Snow Days and Farts

Yikes, this whole having classes ordeal is making my blogging suffer. Stay with me, folks. I swear it will get better. Eventually. We had tons of snow, and of course since classes were cancelled we all had to head to Colleen's with the booze and do a little bit of celebrating. Hence the pictures of the kitty getting drunk... it was a combination of boredom and drunkenness... Woopsie.

Yes, that's right. I said classes were cancelled. On Monday we had no class. On Monday night we checked the Salve Regina homepage and discovered that we would not be having class on Tuesday either. How excellent was that? We were only excited because this way we would not be missing out on one class more than the other. It was only fair. (*wink* Yeah that was definitely why we were excited. Ahem.) So no classes on Friday (I rule at schedule-making!!!), Saturday, Sunday, Monday or Tuesday. If I would have known that ahead of time, I would have gone home to Berlin to escape the snow. Ehhh... On second though, I would have missed out on snowed-in festivities. So it was worth it to stay. Hee hee!!

We did have class on Wednesday, however. Instead of moving my car from its spot in front of my apartment, I walked the mile and a half to class. Nik spent almost two hours digging out my car, after digging out his own for just as long, and I didn't want someone else to take the parking spot! (I'm such a parking-spot bitch...) So the snowbanks were up to my breas---.... armpits... and I was STILL walking in two inches of snow because on top of the three feet we got, last night it snowed AGAIN.... six more inches. Damn snow. Damn long walk. Damn parking spot envy.

So I just finished my homework...I'm reading the Canterbury Tales for my class. We were all assigned to a certain pilgrim, and we will each be studying our particular pilgrim in depth over the semester, until we know the character inside and out. Guess which one I got? The Summoner. Yep. Here is a description of the nasty dude:

"There was a Summoner with us at that Inn,
His face on fire, like a cherubin,
For he had carbuncles. His eyes were narrow,
He was as hot and lecherous as a sparrow.
Black scabby brows he had, and a thin beard.
Children were afraid when he appeared.
No quicksilver, lead ointment, tartar creams,
No brimstone, no boracic, so it seems,
Could make a salve that had the power to bite,
Clean up or cure his whelks of knobby white
Or purge the pimples sitting on his cheeks.
Garlic he loved, and onions too, and leeks,
And drinking strong red wine till all was hazy.
Then he would shout and jabber as if crazy."

Clearly I am a wise choice for accurate representation of such a person. Dressing up to play the part will require no costume whatsoever, and I can show up drunk. *wink*......*sigh* Oh and I forgot to mention... his tale (Canterbury Tales, duh)... he talks about farts. Quite extensively. Okay, so that part is accurate. We both like farts. Okay so we're long-lost twins... leave me alone, okay??!?!!?

We got really bored while being snowed in, and we managed to get Mikey interested in Amaretto Sours. He's two-fisting... kitty style.

Hey. Leave me alone. I still have our wreath on the door. And the snow decided that it was time to cover up the Christmas decorations.Crazy high winds.

Ummmm. No? Dammit! I can't even see the neighbor's car. And that brick deck in the picture? The one to the left? It's about 5 1/2 feet. Sooo.... Yeah.

My car is not loving this whole snow idea. We thought I wouldn't need snow tires in Newport. Turns out I might have to walk to class. Poop.

Blizzard of 2005

Holy crap. I don't know how much you all know about this blizzard we've been having here in the northern part of the country, but I can tell you first-hand that it blows the big one. So far we have about two feet of snow.... on an island that gets, on average, about a foot of snow during the entire winter. Everything has been shut down. No classes tomorrow, on Monday. Nothing is open. My car is covered in snow. The whole thing. Like, two feet on top of car, two feet on sides of car, and snow drifts covering the remaining car that was not previously covered. ABC6 said that Rhode Island and Massachusetts are in a state of emergency. Residents are strongly encouraged to stay off the roads, since winds of 40-60 mph cause whiteout conditions with all of the snow being blown around. The snow that fell was light, fluffy, and not good for snowman-making. Therefore, any snow that has already fallen becomes a playtoy for the violent winds. When the snow is somewhat wet, it all stays on the ground and the wind blows over it.... Not with this snow, however. Greaaaaaat. So we have two feet of snow that we can't even make giant snowmen with. What bullshit. *wink* So I read all of my Shakespeare assignment ahead of time, on a Saturday evening..... for nothing. Now THAT is crap. More snow updates, including pics, later on.

Me and Nik at Brick Alley Pub in Newport, RI.

We have officially been Smirnoffed...

L-R: Colleen, Kelly, Candice, Lindsay, Me.

Books to be read together...

First, before I do the Harry Potter post I promised (sorry Christie), I want to discuss some awesome books that are best read in pairs. Some works are amazingly complimented by each other for various reasons. Also, some books are best when read along with a work which may not be a particular novel or book, for example an essay or a bible passage.

For example, my first literary pair is The Poisonwood Bible, by Barbara Kingsolver along with the stories of Rachel and Leah from the Bible. In fact, this book is best read by someone who is familiar with religion and bible stories in general...particularly the idea of a Baptist-based religion, with its hellfire and brimstone sermons. I also highly recommend reading this post with enough time on your hands to check out all of the links I'm providing. For instance, the Poisonwood Bible link is a "Look Inside" link from Amazon.com which allows you, the reader, to take a peek into the first ten pages (approximately) of the novel. This gives you an excellent preview of the author's writing style as well as plot ideas.

The second pair of works that I LOVE is Moby Dick, by Herman Melville and Ahab's Wife, by Sena Jeter Naslund. (The Moby Dick link provides 30 pages of the novel, not including the text before the novel begins with "Call me Ishmael." You ought to get a good idea of how the novel runs by taking a peek at those pages. Ahab's wife has 6 pages of preview.) These books are both incredible, but in different ways. If I was a high school teacher or a college professor, I would teach these books together. I read Moby Dick in high school as a junior, and it took us 10 weeks to cover about half of the material. The book is a masterpiece. I highly recommend reading this first, and you should then proceed to pick up Naslund's novel, Ahab's Wife. Her work is the BEST book I have ever read. Everything about it, from the story, the characters, the idea itself, and ESPECIALLY the way in which it was published, makes it special to hold in one's hands. It is not a continuation of Moby Dick. It is the life of the wife of Ahab, and Naslund captures the woman with a detail unlike anything I've ever encountered. I say that the way it was published was amazing because the typeface, the illustration, the cover-design, the use of color red (as a third hue in the font aside from black and white) in the hardcover edition, and even the paper that the book is printed on.... all of these aspects which decide how the reader will be affected by the book.... everything was done to perfection. When I was 3/4 through the book, I began to read more slowly so that I could relish each last word. I didn't want it to end. An excellent pair of works for a summer break or vacation.

