The Reason I Blog About Stupid Things Like Who I Think Is Hot and Keith's Latest Accomplishments

Is because when you start clicking through blogs you end up reading the CRAP other people think is absolutely wonderful to discuss like politics (one gigantic fight. I'm a liberal. Deal with it. Anna and I get along just peachy even though we support politicians with conflicting agendas. Why can't you?). After all that continued flipping and arguing. I'd think it must be nice to land on somebody's blog that goes on and on about Keith Urban, or Romance novels, or some stupid and idiotic thing she just did.

That and everybody lives SO far away and this cuts down on phone time.

Sorry bout that. I just finished reading some stuff by an ignorant asshole who doesn't know how to admit that he's wrong. And instead of just clicking on, I got hooked. Like passerbys at a car wreck. I couldn't stop. So I got worked up and needed to vent. Thank you for letting me vent.

Lisa The Letch

Last night me and Riley ordered some pizza and watched Sky High starring Kurt Russell and Kelly Preston. This adorable movie is about a kid who's the son of two of the world's most famous superheros. This is all good and great, except that Will has yet to actually get his superpowers.

This causes him to join all of his friends as a dreaded Sidekick instead of a genuine Superhero. Involved in the story is also his best friend, his archenemy, the most popular girl in school, and an old enemy of his parents, Commander and Jetstream.

I'd totally give this movie a look-see. It's much more entertaining than the Spy Kids flicks. And, if you're not afraid of labels, there's eye candy.

Ah, the eye candy. That would be Steven Strait who plays Warren Peace. After spending most of the movie going gaga over Peace, I checked him out on IMDB. And that's when I became a very bad person. Cutie Steven here is only 18 (19 in March). So right now the fact that I think he's a total babe is kinda, well, EEEEKG!

But, as I pointed out to Krystle and Riley, when I'm forty, if I dated him, I'd be one sexy and lucky-ass woman. Stupid double standards.

Found Me a Newbie

His name is Eric Church and he's made a lot of waves in Nashville this past week at CRS (that would be the Country Radio Seminar). He's kinda cute and has a sound much like that of Dierks Bentley. Which is a coincidence (or not) since Dierks as well as Keith are his label mates over at Capitol.

You can check out his video for his debut single How 'bout You at his webpage on the Capitol site.

STD List (That would be Shit To Do)

Assemble my shelf-

Check

Clean off my Desk-

Check

Finish up my paper-

Check

Mail Mel's B-day Present-

Sorta checked...(It's packed up and sitting on my new shelf)

Finish Cogewea reading for class-

No way in Hell is this going to be accomplished.

Screw Fat Tuesday

Try expensive Tuesday. Lady and the Tramp, Walk the Line, and Pride and Prejudice are coming out tomorrow. I'm going to be SO broke.

Goin' Downtown

So, Saturday afternoon I was lying around the apartment being as lazy as possible when Anna gave me a call asking me if I wanted to go to Minneapolis with her for Kelly's 21st Birthday party. Since I'm always game for a good time, I said sure.

I tooled down to BL and picked up my mail. Then I watched Forest Gump with her mom and sister while Anna got directions for us. This of course meant I had an enlightening conversation about just what kind of trouble girls my age can get into (wink, wink. nudge, nudge).

So we decided to take Anna's truck and rocketed down to the cities listening to Wild 99's Saturday Dance Ranch show. Only to show up at the hotel and do our own version of the Daytona 500 looking for parking in the parking ramp (that we couldn't get out of because we needed a token).

Kelly's party was at the Embassy Suites, so we headed up the elevator to the rooms after many stops and starts (and some help from some guy on the street), where I met the girls. Some of whom I recognized from State. We got ready, partied it up, danced, whooped, took pictures, and generally started the buzz going.

Then we headed downstairs for the limo. Which wasn't there. So we huddled in the building lobby playing with the revolving door until Tamera and Kelly got our limo driver Nole on the phone.

