The World is Full of Crazies, But I'm a Regular Nut.

It's really amazing how you're past and future and all sorts of weird cosmic things can converge when you least expect it. Is now a good time to tell you this is an article about deer? Country Star Swoops in to Save Deer I love Montgomery Gentry. They are a wonderful duo of warm, fun loving, hard playing, rocking, partying guys. They are one of my dream concerts to see. Columbia Heights. Man, this is one of my many homes. I used to go sledding on the hill right across the street from Minnesota Water Works. My dad went to the Highschool down the road, and I took swimming lessons there. Good memories. It's just crazy to find stuff like this on my homepage.

Funny Quote From My Main Man

Filched from here. Keith Urban, country music star and sex symbol, was once cut loose from a metal rock band: "I was busting out these Ricky Skaggs guitar solos. They fired me." ***Please wait a moment while I laugh. *** ***Still laughing*** I'm okay now. Well, at least I know Erin should get a kick out of this. Really. Some people have no sense of humor.

Keith's new video

Keith's Better Half video is up on AOL. Go. Watch. Then come back and comment on how Yummy he is.

Boys from over the water.

What is with me and men from Oz? I mean, Keith, Heath, Hugh, they all just keep adding up. Right now, I've been eyeballing Hugh Dancy. Don't know him? That's okay. I didn't know who he was until I saw Ella Enchanted. (Cute movie by the way, but not as good as the book.) Anyhow, while checking out his filmography online, I found out that I've seen many movies with him in it, including King Arthur (which stars the beautifully scrubby Joel Edgerton, another man from Oz) and Black Hawk Down (Josh Hartnet, Orlando Bloom, Gulf War I, ring any bells?). What is wrong with American boys? I want to know why I don't have a thing for any USDA prime hunk. Really. It just kills me. Maybe my whole problem is that I haven't been out of the country. I could go to Canada and go bowling or something. Just to shake this world up a bit.

I am Brittany Spears.

No. I am not having an identity crisis. Have you ever played one of those mixer games? They're always something stupid where you have to introduce yourself to a group of people you half know, half don't know, and half don't care if you know or ever will see again. With in five yes or no questions, I became the newly wed, eternally bottle blonde, cleavage flaunting, poptart, Mrs. Kevin Federline. I attended this baby shower (complete with duck theme and blue punch) and munched on meatballs with Princess Diana, Henry Ford, Hilary Clinton, Zorro, Thomas the Tank Engine, Mother Teresa, George Washington, Xena the Warrior princess, Cher, Garth Brooks, Mickey Mouse, and Bob Villa.

Something to think about...hard.

I know the rape case at BSU has had heated debate on all sides, not just those restricted to SweetandSourGoth's blog, but I admit that I was shocked that the case wasn't even going to court when I heard it on the news last week. Then I got cynical. After all, women just cry rape. We ASK for it. And all of those other acid tasting, horrible, politically incorrect phrases that get bandied about when discussing rape flashed in my head and even were spat from my tounge. Today however, I read an Opinion from my school paper that made me realize that I'm not the only one who see this crap as filth. I filched the article from the Universtiy Chronicle. Injustice at BSU serves as example Published: Thursday, December 9, 2004 Bemidji State University holds a very special place in my heart. It was where I met some of my best friends. It was where I learned how to be better then I was, it was where I got to party with my little brother because he went to school there two years after I started. Most importantly, it was the place where I met my future wife. On Thursday, December 2, 2004, the 10 o'clock news came on telling the world that three men who attended Bemidji State University were not going to trial for a rape that occurred the previous fall. Was this a case of not having all the evidence like they say, or was it a way for an athlete and a deputy to get off without a scratch? I am sure it was the first one, since all people are good, especially in Bemidji. When was the last time a study was done in Bemidji about how many rape cases are reported a year, and of those cases, how many make it to court? After I graduated BSU I went two hours south to SCSU to further my education and climb up to the next level of money-making, because as we are all told, more education means more money (yeah, right). I have been here for over a year now, and when this story broke out it got so big that the women on my new campus held a rally for the young woman going through this ordeal. It is a sad day in the world when a person says he or she was raped and there is nothing that comes of it. Some say there was lying, some say the bad people are walking free, the point that is being lost here is that women are still not being treated equally. That night, when I was watching the news on television, I had the opportunity to witness two different newscasts on the same story. KARE 11 simply said there was not evidence to charge the three men, however, KSTP the lovely ABC affiliate, put a spin on the story that attacked the rape victim in this case. Just a few more non-guilty boys getting to sleep soundly in their beds tonight. Once again the people of the world are reinforced with the idea that women are below men, that they are not equal. Oh, there is another woman lying about being raped, how awful for those boys. There are a few things in this world that need to change as I see it. First, men have to stop raping women, or should I say people need to stop raping people. The news media need to allow for their reporters to work towards a better objective way of reporting, where was the side of the victim in this story? Education needs to expand and teach something useful, enough of these elementary children learning how the white man triumphed over the Native Americans; it didn't happen like that. If these things were to happen, it would be a start in the right direction. However, until this does happen, we are going to have rape, murder and drugs all around and it could be my family going through this next time. Ryan Lowe Graduate Student Mass Communications

