I never have been one to crave money or material things. Sure there's a thing or two that would be nice to have, that I might even want, but I've never felt a "need" for them.

I very much need to be more financially stable right now. I have more than enough money to just get by on, barring more run-ins with the law, considering that I pay 3 bills a month, one of which is a $4.95 subscription to ESPN Insider and Magazine. But I cannot stand living at home. My brother is driving me much less crazy, but still is. I think that the only time this house ever gets cleaned is when it is done by yours-truly, which I did today.

Today I vaccuumed the entire house, and as per usual I guilt my dad in to cleaning the kitchen (a room that I rarely ever use, considering that I eat most of my meals at the restaurant that I work at) after I have cleaned the house. I scrubbed my brother and my bathroom, I even mopped. I cleaned my room and vaccuumed it. Which is why I was so surprised to see the light on in my room when I came home, and when I opened the door it was like a disaster zone. Obviously the doings of litte miss adorable Dixie.

So why am I mad at my family that my puppy tore up my room? It is a very well established fact that Dixie is not allowed to run freely about my room unless I am home. Most of the time when I am gone she is locked up in her kennel (in my room), and sometimes, increasingly as she has gotten older, she is allowed to run about the house with the other dogs. With my door shut.

I can tell you are still confused, she is my puppy, why isn't she allowed in my room? Well, I have been in a moving around and cleaning process for about a month now. Which means that a lot of stuff is on the floor or in puppy's reach of the floor. She doesn't tear anything up when I am here, so she is allowed in during such times. From the way things are strewn about, it looks almost as if she was put in there with the door closed. Aside from the fact that I had just cleaned, I don't even really care about the mess. She chewed on a couple of books (Freud and Confucius), knocked my hamper over and created general hoopla. She also chewed open a bottle of lotion, which would explain the vomit.

Now we are getting to the key issue. Precisely what I didn't want her to do - get into things that will make her sick. Thank my lucky stars that there was no leftover Easter candy or chocolate lying about. This post would be from a completely different emotion. I found a chewed up box of staples. STAPLES! I don't imagine that those do to well for the canine digestive system.

My point here is that all of these things that happened (or were close to happening, such as the staples) are things that I specifically tried to prevent. I foresaw this happening if she were to be allowed in my room alone, and not only did I not leave her like that, but I also told my father very seriously that she is just not allowed. Matthew said that she was out and about when he got home, so it was clearly my father's doing.

I'm ready to be out of a house in which my property and my wishes are not respected. I am very glad and thankful that I came home to stuff torn up rather than a puppy who died of lotion and staple overdose. But I am really fucking ready to be out of here.

Mexico Digits

26 Dos Equis
12 Cerveza Sol
4 Margaritas
3 Dos Equis Amber
2 Tecate
2 Tequila Sunrise
2 Midori Sour
2 7 & 7
1 Bloody Mary
(Yeah, that's just my list - which my state of mind was not to "altered" to count)

6 Days in a country other than this one
5 Meals of a side of tortillas and a side of rice
4 Couples with whom I spent all of my time (which believe me, can get old real quickly)
4 Days spent out on the beach, playing in the beautiful waves on the warm(the water is probably warmer in Mexico in March than in CA in July) Mexican coast of the Pacific Ocean
3 Walks on the beach just chatting with Steph about everything
2 Close calls to girl fights (which led to mine and Steph's nicknames of Tyson and Ali - I'll let you guess which one I got)
2 Terrible games of volleyball, at minimum assuring that I can play a little bit without my ribs exploding or imploding
2 Meals that made my tummy unhappy
1 Fight with Stephanie over silliness
1 Blackout and 1 Brownout
1 American who I talked to who did not accompany us on our trip (he was pretty damn cute though; we were kind of anti-social)
1 Kayaking trip into the ocean and surfing the waves back to shore
1 Oar to the face during aforementioned kayaking trip
1 Really horrible sunset cruise on a pirate ship (yeah, I said it) that led to many little disasters
1 Lunch overlooking the ocean and 1 dinner from the top of a hill watching the sunset
1 Pretty damn good time

I'm in Mexico.

And you aren't.

xoxoxoxo

Mexico is in two days, and I am beyond ready for the time off. Of course I am no where near ready to leave and work doubles the next two days, but that's no surprise.

But considering how the last month has gone for me (did I tell you all thay my truck{which I'm not allowed to drive anyway} is not starting now? I think that it is the battery, but still), and how previous Mexico trips have gone, I'm a little nervous. But at least I should have some really good stories to tell when I get back, if I get back.

My fantasy baseball team sucks. Really bad. I think that I am 44-56 right now. Holy shit, my team is not good. It also helps that I have a zillion injured players. I'm exaggerating and you don't care about this shit anyhow.

I am battling with a "choice" that I have. I was sentenced 10 days in jail, 9 of them being suspended based upon my completion of alcohol classes. I have to go to a screening (in the end of July!) so that this company can evaluate me and see what I "need". After they see what I "need", I do it. I have friends who have "needed" two classes a week for upwards of a year(at 20 bucks a pop+some silly base fee). It all, to me, seems a little ridiculous. So I have been thinking, that, although it really isn't a great option, it might make more sense to just do the other 9 days in jail. I did my one already(see the last post), I think that I could handle 9 more. Obviously it would be different, I did my one at Tempe City Jail, but if I did 9, I would go to Tent City. It really seems like it makes a lot more sense to just do the 9 days, but then again, it's jail, and what girl (who is quite girly, but full of "bad-assness"[thanks Guillermo!]) wants to voluntarily go to jail more than she has to?

This is really fucking hilarious.

Talk amongst yourselves.

The Gypsy's Adventures of the Past Month

I have to preface this entry with the notion that I have not been completely honest with all of you. I have not lied, but I have failed to mention some things. Some of you already know, but oh well, read on anyway.

I have had a tumultuous month. It has been an interesting adventure, with today having in a way capped it off. For you to truly understand, I will take you back to the Wednesday that it all began...[dramatic scene fading music]

The Incident that Began it All: Thursday, May 19th, 1:00a.m.

On Wednesday, May 18th, I went to The Vine in Tempe with some friends. I had a couple of margaritas and a few shots (after all, it was my "birthday", i.e. the girl who's ID I had' birthday). I decided that I was getting tired, and seeing as how I had to be at work at 6:30a.m., I should head home and get some rest.

As I was passing through the intersection of Rural and Broadway, heading southbound, I failed to notice that a motorcycle cop came behind me. I had stopped at the intersection and was accelerating on my route, when I accelerated more than I should have (48 in a 35). I was promptly pulled over.

