Happy Daylights Saving Time!!!

Whoa, I forgot how much I like Halloween in Madison. It is just so much fun. From the annoying drunks on the street to waiting up all night for visitors that never come. Yeah, going home at 11:30 is ideal though, it helps me to miss out on the riots on state street, that occurred once again this year. Way to go Madison, you make me proud. Oh, but wait, it is those darn out-of-towners right? Those who come in by the hundreds just to make some ruckus and be part of history. Seriously though, what is the fun? Not finding parking? Getting sprayed with pepper spray? Or getting molested/harassed by a drunken passerby? Can you tell how happy I am?

Oh and if you are ever really happy with someone at the bars, just spill beer all over them and say, "Whoops, I spilled my beer." Then run out before the bastard has a chance of hitting you, because he will.

Why do the good die young?

It just doesn't seem fair that a life can end at 21 years (or younger). Who would take a life before it even got a chance to get started? RIP JP

Three new posts in a row!!!

Right now there is a girl in the computer lab talking loudly on her cellphone. It is annoying.
I have found that I am becoming more of a nerd than I already am. My comparative literature class is about Comics, specifically about history in narrative form. I went into this thinking it would be boring and easy. Granted the reading can be done much faster than a novel, but it is by no means easy or boring. I am finding it difficult to interpret the words with the images and finding out the significance. Normally if people find things to be difficult, they do not like the subject. However, I am becoming fascinated by these books. I am actually ordering the sequels online to read in my spare time. Yes, I am becoming a true nerd.

I am good at stuff

After my lecture today I was making my way to the library to finish my midterm exam for my next class. The way I was taking was on an incline (and I have weak ankles) so I tripped over my own feet and landed on my ass. Luckily for me this was right in between class periods, so I was surrounded by people. I even stayed on the ground for a few seconds out of embarrassment. Once I got up the guy behind me asked me if I was ok. I got up and said yes and walked away quickly. If I saw this happen, I am not going to lie, I would be laughing. Granted it would be a muffled laugh because I would try to hide it. I did not hear anyone laughing but I knew they were on the inside. I should get ankle supports so I do not do this crap any more.

Ashlee Simpson is good at stuff, and Jude Law is pretty

I watched a little big of Saturday Night Live this past weekend. Jude Law was the host. His monologue was probably the funniest contribution he made to the show, besides his Nicky Hilton impersonation. In his monologue, he sang a song about he is the most beautiful man in the world. Not really funny, because he is and this should be taken seriously.
But anyway, the funniest thing that happened on the show, actually occurred when I apparently was not watching. This is what I read about it later: Ashlee Simpson, the musical guest, was preparing for her second performance when music AND VOCALS that were pre-recorded, starting playing the song she sang for her first performance. She was lip synching. Out of embarrassment, she did a weird dance and walked off the stage, while the band continued to play the song. At the end of the show when it was time to say goodbye, she blamed her band for playing the wrong song. What a whore. Maybe you should have thought about singing yourself, or maybe you suck live, Ashlee...hmmm yeah I am thinking that is it. I thought it was weird that her first performance sounded exactly like the song on the radio, no indication that she was singing live.

Nelly and Tim McGraw??? Shania Twain and Mark McGrath???

I don't know if the spelling is right for the names, because frankly I don't really care for any of those artists. Anyway, apparently these pairings have made singles/songs together. I don't know if Nelly wants to soften his image or if Tim McGraw is trying to hit the pop circuit. I don't even really know if they truly worked together or if Nelly sampled a song from Tim McGraw. It just seems wrong on many levels. However there might be a trend in the Big Brother Media, to push country into the masses. "Hey look at how cool country is...Nelly and that guy from Sugar Ray are working with country's top artist...Country must be super cool. You will love country now, just like you learned to love Britney Spears." If this is true, they failed in one area. Mark McGrath is no longer cool in the music industry. A word of advice: if you are trying to get country to be cool, don't use him.

"Uhh -- I hear there's rumors on the, uhh, Internets that we're gonna have a -- draft. We're not going to have a draft. Period."

Like you need any help on who said that quote (if you do it was George W. Bush during one of the presidential campaigns). I am going to get just a tad political here. Excuse me it does not happen often.

Republicans are fanatically in love with:
1. Their money
2. Jesus
3. Their guns

I was reading this article for my Women's Studies and it described Rush Limbaugh as a red, white and blue conservative (red necked, white skinned and blue collared). Very clever.

Who let the crazies out?

I am really disappointed in the lack of blogging. Remember that time I blogged daily? Good times. I have nothing good to say because my life is boring.

When I was out and about with Rianna and Perry on Sunday afternoon, I believe that there was something bizarre happening on State Street and the Union. It must of have been a field trip day for some mental institute. I do not mean to insult anyone with any mental diseases but just listen to the weirdness. First there was a guy that was shouting at people sitting down as he passed them. This of course was done in between the conversation with himself. Next there was a bald woman with a flannel shirt and (what seemed at first to be) pantless. We found out later she was not pantless, she was just wearing shorts that were shorter than her underwear. Then there were people that were marching around in the rathskeller wearing masks, for no apparent reason at all. Yes, it was a weird ass day.