Blowing the Man's Horn Some More.

filched from Star Trib Review: Urban shows his stuff as legend in the making Jim Meyer, Special To The Star Tribune Keith Urban was the surprise winner for Country Music Association Male Vocalist of the Year this year. Don't be surprised if he soon wins Artist of the Year honors somewhere, too. Any doubt that this unpretentious Australian would be a captivating headliner was put to rest during a sold-out show Saturday night at Northrop Auditorium in Minneapolis. In a dynamic set lasting almost two hours, the natural sex symbol and respected guitar slinger combined the workaday romanticism of Bruce Springsteen, the elation of U2 and, occasionally, the sorrowful voice of Chris Isaak. His fans are predominantly female now, but his appeal goes far beyond the scruffy sexiness on the surface. Appearing in his trademark tattered blue jeans and a fading black T-shirt (and no hat), Urban pulls off the "anti-star" look that seems so forced on other performers. Despite the Male Vocalist honors, his guitar prowess is the key to his brand of hooked-filled country rock. And it really powers his live show as he proved throughout the night and right from the start on the opener, "Days Go By" a live-for-today rouser. Though soft-spoken, Urban is just enough of a showman. On "Where the Blacktop Ends," he entered the crowd and circled the auditorium (without a follow spotlight). Rather than a crowd-pleasing gimmick, it seemed more like his way of bringing the crowd a little closer. And this crowd definitely wanted to get closer. Women strolled the aisles all night for a closer look and better camera angle. For many artists, the "unplugged" break seems like an obligatory breather, but for Urban it was a seven-song showstopper. He opened with a song by his old band, the Ranch, and included an effective duet with opening act Katrina Elam. That set the stage for the highlight piece, "Making Memories of Us" by Rodney Crowell. Urban, resembling Isaak somewhat, showed that the Male Vocalist award was fully deserved, even if it was unexpected. He picked up the pace with "Jeans On" and "She's Gotta Be," a brooding song that built to a rocking symphonic swirl. From there it was a seamless segue back into the electric set with the inspiring "Who Wouldn't Wanna Be Me," ending with a few bars of U2's "Beautiful Day." For an encore he performed "Tonight I Wanna Cry" alone at the electric piano, showing yet another of his talents. Urban is a spiritual man who puts his hope and faith into his music and Christian values into his unglamorous style. When he exits, he says, "God bless you, and be true to yourselves," and plays a recording of Bob Marley's "One Love" as spectators exit. In small but important ways, Urban dares to be a little different, and that counts for a lot. A youthful 37, Urban has learned how to construct a thoroughly impressive and pleasing set. But he also seems just to be hitting stride. Maybe there's a Lifetime Achievement Award waiting out there, too. In another classy move, Urban came out with opening act Elam, reprising his role on her single "No End in Sight." Elam is a proud Oklahoma girl (and Reba lover) who wowed the Northrop crowd with her hyperspeed country yodeling just before Urban appeared on her closing number. Jim Meyer is a freelance writer based in St. Louis Park.

Oh. There is Snow.

We finally have snow. Well, enough snow that I shouldn't gallivant around in my sandals. I even managed to bring most of my flip-flops to BL so I wouldn't be tempted by them. I kept two pairs here, my nice silver prom ones and my scrubby blue Old Navy ones. I also kept by brown three inch heels and my wedged brownish ones. Other than that, I have three pairs of tennis shoes in various shades of white. **Does a double take of that sentence** I wear darkish colors. Grey being a favorite, although, now that I have my new KU concert tee, I think black may be making a major comeback. Otherwise, I stick with jeweled tone things, dark purples and greens. And I look good in brown which I find strange. So Why the hell do I have white shoes? *shakes head*

Speaking of things. I may need to find new winter boots. I don't think duct tape is going to hold them together. I guess that's what happens when you steal your dad's million year old boots and then go sledding in them. They implode. Maybe I can talk him into buying new boots. His are WAY too big for me, but they are so warm and comfy. Besides, I don't wear 'em all that often.

**goes off to scheme myself some new boots*

I caved like a house of cards.

Cocaine adicts and crackwhores have nothing on me. I ordered Toshia's Christmas present online a couple of weeks ago. It annoyed the crap out of her because I had it sent here instead of to my other adresses. In fact, I believe I strutted my hypocritical boasting here on my blog about how wonderful I was at keeping Toshia's Christmas secret. Toshia has been battering Anthony about how unfair it is that she can't pick up my packages. She whined to Kristen when she picked up my package slip out of the mailbox. She complained about it when she vehemently tossed the slip at me while I was being lazy this morning reading Running Scared by Elizabeth Lowell. I waited until I finished the book. (Loved it like crazy. It's joining some of the other Elizabeth Lowell books on my to buy and own list. I just wish she's write some more about those Yummy Donovan Brothers.) Then I got up. Got dressed in my scrubby, I don't feel like showering clothes, and ran barefoot down stairs to the front desk ducking the police guy (still haven't figured out if he's campus or city) to get my packaged. I then ran up the stairs and threw it at her practically begging her to open it. Not a proud moment let me tell you.

