My parents still have dial-up!?!?!?

I know sweet blog! It has been too long! But it's not without reason that I haven't been on a computer for a couple of days.

The plan for this week was for Wes, Kyle, Mike and me to pick Jimmy up at the airport at 11:30 Wednesday night, for me to drive home early Thursday morning so that I could enjoy Turkey Day with my family, and for Wes to make the trip north Friday. It sounds simple so of course a million things went wrong:

Wednesday night started off well enough. Wes, Mike, and I hit up the Wine & Spirits to stock up for the evenings adventures. I got Little Boomey Chardonnay (stupid Perkasie W&S only had Shiraz and Chardonnay in Little Boomey) and I figured a white would go better with Turkey Dinner the next day than the red... so even though I don't care for it, I got the Chardonnay. Wes got his espresso vodka and Mike got Yukon Jack.

When we returned to Wes' parents house, the boys insisted upon a game of shooters and ladders... The shortest drinking game I've ever played. Wes' dad was sipping on some of my chardonnay and his mom was standing to the side, disapproving of our (binge) drinking but laughing hysterically at Mikes antics. Kyle showed up to drive our drunk selves to Philly Airport to pick up Jimmy. Mike mixed some of his Yukon and lime juice (a snakebite, I believe) in a soda bottle for the trip (which I did not approve of). We found Jimmy without problem but on the way back... A cigarette butt that I thought I had flicked out of the window had actually come back inside and sat between my hoodie and Kyle's car seat for a period of time before Kyle says "what's burning!?!?" That's when I felt the warm sport on my back and brushed the cigarette away. I, of course, didn't remember this had happened until I went to put that hoodie on yesterday and my brother goes "There are burn holes all over that!!!" and Kyle calls and says "I know what was burning in my car!"

But I'm getting ahead of myself. I had Kyle drop me off at the house so that the boys could go out and play and I could get to sleep in order to wake up and drive home in the morning. I went to sleep at 1:30am... and woke up at 5am to a terribly squeamish stomach and a still-empty bed next to me. After lying there for a few minutes, I decided that this wasn't just a rumbley stomach... this was what Wes and his dad had been suffering from the week before. So I got up to put clothes on and go do my thing downstairs... and as soon as I stand up, my tummy decides it's time to expel everything. Luckily there is a little garbage can in our room so I run over there and start heaving (pleasant, I know). As I'm there, naked and barfing, who should walk in but a very intoxicated Wesley. I yell "GET OUT GET OUT!" and he backs out unaware of what he's walked in to.

As soon as the heaving stops I throw on some clothes and run the trash downstairs and throw it out, clean up the rim of the can, and grab the mop bucket. I made up a home on the living room couch until about 8am at which point I moved downstairs so as to avoid dealing with people and the smells of thanksgiving dinner being cooked. I texted my mum and said I wasn't able to make the drive. I was actually pretty upset that my stupid body decided to get sick that day. I was glad that I didn't have work or school and could just veg out and recover... but I really had wanted to come home for dinner with my family. So I veg and veg... and throw up and throw up... and finally, around 1pm, Wes wakes up and finds a pathetically ill Em curled up on the basement couch (watching a lot of House!!). He brought me ice and popsicles and bought me lemonade and made me lemonade ice cubes (try them! they're delicious!). I was able to swallow everything without immediately bringing it back up... so around 7 that night we decided to get packed up and make the trip to my parents.

I felt fine lying down on the couch but when I got up and began moving I felt super crummy but we managed to get piggie and clothes and guitar packed and began the trip. I had plastic bags just in case and my stomach was a little lurchy but all-in-all it was a pleasant trip and we made it here a little after 11pm. My mum heated us up stuffing and gravy and potatoes and it was the most delicious Thanksgiving dinner I've ever had.

We saw my Mum and sister off as they headed out to Best Buy around midnight to go stand in line. I think they went just so they could say they did it! I would've gone with them but I had only slept four hours in the last 36 and was exhausted. My mum woke me up Friday morning so that we could take my car to get inspected (a cost that was supposed to have been $50 and turned into $85!!!) and then back home for more sleep. Woke up at 1:30pm when the car place called to say my car was ready but didn't get down there until 3pm or so. I left straight from the car place to go have sushi with Steve. We went to Wegman's which has decent, cheap sushi and I discovered that Wegman's sells beer now! LOTS of beer! I didn't buy any but Steve picked up a 24oz can of Foster's for less than $3!