The Fastest Contact Put-er In-er for the First Time in the Midwest

I finally got contact lenses, which many people told me that I shouldn't because I look better with glasses on my face. It is almost as if they are telling me to mask my ugliness with glasses. Whatever man, now I don't have to worry about the embarrassment of hitting my own glasses off of my face. Anyway the doctor told me that I put my contact in very quickly, probably the fastest she has ever seen. I was in and out of there in less than 30 minutes. I was born to wear contacts.

One more thing...I always feel bad because there are many multi-racial people that talk about hating to hear "What are you?" I sympathize...Really I do. But does it make me a bad person to actually like it when people say it to me (of course when they mean it race-wise). I am never asked because people just automatically assume that I am only white. I like it when people can tell that I am something besides just white. I know it doesn't make sense. I barely understand it.

I want my two dollars!!!(ok so it was really five)

Do you ever look at bad things that happened to you in the past, that you forgot about, and just rethinking about them make you upset all over again? So, out of the blue, for no reason at all, I remembered this story from when I was a kid:

It was second grade around Christmas time. Every school my school set up this little "store" where you could buy really cheap things for your family. If memory serves me correctly, my mom gave me five dollars to spend. I kept it in a wallet in my backpack in the coat room. When it was time to go to the store, I found that I only have a wallet full of pennies!!! Someone had stolen my money. I reported this to the teacher, but it was too late. I still bought stuff but it was not high quality stuff (like I could really buy high quality stuff at this place but you get the idea). My teacher found out later who it was and we all had a meeting together where the girl apologized but was not really punished.

MAN!!! That still pisses me off. Maybe it was karma giving me an advanced payment for making that boy cry in fourth grade...hmmm.

I wonder if my mom even remembers this story, or if I told her. Memories are so blurry.

BOO-YAH!!!!!!

The debate would have been so much cooler if there were straight out disses. Like President Bush would say something about invading Iraq to fight the war on terrorism. Kerry's rebuttal would be, "Dude, we are totally fighting the wrong dudes. Like we should be focusing our battle on Afghanistan, Iran or North Korea. All which totally do have weapons of mass destruction. OOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHH.......You have just been served!!!!!! SNAP!!!" This would make the debate much more fun to watch. What would be even more great is if Kerry would say, "Bring it on!" and Bush would reply, "It has already been brought-en" ala Not Another Teen Movie. (I did steal this idea from my sister).

I was making posters with my fellow Wunk Sheekers for our Anti-Columbus Day demonstration coming up. Lina made a poster with the phrase "Help, Help! I'm being oppressed" with a little stick figure running. I will reward the person that can guess what movie that came from.

Man!!! No one gives any love to the breasts anymore.

Gosh!!! Back in the day I would have all kinds of people complimenting the breasts. Like they were a work of art. They passed the pencil test. Lesbians...Straight fratty men...It did not matter who it was...They would tell me how nice they were. I never was fond of them. Nowadays, there is no love. Maybe they don't pass the test. I haven't tried since sophomore year. They don't look any different.

As I was cuddling with my body pillow boyfriend, Diego...

The only men I need in my life are my body pillow, Diego, and the blow up doll, Peter Pecker. My sister and I bought Peter as a present for a friend, who gave it back after she moved to Seattle for grad school. She said something about it being creepy to have the doll in her apartment (with her living by herself). She thought it is funnier if there is an apartment full of girls. Don't get me wrong, nothing kinky happens between myself and Diego and/or Peter. I just cuddle. In fact Peter is a communal cuddler for the apartment. CM especially loves him. But Diego is mine (and Charlie's I guess).

Ouch!!! Out dissed!!!

I really like being recognized. I was sitting in the College Library computer lab when I felt a person walking toward my general direction. This person put his hand on my shoulder and kept it there while he said, "Holland? Right?" I looked up to a semi-familiar face and just smiled awkwardly and said, "Eh, yeah." He said something that I couldn't really comprehend because the sound of blood pumping through my ears was distracting me. I am pretty sure it was something about a class we were in together. I just said yes again and walked away as he was sitting by the computer next to me. Now, I was already prepared to leave before he confronted me so it wasn't entirely because he scared me. I really hope he didn't chose that specific computer so he could sit next to and reminisce about our class (which I later came to the conclusion was a Spanish class freshman year). People should know better than talk to me if they hardly know me. It gives me small panic attacks.

While sitting in my Comparative Literature (Comics) lecture, I had the sense that I may be not deep. We are reading Violent Cases, and we were interpreting the main characters feelings toward the town and how that reflected the feelings toward his father. I did not get this reference while reading because I am not deep. However, being not deep does not make me shallow. There is a distinct difference between being not deep and being shallow. Shallow, I believe, implies that one does not care about the deeper meaning to things. Being not deep means that I cannot see the deeper meaning but really would like to know. This is why I like to take literature classes. It can help me be deep, or at least somewhat deep.