The officer asked for my license and registration, as per usual. He informed why I had been pulled over. He then asked where I was coming from and where I was off to. He asked me to step out of the vehicle, which I did, without shoes. He asked if I would like to put my shoes on, I laughed and said, "No sir, they're heels, I'll be better of without 'em."

After a slew of sobriety tests, I was asked to turn around and place my hands behind my back. I was arrested. The motorcylce cop radioed for a patrol car to come so that I could be escorted to the Tempe Police station. I think that I must have been the first person to ever have thought of it, but about a half of a mile into the drive I sparked a short conversation with him,
Me: Excuse me sir,
Officer [looking at me in the rear-view mirror]: Yes?
Me [looking around]: Is there an easy way to put a seat-belt on back here?"
Officer [perplexed]: Well, no, I don't think that there is. We aren't going too far though.

I was not brought to the jail, but to the D.U.I. van. I guess it shows you how dedicated Tempe is to cracking down on drunk driving, they dedicated a whole van to it. I was brought into the van, still barefoot, and handcuffed to my new seat. I took another two breathalyzer tests to further prove their case against me. I was allowed to call a friend to pick me up, who I was advised also should not have been drinking, because they too would get a D.U.I. I called Ashley, and said nothing more than, "Can you come pick me up? I'm at the Tempe Police station." No further explanation needed, she agreed and was on her way. [Sidenote: I love Ashley, not just for this, but it didn't hurt]

I was given my paperwork outlining my four charges (D.U.I., D.U.I. B/C, D.U.I. Underage, and Speeding) and my scheduled court appearance. I realized that I would be in Mexico at the time and would have to file for a continuance. I slept on Ashley's floor and she on the couch as we watched an episode of Sex and the City.

The Elk Incident: Monday, May 23rd, 1:45a.m.

So Steph had this idea that we should take a day, and go off to Las Vegas, just to relax and get out of Phoenix. We both worked a double on Sunday, and we decided that since we both had Monday off, that that would be the day. Sunday night after we got off of work we gathered our things, dropped Dixie off at Josh's [Steph's boyfriend] house to watch while we were to be gone. We took Steph's car, since it is so much newer and nicer and a better idea.

She drove about 20 miles into the trip until she decided that we should switch, because she was getting freaked out by it being so dark, her not knowing where to go, and the curves of the road. I also was freaked out by her driving with these factors, so I complied. Our manager had told us to look for highway 69, but she was mistaken and it was the 79. We missed it and by the time that we had realized it, we were pretty far gone.

We stopped at a gas station and the man there gave us the best directions from where we were to get to our destination. We continued on and ended up on a podunk "highway" that became a combined two-direction highway, with one lane for each direction. A semi-truck was coming from the other direction, so I turned off the brights. We went down a little dip and as we came back up and the lights followed suit so that I could see, all of the sudden there was a large animal standing in the middle of our lane. I swerved to the left, but it still clipped the passenger side, and then swerved back into our lane as to avoid the oncoming semi-truck.

I pulled over about a quarter of a mile up the road, but we were shaking and too freaked out to get out in the middle of nowhere in the middle of the night to check, so we decided to go on to the next gas station to check the car out and go from there. Stephanie looked out her window and saw a little hair attached to her can and flapping in the wind. We got to the gas station, and Steph tried to get out, but her passenger door wouldn't open. We called 911 to ensure that the elk would be removed from the road and so that we could get a police report so she could file for an insurance claim.

We went on to Las Vegas anyway and had a ball. We came back poorer, more tired, and with fresh ink.

The Roof Incident: Thursday, May 30th 11:00 a.m.

No more needs to be said. If you haven't been paying attention, please refer back to the previous post.

The Reason That All of This is Relevant: Wednesday, June 15th 3:00p.m.

At 1:45p.m. yesterday I arrived at the Tempe City Jail to serve my 24 hour sentence, which would begin at 3:00p.m. As I was sitting in the lobby waiting for an officer to come get me, I heard a ruckus beginning behind me at the security check point. Two passionate men were causing an uproar because they were trying to enter the building, but refused to submit their bags to a screening to make sure that there were no weapons within. They then rambled on about some code entitling them to distributing a questionnaire to the officers. The officers referred to them as fruitcakes and had more officers come and deal with the situation.

I giggled about it quite a many times and after giggling with Joey and checking out a "gorgeous" chick, I returned back inside to wait. I met James, a loan officer for Bank of America who decided to talk to me. We had exchanged the typical friendly smiles, followed by looking down at the ground to signify me not wanting to talk to him. Then he was called for what he needed to do, and so I was left back to my silent preparing for my next 24 hours.

I was brought down to the holding area with my other comrades (5 guys, so I wouldn't be spending time with them). We were stripped of everything but our clothing and patted down. I was more groped than patted, but oh well. I went to my "suite" for the next day.

It had exactly 304 bricks comprising the walls. It was painted an awful shade of blue that looked gross with the blue metal doors/"window". There were 17 screws in the room, 12 affixing the light to the wall, 3 attaching the water fountain/sink/toilet to the wall and 2 keeping the grate on the vent on the wall. There were two "bunks". One was a concrete block on the ground approximately 6 feet long by 2 feet wide. About 3 feet above it, affixed to the wall by 4 large bolts, was the second bunk. I pulled the mattress off of the top bunk and doubled up mine on the bottom.

At no point did I have a roommate, but five different girls were arrested throughout my stay. I quickly learned that the girls handled the situation in two distinct ways: A. Cry hysterically and freak out, or 2. Remain calm and cordial, and even somewhat friendly with those in your surroundings.

Three of the girls were in the same boat as me, option number 2. But two of the girls were in the first category. One of them more so than the other. She was bawling on the phone with her mother, keeping me awake. Eventually she calmed down enough for me to be able to sleep. I woke up to her hyperventilating, crying, and yelling. She was freaking the fuck out. I quickly realized that talking to her would be A. The right thing to do, and 2. The key to me getting back to sleep.

So I asked her what was wrong, and she replied that she was having a nervous breakdown. I didn't really know how to help her, but I tried to break her down as I figured that I would best be broken down in this situation. I got her to slow her breathing down by focusing on it and breathing through her shirt. Then I started to talk to her about things other than that which she was freaking the fuck out about, such as school, work, etc. And then, I got her to laugh about her situation, noting that hopefully she at least won the fight that got her there.

Finally, she was calm, and quiet. I returned to sleep. I slept probably 20 of my 24 hours. I never really was upset or thinking about what I did, just slept. It helped that because of my ribs I have a prescription for Vicodin, which aided my sleeping continuously.

I think that I have become that bitter jaded bitch of a server/bartender that I swore that I would never be when I was the young naive giddy hostess. I don't yet know if I think that that is a good or a bad thing.

