I dub thee Clarence, the post of random nonsense

Really must do some homework. My class is in like two hours and I haven't done much of anything. Vikes playing the Eagles tonight. I guess I'm gonna have to tape the beginning. Keith's new album comes out tomarrow. CMT.com has a listening party and all sorts of goodies on his artist page. This is really random. Oh. I've got some book reviews that need to be put up here. Any thing else dire enough to be put on this quick up date thing? I have to pee. I don't think that's what I meant though. Right. Back to the dreaded homework thing.

The Baked Beans Dog

I went with dad on sunday to pick up our new puppy. He's an adorible little chocolate Labrador. His name is Duke, named after the one and only John Wayne (Watch Mclintock. It's one of his best!). However, I always think of the Bush's Baked Beans comercials.

He is cute though. The first thing I saw him do was yank on a dog's tail that's fourty times bigger than him. Then later, He peed in the back of my Dad's truck. He's gonna be chasing birds and be humongus next time I see him. Thanksgiving is so far away.

Bouncing around like crazy

I just spent the last two hours painstakingly, loudly, and very sporatically, planning a road trip with Anna, Tosh, and Becky. GET THIS! WE'RE GOING TO SEE KEITH!!! Yep. That's right. That CMT tour? First we were eyeing the Wisconsin dates, but they're both on Thursdays, which are afternoon class days. That's when the South Dakota dates came up. Man, I dunno what's keeping me in my skin still. Of course it's not official yet. There's still buying tickets (on sale next saturday) and booking a room and actually having money to do this, but... We're going to see Keith!!! I'm gonna have to staple my skin to my bones. I'm so jazzed. I've gotta head to bed. Mid morning classes come early when all the girls fill the showers at eight. Gotta beat the rush. How the hell am I gonna get any sleep tonight now? And actually, it's after midnight, so today is the world premiere of keith's video. And for those of you who think I'm obsessed need to check out some of his fan sites on the net. I'm very mild in comparison.

Reaching her dotage

Tosh's birthday is friday. She insists she's not going to make a big deal of it. I believe her exact words were "I'm going to ignore it."

I however have a susprise planned....but I can't tell you yet...but I will.

Oh, and Erin, I'm shopping tomarrow night so you'll owe me some moolah then. Anna too.

What the Days bring tomorrow

tomorrow is the world premiere of Keith urban's new video Days Go By. You can catch it on CMT on the Top Twenty at 7 central or you can view it from keith's artist page at CMT.com here. Anyway, new album coming out on the 21st titled Be Here. Also a headlining tour sponsored by CMT, Keith Urban Be Here 2004. Give my man some support.

Smokin'

This mid morning, I finished reading Where There's Smoke by Sandra Brown. Toshia actually Read this one first, so when she gets to reading this she can yea or nay my analysis.

The story involves the Tackett family and their oil empire. Lara Mallory is the town's new doctor and she ended up in this small Texas town because of sex scandal with now dead Clark Tackett. Mother Jody wants to drive Lara from town. Enter Key, the younger son, who's a hell raiser and a pilot and prone to needing medical attention. (here for more)

I've only read a handful of Brown's work, but this one was solid. I did experience a bit of deja vu in the begining of the book, but eventually when I couldn't recall what happens next I realized I hadn't read it before. I am pretty adapt at these suspense books now so I think that might be why that happened. I caught most of her hints about the end but the true revelations about the coup de tat in Central America was a suprise.

I'd vote it as a nice afternoon read. Not boring, but not "ohmilord" either. Three out of four stars.

I should come up with my own raiting system. Oh the projects to do...

I've got that restless feeling.....again

Well, technically, it never went away. I just, I dunno, masked it for awhile. Erg. Mebbe it did go away and now it's back because I've spent all day (except the past two and a half hours when I was at my South Africa history class) In the dorm.

I was a Beautiful rainy day. The type where a person should be curled up in bed with an awesome book. Did that. I finished reading Where There's Smoke by Sandra Brown (review to follow)

I followed that up by starting on my To Do list:

New cell number. Check.

SA Hist homework. Check.

Read Blogs, check e-mail. Check check.

Then I did the unthinkable. I got bored.