So we showed up at Spin in a swanked out limo and got the VIP treatment right into the club. Which was an absolute blast. We danced, laughed, talked, shook our asses, and got Mardi Gras beads. I'm not sure who or how, but I ended up with a drink. At one point, Anna, Brittany, and Me got separated from everyone else and we ended up in the swirling mass of gyrating bodies that made up the main dance floor. This was lots of fun, but also a bit of work since the three of us attracted a couple of Indian (dots not feathers as Shauna would say) guys. They were kinda getting friendly (I personally feel that unless I give you express permission, I am the only one who can stick their hands in my pockets. Thank you.) and we had to shake them off. This was accomplished by crossing the entire dance floor. Anna was now on her second drink at the club (a long island) which she promptly dropped on the floor. Glass and all.

Not too much later, we met up with the rest of the girls and trooped outside to await Nole and our chariot. This is when Kel, Anna, Ashley, and all the rest of us girls had a rousing pole dance with the light post to the Pussycat Doll's Don'tcha. Kel, who stole some guys shirt, fell in the street. And Anna was her lovey-dovey self kissing and hugging everybody. Even some girl that was standing next to us calling for a cab. I'm pretty sure Anna simply mistook her for one of the group. I mean there were 11 of us hot sexy babes out on the make.

Nole returned us to the hotel were there was some catching up about what happened at the club, after pictures, and drunken phone calls. Or in my case, a very buzzed phone call to Toshia at like two in the morning.

The next morning, we weren't doing too bad. Just some headaches. And body aches. I'm sure Anna's were worse than mine because she slept on the floor most of the night. Or at least unil I woke up to her slugging me and telling me to scoot over. The hotel served a complimentary breakfast, but the smell of toast permeating the hotel made me want to yak, so we just took off.

The car ride was mostly made up of Anna exclaiming how dirty Minneapolis looked, singing along to the radio, eating breath mints, and taking deep breaths of fresh air. By the time we got back to BL all traces of my hangover were gone. So I stopped at McD's and got a breakfast bagel and made my way back to St. Cloud where I promptly planted my ass on the couch and read for the rest of the day.

Thanks Kel, for letting me show up with Anna. It was a blast.

I Want

Lady and the Tramp on DVD.

I Can Be Dark, Damn It!

This morning at work I had the radio tuned into the rock station because, well, I was in that sort of mood. I was tired, cranky, and doing homework. The Hall Director came in, looks at me, and goes, "Isn't this a little dark for you? It's not your usual country."

Well, it was just a little bit of Papa Roach, Nickelback, some AC/DC, Audioslave. I mean I know I'm not as dark as anybody named Manson, the Osbournes, or even Erin. But, Damn it! Somedays I just want to listen to Korn in peace!

My Writing

Remember when I was going on and on about what my professor would say about my writing. Yeah. Either I'm way to hard on myself, or I have NO clue about how talented I really truly am (And that sounds SO completely conceited).

Here are her comments about my paper:

I really donÂ’t have huge suggestions for your overall argument. This seems to be a thoughtful and thorough essay. You write beautifully. Thus, all my comments are about fairly minor stylistic, grammatical, or formatting changes.

Did you see that? "stylistic," "grammatical," and "formatting" my known weaknesses.

My Five Minutes

This blog entry is going to be my relaxing five minutes devoted all to myself today. This morning started out early...at midnight when me and my roomies decorated the apartment for Hiley's 22nd birthday. We had banners, balloons, and crepe paper. Hopefully tonight we'll dig into that cake.

Then I hit the sack and woke up early to read my ELL chapters. This was quickly followed by some time poking around the BBC Learn English website because I have to evaluate it for a paper that's due at 11pm tonight.

Then I got to run to work and catch up on my Cogewea chapters for English. So right now I'm at the Library hoping I can hammer out the beginning of my ELL paper before I have to hit my bloc of classes today.

I'm going to be SO tired. Isn't it grand that I work at 6 tomorrow morning?

Good Times

I finished my paper and begged Leanne to proof it for me (Thanks Girl!) while me and the girls went on a Perkin's run. Mmmm. I had some DEE-Lish Lemmon pie and I've got leftovers for tomorrow ("What religion is anti-leftover?"-Marty on GG).

