Chronic mastication

I had this dream on Christmas Eve night and this is how it went: I was sleeping in my bed in Madison, total strangers came charging in, ripping the comforter off of me. The were checking my body up and down and accused me of constantly pleasuring myself (uhhhh which I totally do). Next they told me that my parents were going to send me to a mental institute for lack of drive because I have yet to decide what I am going to do after I graduate. I woke up wanting to cry because I was so upset. I wonder what people who interpret dreams would have to say about that one.

I can feel it in my throat

I am starting to get a cold. I can always tell because it starts as a scratchy throat, or burning throat where is hurts to swallow. Next comes the runny nose. Then full blown head cold. I am so glad this is happening to me during finals.

Um, yes

I say a tow truck, towing a tow truck. It was weird and made me laugh.

Ok smarty pants, what movies are the following from...

1. It's a party. Who brought the chips?
2. I hope that when the world comes to an end, I can breathe a sigh of relief, because there will be so much to look forward to.
3. "I want you inside me!"~~" What did you say?"~~" I'll see ya later"
4. California!!!

If my family is a bunch of dorks (which they are) I am the queen of the dorks

When I was back home for Thanksgiving, I was watching an episode of Friends in which they were challenging each other to see who could name all the states. I thought this easy, since I know the state song, I can name all of them. It would be more of a challenge to name all the state capitals. So I challenged myself to naming them all. I got my pen and paper out, wrote down all the states and began. Harder than I thought. My mom asked me what I was doing. I told her and she started helping me out and even got out this USA puzzle map we have that names all the capitals for the answers when I was done. I got about 27 out of 50.

Later on in Madison, when my family was visiting, I told my sister what I did during Thanksgiving. Being a very competitive family, she wanted to she if she could beat me. So while she was writing down her answers, my dad was trying to help her. I believe she did worse than I did. But my point is that my family, me especially, finds weird things to do and actually has fun doing it.

I told you, I blew a fuse when I totaled that electrical tower. I was checking out some daisies.

Ok, what movie is that from?

If I had a weekly syndicated column in newspaper across the US, it would be entitled "Listen to me Piss and Moan." That way more people could have a chance to read it, and they would also be warned to not read it, if they do not want to read me ranting and raving. It would also prevent hate mail, because they shouldn't have read it in the first place if they would get upset, the title should give them fair warning that it might anger them.

Also, CM and I are now determined to finish Megaman 2, any tips to defeat Airman and Fireman would be appreciated. (I can only defeat Metalman and Crashman by myself.)

Update: I meant Heatman, not Firemean and I now can beat Airman. Ouch take that Courtney Mary

Happy Birthday to me. Happy Birthday to me. Happy Birthday to me. Happy Birthday to me.

It really sucks having a birthday right next to finals, it sucks having a birthday that is after your 21st. This birthday was so uneventful. Remember when you were a kid, and everyone magically knew it was your birthday. You would get a big party where all you friends would be. You would get gifts, cake and ice cream. This year my parents came down (granted it was also the weekend of my brother's orchestra concert) and took me out to breakfast and my mom took me out shopping for a birthday gift. My sister eventually said, "Oh yeah, happy birthday." My friend Kim called me and wished me Happy Birthday (she always remembers). And then I went to stuff holiday letters for the donors of my scholarship (which we didn't even end up doing because the letters weren't ready). The girl that is in charge of birthday greetings for all the scholars was there and she wished me happy birthday. Other than that, no one else really acknowledged my birthday. Perhaps it is because I don't go calling it from rooftops "IT'S MY BIRTHDAY TODAY!" Oh well, I got a new pair of jeans so I am satisfied. Now I will finish my great day by writing a three page paper that is due tomorrow.

If you are innocent, you might want to close your eyes to read this one

For one of my classes, I had to read this article on why "the gays" should not be parents. They use the normal arguments that the children would lose some kind of gender role/figure and grow up all screwed up and stuff. I am sure that there are tons of articles to disprove that theory. The argument that I liked best, that was used in this article, was how if the kids grew up in a household were homosexual relationship were socially acceptable, then they would think homosexual behavior would be ok, and therefore be more likely to partake in that type of behavior (I ALSO DISAGREE WITH THIS, BUT IF IT IS TRUE...WHO CARES?). What is this type of behavior? Well apparently it is: anal sex, oral sex, and S & M stuff. All this stuff has an increased chance of getting HIV/AIDS or physical health problems. Umm, yeah. Last time I heard, these things weren't only for "the gays". I am pretty sure there are some heterosexuals used that stuff as well. Even if that is the case, then heterosexual sex would be seen as unhealthy. I have an easy solution to everyone's problems: CONDOMS and LUBE and keep everything else clean. Once again I apologize for the inappropriateness, but it really angered me.