Caved like there was no self control. *shakes head miserably.*

Floating. Just Floating.

Last night me and my Cousin Sandy went and saw Keith Urban again. Well, it's an again for me anywhos. The night started with us trying to find the East River Road parking ramp, since neither of us has ever actually been to the Northrop. We did make it though, and in one piece, while jamming to the blue album. We then proceded, sans coat and in sandals, to the Northrop. I'd never been there, but I did know it was where they put on plays and such. I was expecting something like we have on campus. Why, I'm not sure. But the Northrop is this beautiful old building with Classical collums and beautiful hard wood doors. I got my Concert T-shirt finally. The concert was absolutely fab. I'm sure you don't want to know all the glorious, sweaty, head banging, hair flipping, guitar soloing, details. All I will say, is that I was fabulous. He was fabulous. And Toshia is so wrong about the age thing.

Shotgun Willie....On The Road Again

I know. I am not a badass because I'm crazy about Willie Nelson. The man is like Johnny Cash, Waylon Jennings, or Kris Kristopherson. (Dummy me. The Highwaymen. Love them like, well, things that I shouldn't mention, or at least not admit to loving. No it's not boy bands, but it could be classic Power Rangers. ) But they are beyond the country genere. They are pure American Music. Anyway. He has his new album out now. It's wonderful. Exactly what you'd expect from this crazy, amazing, life living man. My favorite track on the album is Big Booty. Even if you don't give a rats ass about listening to the whole album. Go here and click on the track. It's a song that should be put in radio rotations, but I'm sure won't get any airplay because of the Clean Channel choke hold on popular radio. Different rant. Different time. Go Listen.

The sky must be falling

Or else, there is a wolf someone missed crying. Or perhaps, I walked towards the wrong light.

All I know, is that this strange, weird, completely psychotic burst of cleaning energy I had this evening is beyond the pail (or is it pale? Or is there a completely differently spelled, uh, pail.)

I was being my normal lazy self. I took myself up on my offer and read The Year My Life Went Down The Loo, by Katie Maxwell (aka Katie MacAlister, aka KatieMac, aka the Monday Dishy Guy finder wonder, aka one of the most hilarious authors ever.)

I'm not quite sure how I feel about the book yet. I find it hilariously wonderful, but she seems so naive that it bugs me sometimes. I fondly remember sixteen, and my life was not nearly exciting in the guy department. And she keeps slaming all the history junk in England. But cute and entertaining. It is afterall, a YA novel.

But that is WAY off topic.

As I was saying, I was feeding my reading habit when all of a sudden, I get out of bed, turn on the "telly" (did I mention the book's set in England?) (Back with the bad puns!!!) to GAC and started CLEANING!!!

Did you read that?

Me.

Cleaning.

Our room.

I mean, It was mostly my mess. But still. Me. And my room. It boggles the mind. I didn't even pause when Tosh and Anna came home to see me frantically (and fanatically) cleaning off the coffee table. I'm sure they were wondering what sickness I had contracted, what ghoulish otherwordly thingy invaded my body, or else was thinking I was snorting the fuzz lining my coat pockets.

Personally, I think an alien invaded my brain. The reality prolly is a cross between all of those and the haltage of the cloggers.

The spike heeled clog dancers are back.

I don't feel like doing much because of them. So I'm listening to Keith's Be Here album and read The Year My Life Went Down the Loo by Katie Maxwell. Otherwise, I could watch Walking Tall with the Rock (not A Rock). And Joey should be on tonight. And we're having pizza later. And Tosh and Anna made cookies for their band class so I can steal some of those. But I think I'm just going to take the easy way out. Spend some quality time with Keith in bed. That sounds excellent to me. Absolutely perfect for now.

Mysterious Woman

I love having secrets. Well, not secrets. Especially from Toshia because I just talk around them until she figures it out or it kills me and I blurt. Or I just tell her from the start. I guess what I really have are suprises. Yes. That's the correct word. Christmas is after all, the season of suprises. It is the one place in which I am normally excellent about keeping Toshia in the dark. Especially this year. Unless Anna has spilled the beans, I think I have come up with the perfect Toshia Christmas gift. But Tosh's present isn't why I'm so bubbly and blogging. In January, I am about to be come an Honorary Aunt again. My Best Pal Jaime, who I used to color with, fight with, and all that other sort of stuff since I was about four, is having a baby right near my birthday. Can't you just hear my shrill shrieks of excitement? Anyhow, the baby shower is on Sunday. I just finished buying presents and they make me want to squeal. I love babies and baby stuff. It's one of the many things I want to accomplish before I die. But this is the first of the "Lisa gets to pick out everything that the present contains" baby showers, not the "Lisa gets to voice an opinion, but mom gets the final vote" like the ones for Christian, Elizabeth, and Addy Lou were. My other surprise has to do with Matt. But I don't know how often he checks this baby out. So I don't want to go on about it too much. All I will say, is it has absolutely nothing to do with steak.