Now on a normal "bored" day, I'd flip on the television and watch HGTV or else I'd pack up my journal and stake out a prime observation spot on campus like the Miller Center or Atwood. This would lead to people watching and lots of incredibly funny and absurd vignettes.

Nope. I moped around my room. And yelled at my printer which won't work.

tomorrow, I NEED to get out. The little green men are starting to talk to me again.

Fun Word

Mercator

It's a good thing I'm nice

Today I ordered my lunch sandwich from the deli like normal. My pic for today? Ham on wheat. What did I get? A wheat sub with two slices of ham and one of roast beef. I didn't want to complain because the girl is new and I frequent the deli alot. Infact the thursday supper guy gives me extra meat. MMM gotta work those protiens.

Books Books Books

First I promised my review of Bet me By Jennifer Crusie. I only planned to sit and read a few chapters wallowing in my pain. Instead, I stayed up till four in the morning reading it straight through. (I paid for it the next day during Geography though). I'm a big fan of Crusie's books, my favorite books ever being Welcome to Temptation and Faking it, both by her. In Bet Me, Min is dumped by her latest boyfriend and is nagged into asking out Cal by her best friends because she needs a date to her sister's wedding. Cal is a Ladies man and gets into a bet with a client about sleeping with Min. Amid planning her sister's wedding, not dating Cal, learning to cook Chicken Marsala (whatever that is), and battling her mother's obsession with Min's weight, the two end up in something people call love. Hum... I've read more books, two by Sandra Brown that were okay. Fanta C and Sunset Embrace. The first is a contemporary from the eighties and the second is a historical about a wagon train to Texas. They were both filler books. Nothing exciting. I enjoyed the latter the best. Just finished Stephanie Laurens latest Cynster novel, The Ideal Bride. It wasn't quite up to par with the rest of the Cynster books. This deals with Michael Anstruther-Wetherby, who is Honoria Cynster's brother, so he's not directly a Cynster. And that shows in his character, it's not as well defined as the rest of the heros in past books by Laurens. The story line also has a bit to be desired. Michael is a politician in need of a wife and Caro (the heroine) is a diplomat's widow. She spends the begining of the book trying to convince Michael that her niece is not his ideal bride, then the end trying to decide if she wants to marry Michael herself amid attempts on her life. It moved a bit slow. Right now I have a Sandra Brown book on deck and Tosh has already read it and given it her okay.

Purple Pride

Did you catch that game yesterday? Of course you did. Only an idiot, or the ignorant would miss Vikings football. I'm in a wonderful mood because of that win. I watched it over at my Cousin's with my cousin-in-law Bob, who has the proper respect for football and the correct obsession with the Vikes, quite unlike my roomate. The point of this rant though, Cowboys cornerback Terence Newman. He's quoted in the Star Trib as saying: "I wanted to let him know I'm not awestruck just because he's Randy Moss. I got to eat just as much as he does." Well, Newman proved that if you go here and click on gallery, the eighth or so pic is of Newman playing dirty. There is no reason he should have been all over Randy, expecially if the ball isn't even being played in that direction. Some people need to learn to play, and other's need new eyes and the balls to call penalties! In other news, did you see McBriar's "throw" ? Ha! I can play football better than that. Although, I did call the screw-up before it happened, just not to the laughable extent it was. ....On to the Eagles.....Then the SuperBowl.....Are you ready for some Football?

Mmmmm Brad

Went and saw Troy tonight. nuff said.

Lisa's horrible no good very bad luck

So I've been estatic because my dream hubby has his new album coming out this month (Sept 21st, Be Here, go buy it!). To make my day more excited I found out that I'm a member of this really great club assocated with my radio station so I could attend his album release party. HOWEVER....I have not yet reached the advanced age of 21 and therefore am inelligible to win my tickets. Damn it!!! Why couldn't my parents do their thing four months earlier? And Anna can't get it up, but that's a different story.

