My first ticket ever

Nicolle and I were driving home from getting Indian food with Kelly last night. Going down the interstate when we realize that everyone is going 50 because there's a cop in the right lane who is also going 50. (Posted Speed Limit is 55)

My solution? Go 50 with everyone else.

Nicolle's solution? "God damn it, Bagel! It's just a cop! You can go the fuckin' speed limit!"

So I speed up to 55. So I pass the cop. So the cop turns his lights on and pulls me over.

In a matter of 5 seconds I'm convinced that I'm going to jail for one of the following reasons:

(a) it's illegal to drive 55 in a 55 zone. everyone else in traffic knew that - why didn't I?!?!
(b) I'm drunk. I've been weaving. He could tell just by looking at us that I was trashed. ...oh yeah, and all this after less than a third of a beer.
(c) Nicolle's drunk. how could I have forgotten that it's illegal to drive with an intoxicated passenger?!!? she had one and a half beers and we're done for on account of it.


So for anyone of these three VERY legitimate reasons, I am obviously going to go immediately to jail. I'll have a record, and I'll never get into law school, and will I even get to go back to Dartmouth this winter? My life is officially over.

The cop approaches the car, and taps on my window for me to roll it down. I panic because it won't roll down. Oh yeah, turn the damn car on.

The cop tells us that he pulled us over because..... (here it comes, my life is over, i'll never get out of this, i'll not even be able to continue living).....the car has expired tags.

MISS KITTY IS IN THE DOG HOUSE NOW AND FOREVER!!!!!!

Blind Date?

So Xmas has been very quiet and laid back. Not much to report.

But someone else back me up on this: My mom tells me last night that her coworker has a son my age and they (she and her coworker) think I should go on a date with this kid. Only problem is he's in Vail skiing for the rest of Xmas. So the coworker volunteered to drive me to Vail for the day to go on a date with this kid. That'd be ridiculously awkward right? I'm not the only one who thinks there's major potential for disaster and weirdness? Would anyone else do it?

it's bloody FREEZING!

everyday i leave my apartment, the wires to my ipod headphones freeze, the snot in my nose freezes, and my eyelashes freeze together. i can't wait for saturday to come so i can go to denver where it's a balmy and sunny 32 degrees.

spring cannot come soon enough.

sisters are tools.

(but thanks, michelle, you were the best sister ever over thanksgiving. ;>)

had the best weekend EVER! or at least since Thanksgiving. i don't remember the last time i stayed in bed till noon and did absolutely nothing but had such a good time.

but, word of caution, Syriana is a baaaaad movie. I thought it was going to be good, and then i couldn't keep my eyes open during the first half hour. then a kid dies and that woke me up. for the rest of the movie, i was convinced that i had fallen asleep during that first half hour because even though i was pretty sure i had been awake, the movie was so damn confusing. turns out i didn't fall asleep and mike had no bloody clue what happened either even though he was awake for all of it.

other than that, the weekend was worth all of the drama that went into it beforehand.

oh yeah.

and i have no spine, between cordelia and busket the two of them gave me so many "i can't believe you're not doing mock trial"s and "it won't be the same without you"s and "please reconsider"s that now i'm doing mock trial again this winter. bloody hell. how do i get suckered into these things time and time again?
although busket's on my team this winter - that'll be hilarious.

Way to call me out, Marlene! ;)

Alright, so between Thanksgiving and then finals, i've been a tool about posting. Sorry!!!

Highlights of my last few weeks:
Thanksgiving was an absolute fucking blast. I haven't had such a good thanksgiving in YEARS! My family is great, as always, my mom is hilarious (even when we hit a deer and killed it!!!), as always, and Paige, Elissa, and I went out to the bars for the first time together to celebrate Elissa's engagement. SOOOOO much fun!

I returned home from Thanksgiving to the most stress I've had since the beginning of the term. For finals, I had to write 44 pages worth of papers in 5 days. NO fun. Two of the three papers were decent. The third was horrible - it was 20 pages that I had to write in 2 days on 2 hours of sleep, and I was miserable!