Oh the Horror!!!

I have not had the best of days today. First of all, I got my parking ticket verdict back and they're making me pay it. Stupid communists. They just want my money. They have the nerve to tell me to contact public saftety if this happens again so arrangements can be made for me to have "another lot". How much crap is that? Also, I'm not big on where One Tree Hill is going with their story lines. The writers are making Dawson's Creek look like Oscar worthy drama. I also have another damned South African History test tomarrow night. I am so sick of all these stupid tests. What is the deal with that. The guy obviously can't manange to keep it together. Plus, my favorite fan site for Gilmore Girls is no longer there. Jenna chose to close down the site because of bandwith and such. None of the other fan sites update nearly often enough. Every four months is too far apart. I however, will move on. Perhaps I just haven't given them enough of my attention. I also wrote out my check for my speeding ticket today. I hate loosing money this way.

Back home and stuff.

Well, I'm back from my thanksgiving weekend extravaganza. It was pretty damn fun. I saw my cute little puppy who is now three times as big as he used to be. I also saw my kitty. He now has the fat belly of a normal cat instead of the skinny little kitten belly and constant sniffles. I drove Santa and Mrs. Claus in the Light Up the Night parade in town. I also got to make the signs, hook up the lights, and everything else. I got my picture taken with them too. I saw a couple movies while I was gone. Here's my short anwser reviews. The Bourne Identity: Good. See the sequal and maybe check out the books. Ella Enchanted: Good. Not as great as the book, but an excellent movie adaption. The Chronicles of Riddick: Way better than the trailers portrayed to a clueless viewer. I understand that it's the sequal to Pitch Black, so now I gotta go see that one. Around the World in 80 Days (w/ Jackie Chan): Not nearly as good as the original. The best part was the cameo by Luke and Owen Wilson as the Wright Brothers. And on the way home, I got a speeding ticket. Happy Holidays!!!!

The thing with bones

I'm not quite sure when this bone thing started today. It could have been when I was reading All American Girl by Meg Cabot and there was this thing mentioned about a guy cutting his nose open, removing his nasal cavity, and replacing it with a chicken bone. (Uh, that's not a direct quote, its a haphazard paraphrase, but I listed title and author so I should be covered, Right?) Or it could be when one of my "constructive criticism" comments about my presentation today. The comment was that my pants were low on my hips. This statement could in no way be correct. First off - I don't have hips. I'm built like a padded ruler. Second (and this thought was tested as I walked back from the bathroom) when I wear my pants on my hip bones, it gives me a beer gut looking figure. I do not wear my clothes like that. Period. Then bones, specifically hip bones, were mentioned when I was reading on Toshia's bed and smacked my head into her hip bone. They are very pointy. So of course I slammed my head there a couple more times to demonstrate how painful it is. Toshia laughed, because apparently, "That Tickles." We went to see The Princess Diaries 2 tonight, and on the way down the stairs I was putting in my square hoops and they weren't cooperating so I used this handy phrase I pick up from Heather: Me: Fuck Me! Tosh: I'd rather not. Me: I'd rather you not too. You have bone-y hips. If I'm going to slam my body part into something, I'd rather it be cushy. ****Hilarious laughter as we relate to becky***** Becky: You don't really notice it when you're having sex. We then went on to discuss guys we know with bone-y hips. I can imagine myself paying more attention to ripping off "Lord Nicholas's" (Chris Pine) shirt and licking his chest that what my hips are doing. He has De-Vine blue eyes and looks sexy as hell with dorky glasses on. Uh, yeah. So uh. How's the weather.

Concert Extravaganza Weekend

I'm leaving to go see KEITH!!!!! and Katrina Elam too. She's his opener. BUT, keith. oh, the Guitar solos and ahhh. Fine memories of the Guitars, Tiki Bars, and a Whole Lotta Love days....... *gazes adoringly at the wall and creates drool puddles on the keyboard* Oh, and we're seeing Rascal Flatts on Saturday.

A bad explination and an apology (to my people)

I know I've been terribly lax in writing to you, my adoring public. But alas, I've been swamped with tons of stuff. Expecially since I've been getting close towards the end of the semester, my field work, and the holidays. I promise in the coming weeks to fit a bit of time in to rant, rave, and burn bits of energy off. Until that happens, I get to be one of those posters I despise who never update their sites regularily. So, anything good happen while I've been gone? I haven't checked in on Erin or Angel's blogs lately because I've been so far behind I haven't had time. I hope they're not dead, or living in a commune with a biker named Fred Kuna, or Gotten "I rock the big game" tatooed in india ink across their foreheads. It's been so long since I visted up there. I need more hours or something. Mebbe I've just gotten too lazy and with all the extra constraints on my time I've gone bonkers. In Larry's words: "Lord, I apologize."

Did you catch my "these are my people" pun from Varsity Blues? No? That's okay. Not everyone likes teen flicks.

What's your anti-drug?