Uh, Title...Hummm.... The Menards Story

I promised the story....so here it is: Me and my parents went to Menards to pick up some stuff to install a phone extension in Grandma's room and (Hooray Hooray) carpeting in my entry way since the old stuff was moldy and gross and I'd been after Dad for ages to get me some new stuff. Well we wandered around looking and discussing house decorating (like trying to convince Grandma into letting me paint the kitchen orange. It's not like she can see it.) when we came upon the carpet section. This guy was doing some thing ( I suspose I should call him and employee, but that somehow sounds stuffy) with the remanant conveyor belt thing (which is very cool and mildly entertaing to watch by itself. Sorta like a baby carnival ride. Humm...I wonder...). While the employee was cutting our piece of carpet (It's dark green if your curious) I was telling mom and dad about the creepy garbage guy at work (Erin, remember the cap and suspender guy?). Well Nick (That's the carpet guy) thought that was hilarious and busted out laughing telling my dad how he'd had a crappy day and that was funny. Then he had to go punch some number crap into his little computer and my mom was looking at these welcome mats trying to get dad to buy her one. I rub it. Look at dad. "You can't buy it." "Why?" "because someone will ask me where I got my rug burn and I'll have to say I tripped and skinned my self on the door mat." Nick lost it over at the computer and my Dad just said "only you." Then later after moving on to a different department I remembered I needed some Scotchguard for my chair so my dad sends me back to ask the carpet guy. I come up behind him and yell "Hey Nick" which I'm sure he immediately thought I was stocking him. But I tell him what I need and he politely brings me over to the proper shelf. I grab a can and Immediately turn around to ask my dad a question and smacked poor Nick in the head with my carpet that I'm carrying. When I ask how much I need, he asks how big my chair is . My anwser: big enough for me to sit in. He was still perplexed when I left.

Ish.

Alright...finished my interview... the kids are adorible...I feel like crap. My allergies, sinuses, or else a head cold has kicked in and I more or less feel like shit. So I'm going to finish up some Geography reading and then I get to run to the library because my DVDs are due (the original Stepford Wives and The Order starring Heath Ledger) and I didn't return 'em after my interview like I was gonna. My head hurts. I cleaned. I could joke about how that's how you can tell I'm sick.......by the fact that I cleaned, except just me talking or hell even looking at me is enough. Oh a good thing: Troy is playing on campus and I'm going to see it tomarrow with Becky and on Thursday with Anna. MMMMMMMMMMMM. I saw it this summer with Tosh and Erin. Yummy Brad Pitt. I'm sure there should be other good reasons to like that movie, but Brad half naked, sweaty, bloody, and it belly shirts really does it for me. It's like watching vanilla porn. I don't think I can top that statement. Until later....

Question?

Is braile only in English or can you read it in Latin and stuff too? I mean I know American Sign Language is just that, so are there different sorts of braile?

Done with day one...

I hate blogger. It just deleted my whole post right before I hit the publish. Plus it's doing this weird large space block thing at the end of each post. Angel, HELP!

Today really starts with last night since that's when I decided to read two chapters of Bet Me by Jennifer Crusie (Book review to follow). At a quarter to one when two stupid lost boys insisted some chick named Jessica lived in our room I was on chapter seven. Needlessly, I finished it at four this morning. Had class at nine thirty.

Nine thirty. First Geography class of the day. Walked my ass to a mildly interesting class. Then I chatted with Anna and Tosh before my second Geography class of the day. Same subject. Same professor. Same room. Different class focus. Same boring as hell lecture. I ended up asking the guy next to me (who was still drunk from last night) if he would poke my eyeballs out with his pen. Clipping doggie toenails is more interesting.

Then I had my class with Toshia. Might be fun. Hard work but fun.

Now I should get my resume ready for my interview tomarrow morning. Wish me luck.

Fun Word

Bodice Ripper

Beer Bust

Witnessed my first beer bust of the year. I'll admit to being a bit unsure of our new window view. It looks over the freshman basketball court and dorm. I'm used to being right in the action and I wasn't sure, but....I saw and heard the beer bust.

It gives me bittersweet memories of Freshman year. When the guys decided to sneek beer into the dorm. They actually thought they were fooling people with a square shaped duffle bag that three guys had to carry. Hello. Brain check.

Moving in....

Right. So this thing doesn't want to listen to me. I'm in my room and my internet is finally up and working. Ran to the grocery store already. My damned white board already fell down and got an ouchy. Uh. I don't know what else to say for now. Watching the news. Remind me to blog about Menards (heh heh) and Nick. *wink wink* later.