Wes and I vegged out last night and watched the first two Lord of the Rings movies (because he has never seen them!!!) which took up approximately 370 minutes of our evening. In between movies, we made a trip out for coffee and Wesley's weekly lottery ticket. Turns out he won $15 off his $10 ticket! Hey, if you're not gonna win big, you might as well be happy that you've won more than you spent on the ticket!!

I'm bummed it's Saturday already and that we have to go back to Sellers-stupid-ville tomorrow... but today we're going to my aunt Carol's because I haven't seen her house in forever and they've done a lot to it... and to my aunt Trish's who's a little bizarre and really annoying but is a fantastic cook... and then to my dad's club for dinner tonight (taco's and taco salad!). Hopefully I get to do something with my Brittknee today... I can't believe it's Saturday already! Boo :(

OH! As I was brushing my teeth this morning I realized that I was spitting brown spit. So, naturally, I look at my tongue in the mirror and it's brown! My tongue is brown!!! Talk about icky pants. This really freaked me out because I had just seen a House episode in which some guy had bacteria growing on his tongue and it was this big mystery and what-not. So, naturally, I think I'm going to die. I calmly come down the to computer and open google.com, the answer to all of lifes questions, and search "brown film on tongue." Turns out, it was just a chemical reaction to the pepto bismol chewable tablets I had taken last night!!! phew! After my brush with death, I'm ready for some leftover stuffing in a pool of gravy :)

Boredom to the Max

I have an affinity for lists... lists of all sorts and makes and subjects.

This is my new favorite:

10 GIFTS WE DON'T WANT
1) Life Gem - they take your dead pet, make ashes of it, then put it into a gem of sorts. Icky pants!!

2) Fundies: The Underwear Built for Two - for obvious reasons.

3) Coffin Couch - I won't be caught within 50 feet of a hearse for fear that there's a dead body in it. I don't know if this is supposed to be some kind of modern, crazy, designer thing... but it's creepy.

4) Chanel Sandal with Lightbulb Heel - As a shoe, it's atrocious overall.

5) Fish Bowl Bookends - Bookends serve one purpose: to prevent books from falling over. They shouldn't require to be fed and cleaned.

6) Gold Pills - Might make your blood rich (pun intended!!!) but uh... gold can be like whoa toxic when it's inside your body (although it might make your poo pretty).

7) Bootbag - Literally looks like a rubber boot that someone cut handles into. Is this really supposed to be trendy in the slightest?

8) Poo Pourri - Just spray this in the toilet before you release your (gold studded) poo and the person entering the bathroom immediately afterward won't detect the slightest odor to offend their olfactory... in theory.

9) Bestow Wall-Mounted Hand Vase - A ghastly white arm that comes out of the wall and holds flowers. Quaint. And creepy. Obviously belongs on either side of the coffin couch.

10) Ticket to Heaven - What a load of crockery and a quick way to scam someone out of $12.79.

I saw the trailer for Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince today. It gave me chills. Now, all I have to do is wait til JULY to see it... *sigh*

I wanna make sangria to take home for tomorrow... dunno if my mum would appreciate that though... hrm... Here's a list of tasty looking cocktails for this holiday season!!!! Happy Thanksgiving to almost everyone!

Shrimp on treadmills

Ya know... I really could not have asked for a better boy than my Wesley.

He's level-headed, money suave, laid-back, always excited to try new things, 100% loving, a real sweet heart, thoughtful, occasionally romantic (although he won't admit it), and someone I can completely fall back on that will gently tell me when I'm acting like a psycho girlfriend and going overboard with the female crazyness.

All-in-all, a swell partner to experience life with :)

Ode to the miserable WaWa customer

I don't particularly feeling like blogging.

I just got off work and should be either doing homework, reading, sleeping, or fixing compy. I think I'll read and then sleep. In that order.

People were real dicks last night/this morning and it just made me feel really crummy. They all think I'm some kind of sociopath or have a million kids or have no ambition in life. Yeah? Fuck you too old man in the silly hat, ugly man 1, 2, 3 thru 15, fat man 1 and 2, women-who-work-at-the-elderly-home-and-smell-like-piss, Camel Light guy, 3 packs of Newport guy, DelVal security guy (you are not a real police man), and everyone who can't muster up the manners to say goodmorning to someone that has said it to you first. Fuck you. I hope you lose your jobs, your spouses leave you for someone younger and better behaved, your house burns down, your children disown you, the brake-line on your car is cut, your scalding coffee spills onto your genitals, you find a fingernail in your haogie, and your dog chews up every single pair of shoes you own (before your house has burned down). Then you'll have a reason to act like a miserable fuck towards me.