I know this article my offend some people, but I really don't care right now. It called attention to something I've been feeling lately. I'm so sick of living in the dorms. I don't know if it's because of short unseasoned freshman who don't appreciate diverse musical stylings, expecialy those of the Rolling Stones (once again, Who can hate on the Stones?) or if I'm simply sick of living in one room with my microwave and Tosh's referigerator. Beats me. I'm just sick of it. I don't want to actually grow up and get a job and be stuck doing that for the rest of my life either. Although, I will admit that I've had a blast these last couple of days while I've been doing my Field Experience. This is definately what I want to do with my life. I don't know if it's the teacher I'm paired with (Mrs. Sass rocks.) or that I've had experience doing it, or that I've visualized it so much, but it's a natural fit. Anyhow, back to this article from the University Chronicle. The guy's talking about how college is this big stress release valve. Or something like that. Read the article. It's cute and funny and just thought provoking enough for nine in the morning after being awake for exactly eight minutes.

A Joke for today

I got this in an e-mail and thought you guys might enjoy it.

The Lone Ranger and Tonto went camping in the desert.

After they got their tent all set up, they fell sound asleep. Some hours later, Tonto wakes the Lone Ranger and says, "Kemo Sabi, look towards sky, what you see?"

The Lone Ranger replies, "I see millions of stars."

"What that tell you?" asked Tonto.

The Lone Ranger ponders for a minute, then says, "Astronomically speaking, it tells me there are millions of galaxies and potentially billions of planets. Astrologically, it tells me Saturn is in Leo. Time wise, it appears to be approximately a quarter past three in the morning. Theologically, it's evident the Lord is all-powerful and we are small and insignificant. Meteorologically, it seems we will have a beautiful day tomorrow.

"What does it tell you, Tonto?"

Tonto is silent for a moment, then says,"Kemo Sabi, you dumb ass. Someone has stolen tent."

Well, I guess that's some pay back for all the racially inferior sidekicks in the media.

Country's Biggest Night

Some people bet on ball games. Others bet on races. Me? I bet on award shows. In the past, me and Toshia have split it in weird ways. I win a couple, She wins a couple. At the CMA's we tied it. Not by betting on the same things, but tied we managed to be. I had problems with the televison and missed the first two hours of the show, however, I got to see exactly what I wanted. My biggest moment came when they announced Keith Urban Male Vocalist of the Year. He's such a humble guy and didn't expect to win. You could really tell. You can see a video clip of him accepting it here. Just click on you're prefered player. Another thing that makes Keith a real upstanding guy is that even though he doesn't do the whole computer letter to his fans that some artist manage, he still replied to our thread of congratulations on his fanboard. Another award I was exctied about was Kenny Chesney's Entertainer Award. He truely deserves that award. He tries to make his shows a big event to attend and the laid back party atmosphere at them gives that vibe of the hard working, hard playing guy that you come to see. I though it was really crappy of CBS to cut him off. They over run ball games, and politics, and other award shows including Miss America, why can't the CMA's and Kenny get the same respect. Besides all the local news kept saying they'd be on after the Award show, why can't CBS respect that? It's not like he was going to Janet Jackson Superbowl everybody. Men are allowed to do that, only women aren't because our boobs are bigger sometimes.

Ahoy Captain Hangover

I feel like a shipwreck victim. Or like I have a hangover. At this time of the week I'm neither. I didn't even stay up late or wake up all that early. I guess it must be something eles. My Captain Crunch last night didn't agree with me or something.

By now, everyone has heard about my Vikes loss to the Colts. I thought we did some really good things in that game. There were some REALLY bad moments too (the first snap, the last six seconds) but good things happened. My favorite reciever Nate Burleson returned a kickoff for 91 yards and looked like a stud while doing it. Kelly Campbell also got some important yardage up. And I heartily welcome back my favorite RB mister Orlando Smith.

Now we all must turn our attention to taking a bite out of the Pack. Randy isn't the be all end all to our team and we know that, the team knows that, they just have to get out there and show it. I think one of our problems is that we're so used to exoctic coverage of our recievers, that extra man out there's giving us some flack. Shake it off boys.

It's almost time for me to run to class. I really don't feel like going, but we're gonna be getting out test scores back. Maybe that's enough for me to not go. But I'm hungry and I can pick me up something to chew on. MMMMMMM pretzels. Doesn't that sound heavenly? I'm going to hunt down some socks. My Weather Bug claims it's 33 degrees out and that's a might too nippy for me to wander in my sandals still. Ya know, I woke up freezing this morning. It might have something to do with Tosh always shutting the heater vents, but I'm not sure. Does anyone else find it funny that Miss Abominable Snowwoman has all the vents closed? Well, now that I think on it, it's kinda ironic. Right. I'm going to go find me some socks.

I know myself so well.

Right. So I told you all that as soon as I started my Ed Psych paper everything would fall in place and it would write itself? Well, I was right. Except for this tiny section on negative reinforcement. After interrupting Tosh a bazillion times, I had my very own AHA moment and now I think I got it all figured out. My current hangup, is that I'm not sure if it's susposed to be stapled to our first section of the paper. To solve this I stapled that section AND the two of them together, so I can always slip it off if I need too, but I don't think that's a big deal. He needs my name on the damned thing anyway. Right now I'm gonna do some test studying and watching a rerun of Gilmore Girls on ABC Fam. Hey, I should prolly run and get me some dinner too. I 've eaten two lunchable crackers, a thing of string cheese, some oj, and a handful of cereal today. I think I'm hungry. Not sure yet.