But, now that's all behind me. finals are over, my roommates are gone, mike comes to visit tomorrow, i leave for home in a week for Xmas, and today is a damn good day. :)

that's about all there is in my life. Other than that... just some cute pictures from the past few weeks:

Sad Endings

had a chat today with nik about how I'm not doing mock trial this winter, and now I'm incredibly depressed. In restating to him all the reasons why I don't want to do mock trial anymore, I cemented in my mind that I'm making the right decision. At the same time, in doing that, I also had to come to grips with how I'm actively putting a premature end to the most meaningful part of my college experience, and I had to recognize how truly unhappy mock trial currently makes me. It's just so frickin depressing that I want to cry. I guess I'm still upset over elections last spring and I'm also missing all the people that have made mock trial so important to me in the past - all the way back to freshman year. Anywho, a week from today, I'll be done with mock trial forever and that makes me sad - both because I'm going to miss it AND because the end of mock trial was much worse than the beginning.

Soul for Sale

Law school applications are expensive, man!!!! I've almost finished everything I need to do for them, just need to edit my personal statement and meet with Dartmouth's law school adviser to answer a few questions and then I can send my app's in. Only problem is I'm flat broke. So my new solution is to sell my soul for law school application money. any takers?

*sniff*!

from an e-mail from the secretary of the anthropology department reminding us to make sure we have all of our major/minor requirements:

"So there it is, and here you are about to embark on the next to last term before you graduate! Snow will fly and then leaves will appear again -- then you will be heading into the next phase of life in good order, with willing open hearts and not a clue as to what to do next. Or maybe you are heading to grad school or med school. Whatever you do, Dartmouth will remain in your muscles and your brains, as goes the song, and will go with you into the wide world. Until then, hope you are all set to enjoy the next two terms."

WTF?!?! where does she get off making me all sad and sentimental on a Monday morning in flipping November about a graduation that isn't coming for months???? That's just mean. Snot.

Not much new

nothing really happened this weekend. been kind of crabby all weekend, mostly because I have lots of work that is only partially getting done and the stress of it hanging over me is making me irritable. so instead of doing it, i'm now posting a blog. typical. ;)

saturday night we watched a really good movie though - Crash. I would highly recommend it. Similar to American History X, but more amusing. alright, back to my work. it'll get done - i just need to quit being a lazy bum.

Love Calculator

This was all we did at our mock trial meeting last night. Highly amusing....

SOOO much fun!!!

The Halloween party was, in a word, AMAZING! Lots of people, booze, dancing. Tomate made it on time, Greg was convinced that in order to fully be a part of mock trial, he had to streak the green, Biermann danced AND rapped for our amusement, Alyssa wound up rolling in toilet paper on the ground,my pong tourney partner, Fred, and Amy all showed up - it was just damn fun! if you weren't there, you missed out.

Lucky for you, we have Pictures! as well as Dirty Pictures! AS WELL AS Movies!

And if you didn't make the last one, due to popular demand, we're going to have one for Xmas, Marti Gras, and more!

Happy Halloween!

Great start to the Halloween weekend. Friday night was dinner and renting movies w/ Mark & Julie (Fever Pitch sucks!). Saturday night was the Panarchy Gatsby Party - something we all thought we should do at least once before we graduated. The party itself was pretty awkward (we didn't know many people, and the one person we did know was really being a big jerk all night. I now despise him for the most part), but it was SOOOO much fun dressing up (see pic below) and the Sig Ep Halloween party afterwards was also a good time.

All leading up to TONIGHT - the hottest damn Halloween party ever. We're planning on around 40 people, have 8 different kinds of drinks, 4 sexy costumes and 1 sexy pumpkin. It's going to be so much fun!!!!! Updates to come I'm sure.