Then we trekked through the snow to the PAC and watched Tyler (Anna's ex not um, well, Tyler) in a dress in Cloud 9, which played with gender roles and sexuality. It was Quite funny. And so was watching all of the Ahem acting. So now I'm thinking of heading back to the apartment for a little bit of school related reading and some shut-eye.

I'm Looking at Page 5

And it isn't pretty. Well, actually, it's got like three words on it. But I need a mental break and NOBODY has blogged anything new since my last mental break.

Now I know why everyone gets on my case when I continuously blog either only in the morning or only at night and not throughout the day. Because DAMN IT, when you want to amuse yourself with the idiot ramblings of some of your closest friends so you don't have to remember that your the MORON that procrastinates so much you're going to FORGET to DIE!

Which Chromosome Do Men Have Again?

This question came up when I was relating all of my new found quirky knowledge to Toshia today. And just where did I get this knowledge that would make most people shoot pop out their nostrils? Why Do Men Have Nipples? by Mark Leyner and Billy Goldberg.

While the commentary and witty banter between the two author's isn't always that funny, the questions are continuously of the "There is no way I'm asking my Doctor that!" sort of questions. From Is sperm fattening? To Why do I have bad Breath in the morning? Every obscure and weird drunken musing is answered.

Sorta.

I have noticed, that some of the answers skirt the question a bit, or don't answer it in a very satisfying way, but you should totally buy this book to sit on your coffee table for when the gang comes over for some "cold ones" because it's a laugh a minute.

Procrastinated Paper Blues

I am so sick of this paper. I know. Every time I write a paper, I'm sick of it. I think my problem with this one is that I've spent so much time planning it, that now that I've got it almost complete, I'm second guessing myself.

This is not one of my happy papers. It it not one where when I finish I'm going to go: "HA! I Nailed That Bastard!" It's going to be a "Thank GOD this professor doesn't really know how well I write because I'd SO be getting an F." Well, not an F, but a C. As it stands right now, I think it's totally a C paper. SO not what I want to be turning in for this class.

And what am I doing right now? That's right. Putting myself down in my blog instead of going back and hammering out the last two pages I have to write. And the sad part? I know exactly what's wrong and what she's going to tell me. I ended up sort of marrying two of the prompts together, so while my thesis is clear, my argument isn't tight, my support is vague, and my organization is sorta choppy. And am I going to fix this before it get's turned in for feedback? Prolly not. Because I'm a lazy idiot.

Do you think I could talk her into reading my blog and then grading accordingly? Because seriously, as much as I want an A on this paper and this class, I don't think I deserve it right now. But maybe I have too high of expectations for myself. Are my expectations too high? Am I really too harsh with my self? Or am I just really paranoid because we've been talking about self-biases in my Personality Psych class where people are more likely to attribute their success to their talents and blame their failures on the situation.

But here I am explaining how I'm being a procrastination Queen, and how my paper really sucks on my effort. Does that mean I'm the exception and not the rule? Or is my stupid Soc Psych Attribution Error crap coming in now?

OHMIGOD! I'm psychoanalyzing myself. What a freaking FRUIT CAKE!

Freak Out!

We've got E. Coli crap in the city water and now that I think about it, I actually did drink water yesterday when I brushed my teeth. If I get diarrhea and die it's St. Cloud's fault.

GG in the Morning

It's the Poe episode.

*Big Smile*

Now In The Blue Room

New Keith clips including practical jokes played on Keith by the band, "We are the Champions," and Keith getting Lei-ed on stage.

GG Canceled for Tomorrow

I guess there's no Gilmore Girls on tomorrow night. They're going to run Final Destination 2 instead. Bummer. I want to know what's going on with Luke and Lor and Rory, Logan, and the rest of the gang. Bah. This hiatus stuff sucks!

My Kind of feminist.

I think I can safely state to you guys that I'm a feminist. In fact, you guys know me so well, that I probably didn't even have to state that much. However, here is something I bet you didn't know...I think most of the feminists from the seventies were looby.