I'd really like to help out but for some reason I don't believe you.

I really like those emails I get from King's wives/daughters etc. from Congo/Kenya/Tanzania wherever asking for my help in transferring large sums of money in to another account. I am pretty sure that if the average American is patient enough to read through the entire email that they would not be stupid enough to fall for that shoot. Then again I hold the people of America in high regard. Eh, yeah. But really, who would fall for that. Unless they are really stupid and think that they can some how make money out of that deal. No one would do it out of the goodness of their hearts, especially if they won't adopt a child for 33 cents a month, or however much the going rate of third world children are these days. All I can say is bravo to those who came up with this identify theft plan masquerading as a money transfer thing. It really is working me over.

Throat cultures, charter communications guys and thighs

My throat has been bothering me for the past week. My glands feel swollen and stuff but there is no pain. It feels like I can't swallow or breathe normally. Basically it feels like I have a big piece of bread stuck in my throat and I can't swallow it. CM tells me that I have Jesus in there, but I am thinking that is highly unlikely. When I went to go see the nurse she checked it out, took my temperature and felt my neck. She told me most likely nothing was wrong but she took a culture sample from my throat. Results will be in tomorrow, meanwhile it is the normal prescription of Advil and water.

Ri locked herself out of the car once again with the keys in the ignition. Instead of calling the AAA guys to help out, she took a wire hanger out of our roommates closet and tried to undo the lock with CM. It only took them 30 minutes and several people walking by (including the Charter guy) to get into the car. Come on Rianna it was less than two weeks ago you did the same thing.

Just a little suggestion to girls. Don't wear skirts if your thighs touch each other. It is uncomfortable and you don't want that "I am going to chafe later" feeling.

Pretty Boys and desperate women

Courtney Mary wishes she were me. Because she would be able to see pretty boys on her walks from class to class to home to wherever. I am very much privileged in this sense. Jesus is good to me.

So I actually watched an episdoe of Real World this past weekend and it made me really sad. There is this girl named Sara(h) and she is very fond of herself. She finds herself especially hot and sexy. She convinces herself that one of her roomates (MJ) is attracted to her and wants her sexually. So she touches and basically comes close to humping his leg at any chance she gets, even though she knows he has a girlfriend. Her explanation is that there is sexual tension between them.....yeah right. He seems not interested in her per se but just interested in getting a piece of ass (which she says she has no problem with and no strings attached). Lucky for her he and his girlfriend broke up. oooOOOooo Good Luck Sarah!!!

Not much new to talk about...

I want to see if my changes worked or if i am being tricked.

Possum Kingdom

While I was making my way home from the house party and bar I went to last night, I talked on the phone with my friend Alyssa about how much fun I had (eye roll). As I reached the bottom of the stairwell leading to my apartment I saw this big white beady-eyed hairless-tailed possum staring back at me. Now, I am not a girly screamer but I did let out a good girly scream, right into the phone leading into Alyssa's ear. I must have made so much noise that the girls that lived in the apartment below me came out and told me that they also saw the same possum when they came home. Alyssa told me to throw something at it, so I grabbed an empty hot calking (sp?) container in the dumpster left over from the creepy construction workers. This did not deter that stupid possum. So the girls from downstairs told me to try to walk past it, which I tried and just made the possum walk further up the stairs. Still on the phone with Alyssa, I told her I was going to her place for while. 30 minutes later that possum was no where to be seen.

Oh, and I know what some of you are thinking, no it was not a drunken hallucination!!!

"I CAN PROMISE YOU. YOU WILL STAY AS BEAUTIFUL. WITH DARK HAIR AND SOFT SKIN. FOREVER...FOREVER!!!!"

Damn you ezula!!!!

Until recently, I had no idea what spyware or adware was. It was just this silly term that I saw on pop-ups. Now I am more than aware of these things. My computer has become infected with them so much so that it cannot even run at a decent pace. I move my mouse pad about 12 inches and the cursor only moves about 3 centimeters. My roommate told me about ad-aware which apparently is one of the most high recommended anti-spyware software stuff to get (now you must be getting the sense of how un-techy I am). So I downloaded it and it worked. HOWEVER, it has not helped to stop the infestation. The spyware keeps on coming at a faster pace. I also just recently became aware that as I run my Ad-aware I am actually getting more spyware. So really it is rather useless. So in one day I run my ad-aware about three times. Some of my favorite spyware or other stuff I get is ezula and my daily horoscope. In conclusion, I like computer and technology.

Now Playing: The Anniversary's all things ordinary

P.S. If by any slim chance there is someone (anyone) reading this that knows a better solution to my problem, please let me know. Feck, even if you don't know what to do at least let me know if someone is reading this.