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Monday, March 28, 2005
The Trip
I'm making the long drive to KC tomorrow for Spring Break.
Yeah, I'm pretty wild and crazy.
3/28/2005 11:22:00 PM link
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Sunday, March 27, 2005
The Pizza
I just want a pizza for dinner. That's not too much to ask is it?
I often whine about the fact that I'm blocks away from every Pizza Hut delivery zone. So I have to go and pick up my pizzas from a place about 15 minutes away. (Yes, there are other pizza places close. Yes, they will deliver. No, I do not like them as much as Pizza Hut.)
I go. I pick up my pizza and breadsticks. I eat a breadstick in the car. It's a long drive. I get home and turn on Friends, because I'm in a pleasant mood and want to laugh. I eat my breadsticks, enjoying the gentle comedy. Then I open the pizza box. All hell breaks loose.
I gape. Is it my pepperoni lover's pizza? No. It's one of those new godforsaken triple pepperoni monstrosities. Yes, I've tried it. No, it is not good. I want the pizza I ordered. The pizza I was all ready for.
I pause Friends and hit the phone. I call and tell them the mistake and tell them the correct order. I get back in the car with the bad bad pizza. I almost want to throw it out the window, because I'm not pleased that it's even in my car.
I arrive at Pizza Hut and find no new pizza waiting. The dude at the counter who feels the need to have hair like Snoop Dogg even though he is about 4 foot 11 tells me that I must have ordered incorrectly.
I do not agree with this. Especially since I ordered online and simply clicked "repeat last order". He tells me that it will take 20 minutes for a new pizza. I refuse. I want my money back. I want to leave this place. I want my pizza. I want to go home. I want all of these things, and none of them at the same time.
I have some other places to go. Places that do not give me good news. Which darkened my mood even more. Even Subway does not give me the relief that I need, because they decide to be closed for Easter. Every worker there is from India. (We've asked them.) Do they celebrate Easter?
I cross the street to McDonalds. I just want some food. I wait for twenty minutes, all the while a small Spanish child is running around with no shoes on standing just behind people in line because she wants something. If her parents hadn't been standing there, clearly apathetic about the barefootedness in McDonalds (and ew.) I might have grabbed her by her far too curly hair and dragged her back to her booth to force her to don the aforementioned shoes. But there they stood, smiling. Ew.
I go home. I try to eat my Big and Tasty. It is neither of these things. I throw away half of it. Ditto with the fries. I put my McFlurry in the freezer after three bites.
Clearly, all I needed for dinner was vodka.
3/27/2005 10:27:00 PM link
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Friday, March 25, 2005
The Brush with Death
True, it wasn't that bad. But I did not feel good for two days. And I skipped my classes yesterday. One of which had a midterm.
Lest you get all riled up, I've already scheduled my re-take, and it's no big deal. It was an open book test anyway.
Saturday class tomorrow. Boo.
3/25/2005 11:45:00 AM link
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Wednesday, March 23, 2005
The Midterm: Part II
Not take home. But the professor brought cookies. And maybe I didn't do that bad.
God love the curve.
3/23/2005 11:32:00 AM link
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Tuesday, March 22, 2005
The Midterm
If this test isn't take home, I'm screwed.
3/22/2005 04:09:00 PM link
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Monday, March 21, 2005
The Hair
Yes, it's been an angst-y last few days, but am I pulling out my hair because of that, or is it because it's just so darn fun to play with?
3/21/2005 12:19:00 AM link
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Monday, March 14, 2005
The Letdown
I tried to post last week after the successful voting session and the inclusion of Mario in the top 12 (along with all my other favorite, but sadly also including creepy, creepy Scott), but Blogger refused to let me.
Apparently, Blogger knew something was up, because Mario dropped out of the competition today, leaving room for Nikko. Eh. He was all right, but nowhere near as good as Mario. I've received no less than three phone calls today about the demise of Mario. It's a sad day for all of us. Except for those losers that didn't like him.
On a semi-related note, our TiVo went out last week, so we missed half of Survivor, all of my Friday shows (Medical Investigation and Numbers) and Town Haul on Saturday. I had also planned to record the new Uncle Jesse show, Jake in Progress. I had the one satellite all programmed, but the receiver decided it really wanted to record on the satellite that wasn't plugged in. So nothing recorded. Jerks.
But we're ok now. Just when it was about to get hairy, the repairman showed up and made things rights. We'll be able to record both 24 and Vegas tonight, worry not.
3/14/2005 05:29:00 PM link
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Monday, March 07, 2005
The Votes
I'll admit that I'm very nearly obsessed with American Idol. (Well, and Survivor too, but that's a given.) I'm only home to watch the Monday night shows though, so tonight was the last time for me to show my support and vote. My usual votes are for Mario, Bo and Anwar. I had a really hard time getting through for Bo and Anwar, but for some reason, no one appeared to be voting for Mario.
Come on people! Mario rules! Don't waste your votes on those other people (like creepy creepy Scott, who LIJ insists on voting for, even though he has sucked royally for the last three weeks...he's so Jasmine from last season...but I digress.)
The point is, y'all need to get to your phones and vote for Mario by calling 1-866-436-5706. Come on. He needs us. And if he goes home, I'm holding you personally responsible.
3/07/2005 08:55:00 PM link
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Wednesday, March 02, 2005
The Hits
I saw a show a few weeks ago that prominently featured a hit song by Air Supply. Ever since then, it's been going through my head. And when I brought it up to some friends, we remembered another Air Supply song.
Luckily, the ex, prepared as ever, comes equipped with an Air Supply Greatest Hits CD. Which I have been listening to for the last 24 hours.
Here's the scary thing. I know 8/9 of the songs on the CD. Who knew that Air Supply had permeated my consciousness so?
Make fun all you want...when you get down to it, those are some great songs.
Making Love Out of Nothing At All, in particular, is good times. It also brings to mind that Bonnie Tyler song Total Eclipse of the Heart. (Well, actually every Bonnie Tyler song. They all have the piano and the very strange choir of backup singers including Rory Dodd, who guests on AS's song too.)
So it prompted me to look up Bonnie Tyler, just to see. Yes. She's still around and still singing. But get this: she's singing in other languages now. And she's singing her old songs. Her newest hit is Si Demain (Turn Around). Luckily, I know a little French (Hi Madame!), and was able to translate it to be...yes...Total Eclipse. She has another one called Si Tout S'arręte, which some may see is actually It's a Heartache.
Oh Bonnie. I'm half tempted to pay for the import version, just to see. Her voice was sounding pretty tired when I listened to her in the 80s. And man, those songs were inappropriate for a kid my age to be listening to.
But I digress. The point is...I'm listening to Air Supply, and I'm not ashamed. So there.
3/02/2005 12:16:00 PM link
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Tuesday, March 01, 2005
The Ankles
Can anyone tell me why all men in fashion magazines feel the need to not wear socks? With anything? Including suits? We're not all strolling around on the French Riveria. I don't want to see wingtips without socks;, that just makes no sense. You're at work. Put your feet up on your fancy desk all you want, but make sure you're fully clothed. That means socks.
And why are you wearing a suit at a pool party? No one else is wearing that much clothing, especially the woman lounging at your feet. She does not care about your double breasted blazer/strappy sandal combo. If anything, she's wondering if she can score the same sandals in the WOMEN'S section of Payless. Because that's what they look like.
I hope to god I never meet anyone who dresses like this, or I will have to start a rumble.
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