I think some of those vegetarian, hairy legged, egg-heads were totally nuts. And for the most part, I sit in my mind laughing at them in amusement. I mean I totally respect the things they did for womankind. And hey, I love knowing that if I wanted to work a gazillion times harder than I already am, I could be a highly paid astrophysicist and that it's totally because of my bra burning sisters from the seventies...But they're still wacked.

Susan Jane Gilman for the most part agrees with me. It's true that she's clearly got a tighter focus on her views, has stood up in the face of well, life and got her teeth knocked out, but hey. She's also way older than I am. (well, maybe not WAY older.)

I read her Hypocrite in a Poufy White Dress: Growing Up Groovy and Clueless over winter break and about died laughing. I know of no one else who would get a fancy schmancy job in Washington D.C. on The Hill, and then totally confess that on their first day on the job, the only thing they knew about Congress they learned from the School House Rock "I'm Just a Bill" jingle.

Then, for shits and giggles, I put a hold on her book Kiss My Tiara: How to Rule the World as a SmartMouth Goddess. I'm not sure which is funnier: reading her biting social commentary, or listening to her Grandmother's advice about life. I mean, come on! You choose between "Sure, beauty has the power to excite men. But so does a box of donuts" and "If God hadn't wanted us to touch ourselves, he would've made our arms shorter." Like Hello! too much competition. (Hey Mel, read this one too. It's a riot!)

Book Slut

Lisa Kleypas's new book Devil in Winter is coming out next week, and I'm on the edge of my seat because I LOVE Evie and everything I've heard so far point to this becoming my Fav Lisa hero (right now, I'm totally in love with Jack. Ah, Jack. Tosh do you remember Jack?).

I've been all hepped up about the new Rachel Gibson book, Sex, Lies, and Online Dating, but I finished that this weekend. And now, because of that damned snippet in the back of the book, I'm waiting with abated breath for Claire's story.

This is my problem with books. Well, maybe not books, but my favorite authors. I want them to write like speed demons. I want them to write as fast as I read. Hell, sometimes I wish I could write as fast as I read (especially when it comes to writing English papers which drafts are due today). But I respect that some people are just slow (Hello! Moi, here is a absolute turtle). That's why unlike Toshia, I juggle bunches of authors and bunches of release dates and stay up till four in the morning reading regularly.

Once I start reading, I have trouble stopping. It's like an addiction. I'm addicted to reading. I'm addicted to putting things on hold at the library. I'm addicted to buying books. I'm addicted to writing down every single title and author that strikes my fancy in the book section of Target. I'm addicted to the websites and blogs of my favorite authors.

It has been said before, and it will be said again: I am a book slut.

Now what are you going to do about it?

Thank Goodness She Ditched Lance

I just finished listening to Sheryl Crow's latest album, Wildflower.

I love Sheryl the rocker.

That is not what this album is about. This is Sheryl the thoughtful songstress, which I also like, but I don't like it for an entire album. You gotta be able to sing along at the top of your lungs in the car with the windows down at least once on any album.

The Procrastinator Strikes Again

Putting off your English papers to the last minute is a VERY bad idea. Please tell me why I did this again?

Wow. The Amazing Power Of Looking

Apparently, all that mumbo jumbo for viewing the new Keith video can be ignored.

Go to www.keithurban.net
When you get to the Where are you from international page, scroll to Germany.
Click on Audio/Video
Then pick the You'll Think Of Me player connection speed.

Fish Only!

Last night Krystle's dog Brandy visited us for awhile. Now I want a pet to stay with us all the time. Stupid pet rules.

Oooh, Oooh New Video

I know I've been going nuts about the TIWC premiere, but the new You'll Think of Me video has been release in Germany, and I've go the link to it. Right now, I'm partial to the first YTOM video, you know with the shutter analogy and everything, but this one isn't bad. I think it was filmed on the same set as Tonight I Wanna Cry, because some of the set-ups are really similar. It's also got a bit of a BFTGOG (But for the Grace of God) feel because he's wondering around town at night.