14 hours at the WaWa is a few too many

As soon as I got done typing my blog yesterday and all of Friday evening was streched out before me with endless possibilities for end-of-the-week-shenanigans... WaWa calls me and asks me if I'd be able to come in. To work. More.

I had just left that place at 7:30 and had only slept about 3 hours that day and they called at 3:30pm to see if I could come in. What do I say? Well, YES!

Not that enthusiastically of course.

I was there from 4pm to 10pm and got cheesesteak on my boots (because I went there straight from campus and didn't have sneakers... boo).

Then Wes came at 10pm to gather me and we came home and slept. Oh glorious Friday, what a terrible tease.

...Hopefully South Philadelphia Tap Room tonight... if Wes feels he won't toss it all back up into the toilet...

Oh Friday, you almost had me beat!

So... I worked last night/this morning, went to my 8am, drove home, and fell asleep. And overslept. I woke up at 2:30 and needed to be back on campus by 3:05 for calculus. This raised more than one problem.

1) the drive and walk to class are over half an hour combined
2) I hadn't looked over the test at all so knew I would be unable to ask any intelligent questions about it
3) I hadn't yet typed my EC (which I really need)
4) I still smelled like hoagie

The extra credit essay was what I was most concerned with... I drove like a demon-out-of-hell to get here, ran/clomped to class (not thinking and in my rush to get ready to run out the door I put my heavy-as-hell boots on), and marched into class nearly on-time. Everyone handed their stupid papers in... and, like some sort or mentally retarded, socially inept, general-fuck-up-in-life, I timidly asked, "Can I email you my paper?" and followed it it up with my most pathetic can-you-please-cut-me-a-break smile. She didn't say yes. She didn't say no. She just gave me that look that means she disapproves of my request to save a tree and desire to take up space in her email 'inbox' (which I made sound like I had indeed already written... just had not yet printed).

Whatever... so I drove half an hour to get to class and the fucking thing lasts ten minutes. NO LIE! Which, annoying as it was, gave me an opportunity to run to the nearest computer lab, whip up a paper (sugar coated BS), and email it to her so that she'll hopefully have it before she sits down at her desk to sip her afternoon vodka (her name is Trubnik. It's a bad Russian joke.). So now it's 3:45 and I've attended class, typed my extra credit, emailed it to her (which included a lot of groveling and whining and asking for her understanding in the matter), and now have blogged... all within the past 40 mins!! I'm ready for a nap.

Here is my most delightful extra credit essay for calculus II :

When Will I use Calculus II in my Career

-While I am not positive that I’ll ever need to use calculus in my day-to-day work within the industry, most undergraduate Food Science programs around the country require that their students take calculus II.
-In the past, I have asked my advisor why we were required to take it and the best answer he could come up with was, “Because other food science programs make kids take it.” Basically, he was admitting that he has no idea what’s going on nor why our curriculum is the way it is (which is an entirely different story), but I think I’ve come up with passable reason for this decision.
-A year ago, when I co-oped at Campbell’s Soup Company, located in Camden, NJ, I discovered that nearly everyone that worked there had a master’s degree. Whether is be in food science, business, law, food engineering, etc. Even if you come to Campbells with a mere bachelors degree, they will encourage you and pay you to complete a masters program. Unfortunately for me, I believe that this is going to become the trend within not just the food industry, but all industry’s out in the work force.
-That being said, I believe that calculus I and calculus II are required for Food Science students trying to complete a B.S. merely in order to prepare us for graduate school. It is more or less inevitable that we will be enrolling in some sort of education higher than bachelor’s so taking calculus II now will better prepare us for the more difficult science and math courses that we will encounter at graduate school.

I think it turned out rather well!!

Bad China Food, Bad!

So....

Wesley surprised me with the first season of L.A. Ink on DVD for our anniversary!!! I had completely forgotten it was out!

I decided that I take us out for dinner at The Perk. We had a good time, good food, booze, etc.

