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.