Another pair which I love is Lolita, by Vladimir Nabovok and Annabel Lee, by Edgar Allen Poe. I read Lolita in the summer of 2001 when I studied Forbidden Fictions in the Advanced Studies Program at St. Paul's School in Concord, New Hampshire (Kerry attended high school there). Lolita is an incredibly often-banned novel which focuses on the idea of a forty-ish man falling in love with a young girl about the age of 9 or 10. The novel is amazing, and if anyone wishes to buy and read this incredible book, I highly recommend the annotated version which I provided in my link, since Nabokov's writing is so full of allusion that no scholar could ever fully understand him without some form of notation available.

A pair of works which I actually had the opportunity to study here at Salve are The Odyssey, by Homer and Ulysses, by James Joyce. I took a class entitled Philosophy of Literature. When I saw it in the coursebook I almost messed my pants. Philosophy AND Literature?!?! In one course!?!? Golly day. Of course I took it. And how amazing that it was taught by Salve's most talented professor, Dr. James Hersh. We read bits of The Odyssey, and then we would switch over to the version written by Joyce. Of course, the story is quite different in Ulysses, but it follows the storyline of The Odyssey so closely that if one were to read Joyce's work without knowing Homer, one would never fully understand the importance of the novel.

Okay, one last one and then I'm off to bed. *wink* This is perhaps the best pair in the bunch. Moby and Ahab's wife are both excellent books, and the latter plays off of the former, but they tend to stand alone better than they stand together. (Some would say.) However, Jane Eyre, by Charlotte Bronte and The Eyre Affair, by Jasper Fforde are two books that absolutely MUST be read together. For example, Moby Dick could be read alone, and the reader would be absolutely fulfilled with Melville and nothing else. However, if one has read Bronte's work, one MUST go to the bookstore and pick up Fforde's work immediately! The Eyre Affair, as such, cannot be read without having a basis of understanding that could only be achieved by having read the original story at some point in one's life. I would attempt to summarize the idea of this novel, but I could never do justice to such a crazy plotline. Click the Eyre Affair link and read the back panel of the novel. (No, it won't give the book away. You'll never guess how this book turns out, so don't even try.) Go ahead. Read it. I'll wait..................

So yeah. Crazy huh? Yup. You want to buy it now, don't you? Hell, I should be requesting commission from Amazon by now. Jeez. For the latter pair, I would recommend reading (or re-reading) Jane Eyre and then going out and buying this new one. It's mind-boggling, and if you are a lover of literature as I am, you will totally appreciate all of Fforde's literary jokes. In the world he creates, literature is of utmost importance in society, such that jukeboxes are done away with, and they are replaced with machines which recite Shakespeare when a coin is dropped in. I Love It! Where does this world exist, again? Because I want to go there. Today. Oh, wait. I'm there. I have to read 100 pages of Shakespeare for Monday. My bad.

So, I'm sorry that my posting has been spotty and not up-to-par as of late. I have a terrible feeling that you will all get tired of me by the end of this semester, since I will not be able to post every day as I had in the past. Don't get me wrong, it's not that I don't want to. I've been spending tons of time doing homework ALREADY! Dammit! Of course, at night I would normally have tons of time to post once my homework is done, but we've all been heading to Colleen's every night to play UNO and sit around until bedtime. So no blogging for Tina. However, I do have some excellent pictures to post once I finish this up. Enjoy! (If we don't speak for a couple more days, I apologize ahead of time.)

He Likes It! Hey, Mikey!!

Yes, the kitty was taken away. I figured I would update this, since it's been awhile. See? Look at 'im!! Awwww what a face. I'm becoming one of those pathetic, although internet-saavy, old women who blog only about their feline friends. (Or, as they call them, their "precious babies"!!) Call me cat-lady. This boy has me all in a dither. He even convinced me, under pain of cat-clawing to go to Petco and buy him treats... (Shrimp flavor, please.) Yup, I was wrapped around his whittle pinky claw. Too bad his big, bad real-evil-like-momma came and got him. He very clearly did not want to go with her when she came. He had seen us packing up his junk, and he had gone and hid under the Christmas tree. (I know, we're losers because we just this weekend took it down.)

When she approached him with her arms out, screeching "Baaaaaaaabbbbbyyyy!!!" he hunkered down, trying to hide himself as best he could, and he gave Nik and myself the most pitiful don't-let-er-take-me-pleeeeeeeeaaaase! look. Once they were gone Nik and I pouted for about ten minutes before attacking the black futons (black + white cat = messy) with masking tape rollers. Note to self: Acquire one of the following.... a black cat and dark furniture, or a white cat and light-colored furniture, oooooorrrrrrr a hairless cat. No other options. We sure miss him, though. It was a slight consolation to know that, according to Colleen, he wouldn't go see anyone or climb into any laps or even play with his toys for about 2-3 days. I don't want him to be sad, but I'm glad that he missed us.

I want to write a literary-ish post about novels that are excellent to read "together", i.e. one after another. I still owe you the "why Harry Potter is the best series ever, in terms of spell etymology, plot development, and character development, among other reasons" post. However, as I was lying awake last night (Nik worked again) until 4:30 this morning, I was thinking about what I can post... other than "oooh I love the kitty and he poops a lot" junk. I'll see what I can do. Classes began today... Spring Semester! Since I actually had to get off my ass this morning, obviously I'm VERRRY tired, and I must lay down and read Lemony Snicket until Nik wakes up. :) Until next time, then...

Important Literary Works

I was on Catt's website and I saw a link for the Roundtable. Come to find out, it's an online book club! How freaking cool is that? Boy, was I excited. I read the archives, and noticed a list Literary Works. According to the Roundtable, "the list below contains the most 'famous' and most often studied literary works ever (according to data taken from college polls and literature examinations)."

