You know who else is weird...Brad Pitt.

Hot, but weird. I always thought it was weird that his look changed with each new woman he was with, and then I found a site that shows pictures of his transformation. Boy seems to have issues. I will post the pictures on my blog when I get home, but for now I will just post the link:

With Juliette Lewis (young, "hip", and grungy)



With Gwenyth Paltrow (mod, preppie)



With Jennifer Aniston (just plain Hollywood and metrosexual)



With Angelina Jolie (goth and badass humanitarian).



But I most admit, I do like the name Shiloh for a girl. Unique without being Hollywood weird (Audio Science anyone?). But who am I to talk, I have the name of a country (not even the official name), and I saw a website that said it is a bad name. (scroll down to the third boxed off section: about a family with kids named Scotland, Britannica and Holland. I think Holland is the lesser of the three evils).

Creepy!

So a few hours ago, there was a thunder storm. It was really dark and grey and there were a few lightening strikes. I take a look out my office window and I see some random kid standing in front of the apartment complex doors. Just standing there in his/her raincoat looking off into the distance. Why was that kid just standing there? Where are the parents? Why is that kid, like, 2 feet tall? I half expected the kid to turn to me with neon green glowing eyes.

Speaking of how kids are weird and creepy...At my work, I signed us up for this program called Color a Smile. Basically we receive pictures that some random children draw, and we hang them up around places to "brighten" peoples days. Some are cute, some are scary. For example: One kid drew the sun and a flower. The flower and sun have faces on them. The sun, looks like your normal yellow ball with a smile on it (ala "Have a Nice Day!") but the flower has this really evil sinister smile on it. Not to mention it is about 1000% taller than the other flowers on the picture. It creeps me out. 9 year-old Hailey, you creep me out with your flower drawings!

What I find funny about these entries is how kids will write out their age. They are so willing and ready to tell you exactly how old they are. They would tell you the number of years, months, weeks, days, hours and minutes old they are if they could. You can also tell the kids that just learned to write down how old they are, because they will write it down multiple times (Age: 5 5 5 ). Kids are most definitely weird.

Weekend wrap-up...Good Times!

Friday:

Left Friday training and headed straight for my apartment. Whoops, forgot that the front door lock had been changed. I got the new keys the day before, and there were signs everywhere reminding tenants that the locks would be changed on Friday. I am just a dumbass and forgot to bring the new keys with me when I left in the morning.

I tried calling the onsite manager but he wasn't in. I tried calling a few other people that lived in the complex, but no one was answering. So, I just left to go visit CM for awhile. Her dad cooked us some dinner, and then we decided to go see X-Men 3. I left the movie not knowing if I was disappointed or overwhelmed with the awesomeness. Apparently I missed a scene that was at the end of the credits, which would add even more to my indifference. The movie also made me realize I need to brush up on my x-men knowledge. Apparently watching the cartoon as a kid, and having a brother that is knowledgeable about the X-men world does not help me in being confused by the movie.

Anyway, after the movie, I attempted to get back into my apartment. Called the manager, still a no-go. Called a few apartments: no one home. Finally got a hold of someone, explained my situation to her. She helps me out by hanging up on me. She best watch out, I know where she lives. Tried another apartment and got through. The guy lets me in. Yay. In reality I can't fault the girl for hanging up on me. I am taught over and over again, in my crime prevention workshops that I am not suppose to let others in, when they don't have keys. Whatever.

Ok...I need to take a break here to discuss a commercial I just saw. Sears Department Stores is now going into dentistry? Really? Wow. "Trust your smile to Sears." Um, no thanks.

Another breaky comment. I saw on this one site, they had a discussion about how cats like to be in boxes. Cats like boxes? No way.Cats also like sinks.

Saturday:

Started the day off, by finally dealing with this bridesmaid dress screw up. Apparently all I need to do is to hand in the dress which is one size too small, and order a new one for myself. No extra charges. Hah, suck it David's Bridal, I knew I could work your "No refunds, returns" etc policy. I don't know if I posted it before, but here is the dress I will be wearing. Same color and all. (edited: After checking the link, the color of my dress is the truffle color, not that ugly ass yellow color).

While getting ready for the wedding, I realized that my hair just does not curl. No matter what I do. Curling iron plus hairspray does nothing. Oh well. I still looked ok.

The ceremony was a Catholic one, but not as long and drawn out. I was giggling to myself while the priest talked about the sanctity of marriage (basically, without outright, saying between a man and woman with no premarital sex). I know that all the people in the bridal party (including the bride and the groom themselves) that do not believe in the sanct-ness of marriage, based off of what the priest said. Sinners!!!

The reception was nice. The people I went with spent the majority of the time outside, where we (or should I say they) could smoke, and it was also beautiful outside so we were enjoying the weather. Highlights of the night: Being groped by the groom's brother and his boyfriend, being dropped off at the reception by my co-workers friend while feeling like we were being dropped off at the prom by mom, squeezing seven people into a car for the longest ride home ever!

Sunday:

Hottest day ever. I actually turned on my air conditioner, which I initially swore I would not do. I went out with CM and JR later in the day. We had an awesome bike ride by the lake. For $12 a half hour, you can rent out one of these awesome bikes. We had a bell and everything (useful when you want to tell the people in front of you to get the hell out of the way). Riding that surrey bike, made me realize that I am totally out of shape. I was sweating up a storm and breathing heavily. Hopefully, when I apply for membership at the Y, I will no longer be huffing and puffing my way through a bike ride.

As for today, I am enjoying my day off.

Tires? Not a good conversation starter or a way to pick up the ladies...