To see the video you have to click here, then on Biografien on the left, go to the scroll box and click on (K-Z), click on Keith under U, and then go to the video section of the page and click on the player of your choice under You'll Think of Me.

Wall Banging

You know when you have a scab and you pick at it even though you know it's going to bleed and hurt and just piss you off. But yet you still pick at it?

That's totally what I've been doing lately. Well, not picking scabs, but fights. With everyone. Today it's Toshia and Hiley. Yesterday it was Mel, and the girl who constantly jangles her leg in my ETHS class so it makes a constant irritating noise against the desk. Plus, I promised Amanda I'd go to Chi Alpha and instead through her over for laundry, homework, and reruns of America's Next Top Model.

Since Tuesday I've taken a gigantic downward turn, and even though I haven't calculated by biorythms or anything, I figured out my cause. I was a bit late this month. Not only getting my period, but also my PMS mood swings. Normally it happens right before. Nope. This week it's during and after.

I think that's the reason. Only now that I'm taking all these psych classes and learning about things like self-reporting biases, and the tendency of people to blame the situation, I'm starting to think I'm really crazy. And selfish. Am I'm purposefully being mean, even if I really regret going bananas ten seconds after I've spewed stuff I normally wouldn't say, didn't mean to say or do, but I've already pushed the too many buttons and hurt people so I can't take it back?

GAHHH! There is SERIOUSLY something wrong with me.

The Cold, Barney, and Personal Safety

It's currently -12 degrees out right now. It was colder when I trekked to work, but brrr is the only way I can really describe my hike across campus to the apartment after class today. I, of course, showed both my stupidity, laziness, and how oblivious I really can be. I switched over to my warmer coat, but I didn't bring my hat or gloves.

This is where Barney comes into play. And yes, I'm talking about the annoying giant purple dinosaur who was played by a woman (and voiced over by a man). On his show, they have this song (and I have no idea which one it is) but the kids sing it with these giant umbrellas painted like little ducklings. Baby beaks and all. That is what I feel like when I wear the hood on my coat, like a little duckling.

The thing just flops over my head and protects my whole head, forehead included. On days like today, that's perfect. Except I have a very small line of sight, so anybody could jump me and well, the possibilities of what could happen are endless. Especially if you're wearing shoes meant for nice spring-ish summer weather and carting a backpack filled with boulders (I mean books).

I Love This Album, But This Is Totally My Favorite Song

Follow You Home by NickelBack

Well you can dig me up a grave
And try and stick me in the ground
Well you can tie me to the bed
And try and beat me half to death
But you can never keep me down
Well you can stick me in a hole
And you can pray all day for rain
You can shoot me in the leg
Just to try to make me beg
And you can leave me there for days

And I'll stay alive
Just to follow you home
And I will survive
'Cause you're my Mississippi Princess
You're my California Queen
Like the Duchess of Detroit
And every city in between
You can slap me in the face
You can scream profanity
Leave me here to die alone but
I'll still follow you home
I'll still follow you home

You can make a couple calls
And tell your brothers I'm in town
Put a bounty on my head
And tell my parents that I'm dead
And hope to hell I'm never found
You can steal me the keys
To your daddy's Cadillac
You can tamper with the brakes
Call it a mistake
And pray I'm never coming back

You can dig me up a grave
And try and stick me in the ground
You can tie me to the bed
And try and beat me half to death
But you can never keep me down
And I will survive
'Cause you're my Mississippi Princess
You're my California Queen
Like the Duchess of Detroit
And every city in between
You can slap me in the face
You can scream profanity
Leave me here to die alone but
I'll still follow you home
I'll still follow you home

Tonight

Well, technically tomorrow night since it's only 11, but close enough. By the time I actually get to bed tonight, it will be the "tonight" I'm talking about.

I don't know why this week has seemed so stressful. You'd think if I was pulling my brains out I'd, well, I'd know I was spazzing. Anyhow, I'm so ready for a beer and a night to just cut loose.

High Noon, here I come.