Then Wesley threw up our anniversary dinner. He had managed to pick up a foodborne pathogen from the China food he'd had for lunch and it decided that it didn't want any food in his system. So he was up all night, I was up on and off. Luckily I didn't work last night and have no classes today so I'm able to cater to my sick little man (boys are sooooo pathetic when they're sick!!!).

I made him red Jell-O so that his vomit would be pretty colors.

I have a lecture to go to this evening at school that I have to write a paper for. Wes and Matt and Andrew have tickets to go see The Eagles of Death Metal tonight... but I dunno if he's gonna make it. Poor kid :(

OH! And I got my computer working... but... CAN'T REMEMBER MY USER LOG-ON!!! I never set any passwords on my computer because I knew that I would never remember them... and now my computer is asking for this password and that password... UGH!!! Any Fixes????

Friday?!?!?!?!?!?

Did well on micro... not so sure about physics... haven't dared look at calculus. Triple ugh!

So now that that disaster is mostly over, I feel like it's Friday! We have no more legit calc classes, are almost done with speeches in speech, and only have one more test in Physics. I feel like it's the end of the semester! HOT DAMN!!!

Which means back to 3rds full-time for a month or so... of which I'll have saved no money by the end of break because of the trips home and Christmas presents. I often wonder if I'm being hypocritical in engaging in Christmas traditions as an atheist... but then I remember just that: Christmas traditions. With all the decorations and maxing out of credit cards and face-stuffing, I think very few people actually really think about why Christmas was instated and what it was originally meant to 'celebrate.' I like to spoil my friends and family and Christmas is just a manner in which to get it all out of the way at once (with the exception of Birthdays, of course!). Besides, who can help but feel happy and generous with so many smiling Santa's, elves, and snowmen everywhere? I think I will choose not to feel back-ass-ward in celebrating the traditions, and not the 'reasons,' of Christmas. Maybe someday, when I'm old and bitter and miserable, I'll decide not to partake... but I'm going to enjoy it while I can.

Today is Wes and I's two year anniversary. Two years! And we still like/tolerate/put up with each other! I find it worth mentioning, at least. I'm not sure what plans for the evening are as of yet but we are planning on going to The South Philadelphia Tap Room on Saturday and using my $50 gift certificate. What? Cop-out, you say? I beg to differ! I am a firm believer that when any one goes to a restaurant, fun increases exponentially with the amount of money that he/she spends especially when that money isn't yours. I doubt we'd have spent $50 of our own money going out because we are (generally) practical people when it comes to our money. And while we can have a good time going out for $20, spending $50 of some one elses money is a rare treat!!!

Junkie!!!!

Micro test Wednesday
Physics test Wednesday
Take home portion of Calculus test Wednesday
How/why does this always happen?

We were discussing free will and determinism today in Philosophy... to me, it seems ridiculously absurd that anyone should actually believe that his or her life is completely predetermined and no matter what they do, they don't do it by free will. Really? So... each one of my thoughts, emotions, heartbeats is predetermined? Someone is putting these thoughts and emotions into my head for me? They calculated in those 15 minutes of micro in which I completely zoned out? I highly doubt it. But, if that is the case and we are all programmed to think, feel, and act the way we do without any control over it... then somebody/something has a lot of spare time to mess around with. There's no way.

I honestly believe that people are born evil. Yup! I said it! The only reason that the general population believes that we are all born good and end up corrupted is because no one wants to be labeled an 'evil' person. But think about... if people are born evil, why doesn't the vast majority commit evil acts? Let's look at the trifecta: Murder, theft, and adultery. Say person X commits and one of these three frowned upon scenarios. When (not if) that person is caught or discovered, they get into trouble. And what happens when you get into trouble regarding those three acts? You get arrested. Spend time in jail until they figure out who's charging you with what. Pay a bail. Go in and out, in and out of court for weeks, maybe months. Get either sentenced to jail or fined out the ass (I understand that you don't get arrested for adultery, but chances are you'll still spend a lot of time in [divorce] court and will be extremely broke afterwards). So basically, getting 'in to trouble' takes up two of peoples most prized resources: their time and their money. The short of it - it's inconvenient for people to get into trouble.

Even as children, we were taught that getting into trouble meant we didn't get allowance, didn't get ice cream, had to do chores... thus taking up our time and money.

I could go on... but I don't have the patience to sit here and type my fingers to the bone... perhaps I'll revisit this on another day.

