is so frustrating about this situation. My apologies to all of our fans who have tickets, but I guarantee that we'll rock with you in February."

Evansville was the final stop on this leg of Urban's "Alive in '05" tour; he is scheduled to leave for Europe next week, with the first concert scheduled for Wednesday in West Midlands, England.

I Had A Dream Last Night

Where I gave Anna a water bottle and a coconut for her birthday.

The Book Glue Is Smelling Good Tonight

I coerced Tosh into going to B&N. I wanted to go to Target, but they close SO FREAKIN' early. So we went and she gave into temptation and bought loads of books. I was more conservative, and only picked up one book by a new author so, well have to wait and see.

I'm so completely insanely wired. I'm going to end up burning myself out this weekend. I can already see it coming. There isn't even a ball game to suck all of it out. Damn it.

And it's so pretty out. Tosh complains that it's too cold, but it's only 34 degrees out. That's not even freezing out yet. Although, today I did have a hankering for my boots, so if I get laundry done, I'm totally going to look hot and tough.

Tosh is complaining she's tired. That's prolly my cue to wrap this up since I'm kicking my ass out of bed sorta early for her. And apparently she wants to do "only one entry" so me and Miranda are gonna be done for now. (Kerosene ROCKS!)

The Wench!

I have to pee and Tosh just ran into my bathroom. Oooooh.

Oh I Had Forgotten

On Tuesday, I played volleyball with a couple boys on our Men's Volleyball team. They were blonde, tan, tall California boys - but they were home grown. MMM.

On accident, I ended up digging a ball out of the floor, tumble and all. I got it up, we got the point, and I got high-fives from two very fine looking specimens.

There May Be Hope Yet

Cute Astronomy Boy said, "Hi" to me today. Nothing else. But it was test day, so...maybe.

Have I Got A Game For You

It is called Wallyball, and I recommend it if you are Toshia, Anna, or you really suck at sports.

It works about the same as volleyball and you play it (if you're in the field house) in the racketball court. The only "out" is if you hit the back wall on a serve. Everything else is playable.

It's good for jolly good laughs, has some of the same qualities as a sauna, and is lots of fun. Even when you accidentally step on a boy and slam your elbow into the wall. Or have that kid from you're English class way back when (not Mayonnaise Boy) nail you in the face and now you have a slightly fat lip.

We so have to get a group together and play sometime, the more people, the more interesting it gets, but it works just as well with only a few.

Sing It With Me Now

"I Faaaailed a TESSSSST!"

Nice Explicatives

"SHIT. COCK. BALLS!" said the boy while the ice machine spewed wet icy chunks at his crotch.

Damned Inconvenience

I had so much to blog about last night, but Blogger was down for maintence or something, so I couldn't do it, and really. While being transported to hang on Erin's roof last night when the sky and weather was beautiful sounded poetic, but this morning with my Astronomy test hanging over my head, it sounds a bit like a hassle. How sad. I want my own roof.

Interesting It Shall Be

Roomate Meeting today. Already "interested" minds are scrambling to figure out what the issues are. Oh, how interesting it shall be.

Yup.

My bad, I feel so pathetic and lonely and nobody gives a shit mood is back.

Thank you for asking.

Calling All Big Butt Country Fans

Trace Adkin's new video for Honkytonk Badonkadonk is up on CMT. I love the video, but I'm not too sure if I'm thrilled with the new dance version that's been mixed. Since it's Anna's song, I guess I'll just have to let her decide.

Can Anyone Else See The Irony?

Last night I was in a horrible mood. I felt pathetic and a whole bunch of other unflattering things that nobody ever associates with me (which really shocks me sometimes). This morning, I'm not sure if it's because I woke up to Chris Cagle's Beautiful Day or because I was jamming to U2's Beautiful Day. But all of last nights depression and patheticness has slipped to the wayside for now. I seriously need to let off some steam this weekend. I don't think I've done that in a while.

U2 started at Beautiful Day. Geez, That's Corny.

For some inexplicable reason, I HAD to have some good loud music on during my teeth scrubbing ritual today. I don't know if it's the weather that has me whistling "oh, Ireland" or what, but the Dubliners are in my Discman today.

Water-logged

Toshia might not have had her chance to play in the rain yet. But I did. I came in the apartment and got not one but TWO, "you look like a drown rat"s.

After HURL tonight it was pouring out and I had to walk home. So I danced in the cold, cold, COLD rain under the street lamps in the parking lot to the music in my head. It didn't look pretty, but it was fun.

Gah! Stupid Technology!