Video Premiere

Yahoo!Music insists that "There's nothing better than Keith Urban behind a piano." But there is, and that's Keith Urban on a guitar. However, I'll take Keith anyway I can get him, and that includes playing Tonight I Want To Cry on the pian in the snow.

Stupid Soc Psych

I don't get to know how badly I failed my test until friday. Ick.

Toshia is Mean

She made me drive her home instead of letting me watch the chick poop squirter guy.

There's Just Nothing Like

Tossing your breakfast into the toilet an hour before class. And I'm hungry, so now I'm afraid of eating anything. But I'm hungry!

Black Tuesday

Happy Valentine's Day!

I Wish...

I could have had tickets to see Jace Everett when he was the Wild 99 acoustic concert. Now I'm pouty.

However, until Toshia stampedes music retailers when his disc comes out in hard copy. (If you aren't as picky you can download it at iTunes).

Until then, I'm just going to have to be happy checking out the "Bad Things" video on CMT.com and listening to the stuff that's up on the K102 (aka Clear Channel) New Music page.

She May Be Super Skinny and Snagged "my man" But I Like Her Insight

Single Secret #4: It's OK to be picky.

Romantic road-testing isn't just fun - it's crucial, she reckons. And after years of singledom post-Tom, (And let's take a minute to point out that he's a total FREAK! No wonder she's going about it slowly now.) Nicole hasn't let her high standards drop. The question is: will Keith Urban meet them?

Nicole says: "When you get the taste of being with someone again, you can get lured back into a relationship quite quickly. I think we all want someone. But it's nice to want it instead of need it.

"I think it's got to be about looking for someone to walk alongside, rather than going, 'Oh this is someone who can fix everything, who is the answer to everything.' I think it's just whether or not you find that person - because I think there's probably a whole bunch of them - and it's a question of whether your paths cross at the time when they should.

"Because a lot of it is timing. That's something you have to give over to. You can't control it.

"You can tell yourself, 'I'd rather have somebody than nobody' or 'Oh well, they'll make a good companion or be someone to grow old with.' But I'd rather be alone than in something that I felt compromised in. I want to be able to give everything."

Definion of a Rock Star

svelte, tattooed singer has long hair and persistent beard stubble, wears jeans and T-shirts, plays a wicked electric guitar, sells out hockey arenas, dates a Hollywood A-lister and speaks with a cool accent, also known as Keith Urban.

Bad Poetry By Lisa

Ode To Thursday

Thursday you are so far away,
But you are a lucky day.
Aside from being Friday eve,
When High Noon I will see.
CMT will premiere
The man of my heart's
Sexy new video.

(That would be Keith's Tonight I Want to Cry. And from what I've seen, he's playing piano in the snow!)

*pumps fists in the air*

I got a 95 on my personality psych test. Since this area of psych has very diverging ideas from that of social psychology, I'm sure my social psych test score tomorrow will reflect it.

Toshia Pees Slow

And today, I walked like Toshia pees. Slow.

Morning Gilmore Girls

I love this one. It's where Alex asks Loreli to go fishing and Luke teaches her how to cast in her front yard. However, it's also the one where Luke asks Nicole out (and we all know how that ends up). But I like the fishing. It's one of my favorite parts ever.

Wild Saturday Nights

Right. So I work every other Saturday (except this weekend AND next weekend, then it's every other weekend). Saturday, I had an intoxicated student, two elevators break down, and an entire herd of people who can't read a gigantic sign saying "Open This Door and an Alarm Goes Off."

Guess What?

My feet are cold.

Die George Lucas Die!

I finally got to see Star Wars Revenge of the Sith. I want to understand why George Lucas felt he needed to wreck his Star Wars brilliance with these three sucky ass cardboard movies?

I love the original Star Wars. And I totally understand that to make such a brilliantly layered tale of heroism, selflessness, love, religion, hubris, (and a bazillion other adjectives and personality traits that are fully investigated in a humanities class) you need to have a background story for your characters. So why force everyone to watch that background story expecting depth and (quick look up a synonym for brilliant) compelling character situations.