On a lighter note, I just got an email from e.l.f. about a sale they're having. If you buy bag A you get five free things to put into it, for bag B you get three, and for bag C you get one. I'm enticed! I love e.l.f. because their make-up is cheap in price but performs extremely well (I can't live without my eyebrow gel and clear mascara!!!!). There products are anywhere from $1 to $3 and they don't rape you with shipping charges. ...Maybe I'll get my sister (and myself) a bag filled with goodies for her birthday... I am, after all, a make-up junkie :)

Can't wait to leave this place

Work Friday night was pretty terrible... as to be expected.

Quite a few adults lost all dignity and came in acting like wasted 15 year olds. These were people in their 40's, maybe even 50's, that were acting like they'd never drank before. I understand that sometimes people just wanna go out with friends, however old you or they may be, and have a 'good time,' but you are adult, after all. Act it.

While I was working, Wes went out with Sean. I have complete trust and faith in Wesley but I do not like the fact that he was out drinking with Sean because I don't trust him. He habitually cheats on his girlfriend of over a year and has no sense of anyone but himself. Oh my way home from work on Saturday morning, I noticed a few pumpkins smashed in the street a couple houses down from Wes' parents house. I asked Wes if he did it, and he said, "ME!? NO! It was Sean!" Duh. I should've known. I can imagine two little kids waking up Saturday morning to the guts of their beloved pumpkins strewn all over the road in front of their house. I also think very little of Sean because he drinks to throw up. If he doesn't black out and wake up in a puddle of his own puke, it wasn't a 'good' night. Ugh. What a disgusting, conniving, idiotic example of a human. He makes me throw up in my mouth.

Last night was a blast though! We got into Philly around... 6:30ish or so. It turns out, Sam lives in a house that we've walked by dozens of times on our way to the 7-11 from Jeff's old apartment. In fact, she lives two or three house away from said 7-11!!! The house is scary as hell and she (of course) lives on the third floor which requires an adventure up three very narrow, very creaky flights of stairs.

We went to dinner at the Bubble House! Since it was still early for a Saturday, there was no wait and the place was hardly busy. I got the dumpling sampler, miso soup, and a glass of MacMurry Pinot Noir (yum!). Sam got some sort of green, toxic-looking cocktail that she said was mediocre. The boys drank Magic Hat #9. We sauntered out around 8:30 to head back up the street to the apartment. The boys went and got a case of LionsHead (ick) and Sam and I dove into my bottle of Cuvee Blush (left over from Thursday). We decided on Mad Mex for their monstrous margarita's and food specials. so at 10pm, we headed out. I got a Mango Martini: 22oz for $7!!!!! That's a lot of booze for a little buck!!! We held off on ordering food until 11 because then all apps were 1/2 price (and yes, my 22oz's of deliciousness lasted that long). Along with our chips and various dips, Sam and I ordered a carafe of the red sangria. I'm still relatively new to the sangria thing, but the spiciness of the salsa and the saltiness of the chips helped cut down on its sweetness. For their second round, Wes and Matt ordered vanilla porters... and that was the end of Matt. The chewable beer was too much for the svelte fella. Anywho, it was a great place with tons of personality and a great atmosphere. We ended up sticking around until after midnight and then headed back to the apartment for a few more drinks then bed.

This morning we did breakfast at the Philly Diner and then hit up the Art Museum.

It pained me to have to come back to this house in stupid Sellersville. Ugh.

A Crum Sort of Day

I know it's Friday... and that it's usually exciting when it's Friday... But:

1. It's dreary and dark and moist outside
2. Since I didn't work Wednesday, I work tonight. Brilliant.
3. I keep procrastinating on my work... even though I should know better.

At least I have Drexel to look forward to tomorrow and brewing to look forward to on Sunday.

Today I discovered that my unknown, which was just refered to as Unknown 6 for the past six weeks, may be Bacillus larvae. I guess it causes American foulbrood in honey bees and the spores are often found in honey (the exact reason you do not give honey to children younger than twelve months!!!). While that is mildly exciting... I was hoping for some Clostridium botulinum or Escheria Coli O157:H7 or Listeria monocytogenes. But... I got American foulbrood. Figures.

Maybe I'll abondon all attempts at doing work today and just go spend money at the Book Store on Christmas present and then have lunch by myself in the Pub while reading Brisingr. That sounds much more appealing that sitting in front of the computer.