Jon Stewart

On Dartmouth, as on every single other college campus I'm sure, there's a movement to get Jon Stewart nominated as commencement speaker. Of course, it'll never happen - no way in hell will we invite Jon Stewart when we can get someone dull or uninteresting like the CEO of GE. Because while the CEO may suck as a speaker and have nothing to offer commencement to make it more interesting, gosh darn it! He went to Dartmouth and if nothing else, the Ivies are the places where you sit around and congratulate yourself on how wonderful you are and how much you have accomplished as a class of people. But, in any case, I just discovered the text of Jon Stewart's commencement address from last year at William & Mary, and thought you might enjoy it.... (you being one of the four people who check this blog. Happy Belated Bday, Marlene!)

Jon Stewart Commencement Address

p.s. marlene, if you're reading this, Angeles asked me to have you delete that photo of us in our Halloween costumes I sent you last night. I promise there'll be others to replace it - but you have to admit, we look pretty gross in it.

they came!

Our Halloween costumes came in the mail today and mine is NOT as whorish as I thought it was going to be. Because of that, I'm posting the online model pic, but keep in mind this gal's legs are MUUUUCH longer than mine, and so the skirt actually comes down to me knees.


Oh, and poor angeles, while mine was infinitely less whorish in real life, hers was infinitely more!!! It doesn't even come down past her hoo-ha. Although if and when she wears it with pants, it'll probably be cuter than mine.


I'M SO EXCITED FOR MONDAY!!!

Oh, and we decided to throw Elissa's bridal shower over Thanksgiving when I'm in town - it's going to be the BEST trip and the BEST thanksgiving ever! I can hardly wait!!!

(I love the Oct/Nov/Dec holiday sweep!)

I bought a ticket home for Thanksgiving today. WOOHOO!!!!!!

and in other news, i had a bad hang over this morning and had to clean out my trashcan from getting sick last night, but it was SOOOO worth it - my pong partner and i won!!!! (okay, so we only won one game out of three, but that's cuz the second two games we were playing against people who played with water, and since we only lost by half a cup, we might as well have won).

and angeles and i ordered halloween costumes....... late one night, when we were procastinating...... and it turns out that we should NEVER EVER order costumes on no sleep. I think i might have possibly ordered the sluttiest strawberry shortcake costume ever!!! It doesn't help that the site was a damn lingerie site too! (which i didn't realize when ordering) I have a feeling this costume will never get worn...

Homecoming Pix

Homecoming 2005, Part Deux

So, any of you who saw yesterday's post know I was in a really REALLY depressed mood when I woke up. I took the post down cuz my day picked up a TON from there and because no one ever likes to be reminded of the days when they were depressed.

That's not to say this weekend didn't have a shitty, shitty start, but I'm lucky enough that my friends don't hate me when I get in my funks and always seem to pull me out of em. Brunch w/ Marlene and Tommy was really nice yesterday (MARLO, come back to us!!!! ;>), Mike came over yesterday afternoon and I feel much better about our friendship again and I actually had a lot of fun (ESPECIALLY when Liz busted in the room with a "WHERE'S MY TURKEY?!?!" obviously hoping to interrupt something - I don't know what was funnier... her disappointment that she didn't interrupt anything or her embarassment when she realized Mike *had* brought turkey), and last night after Mike left, Angeles, Liz, and I spent the whole night doing minimal amounts of work and maximum amounts of giggling. I always forget how the three of us will find absolutely nothing and everything at the same time hilarious for no reason other than we need to laugh.

"Laughter through tears is my favorite emotion."
-Steel Magnolias-

I DID IT!!!

I finished a draft of my personal statement! I'm SOOOO relieved! It's not that great, but it's done. I feel like a HUGE weight has been lifted.

and in other news, I ran into nik tonight and made a comment about how excited I was to haze the freshmen this year. he got all condascending and was like, "it's not cool to force people to drink and then do shit. we were going to talk to all the captains after the meeting on sunday, but you aren't allowed to do that this year."

i'm so fucking annoyed. and then he actually had the audacity to say, "besides, hazing is against college policy." because NOTHING mock trial does is EVER against college policy - and certainly nothing like using COSO money to buy booze!!!!

i never thought i would come across an officer board i hated more than last year's. i swear to god, if i get into a decent law school by christmas, i'm not doing mock trial this winter. no f'in way.

Life is Grand.