No. You get a bad script, cardboard acting, confused audiences, stupid over the top special effects, one wicked fight scene with Yoda, and some tears (whether they were for poor Padame dying without getting to really see Luke and Leia or from the pathetically horrid lines and camera angles Natalie Portman had to deal with in that scene, I'm not really sure yet.)

And what's with the Frankenstein/Darth Vader symbolism. Obviously you've been influenced by Mary Shelley, George, you don't have to advertise. It made me burst out laughing. I'm glad I didn't see it in the movie theater because I'd have a bunch of die hard Star Wars/Computer Geek/thirty and forty year olds pelting me with popcorn and revolting in the theater. Because that scene was pure comic relief. It couldn't have supposed to be serious right? Right? (I think it was supposed to be serious and touching and tell you to keep your big head deflated)

Hey, S. I know it's months later (didn't it come out in like July?) but I finally saw it if you really want to discuss it.

*shakes head* And Ewan MacGregor looked really old and unhot in it. Sorta like Keifer Sutherland. He doesn't even get to use his cute accent really either.

Confession

Does anybody remember how I said I can't stand James Taylor? Well I can't. I think the man was a total sleaze and even though the music industry consists of a bunch of loobys that should belong in a circus or a psychiatrists office (Shauna can totally back me up on this), I really don't like James Taylor as a person.

But I like some of his music.

I said it. I did. Infact, I feel so guilty about this that I spent ten minutes trying to explain it to Toshia on the phone this morning. You know, like Eminem. I think the man is an awesome wordsmith and I love singing a long to a couple of his songs. How can anyone NOT love Loose Yourself (Aside from Shauna)?

Apparently, I don't have to feel guilty because Toshia deadpans, "Lisa, you like girl bashing songs. Do you feel guilty about that?" Well, no. But it's not quite the same thing. For some reason, I can not equate my liking James Taylor songs with that of Eminem and "You're mom's a whore." Is this just a weird guilty thing in my brain, or is there some serious hypocrisy going on?

The Ry Train

I am on the Ryan Cabrera train. And I'm not quite sure why. I didn't really dig his first single, "true" and then there's that corny MTV show Score! And don't even get me started on his gravity defying spiky hair and relatively pop rock sound. I just like him. His first album isn't anything spectacular (however much I love both versions of On the way down). His second album shows great promise as an artist. An that has noting to do with how hot he looks wearing socks, a tie, and his guitar. And only that. But that totally came afterwards.

Christmas Presents in the HOUSE!

My sister is weird...but she brought my christmas presents. I like her.

Wired

You'd think I have millions of liters of Code Red Mountain Dew coursing through my veins. I'm that freaking full of energy. I even contemplated dusting off a workout video because I don't really have kickboxing equipment in the apartment. And, oh yeah, I don't know how to kickbox. But right now that's what I want to do. So instead, I'm rocking out to the new Nickleback disc, wondering if Anna's gonna give me a ring back, and busting out some scary air guitar moves I've picked up from admiring Keith. Trust me, they look WAY better when he does them.

Question

If you had to choose to live in another country, which country would you choose and why?

I Don't Know if I've Said This Before,

But viscous sounds like a dirty word. I know it isn't, but it still makes me giggle like it is.

Go on.

Say it.

You know you want to.

Viscous.

Hee. Hee. Hee.

Congratulations Keith!

Keith just won his first Grammy for Best Male Country Performance for You'll Think of Me.

According to my textbook

College students are "highly trained confabulators."

Yippie! I get to train young people to become liars. Oh the future I'm looking into.

Tests. Tests. Tests. Oh the Stress

Is 11am too early to drink?

Today

I have two tests today and this sucks.

Go Grammys

Keith is up for Best Male Country Vocal Performance for You'll Think of Me. He will be performing You'll Think of Me, along with dueting with Faith Hill on her new single The Lucky Ones, which was penned by the Warren Brothers (who are friends with both Keith and the McGraw-Hill clan).

Funny Little Tidbit

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-- It's no secret that Keith Urban plays a blazing guitar. But if there was any doubt, here's proof. During Monday's Grammy Awards rehearsals, one of his amps caught fire.

