Laundry? Or Sit And Stare At The Wall? Hmm...
I was thinking about laundry last week, then had a nice discussion about it with Amy the other day, there is something I don't understand. Why exactly is it such a hugh chore for us? We, or at least I, will put it off until I am down to one pair of socks, why? This isn't like back in the day where we had to go down the river and wash our clothes. Nor do we need to break out the washboard and scrub away. In the US we don't even iron our clothes. All we do is seperate lights and darks, put it in a machine and walk away. Come back a little later, move it two feet into a new machine and leave, an hour later its done. So why do we think of doing laundry as such an emormous task?
whatever. sorry.
Don't Let The Hair Fool You
It's been a fun couple of days. I bought my goldfish and named him Hank. He is awesome too! When you feed him he tends to go into a one fish feeding frenzy on top of following me as I wander around the room. He also likes to make out with Gary the snail. Unfortunatly, his love is not returned, as Gary is a plastic snail. Poor Hank.
Today was good. Instead of going to work I went to the zoo with Amy. I bought the "Garden State" dvd and got my hair cut. I currently look like I should be sipping martinis at the country club with the other society ladies, well from the waist up at least. If I put on my Jenna Bush skirt, I could probably walk down the street to the Denver Country Club and get it. But I think I'd rather not.
This Is A Joke, Right?
There are some things I just don't know how to react to...so I usually end up laughing. Two such things came up this holiday.
The first was my brother receiving what appears to be a handwritten letter from the president thanking Dave for all his hard work on the campaign. Apparently the Republican party has still not recieved the memo pointing out that my brother won't be able to vote for a few more years and that he didn't give the republican party money, nor did he volunteer time.
The second is a very interesting story that John told us, and as we know, those are always worth listening to.
John's brother owns a couple of Anthony's Pizzas and about 6 months ago caught one of his illegal immigrant employees in bed with his wife. His response was to take a page from Mike Tyson's book and bite a big half moon out of the man's ear.
Now, I don't know John's brother and I don't agree with the whole cheating adultary thing, but it is just such a crazy story! Its like a soap opera.
And To All A Good Night
Merry Christmas everyone.
I hope you all have a wonderful holiday.
And...Scene
By now some of you have noticed that there around 20 comments on your latest blog entries. And that these comments are odd little conversations that were posted by the infamous Dave. Boredom is a dangerous thing, especially in my brother. Really all I can say on the subject is, I hope you enjoy them. I do, especially in the middle of the night when he writes them.
Back In Town
Well kids I have returned. What an interesting town Aspen is. It is a fine blend between the ultra rich and trendy and ski bums. Over all it was a good time. I had a good two days snowboarding, and a nice one inbetween where I stared off into deep space (by deep space I do mean tv). I got felt up in a lift line by an Argentinian ticket checker, lesbian snowboarding action! hot....except not really (why me? I don't get it). I also got hit by the wall of a bathroom stall, that was interesting, and took out a bunch of kids who were standing right where you git off the lift.
A Dose of Dave
Here is a nice email my brother sent me when I first arrived in Austria.
Hello dear, or deer as it is known in the southern hemisphere. Did you
know their toilets go the other way, WHAT IN THE NAME OF JUMPIN JOHOVA.
Rachels got into town this evening and freakin whipped out her AK 47
and ran around shooting in the air yellin "I WANT FREE LONG DISTANCE"
i think shes on drugs. judgeing is that she was carryin a pound of herion
(hahaha thats impossilbe) and was twitching a lot. "What do ya mean you
dont like cheese on top of a salad" "I just dont" "Well that
sounds a little fruity to me" that wasnt in a movie i totaly just made that up
and if you ask me its positivley BITCHIN. I forgot how much i like to
flashdance yaaaaa ya heard me. quigibo its a half man half gorilla. see
that was in a movie, or not actually a movie, more like a show, the
Simpsons, ALSO BITCHIN.
Love Mom
Wait....What?
My mind has become a nice jumble, though I don't really mind, it does make it interresting to try and carry on a conversation.
I decided I want to get another goldfish. I miss Blubber, even if he was a bitchy, possibly retarded goldfish, I still loved him. So I want to go buy a goldfish, and I want to name him Hank. I don't know why.
I saw "Lemony Snickett's Series of Unfortunate Events" with Miss Amy tonight. Fun stuff. We had one of those nice moments where we were the only people in the theater laughing. We rock.
Also I have slowly become Gaer Grimsrud from the movie "Fargo." In the sense that I have become totally addicted to pancakes, not in the kidnapping, accomplice in the wood chipper sense...yet.
Right, I'm off to bed, then tomorrow off to Aspen to snowboard for a few days.
I Fear It Is Just Beginning
I have a very love/hate relationship with christmas. The older I get, the more it turns into just hate.
This year I have done a majority of the christmas shopping for my family. I have even bought one of my dads christmas gifts to me. This means that though I have spent loads of money this holiday season, very little of it has been on gifts that I need to buy for others. And this leads to a big problem.