Cold Showers

I like not having hot water for the entire weekend. Any sane person would not take a shower if the water was nothing but cold, especially if all he/she was doing that weekend was staying in the house and not venturing out. But no, not me. I insist on taking a shower everyday, because I "feel" dirty, probably when I am not. So the result is me under a stream of cold water, yelping from the pain and shivering from the cold. In total I took three cold showers. They said that the are fixing it today, but can you really trust someone that took more than three phone calls to get a hold of.

Some more people I like

I like those people that come into class reeking of smoke, like they just got done smoking. They should do us all a favor and stay outside a minimum of 5 minutes after their cigarettes so they can air out and us non-smokers do not have to suffer. Seriously people, it makes me want to puke when I smell you.

I also like those people that will sit and wait for lecture to start (usually 15 minutes but sometimes longer if their is no lecture/discussion in that room before) and will eat really crunchy food. It seems like there is no food other than food that is crunchy: apples, carrots, pretzels etc. This would be fine if there would be other noise in the room, but if the only noise in the room is 5 people eating their crunchy food, it can be really annoying. But this is the less annoying of the two, just because I have to admit I am sometimes one of these people.

A question to ponder

When you are making two points, which is more important: the "first of all" or the "second of all"?

Don't mess with big sisters

My brother's roommate is a dickhead. Seriously, this guy is so coolness. He lacks any etiquette that any human being should have. I don't know about you, but I believe normal roommate rules are that you share objects such as microwaves, television and refrigerators, especially if you are in the dorms. You do not bring two of everything, that just takes up to much room. You really don't decide half way into the year, that the television is yours and your roommate is not allowed to finish watching the movie they were watching for the past hour and half because you want to play x-box (this is force and not asking politely if they were done watching the movie). If my brother would have known that his roommate would enforce such rules, he would of brought his own television. I think my brother should forbid his roommate to use his microwave, since my brother brought it. Also I think my brother should punch his roommate every time he says (on-line) something sexual to my brother's girlfriend. I am not afraid to go over there and have a little talk with this ass. Anyone that has seen the women in my family talk when they are mad, know to be afraid, to be very afraid.

Don't know what to title this one

There are signs on Bascom Hill signifying all the tribes that are represented (by individuals) on the UW campus. I sort of think it looks like a graveyard sort of reinforcing the stereotype of the Indian as dead. To further reinforce this stereotype The Badger Herald, who wrote a cover story on Native November events, placed a picture of a non-Native next to the story. Granted these events are meant to educate non-Natives about Native culture and issues and this picture may highlight this but it also denies the physical existence of Native students who are doing the teaching on campus. It is hard though since many of the Native students on campus are in fact so called "halfbreeds" and do not physically appear like the stereotypical Indian, thus making the community even more "invisible".

I was at this "graveyard" taking a group photo for Native November. Every Native student,faculty and staff had to stand by their Nation's sign. On grad student, who was actually the one taking the picture, had his two daughters along. I think they were two and five years old. These girls are Choctaw, form their mother, and Sac & Fox from their father. The older girl was holding the Choctaw sign and the little one was holding the other, except she wasn't doing a good enough job, according to her sister. So the older one ripped the sign out of the little one's hand and a fight ensued. Everyone else thought this was funny and talked about how it was a war between the tribes. Needless to say they disrupted the photo shoot, because their dad needed to separate them.

When the shoot was done, everyone was standing around and talking and cleaning up. The little girl (the 2 year old holding the Sac & Fox sign) was about 20 yards away from everyone else rolling around in the wet leaves. I found this really funny because I think I was the only one who noticed this. I did not try to stop her because she looked like she was having so much fun laying on her back with her white tight dressed legs kicked in the air.

Hello Holland. This is Reality and I am catching up to you.