Well, that sure got my attention. Unfortunately, the list is incomplete as of now. They have not posted the works after the letter G. I asked them to, however, and I can only hope that they will. We shall see. Also, their site's list was missing the names of the authors of many of the works. However, after a trip to Amazon.com, I was able to hunt down the authors' names. The list from A-G (the ones I've read are in blue) is as follows:



A Midsummer Night's Dream - William Shakespeare
The Age of Innocence - Edith Wharton
Adventures of Huckleberry Finn - Mark Twain
All My Sons - Arthur Miller
All the Pretty Horses - Cormac McCarthy
America is in the Heart - Carlos Bulosan
An American Tragedy - Theodore Dreiser
Anna Karenina - Leo Tolstoy
Another Country - James Baldwin
Antigone - Sophocles
Antony and Cleopatra - William Shakespeare
The Apprenticeship of Duddy Kravitz - Mordecai Richler
As I Lay Dying - William Faulkner
As You Like It - William Shakespeare
The Awakening - Kate Chopin
The Bear - Raymond Briggs
Beloved - Toni Morrison
Benito Cereno - Herman Melville
Billy Budd - Herman Melville
The Birthday Party - Harold Pinter
Bleak House - Charles Dickens
Bless Me, Ultima - Rudolfo Anaya
Brave New World - Aldous Huxley
The Bluest Eye - Toni Morrison
The Brothers Karamazov - Fyodor Dostoyevsky
Candide - Voltaire
The Caretaker - Thomas William Simpson
Catch 22 - Joseph Heller
Cat's Eye - Margaret Eleanor Atwood
Ceremony - Leslie Marmon Silko
The Centaur - John Updike
The Color Purple - Alice Walker
Crime and Punishment - Fyodor Dostoyevsky
The Crucible - Arthur Miller
Cry, the Beloved Country - Alan Paton
Daisy Miller - Henry James
David Copperfield - Charles Dickens
The Dead - James Joyce
Death of a Salesman - Arthur Miller
The Death of Ivan Ilyich - Leo Tolstoy
Delta Wedding - Eudora Welty
Desire Under the Elms - Eugene O'Neill
Dinner at the Homesick Restaurant - Anne Tyler
Doctor Faustus - Christopher Marlowe
The Dollmaker - Harriette Arnow
A Doll's House - Ibsen
Don Quixote - Cervantes
Dubliners - James Joyce
Emma - Jane Austen
An Enemy of the People - Henrik Ibsen
Equus - Peter Shaffer
Ethan Frome - Edith Wharton
The Eumenides - Aeschlyus
The Fall - Simon Mawer
A Farewell to Arms - Earnest Hemingway
Fathers and Sons - Turgenev
Frankenstein - Mary Shelley
Go Tell It On the Mountain - James Baldwin
The Glass Menagerie - Tennessee Williams
The Grapes of Wrath - John Steinbeck


Now I really hope that they post the rest. It is my goal to read all of them before my time on sweet earth is over. You never know! I could do it.

Insomniac

I can't sleep. *Pout face* Nik has been working nights this week... BJ's shipped him over to North Dartmouth to work overnight shifts so that he can get full time hours as well as travel and mileage pay. How nice of them. It truly is, however I have been left here alone these past few nights. I know, I shouldn't be whining. I normally wouldn't be, since I know that this is an opportunity that Nik (and his savings account) is in need of.

Alas, there's the rub. I cannot sleep. I thought that something this pathetic only happened to people in movies. Or to newlywed couples or people with glamorous excuses. However, I can't sleep. I haven't gotten to sleep before 4:30 since Monday. And then guess what happens? Nik comes home at 8, I sleep next to him until 1:00 or 2:00. Not good at all.

It's not even so much that I can't stop thinking about him or anything like that. It's not that romantic or complicated. It's just that I've been able to cuddle up with him for so long that now I can't seem to get relaxed without him next to me. *Sigh* Okay, so it sounds a little romantic. But it sure doesn't feel like it. Maybe I should light some candles and set the mood for me, myself, and I. But that isn't a good idea either, since the goal is to fall asleep. When the means is a candle and the goal is sleep, nothing good can come of this. Fire would be bad.

So, the solution... the Tina original. Drumroll, please. I am staying up tonight. And today. And I will be exhausted. And I will not sleep until tomorrow.... at 10:00 p.m. Yes, I will be very tired. But, I will also be able to get the sleep cycle back to normal before classes begin. The difficult part will be staying awake all night and all day....although when I was lying down in my bed tonight I couldn't get myself to feel the least bit tired. If my body starts to crave sleep, I'm gonna kick my own ass with caffeine. Hee hee.

Good news, though. One of my noteworthy blogs posted one of the funniest posts I've seen in a while. (This is right up there with HarleyWriter's post about the Vile Beast.) Janet, of The Art of Getting By, posted a letter to water. Yup. To water... You know Water. He's the one dripping from your leaky faucets, the one who did all the damage to Asia and California... That one. Water. She wrote water a letter. And it's awesome. Who thinks of these things?? I'm just joshin' ya, Janet. I love it!

So now I'm off to surf the blogosphere all night. Hopefully I'll come out of this with some excellent blog finds. You never know.

I Have Hit the Motherlode

It's official. Today (well, yesterday) I had almost 150 hits (so far). At first I was getting ready to post about having hit 100. I then realized that I had some time left before the end of the day. Goodness, gracious. I remember when I got 10 a day, and two of those were probably my Mom. It feels great to have had so many views in one day, and I wanted to thank you all very much for your interest in my little, ole blog. Love you guys!!

Just a thought, but perhaps this can explain Kitty's breath. But seriously, this is Mickey. His owner named him Mikhael Gorbachev, but don't worry about her. She's nutso...and probably a Communist. But Mickey is not. I just wanted to be sure you all didn't think this was a googled picture. Unfortunately, it was not. He's the real deal. Good, ole, stinky boy.

Kitty: Update

Yup, we still have the kitty. It's a kitty, not a cat. Not a pussy either. (I have to be so specific with some of you guys.) He's such a sweetie. I think I may cry if I have to give him back. I made a comment to Nik about telling the owner he snuck outside and got runnnnnned over.... and Nik didn't even object. He just nodded solemnly and said, "Yeah I don't want to give him back either."

Before anyone thinks we're mean people, lemme explain. The owner is not a friend of ours. She is not even a friend of our friend. I like her well enough, but she left this kitty alone for like 3 or 4 days before Colleen finally returned to Newport for New Year's. Who does that?!?! A cat is a responsibility. This is why Nik and I are *thiiiiiiis close* to telling her "NO, you can't have him back." Isn't there some way to protect poor kitty from evil-owner-lady?? *Pout*

I want to keep him even though he stinks up our bathroom more than Nik does....(cat box is in the bathroom where the rest of the bodily functions in this apartment occur)

I want him to stay with us even though when he cleans himself, like a good whittle bowy, it makes his fur stink a little because his breath is kinda stinky too.

I want to keep him even though he snores when he sleeps...louder than Nik. And he twitches when he sleeps, too. More than normal. He WOKE ME UP because he was all leaned up against me (as usual) and he was twitching so much that his whole body was shaking... but I didn't mind getting woken up because he was so funny. (And because I don't have classes yet.)

I want to keep him even though he's the clumsiest feline I've ever seen... And the stinkiest. And he looooves catnip. He licked his new catnip toy so much that it was discolored from the saliva... and now the toy stinks like wet catnip and stinky kitty breath.