For once my antisocial friend, CM, wanted to go out. And for what is worth, to go out and have a few drinks!!! This is a big step for her. She may just become social after all.

We went out to the bar around the corner of my apartment. It is a real hole-in-the-wall, so not much of a "hot" spot but I like the bartenders and the regulars. Since it is the end of the school year, the obnoxious Marquette kids are not coming out in droves.

So there we are drinking our High Lifes, talking to each other about something not important and obviously forgettable since I can't remember what it was. All of a sudden this guy who is sitting next to CM says something witty about the tire commercial on the TV. CM does the number one No-No: She responds.

This leads to her engaging in a pretty lengthy conversation about tires. The different brands and their quality, how to rotate (and why we do), and I am pretty sure I over heard the guy talking about some studies he read about tires. How exciting! What was funny about the entire conversation was that this guy kept on stroking CM's arm. Knowing CM and how much she LOVES to be touched, I found this hilarious. I even excused myself to the bathroom, to give them some privacy. CM always has a good time with me (reference the time she had a lengthy conversation with the guitar teacher about animals at the party I forced her to come to).

They guy wasn't exactly her type, at least I don't think so. Oh well, at least she learned something about tires. Goodyear=good, Michelin=bad.

Those Darn Geese

Where I work, we have this big ass pond, which is the home for many dumb Geese. I rarely see/interact with them because I am cooped up in my office all day. Today was different.

So, I will admit it, sometimes I am not a completely observant driver. However, I have yet to get myself into an accident (knock on imaginary wood). This morning I was making a mental list of things to do at work today, while not entirely paying attention to the road in front of me. Usually I keep my eyes on the car in front of me, but not the actual street, but whatever.

Then, about a half a block up I saw a goose and some of her babies starting to meander into the busy street. I started to slowly push on my brakes thinking that the geese would back up right away, but they aren't too bright, and continued on their merry way. When I realized that they weren't stopping or backing up, and that the road was much more slick from the morning rain than I first anticipated, I slammed on my brakes all the way.

Luckily for me, there was no cars behind me, and I didn't run over any geese! The mother goose, finally turned around when I was about a foot in front of it and at a complete stop. She kind of looked at my car in a lazy, "Hey, what's up?" fashion and retracted back to the sidewalk. Luckily for that goose, it didn't continue in the direction it was going, in front of traffic coming from my left shoulder, because there would be some dead baby geese lying in the road right this moment.

Last night on the news...

There was this report about the upsurge of muggers on the UW-Madison campus, primarily attacking, of course, college students. This makes me laugh, mostly because I think about myself as a college student. When I was walking around the campus, I usually had no more than a pocket full of change and my debit card, which had no more than 20 dollars on it. Not too much of a find. And I know that I was not alone. College students in general are broke-ass hoes. But then again, there are those "Coasties" as we affectionately called them. Those kids who can pay out-of-state tuition, private resident hall prices, and for drinking at least 5 out of the 7 nights of the week. These are the kids probably getting mugged (successfully).

Those immigrants should just be English-speakers

Just got done watching a segment on Nightline talking about how the Senate wants to pass a bill that the Star Spangle Banner should/will be song in English...ummm ok. How exactly is this going to be enforced? Fines? Imprisonment? Execution?

Remember that time they had Native Americans sing the National Anthem in their native language for the Olympics (don't ask me when or where this was done,it could have not even been done for the Olympics but the Superbowl instead, but I remember it was done)? So its diverse and moving then but now it is an abomination? Oh yea, now I remember why its bad. Because we have to be reminded that all Mexican Immigrants are dirty, evil and anti-American in every aspect. You know, because being American does not mean being diverse and coming from many different backgrounds. Being American means you are English-speaking, white, straight, Christian and...am I missing anything?

I'm glad the Senate is working on this and not working on gas prices, environment, health care etc. etc. I hope the next bill they pass is one that makes it illegal for anyone to walk the streets not wearing the colors red, white and/or blue.

David Blaine sucks

I mean he can't even hold his breath for 9 minutes? Come on! The promos were saying that he was going to drown if he couldn't hold his breath for that long. They are liars. What a let down.

While watching his special tonight, I was very happy to see his gray and wrinkled hands and feet. They looked like they were about to fall off. Mmmmm decomposed-looking appendages. As if I needed another reason to be nauseous.

Why was I initially nauseous? Some kind of stomach virus I think. I stayed by the toilet a good amount time from Saturday around 11pm to Monday 10am-ish.

High Roller

I went out shopping and then out to eat with my friend Carrie on Saturday. As we were leaving the Fridays at Miller Park Stadium, we were trying to decide what to do next. Initially we were thinking about going to a neighborhood bar close to my apartment to play pool/darts and have a beer but then Carrie says, "Want to go to Potawatomi?" This is a casino/bingo hall in Milwaukee. I have never been in a casino before but was hesitant about the possibility of losing money. Carrie reassured me that we would set out monetary limits and not let each other go over them, plus we would only play nickel slots, because we are cheap.

So we each spent 20 dollars. They people there were funny. Such a diverse group of gamblers. But I would say that 80% of them were smoking. Luckily they have a non-smoking lounge for people as well. That is were I made my "big money." I ended up making 20 dollars (16.75 if you include the 3.25 ATM fee, bastards). I had no idea what I was doing, but it was still fun. I guess the fun was the making of the money, if I would have lost, I would have been very disappointed.

Funniest moment of the night: We were riding the escalator down from the non-smoking lounge to the smoking lounge, and I took notice of all the "Native regalia" and pictures on the walls. Loving to say inappropriate things, I say, "Carrie, Look at all the Native people!" The people standing in front of us look at us with slightly disgusted faces. Carrie is so embarrassed by me.