I just got back from class and lo-and-behold (yeah that's right Mom, I used that phrase) I got my first graduation related mail. Granted, it might have been sent out to all the UW-students, but still. It is like a reminder that I only have one semester to go and I still don't really know what I am going to do with my life.

I AM TOO PUNK RAWK FOR THIS

I once met this guy at a party. I was wearing my black low top converses, denim cuffed cropped pants and a blondie "retro" t-shirt. He asked me if I was punk, because I looked punk. Hehe. I tricked him. I should have asked him, "if I say I am punk, will you make out with me?"

I like procrastinating on writing my paper and studying for my exam

I can never get any peace and quiet

Scott Peterson was found guilty for murder in the 1st degree of Laci Peterson and murder in the 2nd degree of his unborn child, Connor. I am happy but at the same time sadden by this decision. It was pretty obvious to me that the bastard did it and it was very sad that Laci was pregnant and very happy about it (as is shown that she had a name picked out and his nursery ready). However, I do see this as a step back in pro-choice movement. If they can charge someone with a murder of an unborn child that is separate from the mother, then that leaves the door open to charging any woman with murder if she gets an abortion. Don't ask me for the logic, I just know pro-lifers will twist the law into making abortion illegal again using the Laci and Connor's act.

Anyway...did you know the world's youngest mom was 5 years old when she birthed (C-Section) her child. Whoa. Here is a website to check it out.

http://youngest_mother.tripod.com/

My parents screwed me up

Earlier I blogged about crying after I got lost in the hospital (which is huge by the way) which led me to think about how my parents have screwed me up mentally. I am 21 years old and I have this irrational fear of getting lost a phobia if you will. This stems from my parents being paranoid when they would take all four of us out at one time, as any normal parent would be I guess. Most of the time, it was either only my dad or only my mom (which was most of the time) that had all of us at the grocery store, park, bus, mall etc. They would make us all walk really close to each other. An example of this would be when we were at the grocery store, my mom/dad would have my youngest brother in a baby carrier backpack thing, my other brother in the shopping cart and my sister and I had to hang on to the cart and walk along side my parents (I still hang on to the cart to this day regardless of who is pushing).

My mom and dad would also warn me of strangers that would kidnap me, so I should not talk to strangers and run away if they did talk to me. An example of this is when my elderly neighbor's friend (who was very sweet by the way), said hello to me. I shouted at her that I couldn't talk to strangers and I ran home to tell my mom what a good girl I was.

When I was at department store with my parents (and not holding on to the cart) I would start crying or freaking out if either of my parents were not in the same aisle as me because I thought I was lost. Apparently things never change.

Ok everyone. We are going to play a game. It is called...Where's Rianna?

Do DO Do Do Do DO Do...Do DO Do DO....DOOO...DO do do do do (That's me trying to type the Jeopardy Song)

Give Up? Well, Ri is at the hospital in an overnight. Hell yeah that is right. Turns out that the doctor's are concerned for her third infection in the span of three months (kidney, bladder, and kidney again). She is getting pumped full of antibiotic ivs and being "observed" and stuff. She will most likely be staying over for another night as well. They say she might be growing puss around her kidneys or something. This is not good. Our family has a history of having bad kidneys. Our grandmother died from kidney failure (well I don't really know if that was the ACTUAL cause of death, it could have been the emphysema or the heart of the pneumonia: she just got real sick real fast). Whenever I look at her I just want to say POBRECITA!!! Yeah, I learned that one in Spanish. Another scary thing is that they found a ovarian cyst during her pelvic exam. Yikes. Luckily we have heard repeatedly that they are common and most likely benign. Another scary thing, ovarian cancer and weird abnormal uterine/ovaries stuff runs in our family as well. Here hoping everything is alright.

I was so stressed out after I left the hospital, I started crying when I couldn't find my car and the security guard was being rude impatient with me when looking for my parking lot. Yes, I am awesome.

