Nice Explicatives

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

Damned Inconvenience

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

Interesting It Shall Be

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

Yup.

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

Thank you for asking.

Calling All Big Butt Country Fans

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

Can Anyone Else See The Irony?

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

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

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

Water-logged

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

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

Gah! Stupid Technology!

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

Work

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

Oh. I know.

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

I'm A Nationally Published Author! LOL!

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

*shakes head*

Here It Is:

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

In The Box (Music Review)

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

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

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

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

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

For Those Of You...

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

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

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

Karls was treated and released from St. Cloud Hospital.

Hither and Thither

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

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

No Sex In The Champaign Room

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

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

Pizza Party

When: This Friday

Where: My Place

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

So Much To Say, So Little Time

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

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

-Wedding great, dancing sucked.

-I got published.

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

-My uncles crack me up.

-My car is once again broken, if opperable.

Ciao for now.

Kame Apart

I'm sitting here IM-ing with Tosh when a K-mart commercial came on and Darryl Worley's I fell in Love in a K-mart! song/jingle came on. It made me think back on being a kid in CH.

I used to live only a couple of blocks from K-mart and me and my girlie friends used to walk over all the time. I remember going "shopping" and then stopping at Arby's for a pop (I SAID POP! Or, actually I typed it.) and taking the LOOOONG way around so we could use the walking bridge. It's where I bought my first music album ever, and where we stopped to cool off after hiking all the way to Castle Park. Ah, good old days.

Oh, Erin,

I have a suprise for you.

Dishwasher Coup

That's right. I staged a dishwasher coup with the help of Krystle. Between the two of us (and that giant box of dishes I snarked from home) we filled up the dishwasher.

I needed Krystle's help because I forgot to put a stack of cups in, and even though when you open the door the jets stop, I have strange magical powers that probably would have flooded our kitchen. So that was much appreciated.

Anyhowy, because of my sneaky military intelligence, some poor family in rural Africa had water yesterday because I didn't unload the dishwasher until right before bed. Hence the dishwasher Nazi couldn't cycle her dinner dishes through.

Great Gilmore News

The 5th season of Gilmore Girls will be released on December 13th. You can check out the new box design here because the picture is huge.

Well, My Little Sis Started One

That's right. The little sis, affectionately known as Melly, Mel Bell, Melogna, and Cake Eater now has her very own blog, Psychonauts Beware. Check it out and give her crap.

Please Slap Me Upside The Head

So today after my Astronomy lab, one of the guys in my class (and he's a cutie too) held the stairwell door open for me and we chatted all the way to my next class.

Let me rephrase that.

I was preoccupied with how crappy I felt, how much I didn't want to be there, and my paper I had to finish before two that I pretty much answered all the questions he asked me about myself and asked none in return. It hit me when I was doing my biweekly power walk workout just how self-centered I must have sounded. Somebody please shoot me.

*SIGH*

Today sucks for physical exercise. Well, at least my PE class wasn't the highlight today. First it started early this morning when I realized I gave myself a blister on my pinky toe yesterday. It then was compounded by my slight cold and the fact that I forgot a sports bra. It was slightly looking up since I power walked around the track and there was a pretty intense game of shirts vs. skins going on. But that in no way made up for feeling like crap. But it made me smile.

Check It Out

Miranda Lambert's video for her new single Kerosene is up on Yahoo. Give it a looksee. This title track is absolutely rockin' and it's one of my favorites on the album.

Oh I Can Feel It This Morning

Yesterday for PE I power walked for fourty minutes. My glutes and hammies are screaming at me this morning.

Darn It!

I got my pictures developed. There are some lovely shots of Eric grilling and Toshia's birthday, but my poor Keith concert. Like one of the pictures came out half way decent. And if that damn woman hadn't stuck her hands in the way I'd have two. Gah!

I Got It!!!

Today I dragged Krystle along with me to Target to get Keith's new DVD Livin' Right Now.



However, I haven't had a chance to watch it because I have class at five. Oh, well. After class. Totally.

Riddle Me This

I had a dream last night that one of my roommates took all of my dishes out of the kitchen cupboards (I have been given the least amount of kitchen space and seem to be the one asside from dishwasher girl who uses it the most) and was going to throw them away to make room for more of hers.