I have been in constant pain for the past week and a half. The only exception being when I have been sleeping. But even the pain killers aren't helping. Sorry to anyone if it has affected my mood and made me bitchier, unless you deserved it.

XOXOXOXO

A few weeks later, and I still don't know if it was a good decision or not. Right now it just seems to be a neutral one, I guess I'll find out.

I got sent home from work yesterday. For the first time in a while too. But this time I didn't get sent home for "being a bitch" (which I kind of was the other time), but because I was in so much pain. I work a double today, so we shall see how this goes.

With my new-found afternoon off, I basked in the sun and finished my latest book, How to Make Love Like a Porn Star; A Cautionary Tale by Jenna Jameson (and Neil something). I highly recommend the read. You all have heard me say it, it makes me want to be just like her without the stripping and f#cking on film. Really, it's a tremendous book, easy read and quite well written. She doesn't try to paint herself as the victim nor the victor, it's just good ok, trust me.

Now that I am back into a good reading rythym and have no school and little work as distraction, I will move onto the many other books that line my shelves that I have been hiding from. It helps that my friends are in San Fransisco and that I can't drive anywhere. But anyway, I shall try to provide a book review for my readership in decent time intervals, hopefully weekly, or less.

Now that I have worn out my comma button, I shall bid you all adieu to finish cleaning my house and then probably go cause a ruckus.

For a while now I have been pondering a topic, and as of last night I have decided that I needed to create a discussion/post/possibly a piece on it.

Femininity vs. feminism. Is it possible to be a feminine feminist?

Quite often society places generalizations upon groups of people. I am a woman and I believe highly in the power and strength of women. But I am also a lot girlier than popular belief. My question proposed is, in today's society, can a woman who is considered a feminist retain her "girlishness"?

This post will serve only to spark a slight discussion. I would like to use that as a creative diving board for me to create the aforementioned post. Indulge me with your thoughts on the subject.

Sleeping in is exhausting.

So stubborn Jessica finally went to get x-rays taken. Two cracked/broken ribs and a chest wall contusion (the muscles in my chest are bruised really badly). I'll survive. The worst part is missing work. Not that I'm really missing it, but I took off a week to go to Mexico, and now am taking time off to recover. And having all kinds of time off, when I don't have to go anywhere or do anything in said time, makes me want to go back even less. I really need to work on finding that gay sugar-daddy I've been talking about.

Other things are good. It will be interesting seeing her more often, considering how much and for how long I have held nothing but distaste and disrespect for her. I will do my best to be civil and respectful of the others around us. We'll see...

Angelina Jolie is hot. And I still don't know that I believe that she's with Brad.

I am broken, be gentle with me.

I fell through the roof of a house that I was working on building and plywood gave and I went through to the ground. Luckily I broke my fall with a nice, soft saw-horse. Oh yeah, I said it. A saw horse. It hurt, a lot. The worst part is the jerks wouldn't let me back on the roof to finish what I started. But the percoset has kicked in, and woosh! It's an interesting feeling.

"I want, I don't know what I want."

-Me, earlier today

This sucks.

Like, really, a lot.

So, the graduation party was quite successful. It was delightful to see so many people that I haven't seen in a while. It was interesting though, that tonight really showed me how much I have grown as a person and become smarter; outside of what I learned in school, but really what I learned in college. I have really learned to carry myself better. I defend myself and my position when it is right. I will no longer accept that someone who has higher authority than me is right just because they think they are. I will speak my mind and make it heard when I feel it is important.

I also have begun to not put so much faith and my feelings into other people's hands. There were quite a few people who I really really would have liked to have attended this evening, but they were no-shows. But I can't let that upset me anymore. They didn't come, but I had a bevy of other friends and family in attendance. It was a fantastic evening, that wasn't spoiled by the absence of someone who I thought was important to me.

College works.

Yes, that is my final answer.

I am graduating. In six days I am graduating from Arizona State. There will be a party for Ashley and I Friday night at 6:30. Call for more details.

Nobody's fault but my own

As of this morning I have completely withdrawn from classes for the semester. It is a weird relief feeling. Due to multiple circumstances, I just got so far behind, and with the exception of one, none of my professors were willing to let me make up what I had missed. And rather than fail all of them, I decided to withdraw. It will not affect next semester. Sweet.

Next semester. Now that's another question. To graduate or not to graduate? I could, and I wouldn't have to deal with school. If I don't, then I can continue to take classes for free and have insurance. I'm leaning towards staying in school, at least for a while longer. I mean, free. And did I mention insurance? Politics of things are annoying.

In other news, things are really going better and better at the Robin. And to think, everyone said that I would last two weeks before I quit or got fired - 4 and a half years ago.

"Never underestimate the predictability of stupidity"

-Some guy in Snatch

Oh, blog, I have neglected thee!

I have been quite the busy little Red Robin bee lately. Next week I will check in to a hotel in North Phoenix, and be there for three weeks to open the Happy Valley location. Things should be interesting. I am nervous and at the same time excited. They are trusting me to train a whole team for the open. Wow. I just hope that I can live up to expectations.

School has fallen by the wayside. I don't really know what that expression means if you look at it closely, but whatever. I somewhat have the motivation to do it, but as I do not actually have to attend any classes, it is difficult to find (make) time. I seem to think that hanging out and playing cups is way more valuable to me than these for classes. And in many ways, I think that it actually is. I am proud that I finished all of my school requirements so quickly. I worked really damn hard to do as well as I did, but I also didn't do much more than school and work and hanging out with the same group of friends nightly. Now I have a little more freedom to meet more people, and more than just meet them, actually spend time and get to know them. It has been fantastic.

But then again, I did spend a lot of money on my Italian books, so I'd better learn something.

P.S. Why doesn't blogger ever know what time it is when I post? This is quite frustrating.

Oh siblings.

Matthew pissed me off last night, by waking me up in the middle of the night to see if I was done in the office and ready to turn off the light (I apparently forgot to do so). I responded in the most mature of manners by putting eggs in his bed for him to roll over on.

Too bad it didn't work.

The following is a post discussing the term "historiography", written for a class, but an interesting topic., especially considering the taste and nerdiness of my readership.

Historiography, by its definition on Dictionary.com, refers to A. The principles, theories, or methodology of scholarly historical research and presentation; B. The writing of history based on a critical analysis, evaluation, and selection of authentic source materials and composition of these materials into a narrative subject to scholarly methods of criticism; and/or C. A body of historical literature.

Now in this definition, historiography and objectivity must go hand in hand, based on the fact that it purports to be scholarly and authentic. But let us take, for example, our sorted history of feelings about Christopher Columbus. According to the authentic first-hand accounts written by many of the "whites" who were on the voyage and made it to the "New World" for the first time, Columbus was a hero, to be held high on a pedestal. But to the "Indians", Columbus was a n intrusive barbarian who destroyed their land, culture and people. These two perspectives both stem from authentic primary sources, so how do we choose what to believe?