AH!!! *angry face*

We were supposed to go out with Sean last night... but after some choice physical activity... we fell asleep and didn't wake up til after 1am. Oops :/

Needless to say, we didn't make it out for a drink but my night off was still pleasant. Got a good way through my new book, Brisingr by Christopher Paolini (the third [but not last!!!!] in the Inheritance Cycle). It was originally the Inheritance Trilogy but apparently he didn't get it all out in three books so they're gonna keep on coming! I love this author. He was 15 when he wrote his first draft of Eragon, revised it a year later and published a year after that. Brilliant! Makes me wanna get more dragon tattoo's *smiles sheepishly*

I intended to get a lot done today... but I'm really enjoying a day with the house to myself and not being exhausted from work. For some reason though, I have The View on in the background... quite possibley the worst TV host show ever. Ever. Worst demonstration of woman-power in history.

Zach is acting his typical little bitch self this week... towards me. In calculus on monday this conversation took place:

Zach: (to Jamie and I) I don't get this... (to teacher) Can you explain that again?
Teacher: *gab gab gab* I make no sense *gab gab gab*
Jamie: (to teacher) So... we can just multiply them and they're the same? dxdy is the same as dydx?
Teacher: *gab gab gab* I make no sense *gab gab gab*
Me: OH! I get it! (to Zach and Jamie) *explains*
Jamie and Zach: Ooooooooooooh, ok.
Me: See! It's easy!

Apperantly when I said, See! It's easy!, I offened Zach to the n'th degree. So I'm unaware that I've done anything even remotely offensive because Jamie isn't upset about the comment and I obviously meant nothing by it. I didn't find out that Zach was being a priss until Wednesday morning in Micro and I said something to him and he turns around and feeds me,

Zach: No, but I was offended when you called me stupid the other day!
Me: What are you talking about? *with the WTF face*
Zach: In calculus, you called me stupid!
Me: Ummm... no... I didn't? When did I say that?

So obviously there is nothing going on in Zach's life so he feels me saying, "see, it's easy" is worth getting upset about and stewing over and creating a fight about. Whatever. Get your fucking 12-year old girl drama out of my fucking life. He told Lynette the 'atrocity' I committed against him and ended with, "She didn't even know she offended me," and Lynette, a voice of reason, said, "then forget about it!!!!"

After this post, I'm through being concerned about it. If you wanna act like a little prissy fucking bitch who can do no wrong and whom everyone should bow before and accept unquestiongly, then more power to you. You're a self pitying, whining, pathetic faggot and I'm tired of it. I have better things to concern myself with.

On a lighter note:
I've been thoroughly disappointed with the persuasive speeches that have been delivered in speech. None of them are... controversial. There was one, I believe, in which a girl argued against the death penalty... but the rest are like "Join Scouts!," "Eat Banana's!," "Don't Hunt Wolves from Helicopters!" I think I'm going to do mine on Atheism although I'm not sure from what direction just yet. Probably something retarded like, "Atheist's are 'Good' People too," and discuss some of the misconceptions surrounding atheists and their beliefs... or lack there of. Or maybe I'll really get some people worked up with "ATHEISM IS THE PATH TO SANITY AND RATIONALITY!"

Quick thoughts

I don't feel like blerging today... or yesterday... or the day before yesterday...

Wes and I's portraits still took place even though it was crummy outsite on Saturday. Our friend Sam is working on her senior thesis for photography from Drexel. She's photographing couples. It was a lot of fun!!!

After pictures, we proceded to eat dinner and then drink vast amounts of wine and beer.

Got a 100% on my physics test! Still two more tests this semester... would like to do very well on them as well.

There are only three and half weeks of class left, with a half a week of vaca for Turkey Day... then a week of finals. All my finals are either Thursday, Friday, or Saturday (Calc II... 8am... UGH!).

Going tonight to look at the camera I think I want for Christmas. I've only read reviews about it online (all good) so I'm gonna go for some hands-on tonight. It's a Nikon D60... a dSLR camera!!!!!

Annnnd going out to celebrate Sean's 21st birthday tomorrow at midnight. How ironic that almost as soon as he moves back in with his mother he turns 21. I think he planned it that way... This will be the first time in a long time we've hung out with Sean even though he's only ever lived 5 minutes away. His apartment was seriously gross and he was always working. That's what I'll attribute our time apart to.