I want him to stay because he lies on my chest in the morning and puts his paw over my mouth until I tell him what a good whittle bowy he is.

I want him to stay because if I'm in my bedroom getting dressed, he lies on my bed and curls up until it's time to move to another room. If I'm making dinner, he curls up on the rug by the door and waits until it's time to eat the dinner in the living room. When I'm eating dinner on the couch, he curls up in my lap and passes gas while I'm eating. This is followed by an innocent look that both he and I know is not so innocent.

I want him to stay because he makes me laugh even when I'm here all alone. I was in the bathroom the other day (I wouldn't normally tell you this, but it's important to the story...let's say I was brushing my hair) and I heard a loud noise in the kitchen. I was here alone. Pffffffft. Oh. My. God. The cat just farted louder than I knew cats could... And then he dashed into the bathroom to his litter box and pooped. Whew.... that was close. I laughed until tears were streaming down my face. Again with the innocent look.

Cats are great. This one is the best. MY best. I honestly think I'll cry if I have to give him up. We shall see. Unfortunately, I cannot hope to keep him. Alas, he is someone else's stinky cat.

I will miss him.

Template Changes are Gooooood

See, I always get sick of the way things look, and then I want to change things around. For example, I used to rearrange the furniture in my bedroom back home at least once every two months. I'm going to be one of those housewives some day who changes the living room around three times a year, and I bet I'll always be redecorating...I have a feeling.

I hope you all can bear with me while I get sick of one template and change it to something else. Don't worry...I know you were all desperate to make sure that my teenage-Asian-girl Doodle Board was still there. It is. You can rest easy. I know that Moocow and Christie will be pumped. And look! The pink and glitter is there now too. You love it. Ha.

I actually have a picture set up with my blog title on it and everything. I simply have no idea how to get it all onto my own unique template. I can figure out html well enough, but I can't design my own site from scratch. *sigh*...someday. Until then, enjoy my new template.

And I'm sorry about all the amazing comments I continue to lose. I appreciate all of them, and I hope that you guys don't stop leaving them, since I can't seem to keep them for very long. For the record, I've decided to go back to using regular, old Blogger comments. I like to be notified via email when I get a new one. Enjoy, folks!

Look at how nerdy I am...

Wow. And when I took this test, I thought that I would most definitely get around a 40...based on the nerdy scores of some girls whose blogs I read. I blame Cameron, my ex-boyfriend, who is responsible for some of my answers. He is an astronomical/aeronautical engineering major at M.I.T. Cool kid, but a nerd. I also blame Nik, who is also a huge computer nerd. Clearly none of this is my fault. *wink*

My Encounter With Violence

I spoke with Christie on AOL Instant Messenger the other night, and I promised her that I would tell MY scary story, since she had divulged her gunshot story. While it certainly is not of the same caliber, it is my personal encounter with violence.

I should begin by saying that although I grew up in a small town, I am not the type of girl who allows herself to be walked on. I was made fun of quite a bit when I was younger, and there were even some instances in which girls threatened to "beat me up". Interestingly, upon calling them on it, beatings strangely never occurred. They were all talk. I was aware, however, that not everyone in this world threatens without following through. I would find out first-hand one night in Springfield, Massachusetts. Still, I will say again that I will NOT allow people to walk all over me. It happened too many times when I was younger. I will not deal with this kind of treatment as an adult.

So what the hell was a small-town chickie like me doing in Springfield, Mass? Nikolas acquired his Bachelor's degree in Criminal Justice at Western New England College. During his junior year there, I was a freshman at Salve. I had taken a bus from Providence to Springfield in order to visit him. We decided to go and see 8 Mile at a local theater because it had just come out that day. Bad idea. For those of you who were locked in your closet in 2002, plot summary includes a white rapper (Eminem) who is trying to make it in Detroit, a predominantly black city. Result??? Watching this movie in a predominantly black city such as Springfield = Horrible idea. We were two of four people in a 200+ seat cinema who were white.

Normally, Nik and I would not have even noticed. Seriously. No big deal. However, as soon as the movie began, we were MADE to notice. A raisinette (or other movie-going candy) fell abruptly on Nik's head and bounced off from being thrown so hard. He glanced at me out of the corner of his eye and muttered, "Ignore it." I turned back to the movie. One more candy whizzed by my ear, and another one landed in my lap. Nik was hit with another. And another. Curious (naturally... who wouldn't turn around and see who is throwing candy?) to see who was doing this, I turned around in my seat and glanced around at the people behind us and the people way up above us (stadium seating).

Immediately, as if she was waiting for me to turn around, a girl (I will allow you to form your own judgements as to "race", since it really could have been anyone) leans forward aggressively and says loudly, "What you lookin at, Bitch?" Huh. No way this chick just called me a bitch randomly out of the blue. (At least get to know me first, and then I'll be the 1st person to agree with you...) Assuming this is the lingo or something, I respond, "I wasn't even looking at you, Bitch, so calm yourself and watch the movie."

*Shakes head and laughs out loud* This girl was waiting for something like this to happen. She turns to her friends and says to them, "Ooooooooh no. This Bitch did NOT just say what I think she said." She leans to me again and practically yells in my ear, "You do NOT call me a Bitch." Wow. This chick has about a 64 IQ. I respond, "Um... hello?? You called ME a Bitch." She says, "Yeah. I can call YOU whatever I want, but you will not call me a bitch." I laughed. Hard. Nik looked at me like I had about five heads, but it was all too funny to me. She had to be the dumbest person I had ever met. Who does that?

I think the laughing pissed her off. For the next five minutes, all Nik and I could hear behind us was this chick mouthing off to her friends about how I was gonna get my ass kicked in the parking lot after the movie. Whatever. All talk. Besides, by the time the movie was over, the "argument" (I use the term loosely because I think of an argument as being a somewhat-educated banter of opposing opinions, and this was clearly not that) had occurred about 2 hours prior. Quite the calming-down period. Or so I thought.

Another interesting thing about this story is that the parking lot of this movie theater is HUGE. There are about 20 large cinemas inside the theater, all with stadium seating. Obviously, lots of people come to see movies there. Obviously, lots of cars. Big parking lot. What are the chances that this chick's car would be in the row across from us? Pretty slim. Guess I was just that lucky.

So we walked out of the theater at our normal pace. No way I was going to run to the car, just in case she still wanted to kick my ass. Nope. So we walked. And we got to the car. As usual, Nik walked over to my side of the car, and he opened it for me, waiting for his kiss just as he does every time I get into his car. I kissed him, and just as I pulled back to look at him, a girl (not the one with all the vulgarity spewing from her trap) walks up to us and starts bitching. "Why you call my friend a bitch? Why you gotta do dat?" I looked at her and spoke kindly.