I walked into work today to find two gifts to me from my co-workers, I have bought them nothing. I don't even have a card I can give them. Now I feel really bad.
Yesterday I finished my shopping for my family (i think, I hope!) that means I can now start on friends. There is just the small matters of having no time, I work tomorrow and leave town on Saturday, and little money, I am waiting for my parents to reimburse me for all the gifts they had me buy for others.
So my friends, if you bought me a gift, that is very kind and sweet of you, but it has also prompted the following response "Son of a bitch!" as I now feel bad as I have bought you nothing. But, I promise you will get yours by mid January. On the other hand, if you didn't buy me anything, thank you, next time we see each other we can hug or something and call it even.
If one of you starts singing their versions of Christmas songs in say, the mall and as loudly as possible, I will love you forever.
This just proves that there is a group for everyone out there.
Must've Been Looking For Answers
Do you believe that you can tell a lot about what people are thinking by what books they are currently reading?
Usually I read fiction, or Quality Paperback as it is known where I work. But suddenly I look at my "to read" pile and it contains the following books:
The Autobiography of Malcolm X
The Communist Manifesto and Other Revolutionary Writings
Travelling With Che Guevara: The Making of a Revolutionary
And, The Teachings of the Buddha (which I stole from a hotel room in Japan. Karma wise, I wonder how thats gonna work out for me)
Oh, and I am about half way through "Fear and Loathing: The Strange and Terrible Saga of Hunter S. Thompson"
Yup, that is one hell of a switch from my normal reading style.
Happy Dance
Oh happy day!! I'm done! Finals are over! Life is good.
But not only are finals over but I never have to see my german professor ever again! *Insert Lauren doing victory lap around the room here*
And! My anthro professor lost our final exam when her computer crashed! So do you know what happened? Instead of taking a big test that always bomb part of and I didn't study for, we had to write an in class essay on three things that we discussed in class this semester and how or if we found them interesting. If there is one thing I have learned in that class this semester, its that I can very easily bullshit an essay for her *insert Victory jig here*
Well kids, I'm away laughing on a fast camel. I'll catch you all later.
Last Night
Last night was interesting. It started off well, then around midnight started a rapid plunge into a more "we are gonna die" feeling.
After Kate, Kiyomi and I got out of "White Christmas" (damn I love that movie!) It was off to St. Mark's for a little pick me up, coffee and cheesecake hoorah! At some point we decided that we should go to Zoolights, keeping with our christmas theme. Unfortunatly, everyone and their mother was at zoolights last night. I don't think there was a single parking place left at the zoo when we got there, and judging by the line of cars waiting to get in, there probably wouldn't be for some time. So it was off to Barnes & Nobles and the 24 hour Starbucks.
We killed over an hour in the childrens section, then hit teen inspiration, followed by a quick loop through cooking, fiction, mystery and crafts before scaning the calenders and sale items and finally setteling in the teen angst and travel sections. That was another hour right there. Then humor, where we had an awkward conversation with kids we went to high school with, before it was time for more coffee.
Sitting out front with our coffee, Kiyomi starts making fun of people right next to them. "Hipsters," Jocks, America in front of the paramedics, no one is safe.This continues when we pick up Dave and his friends at the mall and take a massive detour trying to take the one girl home.
We eventually make it to my house where we meet up with Dani and Rach before walking down the street for the Midnight movie Lollipop Girls In Hard Candy aka vintage 3D Porn. A few things I would like to point out right here, I think porn is completely rediculous. I really just don't understand the appeal, but vintage 3D? How often does that come up? We figured it would be worth a laugh or two. Too bad it was the lamest thing I have ever seen! Nothing made sense! I know I know, you don't go to a porno for the story, but that is where the problem came in. They tried to give it a story with different plots going on and comic relief and car chases (horrible idea in 3D let me tell you) and they failed with flying colors. But the real problem was the 3D filming. I have never been so motion sick in my entire life. I couldn't watch the last 15-20 minutes. Walking down the street afterwards I though I was going to be sick. Kiyomi thought it was funny to shake me a bit, I don't think she knows just how close I came to throwing up on her.
Then the real fun came, I gave Kate a ride home. Just in time for all the bars and clubs to close. Not having lived there in a while, I forgot how many clubs and bars there are on 11th between Lincoln and Broadway. We get to Broadway and find tons of emergency vehicles and people being hauled away on strechers. The thing is, I didn't see any wrecked cars. Maybe because I was trying to drive and avoid drunk pedestrians walking out into the middle of a major street. But it looked like someone had plowed through a group of pedestrians.
So now we are on Broadway, there are around 200 people standing on the sidewalk outside a club spilling into the street. No one is paying attention to cars, Denver Health is there hauling people away to the drunk tank which makes me feel really good. Finally we get over to Bannock trying to get back over to 11th, one of the few streets that goes all the way throught to Speer because of all the construction down that way. By this point I am not only motion sick from the movie, but wicked nervous. Speer isn't much better. In fact my heart may have very well stopped for a brief moment when a guy next to me suddenly stops and goes flying across two lanes of traffic narrowly avoiding me as I swerve into the left lane trying to get away from him. The way back from Kate's wasn't much better. Sure for once I didn't feel nurvous driving next to a cop, but then he turned and a guy started tailgating me.