Cynthia Nixon is keeping it real

Holla at Cynthia for keeping it real...she sends her kids to public school, and fights for the rights of those same schools. Her kids don't look snobbly ( I don't know if that is a word) dressed or with snooty strollers, she recently kind of came out of the closet and she doesn't care much what her partners look like. Seriously, her girlfriend is ugly check it out....
http://p071.ezboard.com/fjjboardfrm12.showMessage?topicID=67180.topic
I would like to make a big shout out to my girl CM for giving me this link.
-Catch ya on the flip side

Emergency Waiting Rooms are cool

So, I had to take Rianna to the ER last night, because she was in side crippling pain and nauseous. She is ok now, but I spent a good four hours in the waiting room with some cool beeps, before the nurse asked me if I would want to be with my sister. This was only a little better because the room was being shared with a preacher's wife. She was so cool, she was complaining that her surgical room was 666 and that someone had "said something untruthful about President Bush" My god, she sounded like she was going to cry when she said that last part. After 7 hours, Rianna was let out with a prescription of vicadin, filled with iv fluids and bruises from the iv needles. Yay for hospitals.

In the words of Nancy Kerrigan, "WHY?????? WHY??????"

As you can tell from the description of my blog, I do not hold People in high regard. At the moment I do not like American people all that much. How smart do you have to be to vote for George W. Bush. Exit polls showed that people thought the invasion of Iraq was a bad idea, and that they were not happy with the way the country was going. So obviously the most logical thing is to vote the guy, that has been screwing us over for the past four years, to another four years in office. Statistics show that new voters tend to be liberal, and in a landmark election with a significant amount of new voters, Dubya not only wins the electoral, but the popular vote as well. Oh dear god. I know that I make fun of Canada on a daily basis, but come on. It is looking like a utopia now. Just think how great the next four years: three new Supreme Court Justices, that no doubt will be pro-life, anti-affirmative action and anti gay marriage (Basically anything opposite of what I believe). I just can't wait until the government has more control over my life than myself.

Don't you like stories about voter disenfranchisement. Well here is another one: My brother's friend's parents just recently became US citizens. They did not vote in this year's election, the first year they are eligible. Why you ask? Well, apparently someone told them they had to PAY to vote. PAY.....TO VOTE!!!!! Ugh, this irritates me even more because they are minorities (Hmong). I LOVE PEOPLE.

I see you shiver with antici......pation.

Oh boy!!! Today is the big day. I am seriously very nervous about the outcome of this election. I don't know if I could take another four years of Bush. He has screwed up our nation enough with this awesome war in Iraq, employment rates, tax breaks etc. And he seems to have even better plans for the next term if he is re-elected. I can't even let myself do homework, because my mind starts to think about the future with Bush. More soldiers in Iraq, perhaps a war with North Korea, or Iran, more loses of privacy rights to minorities immigrants and women, more tax cuts that benefits the rich and affect the middle and working class by cutting government programming and allows future generations to pay it off. Yes I am aware that I do not know everything about politics, but I know enough to know that Bush does not benefit this country, and anyone that thinks differently is obviously going.

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.

White headphones and crazy sidewalk sweepers

I just thought of another fashion must have for this fall semester. To match those yellow Livestrong cult bracelets, a person just must be wearing the white Ipod headphones. I mean, everyone on my campus is wearing them, so they must be cool. You do not necessarily have to obtain one of those Ipod things which could run you 300 dollars. I mean, really...who has the money to purchase one of those things. Just go ahead and buy yourself a pair of the headphones. Run the end of the cord into your pocket so no one will know if you really have an Ipod or not. You will be the envy of everyone walking past you on the streets. But beware. There are some folks who will be so jealous, they might mug you. It is just the price you will have to pay to be fashion-savvy.

One last thing. I really wanted to sweep my balcony today because when people go in and out they track in a bunch of leaves. It seemed logical if there are no leaves on the balcony there are no leaves to track in. When I got myself outside broom and all and started the process of actually sweeping, I notice that I had become one of those crazy sidewalk sweepers. You know what I am talking about because you probably had them in your neighborhood. Those people that swept the dirt of their sidewalks and you always wondered to yourself, "what are they doing? How can you stop dirt from collecting on the sidewalk...the sidewalk is outside...with the dirt!!!" I maybe took four sweeps before I realized how stupid I looked.