Today has been a wonderfully chill day. Nothing really happened, I don't really have any work right now, no major drama, no mock trial to deal with yet, nothing, really. So maybe I should be more productive like this woman:

16!!!!

Empowerment

I've got it!!! My theme for my personal statement! In trying to give my resume one overarching theme or describing characteristic, I came up with Empowerment. That's the one thing that ties Argentina to America Reads to the Day Care. So I'm going to write my personal statment on that.....or I need to anyway......I will......eventually......but for now I'm still procrastinating by writing a blog about what I need to be writing an essay on. How's that for wasting time?

For your viewing pleasure...

Videos from my digital camera

There are certain things that are ALWAYS unacceptable

And listening to a professor speak to you about the pooping habits of his children is one of them. No more babysitting for prof's. Period.

Speaking of the cool kid

My favorite picture of Senior Year so far.

How many hours till the weekend?

It's so close. I know it's coming. I know that it's only a matter of hours, minutes and then I'll be free. But I'm having suuuuch a hard time reminding myself that. I didn't sleep last night cuz of work and Kristina visiting, and I had to get up early for work at Rocky, so that could probably have something to do with the clock moving in funny directions now. I swear, I left work an hour early cuz I wasn't paying attention, and then had to come back when I realized I wasn't supposed to have left in the first place. I'm so out of it.

Other than my spaciness, today I feel determined. Why do I feel determined? I don't know. Determined to do what? I don't know. Will determination lead to productivity? I don't know. But determination is definitely the mood of the day. Probably a good thing since I have a presentation to prepare and a law school personal statement to write this weekend. Maybe I'm just determined to be the coolest damn Bagel I can be. I should wear sunglasses all day today to remind myself of that. Cuz, you know, the sun always shines on the cool kid.

Quick Update

Not much new here. Angeles and I went to a Vanessa Carlton concert on Tuesday, and while in general, I'm not even that big of a fan, the concert was really really good. First off, it was only an hour and a half, which I appreciated cuz I was tired and had a lot of work - more like a study break than a real concert. Second, the turnout was horrible - again, I also appreciated that because without a doubt, small concerts are more intimate, fun, and enjoyable for me. Third, she's a really amazing performer. She accompanies herself the entire time on piano and she's really amusing to listen to ramble on. So even though both Angeles and I didn't really want to go before the concert started, I'm really glad I did.

Also, I asked a professor yesterday to write a recommendation for me for law school. He wants my resume - no big deal, it needs a few changes, but that'll take five minutes. He also wants my personal statement....so when he asks for this nonexistent statement, do i tell him the truth? It doesn't exist? It might never exist? I can't imagine how I'm ever going to write the damn thing? NOPE! of course not! that would be the smart, upfront, authentic, honest thing to do!

Instead, I tell him I'm just finishing it, it's in the editing stage now, he'll have it by Monday. And even while the words were coming out of my mouth, I was already regretting it. My mouth wouldn't shut up while my brain screamed "FUUUUUUUUUUUUCK! WHAT THE HELL DOES THAT DAMN MOUTH THINK IT'S DOING TO ME?!?!?!" Currently my brain and mouth still aren't on speaking terms. It's very intense from the neck on up right about now. Peace keeping troops have been called in. I'll let you know how it goes.

People smile more in the mornings.

Ever notice how early in the morning people smile more? It doesn't last all morning, cuz by nine or ten, you have your "grumblers" (i.e. people like Julie ;>) up and they don't smile so much as shoot daggers at everyone and anyone with their eyes. But next time you are out and about around 7 or 8, watch for it. I promise you that if you look around, you'll find more people smiling than you find at any other time of day.

This was how I knew today is going to be a good day - cuz everyone seemed to smile more when I went to work this morning. Then I got my computer back, HOORAY! and since then, I've been holed up in my room praising my lovely, lovely Mac.

Today is going to be a great day.

if there are two things i hate

It's:

1. When people are mad at me and I feel like there's nothing I can do to change it. I tend to have huge anxiety problems anyway when people are mad at me, but if there's nothing I can do to rectify the situation, I'm prone to be *very* emotional.....