That is where our written history plays into our current culture. Continuing with the example above, the American school system has for years on end chosen to support the former of the two perspectives. It is only in the present that curricula are even acknowledging another perspective.

So objectivity becomes a concern for both the recorder and the receiver of the written communication. We will look at another example. The political arena, although we try to show it as a fair and open system, is strictly as we know a bipartite system. When a Republican representative says or writes something, that may be far-fetched or even inane, Republican citizens will tend to buy into it, because they identify with the source, and most likely are “hearing what they want to hear”. On the other hand, Democratic citizens and officials will be the ones to question every word, idea, and even spelling put out by the opposition. This obviously works vise-versa as well.

At this point, perception becomes reality. What I perceived to have happened in an event, based on what I read and hear about it, is what I will consider to be the reality of the situation. Which means that every single person’s truth and reality is different from the next’s. This can even vary for primary sources, as we saw in the Columbus example.

Relating back to the Worthen discussion of Peter Holland's writing in which he states that Holland confronts the issue of the academy as an "institutional structure" where there is a tension between "the logic of facts, and the generalizing power of narrative that represents and inevitably falsifies them", I would have to agree with Holland. As seen in the Columbus curricula example above, and in another example: Creation vs. Evolution. The institution that is public education has taken this argument/conflict of theories beyond the point of education. Many schools are so scared of offending parents that they skip over the theory of Creation, and would not even think about teaching any other religions’ theories. The imbedded power and credibility of an American academic institution supports anything that the student is taught, and does not encourage that student to do further research and decide for his/herself what is “true” to him/her.

Based on the issues discussed, I believe that a historiography can be most related to its third definition, C. A body of historical literature. This is because it is through reading of literature, including fiction, non-fiction, theater, etc., that a modern day reader would best be able to assimilate his or her own perspective on the culture and events of the past; without having to question the objectivity of the source nor his/herself, he/she would be creating his/her own truth and reality based on those writings.

I thought that I should update:

It became quite apparent that the little broken puppy has been upgraded back to the little puppy. This realization came at 7:00 a.m. as she tried to eat my face (And this is why she is not upgraded back to The Adorable One quite yet).

Today has been filled with naps and not being able to wake up. As well as me just now realizing that I was going to go to a meeting at work 2 hours ago. Damn.

Oh, poor broken puppy.

I feel like I have a child with this dog. Whenever I take her anywhere, I have to pack her "things" (blanket, toys, snacks, etc.) When she whimpers, I don't know what she wants, to eat, to shit, etc. And tonight she hurt herself, and it was heartbreaking, but I don't know what to do to make it better. Poor broken little puppy.

The latest reasons that I like Arizona:

A. Last night (and by last night I mean around 4:00 in the morning) it was warm enough that I was wallking around in shorts and a t-shirt, with no qualms about it.

B. I had a delightful afternoon in the sun, laying out and playing with Dixie, who is a damn cute little bastard.

C. I can attend Arizona State University without going to Arizona State University, thus not having to park at Arizona State University.

D. Products such as Arizona Iced Tea, which are super-yummy.

I really didn't think that it would be possible to get a 4 out of 10 on an online quiz in which I was to conjugate verbs into present and past tenses, while I have a 501 Italian Verbs book in front of me. (If you don't know what this book is and you study a foreign language, you need to get with the program.)

I have been reading Eats, Shoots, and Leaves. Excellent! I must say, if you aren't nitpicky about punctuation and writing, you would most likely hate this book. But if you are, you will be in love. From the way she talks about commas to the explanation of the semicolon, a pure delight!

And yes, I do understand the extreme level of nerd that I have just reached.

I really didn't think that it would be possible to get a 4 out of 10 on an online quiz in which I was to conjugate verbs into present and past tenses, while I have a 501 Italian Verbs book in front of me. (If you don't know what this book is and you study a foreign language, you need to get with the program.)

I have been reading Eats, Shoots, and Leaves. Excellent! I must say, if you aren't nitpicky about punctuation and writing, you would most likely hate this book. But if you are, you will be in love. From the way she talks about commas to the explanation of the semicolon, a pure delight!

And yes, I do understand the extreme level of nerd that I have just reached.

Be proud of me.

I bought a computer part all by myself. I didn't make my dad or brother or mom go with me.

Wow.

(stolen from Ashley)

Here are your instructions because A. You Love Me and B. I am Bored.

1. Reply with your name and and I will then write something about you.
2. I will then tell you what song reminds me of you.
3. Next, I will tell you who you remind me of, celebrity, animated or otherwise.
4. Last, I will try to name a single word that best describes you.
5. Put this in your journal

The adorable one is sick and I am over my head in my Italian class.

This looks to be an interesting night.

Just adorable 

She knows she's pretty 

I mean seriously... 

How cute is she? 

So I got a new puppy. She is super adorable. Her name is Dixie, she is a miniature pinscher, and she is 7 weeks old yesterday. I shall post pictures so that you all can fall in love with her as I have.

I want to be mad at you.

When I think of all of the bullshit and nonsense, I want to be irate. Keywords: want to be. I can't. I want to talk to you and tell you off and cuss you out and attempt to make you feel a percentage of what I feel. But I can't. I try to think of all the shit that you did that should piss me off. But I can't. When I try, all I can think of is your stupid smile, and times that you made me happy.

I want to be mad at you, but I can't. And God dammit that pisses me off!

So, yet again, it has been a while. But oh well, shit happens, and you people don't read this anymore really anyway. Get over it.

School has started again, but it is weird this time around. I am taking only internet classes, so that I am still in school, but not really in school. You know? It all started when I decided not to graduate in December so that I could go to Chile (I would have been heading down south in February). But then I admitted to myself that I couldn't afford to do the exchange program. So there I was, after finals. I hadn't graduated, wasn't going to Chile, and worst of all, was not registered for classes. Since it is free anyway, I figured that I might as well stay at ASU for a while, and see what happens. And now I am enrolled in 4 internet classes (I haven't taken this few credit hours since freshman year), and have all kinds of time. I mean, it's like time galore over here. I went from last semester - 7 classes (all 400 level) and 2 jobs - to this semester - 4 classes and 1 job. What the hell am I going to do with myself? If you have any suggestions (that aren't vulgar or downright rude) please let me know.

I really have a strong urge to go snowboarding. I don't know why. Last time I went, I fell, a lot. But I still had fun, and I think that I might do better this time, even though it has been 2 years. Oh well, I'll give it another shot.