I Forgot To Broadcast

I got the Hightimes and Hangovers 2 tickets in the mail. That's right those Dierks and Ragweed tickets are staring at me from my bulliten board. Let the countdown begin!

Work Night Highlights

Once again, it is time for the Monday night installment of Lisa's Work Highlights. Let the laughs begin!

-Meow!!! Got to see my resident Argentinean Hottie and RA extraordinare, Martin, play soccer. Not only does he kick a mean black and white ball, he also looks sexy wearing latex gloves cleaning up blood and barf.

-Met Sara, the girl waiting for her pizza from Morristown, who yakked with me while she waited and I homeworked.

-Got to hear the juicy gossip when some redhead had a shrieking fit in the elevator.

-"You're seriously chaining that? What is this? Coach Carter?" Since I haven't seen the movie and have no clue what the guy was referring to, someone PLEASE inform the ignorant!

And saving the best for last:

-I witnessed a gigantic (we're talking Defensive Tackle Mt. McKinnie size here) black dude singing "My Lovely Lady Lumps" in falsetto while doing the Toshia dance. The Black Eyed Peas should SO use that in their My Humps video.

It Ain't Easy Being A State (Movie Review)

While ducking my homework Sunday night, I popped my latest Library rental into the DVD player: Carolina, staring the ever talented Julia Stiles (Ten Things..., The Bourne movies), Shirley MacLaine (only the funniest woman on earth aside from Lucille Ball), Randy Quaid (Cousin Eddie from Christmas Vacation), and Jennifer Coolidge (aka Stifler's Mom).

Since I don't ever remember hearing about the theater release of this, I'm assuming it didn't hit. Which is probably a good thing since most romantic comedy's don't really fly. Even if it's hyped as being "As funny and charming as Sweet Home Alabama" right on the DVD case.

This one, however, certainly took off for me. Carolina (Stiles) is the oldest of three daughters being raised by their wacky Southern Grandma (MacLaine) in Southern California. Carolina yearns for a family that's a little more normal to fit in with her TV Game Show job, and seems to get her wish when a hunky Brit enters her life, much to the disappointment of her best friend Albert (who looks very familiar. He played Henry Crawford in Mansfield Park.) who has the hots for her. Did I mention Al secretly writes romance novels under a pen name? Which only adds to some very funny lines.

Example:
I'm not asking you to be a normal child, 'cause that's not the Mirabeau way. I'm just asking you to be a little smarter about your crazy side, okay?

The end is a bit predictable (Hello! It's a romance.) But the characters are so richly drawn and wonderfully acted from Randy Quaid's alcoholic father to Jennifer Coolidge's whorish Aunt Marylin to Mika Boorem who's moving up Hollywood ranks by being the lovable, if annoying younger sister (you should recognize her from Blue Crush).

3 of 4 Lightening Bolts. It's definitely being added to my DVD collection.

Getting That Roll On Back

Better late then never I say. I was way mondo lazy last night, hence why I totally spaced on actually blogging after my Fabulous Football team trounced the Saints.

Since I only have minor complaints, I won't even waste energy on them.

Game Ball: The New Orleans Saints for doing their job even though they have a million things on their minds, worries in their hearts, are mentally and emotionally tired, and won't have homefield advantage all season.

Stupid Blogger

It won't let me read comments on Toshia's blog.

If I can't read them, I can't comment.

TOSHIA I CAN"T COMMENT!

I think I'm going to hyperventilate.

Oh, oh..Here it goes....

*THUD*

Insane

I think I am coming unhinged.

Let's see...

I think I'll start with the fact that my student files are inaccessible.

My printer wouldn't work for me this morning before I left for class. I'm sure I'm going to return to six copies of my IM short writing assignment sitting in my printer tray.

I'm behind on my course readings and I have a bazillion IM articles to read and they all seem to be 15 or more pages long.

I managed to rip a chunk of wallpaper off the wall in my closet and if I don't want to pay damages, I'm going to have to figure out how to glue it back up so it looks like it hasn't happened.