I don't know what they did to my log-in account, but it's all screwy now and I can't fix it because I've got to type up my HURL test. GAH!

Work

Uh, I forgot that I'm picking up Mike's work hours on Wednesday from 4-8. Other than that, nothing exciting happened. I had a staff meeting.

Oh. I know.

I broke my shoe five minutes before I had to walk home, and since breaking it make it unwearable, I walked home barefoot. That made everyone cringe didn't it.

I'm A Nationally Published Author! LOL!

That ranting email I sent my Country Weekly mag actually, MOSTLY got printed in the letters section. I was so proud, until I started reading the rest of the mag and they had another tabloid blurb about Keith and Nic in there.

*shakes head*

Here It Is:

Dirty Dish?
Lately, Country Weekly has showcased the talents and good looks of my favorite singer, Keith Urban, and even spoiled me by putting him on the cover. However, I was appalled when I opened my latest issue and saw that Country Weekly had sunk to the tabloid level by reporting on his supposed romantic link with Nicole Kidman. Do all music fans a favor: Keep the news and ditch the gossip.

In The Box (Music Review)

Of all the possible things I could be listening to, this week's disc is Will Smith's latest effort Lost and Found. Will Smith is universally known for his acting (Men in Black, Independence Day) and as the Fresh Prince, but after the take-off of his acting career, much less attention has been drawn to his music except when a summertime dance hit blasts up the radio charts.

The lead single is the infectious dance hit, Switch, which makes me think of Tosh and ironically, my mom is crazy about. It follows the summer dance number formula the record label seems bent on projecting. This album however, has much more to offer than that.

Will's trademark humor comes up in the lyrics of I Wish I Made That, where he laments not making some of rap's latest hits, my favorite track If U Can't Dance (Slide) where he slyly rebukes party-goers for OD-ing (over dancing), and in Pump Ya Brakes where he jokes about cat fights and inadvertent love triangles.

There is some fabulous collaborators, including Snoop Dogg, Nicole Scherzinger of the Pussycat Dolls (Don'tcha), and Mary J. Blige, who is featured on the touching Tell Me Why. In haunting beats and simple lyrics Will tries to explain the world's violence to his child in a touching and thought provoking way that encourages personal meditation and discussion.

It's an enjoyable album for people like me who aren't fans of the overall genre, but tend to pick and choose their rappers and the rap songs that they enjoy. Will is definitely a favorite.

For Those Of You...

who read Tosh's blog about the little kid getting his hand stuck in the escalator, here's the local paper's blurb on it.

St. Cloud police came to the aid of a 2-year-old stuck in an escalator Sunday.

Andrew Wesley Karls wedged his left hand in the rail of an escalator at J.C. Penney department store. The fire department and Gold Cross Ambulance helped to free Karls' hand from the machine.

Karls was treated and released from St. Cloud Hospital.

Hither and Thither

Today I met up with Tosh after my IM class in the Library and we did lunch, bought those concert tix for Mel, hit the bank, and attempted to fill out Tosh's time card. The latter of which took us the most part of an hour.

Aside from getting my Power walking in for the day and sweating out the majority of my body's liquid composition (GOD do I stink now!) I also got through the first couple chapters of The Frog Prince. Since I should currently be homeworking instead of blogging, I'm going to quit this, and prolly comment some more after work. LOL. Something interesting is always happening there.

No Sex In The Champaign Room

Friday night I hung out with Erin and Kit and drank this beautifully bubbly Champaign (even if the red was really too sweet and carbonation makes you bloat). We watched Kung Fu Hustle which was okay and A Hitch-hiker's Guide To The Galaxy, which I fell asleep during. I then went home at one and stayed awake till three re-reading Faking It by Jennifer Crusie which is one of my favorite books.

The next day started at eight with a phone call and ended up with me not drinking ANY alcohol at the wedding. I take that back. I had a sip of Adam's extremely watered down whiskey. It was disgusting. So Champaign, brownies, and sloppy-Joes were an awesome start to the weekend. We are SO doing that again. Even if Erin has to make all the decisions. Heh heh.

Pizza Party

When: This Friday

Where: My Place

Bring yourself ready to rock! I've got BCB pizza and it looks SO nummy.

So Much To Say, So Little Time

I don't know how much time I'm going to have to blog latter today, and I don't have much now, so this is going to be quick.

-Dinner rocked, even if I fell asleep during the movie.

-Wedding great, dancing sucked.

-I got published.

-My poor family left late, late last night after eating dinner with me.

-My uncles crack me up.

-My car is once again broken, if opperable.

Ciao for now.