So my brother has moved in with my father and me, and I have to admit, I'm not so sure about this, I have mixed feelings. I mean I love my brother and all, but any of you who know us know that we aren't the most pleasant to each other. Within a day he was driving me crazy. And that is actually an intended pun, because he parks where I always park. I have asked him very politely not to, but that would be too nice of him. We'll see how this goes, whether the sibling rivalry will thrive or if we can get along like normal human beings (which probably would look more like rivalry than peace).

Happy 2005 by the way. It should be a good year. It is the year that I turn 21. It might be the year that I graduate college. It is an open and free year in which millions of things will happen and change things and all of that melodramatic bullshit. Let's have fun with it.

Have you ever had someone who you couldn't say no to? They just have this charm. Something about them. And then one day, you can. It is an amazing, empowering feeling.

I have finally admitted to myself that Chile is beyond my means.

And that makes me sad.

I made a Quiz for y'all to see how well you really know me. We'll see how you do...

CLICK on the link below or PASTE it into your browser.http://www.quizyourfriends.com/yourquiz.php?quizname=041213120624-942011

Because of the amount of writing that I have had to due for final projects, I have recently realized that I am much more verbose than I thought I was. Three times in the past week I have been writing, and paused because I used a word that I did not know that I knew. I the first instance, I was writing an essay for a scholarship contest and I found myself using the word "efficacy." Not anything too fancy, but I didn't know that I really knew what the word meant. So I referred to our good buddy dictionary.com, and come to see it, I used it properly. This also happened twice tonight. Apparently I can learn vocabulary by osmosis.

I'm going to sleep with a dictionary under my pillow.

"Like unused muscles that grow flabby, unchallenged minds become atrophied."

-Frank S. Haiman

Was clearing some space on the good ol' hard drive and found a file of quotes that I was saving for a rainy day. Well, it's sunny out, but I'll treat you to these anyway.


It's a relief to know the truth after all those conflicting medical studies:The Japanese eat relatively little fat and suffer fewer heart attacks than the British or Americans.The French eat a lot of fat and also suffer fewer heart attacks than the British or Americans.The Japanese drink relatively little red wine and suffer fewer heart attacks than the British or Americans.The Italians drink generous amounts of red wine and also suffer fewer heart attacks than the British or Americans.The Germans drink a lot of beer and eat lots of sausages and other fatty foods and suffer fewer heart attacks than the British or Americans.
CONCLUSION: Eat and drink what you like. Speaking English is apparently what kills you.

"Bush's foreign policy is policy like Madison Square Garden is a garden..." -Anon

"Have no fear of perfection--you'll never reach it." - Salvador Dali

"I'd much rather be a woman than a man. Women can cry, they can wear cute clothes, and they are the first to be rescued off of sinking ships." - Gilda Radner

"Sometimes I think war is God's way of teaching us geography." - Paul Rodriguez

Was looking around on the "Internet" and came across an interesting flash animation.

Be afraid...

http://www.albinoblacksheep.com/flash/mikomiko.php

...be very afraid.

A brand new installment of Jessica's latest series,

Shortest Posts Ever:
In the history of time!

Ashley comes home today. This will provide much needed refuge for me. This is good.

If it's possible to boil one's self, I'm pretty sure that I did it tonight.

Eminem's new CD Encore is wicked sweet. And it still would be even if he didn't say "fuck Bush" in it.

Today was interesting. For the first time, I cried over someone who I didn't even know, and it wasn't in a movie. At least not in the conventional sense.

I am in a media ethics course, and we did group projects and presentations. We did case studies in which we identified an ethical dilemma in the media, and presented the problem and discussed it using ethical models. Our group, for example, chose the Dan Rather/CBS/Bush Documents incident. Another group chose what happened at SABC (South African Broadcasting Channel).

I'm sure that you all read or heard about the man, Eugene Armstrong, who was beheaded by insurgents, and his beheading was taped and put online. SABC received the link, and broadcast the beheading on their nightly news show. The posted a disclaimer before showing the 2 minute long video with full sound. They received, for good reason, numerous complaints and fines.

In order for the class to fully understand the case, the group who presented it chose to show the video. They posted a disclaimer and told us all what we would see if we chose to stay in the room. I decided to stay. This video was the most horrific thing that I have ever seen. I really cannot put it into words.

In my short 20 years, I have been fortunate enough to not have had to deal with much death in my life. My grandmother, my best friend's grandmother, my friend's dad, my favorite teacher and a classmate are the only people who I have ever known who have died. And today, in my class, I watched this poor man's moment of death.

The visuals were barbaric and disgusting, but I could continue to watch them. The worst part was the sound. I had to cover my ears because I could not bare to hear this man suffer the way he did. It was horrible.

To prove to you how much it disturbed me, I couldn't talk for the rest of class. And if you know me, and my tendency to be chatty, that means a lot. This video is just floating around on the internet, and being played on the nightly news.

I think that today may have been the first time that I truly realized that there are awful people in this world. There are people filled with hate and passion, and they take action. September 11th, 2001 was a tragedy. The day we lost the shuttle Columbus was sad. But this goes beyond and below human decency and dignity. It is sickening to think of.

If I could express to you how it made me feel to talk to Ashley for a while and dye my hair tonight, I would. I wish that more of you could feel the joys that women get from things like dying our hair. But the good news is, I still do. Have a lovely evening!

Just in one of those moods...

I don't like George W. Bush. Those of you who have had a conversation with me know this. But I did hear a quote on the radio from someone, they didn't say the name, that really stuck in my head.

I will support the president, even if I didn't vote for him. I will criticize the president, even if I did.

So I will support Bush, to an extent. But those of you who voted for him, please, PLEASE, criticize him when it is appropriate. All I want is accountability. And a new president. But you can't have everything, eh?

So I forgot to mention the best part of voting night in my last post / rant. I ordered a pizza from Papa John's while waiting in line, and as I cannot finish an entire pizza by myself, shared the splendor with my new friends. It was glorious.

Voting is like Disneyland...

I waited three hours today to get INSIDE the building in which I MIGHT have voted. Let me explain.

I went to the First Congressional Church of Tempe, or something like that, I don't really know the name of it. I went there because that is where the Maricopa Recorder said to go. Makes sense right? You'd think so. So I stood in line with all of the others, and I don't think that there was anyone over 25 years old among us. Everyone was chatting and being generally friendly, it was like a college party without the booze. Volunteers were out there handing out doughnuts and chips and soda and water. It was really nice. But I was still really hungry, so I ordered a pizza from Papa John's and when it was delivered shared with my fellow electors.

Finally, we make it inside the building. And continued to wait there. We continued with our chatting and laughing and having a generally jolly time. And then this guy came up, put his hand on my back and said "You guys are going to have to keep it down or take it outside" (in a very nasty tone). There are a few things wrong with this, can you find them?