I explained in normal-people words *wink* that it had been a misunderstanding. I told her that I KNEW (which I didn't) that they had not been the ones to throw candy at us, and I explained that I simply turned around to see who it had been. I was not even looking at her friend. The girl told me that I shouldn't have called her a bitch. I told her, "Well, if she prefers not to be called that, then she shouldn't start a conversation with someone by using that word." The girl nodded, and the next thing I knew, I saw the "bitch-girl" come running around the side of Nik's car at me. I felt a sharp, jabbing pain in the side of my head, directly on my right temple.

My brain was screaming. It was all as if everything was happening in slow-motion. Nik heard me scream, and he turned around. The girl wound up and punched me again, trying to hit the same spot but hitting me instead slightly higher on my head. By now Nik realized what had been happening right behind him, and he tried to shield me with his arms. However, the girl was able to hit me one more time right on top of my head.

I would love to say that I punched her right in the mouth. LOL. But I didn't. It's not even that I would have been incapable of doing so. I could have punched her back. But when I get into these situations, my body becomes very calm. I would not have hit her. In my mind, she had enough problems in her life if her form of entertainment was picking out random white chicks and deciding to beat on them. Instead of feeling intense hate, I started to feel intense pity. I felt sad. Mostly because something like this was happening to me. But also because I wondered what kind of life this girl had if she felt she needed to display her strength by running around behind someone while they are talking and then punching them in the head.

Right after the third hit, she literally turned around, and she ran back to her car. A HUGE black guy was driving, and he had been standing next to their car the whole time. Nik suspected that he had a gun ready in case Nik started to get violent with the girl, but we'll never know. Truthfully, Nik did not have time to react. The girl hit me in the head three times, and then she ran to the car and they drove away. Weird.

I find it odd that this happened to me. My other roommate, Lindsay, was raised in Springfield. She's lived there all her life. Has she ever been attacked? No. And if you knew Lindsay, you would know that she would have reacted in the same way that I did... The only difference being that she would have been possibly more vocal than me. My only guess is that this was supposed to happen. I was intended to see what kind of life some people have. I am very lucky. I was raised in a safe area, and I will never have to resort to violence to improve my ego and my reputation. Some people do.

For those of you who stuck with me and read the whole post, thank you. I know it was a long one, and I appreciate your interest. Leave comments. Until next time....

Talula and Jessie

This seems like a funny time to bring this up, given the recent events with Bathroom Reading, but I would like to point out two blogs that I have come across tonight. I like them both, and they both have been added to my Noteworthy Blogs. Check out Talula_Belle here. And go to see Jessie's blog here.

Good night, all.

Me and Nikolas... on New Year's Eve, 2004

Bloggers, Rich Cab Riders, and Tourists

What developments! Check out how Bathroom Reading updated his post, after I whined. *wink* I simply don't like being crossed out like that! However, this immense apology is somehow satisfying. I tend to think it was done a bit tongue-in-cheek, but perhaps this was the point. Understandably so, as well. I AM quite the whiner, eh?? (Canadian accent intended.) Either way, the acknowledgement was much appreciated. Muchos gracias!

Also, if you are a comment reader (and leaver, as you all should be!) then you will notice that the esteemed Heroine Girl made a visit and even left me a comment. I'm not one to normally be star-struck, but I was thrilled! Why? When a site has about 57,000 hits, and at any given time has approximately 100 users online at one time, reading her posts, I get a bit impressed. I felt like a 12-year-old girl meeting Britney Spears or something. I take that back... no one would want to be compared to Britney... and I wouldn't do that to anyone. However, I was very pleased. This girl is amazing. Her story is inspiring. And she is a finalist in the Best of Blog (B.O.B.) Awards, in the Most Inspirational Blog category. You can go to vote for her (which you all should) here.

Last night Colleen called around dinner time. (Hi, Colleen! *grin*) She had a favor to ask. Her roommate, the actual owner of the kitty in the picture below, had still not arrived back in Newport, and Colleen could not get in touch with her. Since she wanted to go home today, she wondered if Nik and I would be willing to take the cat here, until sometime next week. YAY! We were more than willing...we want to steal him away forever. So, we have a feline companion for the weekend and perhaps longer. So excited...

So she bought the kitty over, along with poop box, food, and toys. Then, we all sat down in the kitchen to some Chicken and Dumplings that Nik made. Yum! Dessert: my Oreo pie. Double Yum... Aaaaaaand then we had drinks. Frozen Strawberry Daquiris. And then some Pina Coladas. In about two and a half hours, we were all buzzing and craving White Castle burgers... (Two guesses what movie we watched.)

Since the nearest White Castle is about 3 hours away, and since we were all too drunk to drive anywhere anyway, we walked around the block to Nikolas Pizza. (Yes, same spelling as Nik's, and yes great pizza and food. And no, we got no discount for having a Nikolas in the party.) After our bellies were full with cheese fries, pizza, and chicken fingers, we headed back. On the way, we saw something that we probably shouldn't have laughed at.... but we did. Who could resist this?

A couple, dressed to the nines for a night on the town (most likely on their way home, given the hour that we saw them), and VERY rich-looking, got out of a car that drove away. The man pulled his cell phone out and dialed. Angered and bewildered that this was happening to the likes of HIM, he said, "Yes, um, your driver just kicked us out of the cab." We all glanced at each other out of the corner of our eyes, and suppressed what would have been a loud and joyous, drunken laugh. Oh, Newporters are so great to laugh at. And if it wasn't a local.... even better. Tourists are even more fun. This may sound mean, but if you only knew what Newport tourists can be like.... Well, let me tell you a story...

I despise tourists. I grew up in an area of NH that tourists frequent. I worked for five summers at a tourist attraction, catering to their every needs, and being yelled at many times for crimes I did not commit. "What do you mean, my child is not tall enough to ride the roller coaster?? He's only one inch short! Look! His hair is touching!" Listen, SIR, I would love nothing more than to tell you to go right the f*^& ahead and put him on that ride. However, it's not YOU who is holding me back. It's not even my boss who is holding me back. Nope, not our insurance company, either. It's my conscience. This ride is NOT SAFE for Johnny. It was not designed for two year olds. He could be injured, and I would never forgive myself. Honest injun. Anyway, I digress. (Tourists are mean, cruel, rude, and care nothing for their own children. Kidding. But they CAN suck at times.) So, in case you didn't get the point, I don't like tourists.