Stupid paper!!!

I know. I said my paper would be a snap. Well it is. It's a snap paper that is driving me NUTS!!! I think it's just because I'm having a momentary problem where I don't know where to start, so I'm having a spastic attack.

My directions are "Design procedures for enhansing learning incorporating:" and then it goes on to list the different learning theories to incorporate. So I'm assuming I just explain what the theory is and then give an example in how I would use it. Makes sense to me...but my sounding board for this class doesn't seem to be in her room so I can't sound and Tosh has decided to quit Ed so she just looks at me like I've grown another head.

Why couldn't I just be a morning person and a non-procrastinator. The prof told me to outline this as I went. Well, I started, but it's not helping me. ERG.

You know, I think erg is one of Toshia's sayings. Kinda like how "seriously" is a Tyler thing and "basta ya" is an Anna thing. Great. Now I have writer's block and I'm stealing other people's phrases. I hope that's a hanging offense. If I was dead, I wouldn't have to write this paper.

Alright. I'm going to start it. Once I do that I'll fly right through it.

Tired Excitement.

I got in touch with my field experience teacher this morning. I get to start on Wednesday and I'm beyond psyched about that. I stayed up til 'bout four this morning re-reading The Return of Rafe MacKade. It's part of my new 2-1 book I bought a couple days ago. I really could have used that rest today, but I wasn't tired because I slept all weekend. I've got a test tonight and a paper due. I've got all the chapters read and a pretty good handle on where I want to go with the paper, it's the sitting down and doing it that's going to kill me. I have my position paper due tomarrow. I have it sort of mapped out, but I'm missing some pretty hefty section chunks. Expecially those on classroom management and instructional stratagies. I guess I'll have to work on that tonight still after my Ed Psych class. Speaking of tonight. Vikes are on Monday Night Football playing the Colts. All I'm going to say is that it's going to be a wild game and our loss last week means nothing. Our loss to the Eagles on MNF might hold some weight though. I guess we just see how my boys are going to rock. Send them you're wishes and some good vibes in the eight o'clock hour tonight.

My strangest habit I've noticed so far.

If I'm going to do homework in my room, my room has to be clean. See, right now it's not and I just can't concentrate. I want to go vacuum the rug, and pick up that Cool Whip lid I ate mashed potatoes off of my printer, and sort through the stack of newspapers so they can go into the recycling. The list goes on and on. I just can't concentrate in this mess. And It's all my mess. Lord knows Tosh would never voluntarily live in this pigsty. I still have papers to write and words to read. Lots and lots of them, but I keep focusing in on the dirty dishes piled up on the television. Erg. Is this really as weird as I think it is? I would go into the study lounge, but I spend most of the day since I woke up in there and the people in the picture on the wall is starting to weird me out. I think the girl in the pink dress with the bow in her hair is laughing at me and the yellow shirted boy next to her is plotting how to carve up my liver when I turn my back. That and there's this group of girls standing in the hall next to the vent and the guy with them is saying more about turkey baisters, sponges, and a woman's genitals than I've ever wanted to hear outside a doctor's office or a bedroom. And he's creepy.

The importance of being lazy.

I don't know why I'm channeling Oscar Wilde this morning. Or shall I say this afternoon? I woke up at noon. I think the last time I did that was Halloween and I couldn't even name a time prior to that. My wisdom teeth mebbe. Anyhow, I have tons of homework to do and the most unflattering urge to watch The Importance of Being Earnest. I'm not sure why. Wilde is a lunatic and brilliant and disturbed and I'm crazy about reading only 3/4ths of every novel he wrote. He tends to get long winded and boring about partway through. Oh, and if you've seen, Oh crap I just forgot the name of the damned, Ah yes, League of Extraordinary Gentlemen. Stuart Townsend plays Dorian Grey and does a marvelous portrayal. I think Townsend should do more period pieces like that. His body shape definitely lends itself for the fashions, or being half naked. He can work that too.... Right. Don't know where this was leading....Besides towards my homework....two papers, two tests, and eight chapters worth of reading...oh the joys of education.

Hey Baby, Wanna feel my muscles?

A COPPER Dragon Lies Beneath! My inner dragon is the mighty warrior of dragon-kind. I don't play silly head-games or use fruity magic, I stick to the basics: big muscles and lots of flame. Wipe that smirk off your face, pal. Click the image to try the Inner Dragon Online Quiz for yourself. I have this mighty dragon and check me out. My favorite part of the quiz was when they were asking about humans. My anwser was They look funny. They talk funny. They act funny. They taste funny. And they fight like girls. Of course, that describes me pretty good, so the fact that my inner dragon feels the same way is no wonder. So *glances laciviously at you from under veiled eyelashes* What color is your dragon?