My roommate hogs the dishwasher and I actually have two entire boxes of dishes to wash, which would fill the damn thing up...Something she has a problem doing no matter how many plates she eats her dinner off of.

Lisa The Human Jungle Gym

I went to BL this weekend for Tosh's belated birthday party and enjoyed Penny's fab nachos (of which I have extra sitting in my fridge), playing with the new kitten-Leo, and of course my precocious goddaughter, Ainjil.

Since then, I've been crawled all over, covered in sand burrs, head butted in the stomach and mooned by Jaxon, quizzed on my Pokemon knowledge by Jace, fumed at by Erin, and well, I got to see 101 Dalmation's 2 and Addladin Prince of Theives.

I'm now back at school with a headache and missing the rug-rats all ready. Craziness I know.

Night Highlights

I just got back from pulling the late desk shift, and here are tonight's highlights:

-Kelly, the deskworker before me, gave me some licorice.

-I got my first paycheck from this job. All $27 of it. Now it's either groceries or gas. Not both.

-Toshia not only dropped off my keys, but also half a bowl of cold 3-bean and since I had no where to stash the bowl once it was empty, my backpack now smells like Lima, Kidney, Butter and Baked beans with bacon.

-A half naked male wearing low slung jeans made me help pick out his midnight snack. I suggested Peanut Butter M&Ms or Skittles. Skittles win.

-On the way home, a cop got on the bull horn and ordered a bunch of half drunks to pick-up all their litter or go to jail. Prime entertainment that was.

So Erin, Are Ya?

Heard the Jets version of Are You Gonna Be My Girl today, and as always, it reminded me of Erin. I mean after a girl steals a fork for ya, being my girl has to be the next thing on the list...Right?

Shameless Ragweed Promotion

CMT.com has Cross Canadian Ragweed's new album Garage due out on October 4th up on the listening party page.

Everyone knows I'm a giant fan and that I'm seeing them along with Dierks Bentley on the Hightimes and Hangovers Tour II in a little less than a month. Check out the new album and make sure to click on their linky thing on my sidebar for all things Ragweed.

Congratulations Keith!

RIAA has certified the Golden Road has now sold 3 million copies!

Kinda Funny

When you use bloggers spell check, the corrective word for peeing is penis.

Heh, heh, heh.

The Modern Day Guitar God

It was FABULOUS!!!

Of course I'm taking about my Keith concert Tuesday night. I'm sure nobody wants the minute by minute rundown like Toshia got today, so I'll gloss over the finer parts.

-Even though we were in the balcony, our seats rocked. I could have hit him with a baseball, and Lord knows I can't throw worth a darn.

-Miranda Lambert is an amazing singer/songwriter and she did a rockin' cover of Hillbilly Highway. I even got her autograph.

-Keith sings a mean version of Jolene.

-Vanessa is currently in possession of my envy. One of the roadies gave her one of Keith's guitar pics. She is much enamored with his dancing guitar monkey.

-Jerry Flowers (Keith's bassist and a former Ranch member) has some stunning vocal chops that proves Steven Tyler isn't the only one who can wail that way. Plus, I got to see Keith slamming on those drums.

-Keith turned Chris R. (One of his guitarists who had a family emergency and couldn't make the show)'s guitar tech into a Rock Star in 2.5 seconds.

-No matter how many times I've seen him, this man's music is passionate, fresh, invigorating, and inspirational. And he has crazy good guitar skills. He just blows me away.

The Pee Tree

As many of you know, Izzy has been having problems lately. Well, just when I think she's all fixed and I attempt to drive to my parent's house, the shit-ith hit-ith the fan. Ith.

My car died at the gas pump in Wapeton and I flexed my girly muscles moving her all by my onesie. Then after homeworking for an hour she started right up and carried me another 80 miles or so before dying in the 13 & 1 intersection.

This time however, I had to pee and there wasn't a handy gas station to do it in. So, I had to use the ditch. Lucky for me, it was really steep, covered in knee high grass, and had some trees. Unlucky for me, 13 & 1 is apparently really busy at about 8 pm.