Beer and Cheese

I considered my week to be over Wednesday afternoon after my much dreaded (but pleasantly easy!!!!) physics test. I had work and the rest of my classes for the week, sure, but as far as homework or tests or quizes or papers were concerned, my week was finished then.

I'm glad it's finally Friday so that I can celebrate Friday!

Senior portrait today and another $15 the school is getting from me! I was going back forth between either coming to my 8am, driving back to the house, getting ready there and then driving back to campus or just getting up early, showering, and bringing everything I needed to get ready for my picture. In the spirit of not wanting to waste an hour of my day and another gallon of gas, I decided to bring my face-wash, lotion, powder, and assortment of eye make-up with me. My picture isn't until 2:30 so I have plenty of time to do a little bit of work and dick around on the internet before getting ready.

Tomorrow Wes and I are getting our pictures taken for a project of a friend of ours. I'm not sure if it's a couple-thing or an abstract thing or how it's going to go... but I'm excited. It's not that I'm vain, I just like having my picture taken!!!!

I know it's still early to be thinking about Christmas but the 2 liter Coke bottles at work already have Santa Clause on them... So I can't but begin to wonder what I want to get people for Christmas. I found some really unique (but not ugly) necklaces in the vintage store at Doylestown Underground a couple of weeks ago and think they would make fantastic presents for my mum and sister. Unfortunately, my sister's birthday is two weeks before Christmas so I have to do her bday shopping too. I'm thinking maybe a vest or something from Old Navy (50% off for card holders!!!!!). My brother says he wants money. Pft. Lame. I never know what to get my dad. Probably a book. I'm going to get Wes a tattoo gun so that he can start tattooing me (WAHAHAHAHAHAHA) and we'll probably get the default gift card to the Washington House for his parents. Not sure what to get Andrea... maybe some wine glasses if she hasn't already gotten some. I know she had said to me before that she was getting into wine but had nothing to drink it out of (because it just doesn't taste as good from a regular glass).

Wes and I are making two or three batches of beer to give out too I think. A winter warmer and something else... I forget. Making beer for gifts kills two birds with one stone though: I'm doing a presentation for my honors class on beer making and taking in some samples!!! I wanted to try to do some home-made cheese to go along with our beer gifts, but I don't know if that's going to get done or not. Bummer :(

It makes me sad that this year Wes and I won't have our own tree with our presents under it. I miss having our own place...

Since I'll be home for Thanksgiving, maybe my mum, sister, and I will venture out early on Black Friday. Super fun!

The sound of one-hand clapping

I've decided to become a Zen Buddhist. They believe in nature and self and enlightenment. Not fairy tales of men in the sky, spying on everyone and interfering with life when bored. I like it!

I had an epiphany yesterday!!
Yesterday was our third physics test. I've done really poorly on the first two (I hate seeing C's) so the pressure is really on to begin doing well (even though I should began 3 months ago!). So I studied, studied, studied... as I've done for the past two.

The epiphany happened during the test. I finished it and walked up to hand it in. "I'm worried..." I said the professor. "WHY!?" he practically yells. "Because I knew how to do everything!!!!" I yell back! That feeling is terrible... you feel that since you think you know what you're doing, you're doing it wrong... Hopefully that's not the case and something finally has just clicked and I'll become a world-reknowned phycisist and create annoying equations and physics scenario's of my own for poor college students to sweat over. That would be brilliant!!!

Some guy at work last night engaged me in conversation which is not unusual. What was unusual was that after he got done asking me about my boat and my car and what not, this question comes out of his mouth:

Desparate Guy: Working third shift must really cut into your social life
Me: Sometimes, it's not too bad though
DG: You have any kids?
Me (slightly confused at where this is going): What? Me? NO!
DG: You have a boyfriend?
Me: YES!
DG: You do? Then why are you working?
Me: For money?
DG: Yeah, I suppose. So you're not into that whole house-wife thing?
Me: HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!! no.

Basically, what I got from this conversation was that this guy goes around and hassles any female that works third shift (like him). He assumes that since they're working third shift they have 3 kids and no man. He was genuinely thrown when he discovered that I had a boyfriend and was working. I can't make my own money? Bizzare.

While grocery shopping for my weekly family-dinner-concoction last night (Shepards Pie with pork), I really missed living in Gwyned. One of my fondest memories (for real) about living there was Wes and I's weekly grocery store expeditions. I don't know why... It just made me feel all warm and fuzzy, adventurous, and loved.