By the time I got home I was deathly white and a wreck.
Stupid University
Whoever decided that it would be a good idea to hold the finals for the math department on a Saturday morning is going to die a slow cruel death. Truth be told, I am suprised a riot didn't break out. People in other classes got coffee and doughnuts. Do you know what the 400 people taking their finals in the classroom I was in got? A test.
Although it could be worse. There were three classes in the classroom I was in. One class was allowed to use their pencils, nothing else (I would be so screwed! The only points I'd get would be for spelling my name right, and as many of you know there are times when I can't even get that right). One class was allowed to use their calculators. And then there was my class, calculators are ok, open note, open book. That means there is a chance I passed this thing! Seriously guys, Math for the Liberal Arts or "Math for people who don't understand math and try to avoid it at all costs" as it is better known, is like the best math class ever. Just wish they hadn't given the final on a Saturday.
take out your anger on Bush! and Britney Spears, Hitler, Bin Laden, Tony Blair and so on.
Its a game thats fun for the whole family!
My Youger Brother
Laying in bed talking to various people online, Dave came into my room with a wicked smirk on his face. After asking if he could use my computer, he grined again, turned around and mooned me. But this my friends was no ordinary mooning. No no. Dave had taken the time to write "fuck you" on his cheeks in thick, blue Sharpie marker, complete with red outline. He had obviously been planing this for some time.
While I was writing this, armed with the same sharpie marker, he has drawn boobs complete with pasties and "thug life" over his belly button on his white t-shirt, claiming that he is now the female Tupac.
Guys, crack kills.
I Don't Get It
I think my dad is pretending to be sick. For the past two days he has been complaining that he feels queasy, yet that didn't stop him from eating 3 chocolate chip cookies tonight and gnocchi with blue cheese sauce last night. Now it seems to me, that when you feel like you may very well vomit at any given moment, those are not things you want to eat. I know whenever I feel queasy, food of any kind is the last thing I want to look at, but maybe that is just me.
So while he was eating cookies and complaining that he felt sick, I thought about this whole situation. I realized that one of two things can be happening here, either a) he is faking it or b) he is pregnant. So being the smart ass that I am, I asked about the second option. He didn't laugh.
Argh...
Cell phones. Fucking cell phones!
I Always Thought Comet Was Kind Of A Prick
At has been a great couple of days. Thank you all for the book recomendations.
My composition teacher has joined my quest to reform the German department. I had a meeting with her on Monday to discuss my big portfolio that is due next week. We talked about it for about one minute, then moved on to our strategy of taking down the evil Tim Phillips. Man, I love her.
On Tuesday I was on the bus in downtown heading up 17th, I saw a group of business men and women in their nice work attire huddled around in a plaza. The plaza has these elevated blocks that they were using as forts during their snowball fight. Something about watching a group of business people act like little kids by having a snowball fight during their lunch break made me unbelievably happy.
Wensday was the 40th anniversary of Rudolph The Red Nosed Reindeer. Damn I love that show.
Thursday, went to composition where we are doing protfolio revisions until they are due next Thursday. Christine and I took this to mean, do origami, throw paper cranes at one another, discuss various teachers and classes, draw, giggle, play mash, make fortune tellers, ect. Ended up not going to my anthro class, instead Christine, Lauren and I took a field trip to the Student Union. All we were going to do was buy folders for the potfolio, thats it. But naturally were distracted by things like lab coats, stephacopes, giant paper clips, The Very Naughty Oragami Book (hahahaha!), gummi erasers, vibrating bison (you heard me) and books in the shape of a toilet seat.
When we finally left the bookstore we saw that just outside the door in the food court were tons of little kids, singing, dancing and getting their faces painted. And guess who else was there! SAAAAAAAAAAAAANTA!!!!!!!! Man, I wanna be in kindergarten again, those were the days. Christine wouldn't let Lauren and I go see Santa, instead we wandered over to North Classroom and where Christine went skipping around looking for Cup a Noodles and throwing sporks at us from the second floor, before Lauren and I headed to math.
And then there is today, not as much fun. I started Christmas shopping. Meaning I have bought one whole gift. GO ME!! I also looked all over for a Manohra to send Kiyomi as part of the P.O.O.P project. For those of you not familular with the P.O.O.P project, it stands for Permissable Objects Of Postability. What you do is take a random object, say a straw hat (which is the latest item I have recieved) write the recipiants address directly on the object and attach the postage. No boxes are allowed. I will try to put some photos up of things that have been sent another day. Unfortunatly for miss Kiyomi, the only manohra I could find was $50. I am not spending that much on a manohra for the P.O.O.P project and someone who isn't Jewish.
Now I am off to the dentist....dang.