A movie revelation...The end

I was watching Alex and Emma the other day and laughed at Kate Hudson's character Emma who read the end of books first to see if she wanted to get to the end. That's when I realized, as much as I love romantic comedy movies, I hate their endings. They all sort of end the same and they suck. The lovers somehow are separated and have to come together with a big kissing scene. Even in romance novels the endings can be less predictable than that. Two Weeks Notice I hated because of the ending. Other weak endings include Alex and Emma, How To Lose a Guy in Ten Days, Some one like you, Runaway Bride, even most of Kate and Leopold sucks, Not to mention What Women Want. This leads me to realize that while the romantic comedy is a viable vehicle for box office success, the endings blow and that screws everything up. I even LOVE some of those movies, but their endings suck. A movie cannot end with a kiss. It's too cutesy, preditable, and nauseating. Besides if it's a comedy, shouldn't they end with a laugh? Or at least with a big dance number in which Patrick Swazy looks like he's trying to either have sexual intercourse with the floor or perform the ancient mating ritual of the ring tailed lemurs.

A Viggo Review

By now, most of you should know that I'm crazy over Viggo Mortensen known to most of you as Aragorn from LOTR. I personally loved him as Strider when he was wet and slightly dirty. *shakes self out of fantasy* Anyhow, I've been a big fan of his since G.I. Jane, and was even more impressed when I found out that he's an artist and poet as well as an actor. I do like my men well rounded... *starts drifting again* Where was I? Well, I borrowed The Indian Runner from the library. I don't know exactly what I expected, but what I got was wonderful. It was written and directed by Sean Penn and was inspired by Bruce Springsteen's song Highway Patrolman (lyrics here.). I never remembered hearing the song til I read the lyrics, and That is almost the story of the movie. There's some slight twists and turns, but it's true to its source. I am happy though, because when I was watching the movie I was trying to figure out where they were and it reminded me of Canada (to which I've never been) and so I assumed it was Michigan and I was right. Joe is a sheriff in a small town trying to understand the anger that's harbored by his Vietnam Vet brother Frank. Things head in a downward spiral, then look like everything is going to work out before the last plot twist. It's deep and dark and emotional and moving in a not quite typical Lisa way. I loved it. I'd give it a 4 of 4. A word of caution though, is that it seems to start a bit slow, and you have to pay attention to pick up the nuances.

Floor Tickets

I am perhaps hours away from having floor tickets to see Keith Urban in December. And the best part? They're for Minneapolis!!! It's only 15 days till the road trip concert to Sioux Falls with Anna and Toshia, and now Me and Sandy are going to see him here. I could cry or jump up and down. Instead I'm going to watch Alex and Emma with Luke Wilson and Kate Hudson. I've heard it's really bad, but I want to suffer the agony myself before I agree. After all, Monster's Ball was susposed to be great and I hated it. Secret Window was susposed to be terrible and I loved it. And now there's Alex and Emma. I love Luke's brother Owen. He's the cute one.

What to do on a Thursday night?

I did what any girl would do....I watched Joey, because that's the only prime time sitcom worth watching except for ER which is on now. What did I do in the hour and half in between? I watched Regency House Party, which I taped off of PBS last night/this morning. I guess it's going to be on for like nine weeks. I really thought it was great to watch. A bunch of 21st century Londoners are cooped up in a Regency era mansion refurbished to the height of Regency Beauty. Each person (no professional actors) have been given the role of a person, and they are out to look for the best possible marrage match. The host of the house is cute, but knows he attractive as hell. The other guys aren't really beautiful looking to modern standards, but their accents are to die for. The Hostess is a bitch, which is great to watch. A couple of the other girls are really, uh, restricted by the strictures of polite socitey. I don't know if they have it in them to hack it. I of course do. I've read The Corset Diaries. I can do anything. And being a bored lady of leisure is a snap.

Wants needs and other things.

I dont' want to do my homework right now. Too bad for me it's due at two o'clock. Lucky for me however, Anna helped me come up with my list of words and phrases and now I just have to do the blurb and analysis about the differences between geographic regions. It'll be short and sweet and hopefully kick up the downward spiral caused by my last test. (Actually, I haven't gotten the score yet, but I have a bad feeling where it's concerned.)

MMM...my room smells good. Tosh made us garlic potatoes. She is the queen of instant cooking, just don't let her bake you peanut butter cookies. Anyhow, I'm now eating my potatoes with a fork off a Cool Whip lid and putting off typing my homework.

I'm also wearing pants I found on the floor because I was studying last night instead of doing my Laundry like I needed to do. I think they're the same ones I wore saturday. They smell faintly like the piece of Turkey I dropped on them. *reminder: I need to buy laundry detergent*

I wonder if that's why I didn't do laundry? NO I think I just forgot.

Also, I cannot record anything off of TV anymore. Everything better come on twice or I'll end up screwing it up like I did my Regency House Party. Lucky for me it came on again at two o'clock this morning. Yup. Get to watch that tonight.