I Got Up Early This Morning

And you can tell because I'm currently sporting a Pebbles Flinstone hair style circa 1986.

New York Dating Scene Circa 1450

Today we discussed the Iroquois Confederacy. And we talked about how marriages were arranged. . .by their Grandmothers.

When you got married, the men moved into the future wife's house with her family. Our professor asked how men's behavior would have to change to appeal to Grandma, like having to be humble. After all, the man doesn't have to provide for the wife, he lives with his inlaws.

Can you imagine have a man try and impress my dad, let alone my GRANDMA?

Working at the Butt Crack of Dawn

It's a lot like being in first grade again.

I set out my clothes for tomorrow. Gather all my homework in my bag. Make sure my jacket and mittens are by the door, and pick out what I want for breakfast.

When 5:30 comes, I just brush my teeth, grab my stuff, and scoot my sexy butt out the door.

Shopping With the Zoo

It's loads of fun and I had an absolute blast (Even if Toshia was a bad friend and wouldn't talk me out of two books and School House Rock on DVD. But Penny is a good mom and asked me if I really wanted to spend all that money.) singing, dancing, and playing with toys. That is, until I walked through the play kitchen isle and realized how hungry I was. And the peanut gallery cranked the "I Wants" up to eardrum shattering.

Poor Penny.

Blogger Down

I repeat. Blogger Down.

(This of course means that all of the posts I meant to post last night will appear today.)

Super Bowl XL

That's right, Steelers.

Alright, so I was off by three points. But I still picked it.

Stupid ResLife

It's resident appreciation week and we're supposed to have free laundry. However, our machines in the laundry room are still trying to charge me!!! Damn it! I saved all my laundry for this week for a reason!

Super Bowl XL

Pittsburg. By 14. Go Steelers!

Blame Game

Toshia says she blames me and Jade because she's starting to get sick. Well, I maintain that it's Toshia's fault I got sick in the first place because as Queen of the Universe, she has power over this sort of crap.

Shame on Lisa

I'm skipping my soc psych class this afternoon. Which means Toshia is allowed to skip. Which means she came to campus today to play on the computer, eat lunch with Chris, and watch tv with me. Man is that the life or what?

Thanks Tosh

Maybe if I checked all the tidbits hanging out on my comp before I started a blog entry, I wouldn't waste my questions.

Something about Groundhogs day

Can Anybody Tell Me

The historical origins of Groundhogs day?

And My Girlfriends Rock

For christmas Erin gave me this spectacular ribbon board picture holder which is already covered in pics and prominently positioned by my desk. Thanks babe!

For my Birthday Toshia gave me Edward Sicssorhands, which of course as a true Depp fan I'm absolutely crazy about.

And Anna gave me my Birthday and Christmas presents, which consisted of a bean plant that is supposed to grow me a message, A Knights Tale extended edition (Woo-Woo Heath Baby!!!!) and the Dukes of Hazzard movie which just cracks me up.

I love you guys!

Idiocy, Craziness, and Other Things on my To Do List

I'm not feeling so hot (and I haven't had much sleep because I feel like crap) so all the shit I have to do seems to be compounding itself on my head.

First of all, I have a favor to run for Hot Spot, but the damn guy that I need to get in touch with so I have the address of where I need to unload things isn't in the office.

The Accounting Department, whom I was told offers to do On Campus student taxes, was apparently a crock of shit and now I have to figure out what I'm going to do for those.

I need to do laundry.

I need to grocery shop.

I need to get in touch with Mel, Lisa B., and Erin so I can figure out what my weekend plans are exactly since the Desk Manager at work once again scheduled me to work opposite of Anna, even though I expressedly told her that wasn't going to be an option.

I need to apply for my major with the College of Education because I need to get my Graduation application in (by Feb 17th I think) and I don't know exactly how to go about doing any of that.

My room is a mess.

My money keeps slipping through my fingers. No matter what my bank account says, I had much more money in there just two months ago. And I want it back.

I am in a complaining sort of mood which isn't solving anything at all. Somebody please come beat my brains in with a stick!