There are two. First of all, we weren't being loud, and I am not aware of laughing being against the law. And two, he TOUCHED me. I don't like that. I don't like when people who I don't know and aren't young hot guys touch me. It's gross. And made me feel extremely uncomfortable and ewwww!

Then it's my turn to sign in. I hand over my ID and the guys looks through his lists. He couldn't find me. I told him that I was directed to this poll by the Maricopa Recorder, and I registered to vote when I lived in Tempe. His response was, "First of all, you aren't in the right precinct, and second of all, you don't even live in Tempe anymore" (in a very nasty tone). Maybe you're seeing a trend. You should be. I even heard the people who were behind me in line and saw me get mad at touchy-guy saying stuff about how mad I was getting, and that I was gonna blow up at these assholes. But I didn't. Ass #2 proceeded to tell me about a provisional ballot that I was going to be given, but depending on the circumstances, my vote might not count. I was pissed.

Happy first fucking voting day to me!

The funniest part is that I still got my "I voted today" sticker. I noted that mine really should more accurately say "I might have voted today."

Drinking is not productive.

I'm leaving to go sky-diving momentarily. If I don't make it back - it's been fun, and at least I made it to 20! I will come back with pictures. Peace!

Sweet!

You are StrongBad. You hate everyone, especially
HomeStar. Your e-mails and prank calls are
hilarious. You're my favorite character. You
try to be evil, but sorry, being shirtless with
boxing gloves just isn't scary. Don't worry
what everone else thinks because hey, they are
all "crap for brains".

There would be a picture but it wont work because it is a piece of turd.

Football is the political Ouija Board.

Apparently in the case of the last 15 elections, the Redskins have been a predictor. If the Redskins have won the Sunday before the election, so has the incumbent candidate. If they have lost, so has he. So this is the first and last time I'll ever say this as a Bears fan, GO PACKERS!!!

This is my pumpkin. I thought that you all would like to see it. 

Quote of the day:

"The most important game of the century and I'm going to be sitting, with my Yankees hat on, at Mimi's, eating a muffin."

-Eric, from class

I feel old.

In less than two weeks, I will bid farewell to the teenage years.

But that's not what I mean. My body feels old. I have been fairly active lately, getting in as much volleyball, softball and the gym as I can.

But I am now feeling:
Tendonitis in knees and ankles (old softball injury that flares up every once in a while)
Shin splints
A bruised shin bone (from that guy at volleyball a few weeks ago)
A pained tail-bone (from a TERRIBLE slide in softball last week)
A sore wrist (from volleyball?)

I'm tired and in pain. And I haven't even started my 20's yet. At this rate, I'm scared of my 30's and 40's, I might be held together with duct tape. Although, ... that might not be too bad...

So tonight was the big debate. The debate which I did not watch because I working, ironically enough some of that working was on the debate. Well, not exactly the debate, but I was helping out ABC News and ABSAT (a satellite service of ABC) for the past few days. I really didn't do much of anything, but it was an interesting experience, and I met a lot of really nice people. I saw lots of people too. I saw Sean Hannity walk by and wasn't sure if I wanted to challenge him intellectually, bring up Joey's challenge or just cut to the chase and punch him in the gut if I got a chance. But then I just watched as he walked by. I also saw Mr. Colmes, he is frightening looking. Seriously, it was scary. It was surreal, everyone there, the politicians, the media, the protesters, the Secret Service, the President, me. Very strange. And I realized something today, as I thought about how my week has gone. Essentially I have been working three jobs - Red Robin, ABC (although not getting paid), and I started my new job at Firebird's. I also have studied and done homework, even though I haven't had class at all so far this week. That is entirely a lot of stuff in a schedule. But I have the opportunity to make that work. And it might. I think that I might be able to pull off two jobs and 21 credit hours. I might be insane in a few months, but hey, isn't that what youth is for?

This post is in response to recent clamor on http://poopshute.blogspot.com (Joey's blog).

A little late to hop into this one, but I wanted to make a few comments, as a neutral party. First of all, I read the post and did not find it aimed at anyone specifically, until names were brought up. Obviously I haven't been around for recent political discussions, maybe that was the Rosetta Stone that I was missing to consider the post an attack.

Voting is a right, but also a privilege.

This election will be my first vote, I'm super-pumped about it. I believe in it. Ed is right, the system isn't completely legit, but it is the one in which we live. So I will vote. I don't like Bush, I don't know if I even like Kerry. I think that some people look at the whole thing in too simple of terms. Vote or not vote, Bush or Kerry, etc. You can choose to "throw your vote away" as some may call it by voting for Nader or a write in. Or you can literally throw your vote away by not using it.

That is the choice that some are posed with. If you don't like the candidates, then waste your vote. It's like someone has given you a million dollars. You can waste it on candy and movies and other shit or you can throw it in a trash can.

But don't you think you would like to waste it on something?

One of the confirmations is in - I can go to Chile!

I'm am now almost positive that I will be staying in school longer than December 2004. Don't hold me to that, but I'm pretty sure. I have applied to an exchange program to Chile. The only thing that is holding me back from being sure that I got it is the fact that it is run through the College of Business, and they have to approve for me to go and "represent them" or something like that, due to the fact that Journalism and Mass Communication does not fall under the general business category. I should find out within the next few days.

What I also will find out tomorrow is if I got a job that I auditioned for. Fox Sports Net held auditions last week for the Campus Correspondent position for a portion of their programming called "SunDevil Insider." I went, the audition went really well and whether I get it or not, I'm happy about the experience. But I still want it.

So, in summary, tomorrow I will find out if I am going to be a correspondent for Fox Sports Net as well as if I will be able to go to Chile next semester. I hope that both don't happen. Because then I will have to make a decision. Boo.

Well, that's the end of today's discussion, next topic, conflicts of interest(nice transition, eh?). See you all then!

Oy! Lots of things to talk about. First of all, I am really enjoying school this semester. And it is strange, I am getting good grades on all of my assignments. I have never gotten a 100% on a writing assignment, and I got 2 in one week! I am having a lot of fun, and that is mainly the reason that I think that I am pretty much decided on staying in school a little longer before I graduate. Also, I am applying to an exchange program that would put me studying in Chile for a semester - sweet. It's like the whole college experience is coming together for me in the "last" semester.

And I must really like my classes, because I have been keeping up on my homework! I have a book review that I have to do, it isn't due for a month, and I have already picked out my book, started reading it and started finding other sources to support my point.

What the fuck is going on here?