Once all they vehicles quit flying past me, I stomped my way down the ditch and behind the tree row. I unbutton my pants, ready to drop, when this deer comes bounding out of the tree row behind me.

I slap myself in the face at the irony, and get down to business. I pick out a sturdy looking tree for support so I can squat and not water my feet. It seems however, that my support tree was also the meeting place for every bird in the county. As I'm peeing, I glance up and flocks and flocks of birds are fleeing their former perch.

Me and animals. I tell ya.

It's Been Days

I promise blog-age soon. Right after my nap.

Turning Purple

There is nothing to say but this.

Today's game ball you ask? To the Minnesota fans who still are sticking with the team after today's inept performance.

Come on offense. Figure out your style and stick with it.

Honey, I'm Home

I'm broker and I'm full of breakfast food, but my head now feels like it's attached again.

The ride up for me is kinda a blur. Well, mostly it consisted of me doing homework. I know. How fun.

The Jello fight was a blast, which you can check out in detail here. Me? I'm the one in the white t-shirt that didn't get all that wet until the lake dipping. Everyone was too buys trying to maul the Birthday girl and Jon. Poor man. He was the only guy there.

The party was good times. Me, Erin, and Tosh were just Dahaling! Tosh opped out of wearing stupid hat and went for Erin's (by way of Angel) Birthday crown. Later in the evening when Tosh stole Froyd's soul, I got to wear the Birthday crown too, only I got really strange looks.

The after bar really sucked. Everyone was intoxicated and emotional. And I freaked Tosh out because I wouldn't come in off the roof. She ended up crawling out there with me and Grubbs joined us for some late night musings.

This morning Tosh was all bright-eyed and Erin and I seemed more like the walking dead. My stomach was rolling something crazy, which was probably from me inhaling loads of water this morning after having nothing but fruity alcohol in it.

Note to self: bawling makes you look like the Crypt Keeper. Let's keep it to a minimum.

The ride home was fun once my head became more attached and I quit thinking about how shitty the Vikings were playing before I left. We rocked out to some country tunes and stopped for ice cream on our potty break.

Now it's time to head over to the library. More homework ya know.

Brand Spankin' New

Last night on the super secret birthday shopping expedition (it was so secret Becky didn't know about it until we got back), I bought a new skirt and hat just for tomorrow night. Well, actually I bought the hat because I forgot mine, and then I needed something to wear with it. But I look Fab in them and they were on clearance so it really doesn't matter.

Brrr'Midji Here We Come

I have clothes in the dryer, birthday presents packed up, the homework load for the car stowed, the road trip tunes picked, and I'm just waiting for them to show up.

Gordon's Quote Of The Day:

"Columbus got the right church, but the wrong pew."

-Referring to Columbus "discovering" America, since he landed in the Western Hemisphere but not actually on North America proper.

Shout Out

This was going to be my "shout out" to Gordon who's article about conflicting civilizations and assimilation made the University paper today "above the fold" on the Opinions page, but the Chronicle's website hasn't been updated since May it seems.

When The World Runs Out...

...Of sanitized water, I'll know who to blame. My one roommate runs the dishwasher once everyday: whether or not it's full of dishes, whether or not you've taken your clean dishes out.

What if you leave your dirty dishes in the sink?

Forget about it.

If it's not in the dishwasher, it doesn't get washed. It gets shoved aside. So I now have crusty cups and super clean silverware.

Take that poor people everywhere who don't have houses, jobs, money, privilege, food, or clean drinking water.

Drunken Phone Calls and Albino Midgets

I was going to blog this Tuesday night after class, but I had this thing called homework to get done and I forgot. I had my first Hurl class, and I think it's going to be a lot of work, but a lot of fun too, even if it's a night class. My professor, who's kinda young started her lecture with an anecdote (not an antidote) about a student's drunken phone call from the Red Carpet at 1:30 in the morning, and ended it with another student trying to apply Human Relations to Albino Midgets. Oh, this class is going to be interesting.

Bust Like A Bus, Butt Like A Bear

I thought it would be fun to have a new sundress for Toshia's birthday party. And it just so happened that Bri was tossing out some clothes, including a couple of dresses that fit the bill.