Speaking of....Smoke Signals is playing at the Atwood Theater. I don't know exactly what it's about, but I might go and see it. Anna and Tosh are also talking about ordering pizza. It's a good thing I'm going to NoDak for Thanksgiving. Not too much pizza then.

I had taco's one year for thanksgiving. It was the year we had Ahrens Christmas the same weekend at our house so our turkey was eaten that day. Dad didn't want too much extra turkey. I wonder if I can talk him into Deep Frying it. It tastes soo good that way.

The girls next door are making noise. They don't appreciate my music. I mean. I can understand not liking the Cheiftains (last nights choice) but the Stones? Who really hates the Rolling Stones? (Which they did a month ago). BTW Keith Richards is rumored to be playing Captain Jack Sparrow's (MMM Johnny baby) Father in the Pirates of the Caribbean 2 movie. How fun is that.

Any other Lackwits out there?

I plunked down fifteen dollars I could use for a pre-order Keith Urban 2005 calandar. Think that's stupid? Well, your wrong. The fan club does it every year to raise money for St. Jude and they rock at it. So while I don't drop money to join the fan club, which I'd love to do, I do support all the things they do. Go buy yourself one and smile today. I have a Geography test in about ten minutes. Of course, I didn't study near as well as I should of, but I think I can land out alright. It comes from taking two classes at once. A bit boring, but the double dipping sure cuts down on study time some days. I still need to do a posting on The Indian Runner. That movie really rocked. It was weird and strange and really not my typical cup of tea which runs more towards The Patriot, The Little Mermaid, Dirty Dancing, and well, you should know my type by now. Romantic Comedy, Historically based stuff, and good old action flicks with lots of things being blown up. Or fast cars and good looking guys. I can be just as shallow or deep as the next person. It depends on my mood.

What else has been going on I haven't commented on. Oh, yes. The presidential election. I think Kerry did a smart thing in "backing down" as I've read in some places. Bush may have won last year because of all his bully tatics, but who really respected that. The point is, the election is over and we need to support the outcome in any way possible. That means getting more people signed up to vote next year, writing editorials that slam Bush policy, and doing what we do best. Complain till they hear you in the White House. Remember, the real people who make laws are in the House and Senate. The president is just a figure head. While he is able to sway policy and sign it into law, he is not the last say so. What ever happens, can be undone later (Look at what he has done to Clinton's policys) and he can't be re-elected in 08.

So chin up guys. It's not over til the Earth implodes or is kicked out of space by a weeble.

So much to do, So little I feel like doing it.

Today started with grand plans of things I'd accomplish, like job searching, homework and laundry. So very little was actuall accomplished. I feel like crap. I think I have a cold, among other things. Saturday was great, both the christmas and halloween aspects. My aunt and uncle from florida suprised everyone by driving up. My Uncle Ron told me I should play linebacker for the 49ers. Anna wants to know if that's a compliment. My cousin John is on leave and he looks fit and healthy and he now has shoulders to die for. Halloween was good to. My Medusa was very adorible. Tosh had to do my hair twice because we didn't get the snakes right the first time. So while I attempted my eye-makeup she was sticking pins and snakes in my hair and smacking my butt trying to screw up my concentration. Through all that I was fine. When I went to apply my mascara however, she burped in the hallway and I managed to stab myself in the eyeball with the mascara wand. erg. I did however, win or actually tie for first place with my cousin Laura. She was the bride of frakenstein. Her husband Joe was a pimp and I had the unfortunate priviledge of watching him pee on his neighbor's lawn. My cousin Tim wore his street clothes because he had to go to work so he was a Wigger. Sandy was a pilgrim with a cute little tigger baby. Bob came as a Denny's employee since he showed up right after work. Tabby was a prom queen and was escorted by Gandolph from lotr aka Nick. My aunt Mary wore a cute medievel type dress she made and my Uncle steve was susposed to be Legolas but he left half his costume laying around and his wig was on crooked. Other costumes included a hippy, the wicked witch of the west, Marylin Monroe, Trinity (that was Mel, Tony's fiance), a guy dressed as a nun, A really tall guy wearing red fishnets, a tank top and a black mini skirt with platnium wig, a couple of girl devils, a hobo, the scream mask, and Santa, who of course asked everybody to sit on his lap. Now i'm going to get ready for class.

alass, I am all alone.

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

What did I do?

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

Woosh.

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

Happy Birthday!!!

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

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

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

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

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

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

Well, it starts.

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

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

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

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

Ahh, the stupidity.

Something fun to try

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

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

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

Feeling Good

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

Idiots who write parking tickets.

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

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

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

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

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

Oh, come on.

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

Strange

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

Keith's video is on. My favorite song!

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

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

Don't have a slick title for this one.

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

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

Embarassing the family connection.

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

Votes for Women

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

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

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

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

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

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

Currently...

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

New Author: Meg Cabot

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

Death of the Monday morning.

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

Woo Hoo! Victory Dance.

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

Holey Jeans

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

And they say Country and Rap don't mix

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

Well, atl east it's not ebola

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

A little self reflection

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

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

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

The Old Days.

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

Do you have your ribbon?

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

Girls with Guitars

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

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

I did it.

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