I am glad to hear that Bush got annihilated in the debate today. I unfortunately was in class and missed it, but I am anxious to read all about it tomorrow. God I hope he doesn't win the election, or not win the election again but retain the presidency. Seriously. He is not the dumbass that everyone makes him out to be. He's actually quite intelligent- no one gets through Harvard and up through the ranks of the Republican Party without some smarts. Even if your daddy is George H.W. Bush. He likes to be underestimated. He does, even he himself has said so. I don't want to see his face anymore. I don't want to hear his voice anymore. I don't want to hear about him being a dumbass anymore. I want him to go away. He can spend the rest of his life at the damn ranch in Texas for all I care. I just want him to go away, and rest in peace in the history books. If you ever get a chance to listen to what David Cross has to say about it, I suggest that you do (Shut Up You Fucking Baby). Funny man that David Cross. And read Lies, and the Lying Liars Who Tell Them. Due to my scholastic efforts of late, I haven't finished it yet, but I'm getting there, and enjoying it the whole way.

Ok, I'm going to go read now, and then fall asleep 5 minutes later because I'm sick. Good night.

P.S.
It's really cool that Hayden Library is now open 24/7 Monday through Friday. All you have to do is be a student, staff or faculty member, and show I.D. between 12:01 and 7:00 a.m. Bitchin'!

Do you know where my antenna is? If so, I would really appreciate it if you would tell me.

Much obliged.

Finally. After all of my complaining about wanting to see it, and no one wanting to go with me-either because they thought it looked stupid or they had already seen it- I rented and watched Mean Girls. It wasn't very good, but I liked it. All of this waiting hyped it up a little, but still, I enjoyed it. I am going to go continue reading Lies now, so peace out bitches!

Two posts in as many days??? Watch out world, because hell is about to freeze over.

Because my body doesn't like me, I couldn't sleep last night. I was up talking to people online for a while, when at about 1:00 a.m. I decided that I could be more productive and go to the gym, which I did. Surprisingly enough, since I joined Gold's Gym, I have been very good about going. I suppose that the fact that I enjoy working out helps, but it's just weird. I've never been disciplined about it before. Go me! The only err in my workout ways so far is that I only really like to go late at night. First of all, there are WAY less people there, and usually not a soul in the special room made for us ladies. And my body just seems to respond better to going at night. The problem that this presents should be obvious...

Ok, ok, I'll tell you. Working out increases energy levels. I don't know the chemistry of it, but it's a proven fact. So when I get home from the gym between two and three a.m., with an increased level of energy, it doesn't really bode well for going to school/work the next morning. And it certainly doesn't give me enough energy to read my textbooks. Although yesterday I did use this extra time before bed created by my workout for a productive purpose. In no affiliation with Joey's post about it, I started reading Al Franken's latest book a few days ago. So I thought that I would continue last night. So far it is excellent. The research and the writing are great, if you like brash sarcasm that doesn't purport to care who it pleases, which I certainly do. I don't feel like I have read enough of it to do a sufficient high school book review for you, but I shall, in the coming days when I have finished the book. I hope to finish it by tomorrow night, which should be a realizable goal, it is a very easy read. But I suggest that you all pick it up and read it, we can be like a book club. Instead of Oprah's Book Club, we can be the Ninja Gypsy Book Klan (yeah, klan with a "k" for emphasis). I like it. A sign-up sheet will be on the door upon your exit, or you can just leave a comment. We will be the greatest book klan ever!!!!

I think that I have written more about how I don't write than any other topic. But it seems more relevant this time.

I am taking a class called Writing for Public Relations. It is a lab format, so in it we are given a writing assignment, write it, and turn it in. A very simple process I would and do say. But apparently, I am better than I thought I was at it. On Wednesday in this class, after the assigning of the assignment, my professor came over to me and told me that in the next few assignments she wants me to "really branch out, and have fun" with them. Her reasoning is that she thinks that I am a very talented writer, and can take the assignments further. Later I raised my hand because in one of the assignments that she had given back, because she had underlined "was established" and I was pretty sure that it wasn't the name of a book, so I was confused. She came over, and informed that it was passive voice, not really appropriate for the "fact sheet" that it was in. She then informed me that it wasn't a big deal, but because of my new found talent she has decided to grade me harder to help me(to help my writing, not my grade). And even later in the class, she came back to me and asked, "Do you read a lot?" I wasn't sure if she was referring to the textbook that I am supposed to be reading and am not, or if she wanted to know if in general I am literate and occasionally like to indulge myself in my reading abilities as to not squander them. But the point of her question was if I enjoy reading on the side, and because I do, and told her this, she listed off a few authors and books that she wanted me to skim, again in attempt to help my talent.

Now to the point of this whole story (which Guillermo pointed out to me yesterday)...

I don't write. I may be good at it, but I don't do it. So even if she grades the hell out of everything that I turn in and I read every word ever written by the suggested authors, it means nothing if I don't write for anything more than an assignment. I mean eventually I will have to write for my job, unless I for some god-awful reason decide to work for Red Robin for the rest of my life, so it will happen. But I am going to make a serious effort now. You all have this on record and can hold me to it, I expect that Guillermo will be the only one to, but still.

That's all for today, but I'll be back, for reals this time.

Your instructions for the day:

http://www.softpile.com/Games/Strategy_and_War/Review_09278_index.html

Go to that site.

Download the game (Pocket Tanks(and the free version is just as cool)).

Play and enjoy the splendor of its coolness.

It is possible that the entire commenting fiasco is dealt with...huzzah!
(And thanks Guillermo)

I don't get HaloScan, it gives you directions that don't make sense!

It has an automatic install for bloggers, how does it still not work???

I keep telling myself that I'll be better about writing frequently, every time I post I do this.  But to no avail, as weeks pass between posts.  I think that part of it is that I don't have my commenting system back up yet, so I can't eagerly await your feedback.  I will work on that.  If you know how to fix it, please tell me: jess.elliott@gmail.com, it would be appreciated.  The directions on HaloScan aren't very helpful.

 

We played volleyball tonight, it was nice to play again.  But both Joey and I noticed that it wasn't our A game of the past, due mainly to the fact that we no longer play weekly.  I'm down to start playing again...

 

I'm off to Mexico again this week for more of what some call "slave labor", I call it helping someone out.  By this time next week a family will be moving into their new home, and I am ecstatic to be a part of that.  A lot of people ask me why I go, every year, now twice a year.  I spend a week of my summer, in the sun, sleeping on the hard ground, in a tent, not near trees or anything aesthetically pleasing, and all day long I spend sweating and working hard.  My answer is that these people need someone to do it, they need a lot of someones, and if I couldn't pass on a little of what has been given to me, and what I have worked for, I would only have one question.  How selfish am I? 