One was a cute flowered strapless number that wouldn't fit over my nonexistent butt and straight as a ruler hips.

The other had these beautiful angled stripes that made my chest look like a bus advertisement. You know those wraparound skins they have on the Metro buses. Yeah. Those.

Red Wave In Gym Class

Ya know, I really thought I'd finished with this dilemma in high school.

I'm Buried In Books.

Somebody please help me out. History, information media, health, astronomy, not to mention that health book I haven't ordered yet, AND there's always Johanna Lindsey's A Loving Scoundrel that I'm willingly reading. They just keep stacking up. Oh crap. I forgot hurl.

Some More Families To Pray For

Slope Collapse Kills 3 Concert-goers

The Need To Prioritize

I just realized that since I have my night class tonight, I really can't do my homework for my tomorrow classes tonight. Please explain to me how I thought I was going to manage that?

What The?

I'm not quite sure what's going on in my living room, but it sounds like there is a bible group meeting taking place and they're reading the bible as a rap or something.

I'm religious and I am active in my religion, but this is even into the bizarre for me.

A Week

a week I tell ya. In a little over seven days I will be serenaded by a modern day guitar god.

Pornography Handout

Today in my Phy Ed class, Troy from Health Services visited to do his spiel. He made up a hand out about hepatitis, meningitis, and self-exams. It just so happened that there way a diagram of how to conduct a testicular exam on one side.

When he told the class to view the hand out penis side down some snickers escaped.

When he said to flip it over to the pornographic side, more chuckles erupted.

When he told the "members of the audience with testicles" to check themselves for lumps in the billions of times they grab their nuts in a month, the entire bleacher section exploded in laughter.

It was like being at a comedy club, even if it was all at the expense of the male of our species.

A Little Something For Toshia

Straight out of my Astronomy Book in a box labeled: Common Misconceptions

Sun Signs

You Probably know your astrological "sign." When astrology began a few thousand years ago, your sign was supposed to represent the constellation in which the Sun appeared on your birth date. However, this is no longer the case for most people. For example, if your birthday is the spring equinox, March 21, a newspaper horoscope will show that your sign is Aries, but the Sun appears in Pisces on that date. In fact, because of precession, your astrological sign generally corresponds to the constellation in which the Sun would have appeared on you birth date if you had lived about 2,000 years ago. The astrological signs are based on the positions of the Sun among the stars as described by the Greek scientist Ptolemy in his book Tetrabiblios, which was written in about AD150.

-The Solar System: The Cosmic Perspective 3rd Edition Bennett/Donahue/Schneider/Voit

Channeling Anna

Last night my car died. Still, I forged on, and me and Tosh managed to talk Ben into lending us his car (which has this really wicked stuff on the windshield that makes the rain bead up and slide off!).

Anyway, Tosh went to get the keys, and Ben sorta smiled at her and said, "Nuh-uh, this is for the ones with a license only." He then said that if I got into an accident the car was stolen. LOL.

So we troop out the door, when suddenly, Tosh stops and darts back into the apartment.

"Uh, Ben..."

"Do you need to know which key is which?"

"No. Which CAR is yours?"

That Hazel Cracks Me Up.

Taken from CMT.com's Hot Dish column:

Joe Nichols received a case of Patron Tequila's platinum series as a thanks for the mention in his single, "Tequila Makes Her Clothes Fall Off." Somebody should sing, "My gas tank is on empty."

Congratulations Saints!

Today, everybody is a New Orleans Saints fan.

It's Gonna Be A Long Season

Where should I start?

I'm so very proud of our suped up defense, especially my favorite former Packer who scored our only touchdown. The D has proven that they can deliver. Now it's time for our offense to settle down and step up to the plate. Dante doesn't handle pressure well. He needs to settle into his leadership position and command his team. To help him with this goal, the offensive line needs to buck up and do some protecting. They had more holes than a colander today and kept crumpling like a paper cup.

Game balls go to Darren Sharper who was all over the field and Jermane Wiggins who kept putting up points only to get them dragged back.

Better Luck next week, Boys.

Alright Boys,

Let's get that roll on! Go Purple!

