Teehee...

Shenanigans with Kiki and Bartender are fun.

And no. We aren't drinking.

But tomorrow I am going to see the Goo Goo Dolls!!!


YEAH BABY!

Fat Tuesday, My Ass...

I have been going to the gym for about 4 weeks now. It may not seem like much to you, but in that 4 weeks I have managed to shave 3 minutes off my One Mile time on the elliptical trainer.

I am pleased as can be right now.

Food For Thought...

I don't know if this is going to work.

Here is the video we watched in Environmental Ethics today. It's tragic and graphic, but it makes you think.

Who Are They...

They say that failure is not an option.

See, now I think they lie. I think it's a very real option. A likely option, in fact.

And who are "they"? What the hell do they know?

Cupid's Arrow...

For the first time in my life, I had a very nice Valentines Day. Bartender saw to it. I got flowers (red roses) for the first time in my life. I went to dinner on Valentines for the first time ever.

April and I met up at the NWL and Melly, Kiki, and Kate joined us for a few single girl rantings over cocktails.

I felt really loved last night!

The Proof Is In The Pictures...

I am finally ready to admit that I see a difference in my weight, in pictures. Ladies and gentleman, since the begining of summer I have lost 35 pounds. That's some weight off. I finally see the evidence.

It's only the begining.

Here's March 2006




Here's July 2006
If I can see the differences there...I can't wait to post what I look like now...

Now That's Cool...

I am pretty pumped that The Dixie Chicks won most the major awards on last night's Grammy show.

I always think it's exciting when artists get the credit they deserve for putting out a critically acclaimed album. I personally didn't care for the album, but dug "Not Ready to Make Nice." I am always happy to see country artists get some cred because there is some good stuff out there. Some crap, but some good stuff.

So, good on them. A little bad press worked out in the end for them.

Strange Things...

It's so odd getting text messages from my mother. Today she is currently trying to entice me to come to her house and consume coffee cake.

This the day after she commented on how it loks like I am losing weight. I think her subconscious wants me to give up. That way she feels better about her lack of diet success.

Last week, there was no change in numbers on the scale. I am so ok with that. I ate kind of bad last week, so the gym saved me!

This week will be a new story for me.

Bitter, Cynical, Rant Alert...

I freaking hate Valentine's Day, says the terminally single girl.

I am going to die alone.

*sigh*

The Marvels Of Non-Western Religion...

Turns out I totally get the non-western religions (Buddhism, Hinduism, etc.). I am rocking the hell out of these test lately. It's actually very lucky for me. I need some good scores. I have to get some solid grades this semester to pull my GPA above 2.0 so maybe the good old government will start throwing some cash my way.

I finally got around to picking my research topic for Psychology, and not a moment too soon. The title page and references are due on Thursday. So, before to long here, I am going to be a wealth of knowledge about Seasonal Affective Disorder. I am really excited about that actually, I think t effects alot of people in the area. And I am pretty nervous about writing a paper. It's been MANY years since I have had to write anything. So next week I am off to the libraries of the area to obtain materials for this mystical paper.

I still have not obtained a copy of the book that I am supposed to present for Ethics class on the 22nd. I should probably get on that here quickly.

I am not going to lie, school has me feeling a little bogged down right now. I knew this was going to happen, and now it's all about how I handle the situation. I think some of my "friends" are getting sick of me telling them no. I keeping putting off stuff with them to work on my homework and such. I would think they understand how important this is, but I sense some frustration and that makes me a little sad actually. I hate upsetting people. But that is just the nature of life I imagine.

Back to work my friends, Happy Weekend.

Essay, My Ass...

I am to read and present the essay "Desert Solitaire" by Edward Abbey in 2 weeks in Ethics. I figured I had better get cracking on this.

I goggled it tonight. Turns out it's like a 300 page book.

Essay, my ass!

Not Fucking Fair...

Every school in like a 200 mile radius is closed. Why do I have to go to class? If we were starting to watch "The Inconvenient Truth" today in Ethics, I totally wouldn't go. This -35 shit sucks.

SO...last night, I totally rocked my test, despite all the distractions. I was all excited when I went next door to tell Bartender. I totally get the Hindu people. Well, Bartender insisted on making me a drink as a congratulations. I let him. I stood there and silent observed the drunken shenanigans of 30 HIGH SCHOOL aged kids, and didn't regret my choice to stay home and work on my class work.

Autobiographical...

A sign of changes appeared to me moments ago.

There is a party going on over at the boy's apartment. It's constantly spilling over here. I am being asked to come over every 6 or 7 minutes and I would rather sit here and work on my homework that's never going to get finished because I already made the poor time management choice of going to dinner with Bartender.

Am I getting old? Or just growing up?

Super Sunday...

Go, er um uh, Colts. I guess.

Better To Be Pissed Off Then Pissed On...

What about the option that involves no urine? Where's that option? That the one I want.

So last night, I am tucked safely away in bed snoozing my little heart out. I hear the neighbor let himself in. This is not uncommon, he's usually just looking to borrow something. I thought nothing of it. Until I heard his coat hit the floor, right outside my bedroom floor, shoes get kicked off and a very loud plop down on the couch. Suddenly, he's calling my name. OVER AND OVER AND OVER. Until I finally crawl out of bed to see a drunken Davey sprawled out on the couch. He wanted to talk about this douche bag that he has had this issue with now for a number of years.

Well, Davey tried to make peace last night. As we all know, that never works out well when you are drinking. So he came to me to pour his heart out, as the always do. Well, he promptly passed out...and I shuffled back to bed.

A short time later, I hear quite the commotion from the living room. I call out to make sure he's ok...but suddenly he's in my room. He thought he'd be more comfortable in bed with me. Alright I scoot over, slept with most my friends anyway...

He bumbles about the room, getting situated, knocking shit over, pissing on my floor, taking his pants off etc.

That's right boys and girls. He whipped it out and peed in the corner of my bedroom. Then hopped into bed and passed out again.

I got out of bed after a few minutes of shock and disgust and shuffled next door to sleep on their couch. I couldn't be in the same space with him, I was so furious at him.

Today my apartment has a closed sign on it, and will remain locked at all times for the remainder of the weekend. I don't think in a sober mind, Davey would do such a thing. But, I am still pissed and until I get an apology, none of them are coming in.