 

So maybe I am volunteering for slave labor, but it's important to me, and it's important to the people who we help.  I guess it's hard to explain, but the entire trip is worth it for one single moment, and that moment is there every time.  I usually have a little tighter of a bond with the family, because I speak Spanish, and can communicate with them.  On our last day there, we present the keys to them, and usually the leader on our site says a few words.  Without fail, every trip during that time, it doesn't matter what language we speak, the family looks deep into my eyes with more graciousness than you'll ever see at the Academy Awards.   It is a "thank you" that doesn't even need to be spoken, even though it is, repeatedly, it is a "thank you" that is felt.  And I go back just to feel that one more time.

This test care of the darling Meg

Embarrassing isn't it? (I feel like a dissappointment to Joey)

IMDB's Top 100 Best Movies of All Time generate this HTML for your own page at ObeytheFist.com
Rank Movie Didn't See It/ Started It/ Finished It/ Hated It! 1 Godfather, The (1972) 2 Shawshank Redemption, The (1994) Finished It 3 Godfather: Part II, The (1974) 4 Lord of the Rings: The Return of the King, The (2003) Started It 5 Lord of the Rings: The Two Towers, The (2002) Started It 6 Casablanca (1942) Finished It 7 Lord of the Rings: The Fellowship of the Ring, The (2001) Started It 8 Schindler's List (1993) 9 Shichinin no samurai (1954) 10 Star Wars (1977) Finished It 11 Citizen Kane (1941) Finished It 12 One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest (1975) Finished It 13 Dr. Strangelove or: How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love the Bomb (1964) Finished It 14 Rear Window (1954) 15 Star Wars: Episode V - The Empire Strikes Back (1980) Finished It 16 Raiders of the Lost Ark (1981) Finished It 17 Memento (2000) 18 Usual Suspects, The (1995) Finished It 19 Pulp Fiction (1994) Finished It 20 North by Northwest (1959) 21 12 Angry Men (1957) 22 Fabuleux destin d'Amélie Poulain, Le (2001) 23 Psycho (1960) 24 Lawrence of Arabia (1962) 25 Buono, il brutto, il cattivo, Il (1966) 26 Silence of the Lambs, The (1991) Finished It 27 It's a Wonderful Life (1946) 28 Goodfellas (1990) 29 American Beauty (1999) Finished It 30 Vertigo (1958) 31 Sunset Blvd. (1950) 32 Matrix, The (1999) Finished It 33 Apocalypse Now (1979) 34 Pianist, The (2002) 35 To Kill a Mockingbird (1962) 36 C'era una volta il West (1968) 37 Some Like It Hot (1959) 38 Third Man, The (1949) 39 Taxi Driver (1976) 40 Paths of Glory (1957) 41 Sen to Chihiro no kamikakushi (2001) 42 Fight Club (1999) Finished It 43 Boot, Das (1981) 44 Double Indemnity (1944) 45 L.A. Confidential (1997) Finished It 46 Chinatown (1974) 47 Singin' in the Rain (1952) 48 Maltese Falcon, The (1941) 49 M (1931) 50 Requiem for a Dream (2000) Finished It 51 Bridge on the River Kwai, The (1957) 52 All About Eve (1950) 53 Se7en (1995) Finished It 54 Monty Python and the Holy Grail (1975) Finished It 55 Saving Private Ryan (1998) Finished It 56 Cidade de Deus (2002) 57 Raging Bull (1980) 58 Rashômon (1950) 59 Wizard of Oz, The (1939) Finished It 60 Sting, The (1973) 61 Alien (1979) 62 American History X (1998) 63 Mr. Smith Goes to Washington (1939) 64 Léon (1994) 65 Vita è bella, La (1997) Finished It 66 Touch of Evil (1958) 67 Manchurian Candidate, The (1962) 68 2001: A Space Odyssey (1968) Started It 69 Treasure of the Sierra Madre, The (1948) 70 Great Escape, The (1963) 71 Wo hu cang long (2000) 72 Reservoir Dogs (1992) Finished It 73 Clockwork Orange, A (1971) Finished It 74 Amadeus (1984) 75 Modern Times (1936) 76 Ran (1985) 77 Annie Hall (1977) Finished It 78 Jaws (1975) Finished It 79 On the Waterfront (1954) 80 Braveheart (1995) Finished It 81 High Noon (1952) 82 Apartment, The (1960) 83 Fargo (1996) Started It 84 Sixth Sense, The (1999) Finished It 85 Aliens (1986) 86 Shining, The (1980) 87 Strangers on a Train (1951) 88 Blade Runner (1982) 89 Metropolis (1927) 90 Duck Soup (1933) 91 Finding Nemo (2003) Finished It 92 Donnie Darko (2001) 93 General, The (1927) 94 City Lights (1931) 95 Princess Bride, The (1987) Finished It 96 Toy Story 2 (1999) Finished It 97 Kill Bill: Vol. 1 (2003) Finished It 98 Great Dictator, The (1940) 99 Sjunde inseglet, Det (1957) 100 Lola rennt (1998)
Which movies have you seen?

I meant to post this a while ago but....

CONGRATULATIONS JOSH AND JOANN!!

I like Josh and I like JoAnn, so with their powers combined, what couldn't be awesome about it?

i miss my friends.

i don't know what happened, but i don't like it.

i miss them and it makes me sad.

"You ain't nothing to me if you've got nothing to say."
-Jet

I decided to change the template on y'all. I am trying to figure out how to add back in the comment system, bare with me, I'm no good at this.

I'm reading All the King's Men and it is pretty good so far, I'm digging it. Every once in a while amidst the dialect that would be best called ignorance, a moment of genius falls out of the sky (or the narrator, either one).

Example:
"The end of man is knowledge, but there is one thing he can't know. He can't know whether knowledge will save him or kill him. He will be killed, all right, but he can't know whether he is killed because of the knowledge which he has got or because of the knowledge which he hasn't got and which if he had it, would save him."

Chew on that for a bit.

I'm back, with many things to tell you all, and questions that I have raised, but I shall not share them all with you now, it would overwhelm you. But I will give you one short one:
Does hay grow? If not, how does it happen?

J	Juicy
E	Extreme
S	Sweet
S	Shiny
I	Innocent
C	Crazy
A	Appreciative

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So I wrote a totally cool, super-awesome, insightful, inspirational, etc. post and when I went to publish it, it disappeared. I am tired, so I am not going to re-write it. So this post is my tribute to the greatest post ever (note: this post is not the greatest post ever, but a tribute to it).

adieu

You might think that I have fallen off of the face of the earth, that's right, the non-spherical earth.

Well, I did. But luckily we have been playing so much Worms 3-D that I have become proficient with the ninja-rope, and was able to end my fall in one Spiderman-esque swoop. It was a sight to see.

Anyway, I'm back - but don't call it a comeback, I've been here for years.

Word.