Amazing Things That Morning Brings

I am human now. Mostly. After last night's rip roaring drunk fest, I am now awake and can actively do things, much unlike the drive to work this morning. While Tosh, the marathon retcher, might have moved slowly down stairs this morning, she had nothing on my snail pace walk to work. I mean, seriously. A two minute walk that took me fifteen?...Really didn't showcase my kinetic capabilities.

Since I got pushed once again into Sober Cab last night (mainly because of my giant fat tissue filled boobs and our inability to factor my 6 am work shift into the equation) Tosh in her cute drunken ramblings is insisting I'm not driving next weekend. And we all know that like Becky and Lola, what Toshia wants Toshia gets. No complaints here.

And a shout out to my wonderful friend Anthony for the sugar rush this morning. Staying awake for over 24 hours (27 to be exact) really isn't my forte.

Bad Day/Good Day

It started this morning with a phone call and a cry for a ride, then me locking my keys in my room. Two classes latter I begged my ADA to let me in.

Since then, I've found THREE books at a reduced rate at the book fair, and ran into a classmate that's giving me some of her resources from last semester.

I've made it to most of my classes now. It's going to be a busy and exciting semester. Perhaps the fact that Tosh has managed to talk me into minoring in psych and summer classes may be in the picture only add to the excitement.

The Stakes Will Be High.

CMA nominations announced today. November is approaching fast. Leanne Womack rocked with 6 noms, Keith has 4 noms, and Sugarland ranked for "Baby Girl." And as Toshia said, " The Warren Brothers have a better chance at losing this year because they've gotten more recognition for their work." Or something to that effect.

Well Ladies, place your bets, because the game has begun.

Tomorrow

Busy day.

Early start to pick up and read my lab manual.

Phy Ed.

Galler's class where I'll get to see Gordon and the rest of the history gang.

Library run to return overdue movie.

Sleep. Blissful sleep.

Blinkity Blink Blink Blink

I am tired. I went to my classes, and think I may actually be pleasantly surprised by them this semester. I've got a bunch of people I know in some classes...And I've got a house full of people. Becky, Eric, and Tosh are over. Becky to make cookies for Eric's parents, and Eric has been tapped to make us supper.

I do however, believe we have pissed off one of the new roomies. I had the gang over and she knew they were here. When we moved into the kitchen to bake however, she seemed a little miffed. She had invited friends over for dinner. It all turned out well because Eric is such a people person, and Becky even did their dishes, but I still think she was sorta...Unhappy with the situation. I guess I'll have to keep ya'll posted on the situation.

Attack of the Leprosy Bugs

I went to the building meeting, and it was dark, chilly, and buggy. So mosquito infested that my back looks like I've contracted chicken pox, or leprosy. And it itches like you wouldn't believe.

Hee, Hee, Hee

I bought my barstool!

Let The Gilmore Games Begin!

Tonight is the re-cap of the season finale of Gilmore Girls. It's also my mandatory building meeting night, the night before the first day of class, and my first day of work. Tosh is even staying over to celebrate.

Rockin' and Rollin'

I just got back from seeing the Johnny Holms Band and running into a bunch of people I know around campus. I've finally got the room mostly put together. Sorta. I HAVE officially moved in though. I promise to post some pics for Erin, Angel, and Mel to see since they are WAY up North. (Heh, heh, heh)

Izzy however, I don't think is in quite as good of shape. She's being persnickety, and I really hope she quits acting up before the 20th. (Only 15 days to go!)

I start my new job tomorrow at ten. So everybody stop by Sherburne and say "Hi."

Thanks Trace!

Shauna came in late today, and when I commented that I had to go out for lunch today because I got in and slept late, she profered up her lunch because her friend Trace asked her out for lunch today. Lol. Don't worry. I paid her in cookies!

How Sweet is this?

*yanked from Dierks's website

Dierks Cobain Canada!!!!
August 30, 2005
{dispatch from the road} just talked to cody and he and shannon delivered a healthy boy...6 pounds 7 ounces....at 10:45am! I'm sure he arrived into the world flashing the rock and roll two finger salute....congrats to cody and shannon and cross canadian ragweed.