Livestrong Cult

For the longest time I thought there was a new cult a-brewing. These cult members wore yellow plastic-foam like bracelets. At first I thought it was just an athlete thing because I saw a bunch of people I knew were runners wearing them and everyone at the gym was wearing them too. However as this school year started, I noticed that there were many sorority girls and frat boys wearing the bracelets as well. So then I thought it was a athletic/Greek thing to wear. Then I started to see non-athletic, non-Greek people wearing them as well. The next natural explanation was that there was some kind of cult in which the members had to showcase their devotion with yellow cheap jewelry. One day I finally had the courage to approach one of these people wearing the bracelet. Well okay I had one of my friends ask them. Apparently they are a fundraiser for a Lance Armstrong cancer fund, or something like that. They only cost one dollar, or so I was told. They say Livestrong on them. So, now I am relieved that there is not a brainwashing cult around, instead people are promoting a good cause. The cynical part of me also believes that some people are wearing them as part of a trend. If its true at least it is a good trend.

My mom is funny

This came from a conversation I had with my mom instant messaging online. We were discussing how much other tribal blood she had in her besides Menominee. I was telling her that she could switch to Bad River Ojibwe if she wanted to because she had enough blood quantum to enroll. She said no and this was her reason:
---Because I think there are fewer Menominee, so if the tribe was repatriated or whatever, there would be more benefits for each individual
---whatever, I wouldn't switch because it is one of the only ways to remember my dad, I think it would be like denying him
---besides, everyone is ojibwe
---or related to one

So my mom is back in college now that all the kids are away. She is taking a philosophy course. She told me that while working in a small group during this class the "kids" in her group were going to give a wrong answer to a question. My mom being very soft spoken does not like to speak in class or in front of people she doesn't know well. However, she finally spoke up and told them the right answer. I was kidding around with my mom telling her that she was showing them up and she responded:
--- no, it just was their answer was completely wrong

Oh, I love my mommy

It is almost like I am on Big Brother

On either side of my apartment there are construction workers fixing the exterior of the apartments. It is really a nice sound to wake up to in the morning. You know the sound...the annoying "backing up" beeps of trucks and then the whiring of the crane thingy lifting. I also like being paranoid that the construction workers are able to see through the blinds of the bathroom and watch me take my clothes off before my shower. But I am pretty sure the guy that was working on the window right outside of my own bedroom could watch me take a nap because my blinds were only completely open. I can't escape them...they are everywhere. They are also right outside my livingroom window watching me watching TV. I swear the same guy has been working on the roof overhang thing for more than three days. At least they are fit...old chubby and bald. Just how I like them.

Now Playing: OKGO's don't ask me

I like computers

Now Playing: Lipps' Funkytown

I am waiting for my acrobat reader to load this thing i need to read....oh there it is now I can read.

P.S. It is black and white in the corner of my screen...please tell me how to fix this if I can

If it smells like funk it must be us

now playing: Weezer's "The Good Life"

Today I like Ironmen, Chancellor's Scholars get togethers and laundry. I also like catching up on my reading which I am far behind in. Maybe I should have never gone to college. It is pointless. I won't have a good job. I would probably make more money working in a factory then my future job, whatever it may be. HMMMMMM....I wonder if I can get a job at my dad's place or I can work at the sausage factory with Perry.

Courtney!!! Go lay in the street!!!

I got a new cellphone. It is about twice the size of my old one. Basically you should always get a Samsung phone of any mobile because they are swell. The coolest thing about my new phone... Speakerphone. Oh Dawn just got online. I have to go and talk to her about her wild times in Seattle.

Why I think all sorority girls travel in packs

In my discussion today I saw two especially annoying girls chatting away wearing identical clog like things that were really ugly (bright neon orange and pink with weird wholes) and then they were joined by three other equally annoying friends. I was not surprised to find out that almost all of them were from the East coast (which most likely means the are in a sorority). Some of the girls weren't even in the discussion but were begging the TA to let her into the discussion. The group of girls also wanted to be in the same "debate group". Also did I fail to mention that the TA made a joke about being half Japanese and half Jewish and then called herself Jap squared. I mean this is a class about Ethnic Movements and the TA just said one of the most un-PC comments in the world.

Girls on the UW-Madison campus are cool

So I am taking a Soc 640 class (sociology of family) and this girl is commenting on the discussion on the "decline of family" and she made some comment like "Well, I plan on not working and staying home with my children and letting my husband work". This angered me because she is taking a very valuable spot away from someone who actually wants an education to get a career. Fecking girls getting their MRS degree.