I especially don't like them when they stop their car in the middle of Bellevue Avenue (one of the most popular streets to drive down in Newport, since this is where the famous Newport Mansions can be found) in order to take a picture. In the middle of the goddamn road! Car in park, door still open, and traffic backing up.... Oh. My. God. A middle-aged man, is taking a picture of a HOUSE.... Dude, it's not even a famous mansion! It's some person's house! How about I come to back to Jersey with you and take pictures of YOUR house, and park my car in the middle of the road on YOUR way to work. See how you like it then. Some people are so stupid. Unfortunately for me (and my fellow Salve students), Salve is located off of Bellevue Avenue. We're right in the midst of all of the mansions, which is nice in a way, but when the tourists are flocking, it sucks big ones...

Until next time, then.

Daaaaamn. That sucks.

Whoa now. I can understand making a mistake. It happens. Sometimes I, too, forget where I had read something, when it's been a long night in the blogosphere. However, this is a little rough. Yikes.

And all I did was enjoy it and add it to my list of noteworthy blogs! I will be the first person to give Christie the credit for that amazing blog find. I loved it, and it was added. But I can't help be a little put off over the title of Bathroom Reading's post. What poo! :)

In all honesty, however, I can see how such a mistake could be made. I sometimes wonder if Christie and I are long-lost sisters or something. She makes comments that I make, myself, but have never used in a blog. She has similar interests... and a similar sense of humor. (She's funnier, though.) She's awesome. My favorite fellow blogger, actually.

So, my angst lies solely in the idea off the crossout. Tina... nope.... lets draw a big, fat, red line through HER name... CHRISTIE has Good Taste. Dammit that sucks! :)

Kids! They're Che-a-a-a-p!

And yes, this is retro Tony.

The Art of Being a Lump

Okay, I just read probably one of the most entertaining blog posts ever. You all must check it out. It even has pirates in it! Yay! Go to Waxing Pathetic and leave comments.

I've been highly successful as of late. Successful in what? you may ask. In the art of being the biggest lump on the face of the planet. I need an agenda or something. The Fed-Ex guy came to my door today so that I could sign for a package for the guy upstairs. It was 12:30. I had just rolled out of bed. And I KNOW that he could tell. Yup, that's me. Sexy as hell. (Not that my goal in life is to be sexy for the Fed-Ex guy, but it would be nice to look presentable for a stranger.)

At least we have food in the apartment now. Ramen, other soup, pasta, chicken, salad, sandwich meats, etc... ooooh yum. We even bought cereal. Finally. There's a weird story about my cereal habits. See, my habits and preferences for cereal have become totally ass-backwards over the course of my life. When I was little, yeah, I ate the Lucky Charms and Frosted Flakes. However, I also ate mostly granola and whole grain cereals when Mom bought them. Those were the ones I ate if they were in the cabinet. However, now that I'm finally an adult who would normally be eating the adult cereals, I only eat children's cereals like Honey Smacks and Reese's Peanut Butter Puffs. Why? Because when I was little, Mom bought the cereal. Mom would spend $4 on a box and never think twice. It was normal. Now, I buy my own cereal, and the granola and whole grain adult cereals are never on sale. Therefore, I never buy them. In the cupboard right now??? Frosted Flakes and Honey Smacks. 2 boxes for $4. Sale items. Great cereal, and I'm totally cool with eating the frosted cereals. However, I find it funny that the only times in my life I ever ate the adult cereal was when I was five. Go figure.

At some point in the future I'm going to have to write a post about the Intellectual Harry Potter. Seems some readers have considered Harry, but seen the movies and decided against it. No, no, no, people. Movie = Great to watch once completely enthralled with Harry BOOKS. Books = New vision of children's literature altogether. Latin-based spells, good vs. evil, a highly developed moral plot = the greatest series I have ever encountered. No lie. So sometime soon (hopefully) I will sit down and discuss, as I did for Lemony Snicket, the intellectual side of these not-such-children's-books. Until then.....

Ooooh, don't you love previews??? ^_^

Best TV show ever. Many laughs.

King of Queens

One of my favorite TV sitcoms is King of Queens. It's so down-to-earth, and it's absolutely hilarious. I was just watching it, and I had to give you all a quote. Carrie manages to get an appointment with the area's best gynocologist after being on the waiting list for a year. When Doug's cousin, Danny, overcharges him for some landscaping that he did, Carrie is worried that she will lose the doc as her gyno. So Doug and Deacon are talking at work about what is so great about this guy....

Doug: So what does this guy do that's so amazing?
Deacon: I dunno. He's calming and he puts them at ease.
Doug: I see.
Deacon: He's like the Vagina Whisperer or something.

Classic. Llol.

I loved this movie. Who'd-a-thunk?

Harold and Kumar go to White Castle

We just spent an hour and a half watching a movie that I at first suspected that I would absolutely hate. Turns out I laughed hysterically. Go figure. Of course, I had to sit through 3 tittie scenes, which contained four pairs of breasts altogether. Honestly, I really couldn't care less about how many breasts I see in a movie. I understand that in order to appeal to the young, male teenager crowd, directors would be stupid to not include those types of scenes. I can deal. I've seen boobs before, and I'll see them again. (It's kinda hard to avoid 'em when you're female.)

So, how did I find this movie worthwhile, you may ask? First of all, the movie was Harold and Kumar Go To White Castle. You know, the movie where the two young guys decide to go out for some White Castle burgers and they spend all night getting there? It's one of those stoner, boobie, Dude Where's My Car flicks. However, somehow the humor in this movie really amused me. I laughed my butt off.

I can appreciate a movie that dispells American stereotypes. I think that more than it being a movie about burgers and marijuana, it's a movie about moving ourselves past the prejudices we, as a society, have formulated. No, seriously. I was impressed. I, myself, was guilty of automatically making assumptions about Asian and Indian men, for example. Not because I wanted to. Because pop culture is terrible for it. This movie portrays a young, Asian man (Harold) who is a bit of a perfectionist. His roommate and friend (Kumar) is messy and less reserved. However, by the end of the movie, I had been presented with two extremely cool, hip, young men.

I realize that this makes me sound like some kind of Aryan nation advocate. This is definitely not the case. (This reminds me of a Seinfeld episode involving O'Brien and Murphy.) I am far from it. I am simply a product of American culture. You know the type. The Most Extreme Elimination and Comedy Central watchers. Not that these shows and channels are bad. It is all quite funny. However, I find that they tend to simply further our stereotypes. I want to make sure that no one reads me the wrong way.

I was excited, to say the least, that we have finally been given a movie that young people will watch, enjoy, and (whether subconsciously or not) break down their mental barriers with. Besides, it really is hilarious. I think this will be a movie to watch during a beer night. Kinda like the Big Lebowski. Heh. We once played a drinking game in which we took a swig every time someone said the word "Dude". You have no idea how much beer that packs away. "Dude, the Dude is not in, Dude." Crazy.