Headed For A Sugar Crash

My day off yesterday was fabulous! I woke up late, packed my beach bag, Anna came over, and we were off to meet Tosh, Chris, and Eric at the lake. After a spin in the boat, Eric tried his hand at starting the grill. With the help of the four of us, a picnic table, and a kindly camper, Eric, the fabulous cook that he is, prepared us hamburgers san ketchup. lol.

Then we headed over to Eric's house where I met his roomies and I once again caught the end of The Devil's Advocate (I really should see the thing from the begining.) Once Becky got off work, we ate pizza and watched The Incredibles (That was totally WICKED!). I got to see the kittens, got badgered into powder sugaring cookies, officially met Tyler, and got tired and crabby when I didn't leave by my new bedtime (damned summer job).

So this morning I'm downing water, soda, and cookies (Thanks Beck!) just wating for my entire system to crash. Trust me. It will.

Fashion Victim

Today, you can tell I got dressed in the dark. I'm wearing an olive green long sleeve shirt, dark denim jeans, and purple flip-flops. It's not a pretty sight.

My Apologies To My Parent's Generation

Let me just start saying that I love movies. And not just the newbies that are coming out. One of my favorites is the musical Seven Brides for Seven Brothers.

However, movies from the seventies suck. They are dry, boring, and morbid. My examples you ask? Deliverance and The Stepford Wives.

I loved Without A Paddle (Matthew Lillard, Dax Shepard, Seth Green). It was funny, exciting, relatable, and still explored themes like friendship, death, and self-discovery. While reading reviews of it, critics kept referencing Deliverance (Jon Voit, Burt Reynolds), so I thought, "Hey, sounds interesting."

Big Mistake!

Deliverance starts in a similar vein, a bunch of friends taking a last minute thrill trip where things go wrong. There ends the similarities.

The characters don't have too much depth, the dialogue is plain, and there's too much drag time between events. The main characters kill somebody, then spend half an hour hashing out what to do with the body. Even my thirteen year old sister stared at the television, then shouted in exasperation, "get on with it already."

No wonder Hollywood is currently into doing remakes of 70's movies. They sucked. The critics that are slamming them however must be relying on their nostalgia, because when I go to the movies I want to be entertained, not put to sleep.

Looking For The "All-In-One" Model

Last week after my shopping spree, Tosh helped me haul my swag into the house. Once inside, I thrust a couple of books at her.

Grandma asked what I handed her and I said, "I'm giving her some brains."

To which Tosh replied, "because I sure didn't get my looks from you." and hightailed it out of the house.

It's just too bad the two don't come together.

Mission Accomplished

I have all of my school shopping done.

I have Izzy back (although she's really dirty and will be my second car cleaning in as many weeks).

I have a week of work left.

Ah, the countdown till school starts.

This Is A Macedonian Accent, Not An Irish One! (Movie Review)

Last night Me, Erin, and Kit congregated in the living room after stuffing ourselves with pizza to take in Oliver Stone's box office disaster, Alexander starring the bodacious Angelina Jolie, Iceman Val Kilmer, and the Lusty leprechaun himself, Colin Farrell.

I don't know if many have noticed, but I hate saying mean stuff about anything (except of course mushy peas. Can't stand 'em). This movie is definitely an exception. It was horrible. It started with boring dialogue by Anthony Hopkins who continually tempts you to nod off to his droning narration. The cast has a mix of accents, especially young Alexander's liting Irish brogue. Although Colin does a fair job, only slipping on occasional lines. The fight scenes are cool even if they're over run with either dust, rain, or that obnoxious red tinge. What the hell was up with that?

The only thing that saved it (at least in my mind) was girly alchoholic drinks, our biting commentary, Ange's sexy bitch mother schtick, and Jared Leto (Panic Room, Girl, Interupted, Fight Club)'s beach babe self (I loved the long hair and eyeliner with the bronzed skin. Very sexy).

That's not to say the movie didn't bring up important things like Greek culture and, as uncomfortable as it is to many hetro males and Greek nationalists, its historic complexities of homosexuality. (I'm not sure about Erin or Kit, but I did notice the "fringe viewers" getting kinda squirmy when Colin macked one on Jared.) This movie however, did not address sexuality and gender roles nearly as well as Stage Beauty, but I think that's because Stone was going for epic and, perhaps with a different story, really could have made another Gladiator.