I have a love/hate relationship with infomercials. I'm really tired so it's more of a hate relationship right now.

Senior picture tomorrow!! I think I'm gonna go curly!

Election '08

It's 2008.

It appalls me the amount of 'anti gay-marriage' propositions people are 'voting' on today.

Of course I'm keeping an eye on the election, but the bottom of the screen just keeps scrolling state after state after state that are voting to BAN gay-marriage.

IT'S FUCKING 2008!!!

I can't wrap my mind around the fact that gay-marriage is even a concern. I don't care if it's "against your religion!" Find a new fucking god if that your biggest basis for support!

Making it illegal for gays and homosexuals to get married is meddlesome and unnecessary. It is discriminatory and ignorant. I just wanna grab anyone by the shoulders that thinks that by banning gay marriage they're making the US a better place, shake the fuck out of them, and yell "MIND YOUR OWN FUCKING BUSINESS!"

I can't express in words how distraught I am that gay-marriage, women's right (pro choice), and stem cell research are even topics of debate. It's 2008!!!! Get with the picture!

Yes to allow gays to marry!
Yes to allow a woman to the right to her body!
Yes to stem cell research!

Fucking heathen, white trash, prude, Bible fucking, egotistical fucking maniacs. AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

...and that's why I voted Obama. *Crackers for Obama* read one of my customers shirts! Brilliant!

A Milestone!

Today, ladies and gentleman, I registered for classes for the last time as an undergraduate!!!!!

I think my Mum had been more excited than I was leading up to this point but now that I look at my 'program evaluation' and see "remaing credits: 2" (taking into consider a class is still on my evalaution that I don't have to take and the fact that I haven't gotten my employment program credits, 4, nor my cultural enrichment credits, 2) I'm on the verge of peeing my pants (with excitement, of course)!!!!

Next semester should be a breeze with a mere 16 credits. And, if I'm feeling particularly bumish, I might even drop a class and have a pathetic 13 credits!!! Now I'm squirming with excitement. It almost makes this semester feel less overbearing (even though this is the worst I've done throughout my entire schooling career) and I think I can see the light at the end of the tunnel...

Now, if only there were any jobs out there in the work-force!!!!

November? Really?

darn... I came downstairs to sit on the computer for 5 mins and it's too late... ugh. Now I have to sit down here for a couple hours before it's safe to go upstairs... (exaggeration).

Work was blech. I worked with Shawn which I was initially excited about... but he's such a strange guy. He'll tell you something completely ridiculous and think it's funny but if you say something ridiculous, he takes it too literally and makes a big production of nothing.

Case and point:
ME: Shawn, I wanna drink his (teeny magazine heart throb boy) bathwater!
SHAWN: Oh! Ew! UGH! That makes me wants to vomit! That's disturbing!

... But you'll go for three days an not shower? That's not disturbing?

On the plus, I get an hour of OT because of the clocks turning back at 2 this morning (it was painful to relive the 1am-2am period of time). Oh, and a guy came in last night dressed as The Joker in the nurses uniform. It worries me how good he looked wearing a tiny dress. I think he was just a swell looking fella... under all that running make-up.

Parlez-vous anglais?

Parce-que je parle francias seulement un peu!!!

(not sure if my placememnt of 'seulement' is correct...)

Drank a bottle and a half of wine last night while watching Tim Burtons The Nightmare Before Christmas and The Corpse Bride (because Sideways and Bridget Jones: The Edge of Reason have dissappeared *angry face*), texted everyone in my contact list, and tried to stay up as late as possible. Everyone was busy partying so texting was fruitless and I only made it to 1:30 before I got bored of being the only person I had to hang out with.

I think I might do my persuasive speech on languages and how American's should take some time out of their extremely imporant lives to learn a second language, even if only it's just the basics.

Bonjour!
Comment t'appelle-tu?
Donnez-moi une bouteille de vin rouge, s'il vous plait!!
Où est...?
Je ne comprend pas!
Je suis très fatigue...
C'est combien?
A quelle heure?
C'est la vie!
Le poulet s'il vous plait!

That's all you really need to know... for realz. Très oui!

I wanna get married. Another couple Wes and I know who've been together for six or more years, married for three of those years, have ended it... we think. Where as the heaviest guy on earth just got married.

I hate everyone.

I'm going to go finish my wine and do my calculus. A winning combination.