So yeah. If you want a movie that cracks you up, watch Harold and Kumar Go To White Castle. You will love. I think everyone was bored tonight. Bathroom Reading watched Wimbledon, and Chelse watched Wicker Park. It was a snowstorm, movie-watching night. And a good one, at that.

Playing cards on New Years' Eve...

Ooooh. It's Nik and Colleen's cat. Cutest ever.

Friends, Felines, Lend Me Your Ears

I promised at least one picture of our New Year's night, so there ya go. That's me in the pink, with Stacie, Teresa, and Colleen. I love how I was too festive to drink out of a blue cup. I wanted wine glasses, dammit! Heh... it wasn't even wine. It was a strawberry Daquiri. Yummmm.

You will notice another picture of Nik and Colleen's cat. Think he likes cats? Think cats like him? As you can see, they are both the life of the party. Hee hee. I'm kidding. The cat-napping (har har) picture was taken the night of January 1. We had Jell-O shots still in the fridge, and there was still much, much booze left over, so we drank again. Two nights in a row! Nik got tired. The kitty did too. Awwww.

My posting of the kitty picture is not so much to show cutesie pictures of friends and cats as it to embarrass the crap out of Nik... *evil laugh* Online, sleeping, and curled up with a...... feline. (I was going to use another *cat* word here, but decided against it. *hee hee*) So enjoy, Blogger community. It is kinda cute, you must admit. Lame for a post, but cute. :-P

Wow. I wonder if any of Bill's comic readers

ever understood this cartoon...
Click on the image to be able to read the text.

The Intellectual Lemony Snicket

In an old post which I cannot provide a link for (because I cannot remember in what month it occurred), the Moocow discussed something in terms of being like a sword of Damocles. I was so impressed, I could hardly contain myself. Someone who knows of the myth and can use it in everyday conversation?!? My goodness.

At Salve Regina University, I am an English Literature major and a Philosophy minor. I love mythology (particularly Greek) and this Damocles story is a great one, with a great moral to it. However, many people have never heard of it. Thus, my surprise that the Moo had. *wink*

I've been discussing Lemony Snicket as of late. In The Wide Window, for example, Snicket tells the story of the Baudelaire orphans sitting on Damocles' Dock, waiting for something. The illustrator, Brett Helquist, drew an awesome picture of the children, portraying them sitting on the dock. There is a sign above their heads which says, fittingly, Damocles' Dock. However, the best part is that there is a large sword hanging from the sign, directly above Violet Baudelaire's head. This is the kind of humor that prevails throughout the Series of Unfortunate Events. These are clearly immense nods to parents over the heads of children. I love it!

Also, the children's surname is Baudelaire. This is also clearly a nod to Charles Baudelaire, the author of Les Fleurs du Mal (The Flowers of Evil), La Vita Nuova and other poetry. Lemony Snicket dedicates his novels to a woman, clearly dead, named Beatrice. Baudelaire wrote of Dante, in La Vita Nuova, whose life-long love was for a woman named Beatrice. Why is she clearly dead? Because the dedication reads that way in the beginning of each novel. For example, in The Vile Village, it reads, "For Beatrice --- When we were together I felt breathless. Now, you are." Great humor. Love it. Indeed, Dante's true love died at a young age as well, leaving him scarred.

I love educated humor. The Baudelaires' parents perish in a terrible fire (this occurs in the first 5 pages of the first novel, so I'm not ruining anything for you all). Their situation is left in the hands of a family friend whose name is Mr. Poe. Clearly Edgar Allen Poe. One of Mr. Poe's boys' names is Edgar. I love this stuff.

The Baudelaire orphans meet some friends in Book 5, The Austere Academy. Their names are Duncan and Isadora. Sound vaguely familiar? Isadora Duncan was a famous dancer, who also wrote poetry. Unfortunately, Duncan died a famous yet tragic death when her scarf became caught in the wheel of the car she was riding in, resulting in a broken neck and being dragged for several long seconds before anyone noticed. Hopefully the Baudelaire childrens' friends will not die similar deaths. Yikes.

There are many more allusions in these books, I am sure. However, these are the interesting ones I have noticed thus far. Hope you've enjoyed, or at least....learned something. *wink*

This is a picture of my Pumpkin Coach, and my castle is in the background. As you can see, my dress is a lovely blue. As you can also see, this is not me in this picture, however it might have been me the day before. Heh...

Just Call Me Cinderella

Since Christie has a friend who plays a professional princess at work, I figured that I would provide those of you who do not know me with a little background information. See, while I do not have a job right now, I did have one at one time. I worked at Story Land in New Hampshire for five summers...when I was 15 until I was 19.

You have to be a certain kind of person in order to succeed at SL. Outgoing, friendly, willing to help, outgoing, hard-working... did I mention outgoing? Why? For example... not many 15 year old girls (grown women, for that matter) appreciate having their picture taken. It's especially difficult to have it happen 500 times in one day. It's even worse when you're wearing a 20 lb dress, a tiara that leaves gouges in one's head (along with the world's worst migraine), hoop skirts (yes, hoops), and uncomfortable shoes. Despite the long dress, Cinderella cannot wear sneakers because, alas!, the little girls are simply DYING to see your glass slippers. White sandals are disappointing enough. Sneakers would be downright confusing.

I've endured many pictures in my life. It's not just the act of having the pics taken that is nerve-wracking... worse is the knowledge that these pictures with Cinderella go in scrap books, family albums, and even in cute picture frames to be placed at the bedside of little Madeline, age 4. I can even attest to this...I worked at Marshalls last year, and I worked with a girl whose mother said to me..."You look very familiar. Have we met before?" The way she looked at me, I had a suspicion.

Me: Do you have any small children?
Ashley's Mom: Yes... why do you ask?
Me: Just an idea... ever been to Story Land?
A.M.: YES! We go every year!
Me: Ever meet Cinderella?
A.M.: *gasps in delight* You're Cinderella! We have pictures of you with the girls!

Wow. What a total mindf&*k. It may not seem all too out of place, however Story Land is a good four hours from Newport, RI where they live. It was slightly skeevy knowing that I am in their family albums. Especially because in one day, with 500 pictures, I am bound to blink, sneeze, have mouth twitches, and there may even be pics out there in SL family album hell, where a booger is waving in the breeze. I wouldn't doubt it. Little kids are crawling with germs, and of course, while giving my many hugs, I've had everything from runny noses, tears, vomit, and even pee end up on the front of my dress. I hope SL power washes those gowns....and soaks them in some sort of anti-bacterial SOMETHING. *Shivers* Eck.