I only hope the extra's are worth the price of the DVD.

0 of 4 Lightning Bolts - In fact, the sky is crystal clear blue it was so bad.

Out To Lunch

Today, the burner is still possessed. The printer hates me. I got a paper cut. The water cooler gulged at me (on purpose I'm sure), and my mouse is being finicky all of a sudden. I think they know I'm going for Chinese food on my break.

Fun Weekend

Me tired. See Tosh's blog for coverage. Mebbe tomarrow I'll find time to comment.

Fall Favorites

I know everyone is sick of me and my quest to get my hands on Keith's Gap promotion stuff, but here's a link to the commercial clip of it.

32 Days And Counting...

Damn It!

The cloggers have returned.

Escape Is Coming!

Ah-Ha! Plans have been made. I am going out for the first time in two weeks really. Sounds like we're doing some informal getting together up St. Cloud way. Outta be interesting. And fun. And hopefully cheap because I balanced my checkbook and paid my bills over lunch. My Budget is NOT friendly.

Shout Out To Mel

My little sister is moving into the dorms today to begin her freshman year of college. This post is all for you babe! Good Luck!

From The People Who Brought You Weird Historical Fashion Trends...

History of Hairstyles

The Name Calling Game

Morgan has given me a new name to call people. . .You Computer Nerd Chicken!

Crack Me Up Quote

"If the grass is greener on the other side of the fence, you can bet the water bill is higher!"

"The Sun Is Shining..."

Last night I made a quick trip to the library and on the way home, I had the radio cranked, the windows down, comfy clothes on, barefoot going 80mph down the backroads wailing Gretchen Wilson lyrics at the top of my lungs. After all the crazyness (which I'm still trying to ignore) this moment of pure happiness was unexpected, but amazing.

Yee-Haw! (Movie Review)

On Friday, I played the third wheel/chaperone to my little sister and one of her best friends as we all took in The Dukes of Hazzard starring Johnny Knoxville, Seann William Scott (Mmm), Willie Nelson, Burt Reynolds, and everyone's favorite blonde, Jessica Simpson.

This movie has had lots of controversy (Ben Jones aka original Cooter slamming the script/Willie as Uncle Jesse/Blonde Daisy/Nylons vs. No Nylons/ Confederate Flag or not?) surrounding it and plenty of bad reviews both by movie critics, "loyal" Duke fans, and other movie goers. I have found all of this stuff preposterous and stupid. The casting was masterful, except perhaps M. C. Gainey as Sheriff Roscoe P. Coltrane. Characterization is fun, with each actor making the role their own, and not trying to emulate the role defined by the show.

The movie plays out like a long episode of the show set in current times, which incidentally includes some cussing. Tragedy strikes when Boss Hogg decides to strip mine Hazzard. The road to stopping him includes bar fights, car chases, a trip to the big city, racing, and Daisy "doin' her thang" by saving the boys from jail. The dialogue is funny, and hits exactly what you'd expect: cheap jokes (and bad ones told by Uncle Jesse), caricatures of the south, Appalachia, country living, and hicktowns in general.

Don't go expecting philosophical discussion or deep thinking (It's a movie titled The Dukes of Hazzard NOT a book like War and Peace!). It's pure entertainment and low ball humor. What else are you expecting.

News About Poor Blue Sick Izzy

The timing belt is off in my car, so she's supposed to go in today and get her all straightened out. Until that time, I'm stuck with Curtis, so if anyone wants to come over and help me clean out Mel's garbage receptacle, I'll accept all volunteers.

Good Morning!

Keith was on Good Morning America today for their Summer Concert series. I, of course, forgot. So, here's GMA's version of an interview transcript and links (just click on free concert video) to his performance of Days Go By and Better Life.

My Now Unsecret Fear

That glug-gluging noise the water cooler makes really freaks me out.

Woo-Hoo!

Double Platinum!

Back From Hiatus

Life is Hell. I have caught Toshia's non-bloggeritis. Please tell me today is almost over.