I jest. I am honored to be in so many albums. I truly am. I simply have little faith in my picture-taking capabilities. Cinderella was not the only job I had at the amusement park, but it was certainly the most interesting. While looking for the link to provide for you all, I realized that I am on the SL website. Woo hoo!! A couple of years ago, the park organized an alumni party, in which they invited EVERY Story Land employee they have ever had. Apparently they keep excellent records over in the office. It was done to celebrate the park being open for 50 years. Quite the accomplishment, especially since most of the clientele are not from around the NH area. They have regulars who come every summer from all over the country. Why? Awesome cast members, of course! *wink*

So, I found a picture of me. It is a group picture, in which I am standing amongst Story Land's finest Cinderellas. There were women there who had been Cinderella back when the Pumpkin Coach was powered by real horses! I was very impressed, and I felt that I was in good company. So here we are. We're the lovely ladies at the top of the page. I am at the bottom, in a green tank, all the way to the left. See? Not even looking at the camera. To give myself some credit, we were making SL history by simply BEING TOGETHER, and there were literally about 20 cameras flashing at top speed. Even for Cinderella, it's quite difficult to look at all of them at once. Trust us, we've tried.

Other jobs that I did included working in Rides, where I operated many fine machines. HA! Yep, Dr. Geyser's Remarkable Raft Ride, Bamboo Shutes, the Polar Coaster, the Story Land Queen (a large swan boat at the bottom on the hill where the castle is...it's NOT on tracks, and it takes a day to learn how to not crash it), the train, Safari, Dutch Shoes, and Alice's Teacups (I was Alice, too).

One particularly interesting day occurred when I was Alice. It was a Wednesday, and it was rainy. Tuesday had been my Cinderella day. Wednesday was my friend, Stacy's, Cinderella day. Luckily for little Emily, her magical wonder was not dashed to pieces upon walking into the castle expecting to see Tina-Cinderella (whom she had drawn a lovely picture for, on her restaurant placemat) and seeing Stacy-Cinderella instead. Stacy immediately recognized her confusion, and she raced bravely to the rescue. She asked the girl's name and how old she was. The girl replied politely (she was four) and whispered in her ear, "Where is the real Cinderella?" Without missing a beat, Stacy explained that the real Cinderella was in disguise as Alice that day, since the evil stepsisters were thought to be visiting.

Emily nodded solemnly, thanked the imposter, and led her parents out of the castle in search of Alice's teacups. Since it was raining, the teacups were non-functional, and I had to clean the area instead. Upon seeing Cinderella in disguise, in a raincoat, and cleaning, Emily was convinced that the imposter Cinderella had told the truth. (Stacy had called me and warned me that Emily would no doubt be there to see me as soon as her little legs could walk there.) She very bravely approached me, and I knelt down on the wet pavement to give her a big ole I'm-really-Cinderella-but-call-me-Alice-for-now hug. She had tears in her eyes (I swear to God) as she asked me if there was any sign of my stepsisters. It was all I could do to not cry myself.

Emily: *whispering very softly* Hi, Cinderella.
Me: Hello Emily.
Emily: *to Mom and Dad* She remembers my name.
Me: Of course. Prince Charming loved the picture you drew for us.
Emily: *proud smile....stares shyly at Hello Kitty sandals*
Me: Thank you so much for visiting me.
Emily: I'm sorry you have to clean, Cinderella.
Me: *choke* It's okay, sweetie.
Emily: *nods solemnly*
Me: I love your sandals. Perhaps I will ask my Fairy Godmother for some to wear to the ball tonight.
Emily: *delighted smile... small giggle...* There's a ball tonight?
Me: Of course. And Hello Kitty is my favorite.
Emily: *small giggle* Me too, Cinderella.
Me: You have fun today, okay? And no worrying about the evil stepsisters. They're afraid of the Mad Hatter.
Emily (and parents): *giggle* Bye Cinderella.

I loved that job. It was quite difficult most of the time. It's the hardest job in the whole park. I would know...I did many of them. However, it truly was the most rewarding. I hope Emily still remembers her Cinderella. I know I'll never forget her....

I'm on fire! ^_^

Your Element Is Fire

Your passion and emotion are as obvious as the brightest flame. You make sparks fly, and your passion always has the potential to burst out. You are exciting and creative - and completely unpredictable. You sometimes exercise control, and sometimes you let yourself go. Friends describe you as sensitive, spirited, and compulsive. Bright and blazing with intensity, you seem mysterious and moody to many.

What's Your Element?

Maxine...ringing in the New Year

in style, as always.

Dratted day :-\

Seems as if a job is not in the cards for me. This, honestly, pisses me off to no end...especially since I started applying a long time ago, and no one has been good enough to get back to me. Who does that? Two weeks without returning my phone calls only to find out that someone was supposed to tell me a long time ago that they were not hiring? Kiss it, peeps. I've had enough. I would have given up a long time ago, except that I really do need another job. Oh well.

I would write about more, but honestly there is nothing to discuss. Life is boring right now, and I am more than ready to resume classes. However that will not be happening for another 2-3 weeks. Eck. I'm still reading. A lot. Even this tends to get a little tiresome (reading for 4-5 hours at a time makes the eyes sleepy), and there is very little food in the apartment. With no money to spare in the savings account due to my unemployment, money needs to be saved for bills and rent. Great times... we don't even have Ramen anymore. We're getting down to the bare essentials.

For some strange reason I'm depressed today. Feeling fat, useless, and without a sense of humor. Maybe I should head to Moocow's blog for a good laugh. His blog always makes me laugh out loud. I even woke Nik up one night when I was reading at 3 o'clock in the morning. He was not impressed, but I couldn't stop giggling... I sure could use a giggle right about now. Poo.

Until later then...

New Year, 2005

Happy New Year, Everyone!!!

The party at Colleen's was small, but intimate. (Not in that way, you guys!) Hee hee. There were only five of us, but we had a great time. Around 12:45, we decided to go for a walk to check out another party that was supposed to be happening at a local, Newport club. On the way, we passed by the Firehouse (a Salve Regina party hotspot) and we were invited up by some guys that were in the window on the third floor. We went up, met some cool people, and we had some free drinks, which is always a plus, no matter where you go. *wink*

We decided to continue on, and we eventually turned back. Around 2:30, we wandered back to Colleen's, all of us very much drunk. Nik and Stacy both fell asleep on Colleen's couches, and Teresa, Colleen, and I played some more card games before deciding, around 3:15, that it was time for bed.

And so, here I am, at almost four o'clock in the morning, still drunk, and blogging...Janet would be proud. *wink* At some point, when Nik downloads the pictures from tonight onto the computer, I will be able to post some pictures of tonight's rendevous. Until then, HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!