2. being sick. especially with either cramps or a head cold.

what do these two things have in common? not much, except that i have to deal with both right now, and all i want to do is crawl into bed and cry.

Update

They're done. They didn't go amazingly well, but they weren't too horrible either. I guess we'll know in 3 weeks. In the meantime I discovered that after all of last weekend's drinking, the thought of alcohol frankly grosses me out, so I'm home alone doing work. I'm a wet blanket, I know. At least I have pictures from last weekend to remind me that every once in a while, I'm not quite so dull.

Happy LSAT day.... :(

First order of business this morning?

LSATs

Second order of business this morning?

Drinking so much I can't even remember what LSAT stands for.

If Communists take over the world

I had a dream last night that Sarah, me, and my mom were flying to Cuba to visit. Between when we took off and when we landed, the Communists took over the whole world.

So when we landed, we were informed that we were being held hostage in the gift shop of the airport (which was actually a giant navy ship). My mom and I were really sad, but Sarah was trying to keep us upbeat about it.

I was all like, "WTF?!?! you're sarah givner! if anyone can't handle communism, it's you!!!!"That was offensive to her, apparently ;>, so she stalked off and said she was going to go buy some vodka to make herself feel better.

But the guy at the counter (a communist) flipped out at her because she left her cash in the pocket of her coat that was clear across the room. When she tried to get it, he followed her, yelling at her. So she got upset and called her parents on her cell phone (Cuz OBVIOUSLY if communists take over the world, we'll still get cellphone reception).

Her dad told her to bribe the guy with one of his gold watches that she carries around. That's when I woke up.


My subconcious is trying to congratulate me, because if the world was taken over by communists, I clearly would not be the worst off. ;P

Where has September gone?

Yesterday was a craaaazy day, including both the career fair and a panel talk w/ the Deans of Admissions at Harvard, Stanford, Cornell, and NYU Law.

At first I was panicking again because the NH Public Defender was at the career fair and he told me, yet again, that he thinks EVERYone should take time off before going to law school. It seems that everyone who knows (i.e. my sister, ppl in grad school, ppl in law school, the judge I talked to at CST, the NH public defender) tells me not to go next year, and everyone who doesn't know (Mark, my parents, my uncle John who thinks if I don't go to law school next year I'll get pregnant) tells me not to take any time off. So I had my daily crisis of what the heck am I gonna do? and where should I be next year? and then went to the admissions talk. That actually helped a ton - not soo much that I felt an hour and forty minute talk was justified, but enough that I have a plan of action for next year.

I'm going to apply to law schools AND for jobs this year and hope that:
1) I get a job. Preferrably at a decent, non-corporate firm.
2) I get into a law school. Preferrably Stanford, Northwestern, UPenn, Duke, Georgetown, Michigan, or Virginia.
3) Once I get an acceptance to one of those schools AND a job offer, I can defer admissions (The Stanford Law lady said that as long as you have a plan for yourself, law schools are very generous with their deferrals).

So this morning I feel much, Much, MUCH better. At least about that part.

But Saturday is the LSAT, and while I was TOTALLY prepared in August, I haven't studied since then, and I'm TOTALLY screwed. I'll be so happy on Saturday to be done with this test. And once that's over with, I promise that my law school freaking outs will be over for a while.

Roommies

Elissa, I promise to do better than write! Will you be around tonight? I owe you a huge LOOOOOOOONG phone call.


Just one more pic from this weekend. Me with my lovely roommies...

Pix from Court's Visit

Hambone

A new picture of my cousin Cole - fattest/cutest baby in the whole world:


And in other news, today was an awful, terrible, no good, very bad day. It started at 7 this morning, when I got a 50 dollar parking ticket, despite the fact that Courtney was supposed to get an exemption b/c she's a prospie. Then I had to drop her off at the bus stop and I was really sad to see her leave. Went to work, and after work went to take my computer in to get fixed - this was when my day REALLY got bad.

Walking into the library, carrying my computer, I slipped and fell. BIG wipeout. Huge. ENORMOUS. and landed ON the flipping computer. Then, I got up and took the darned thing in only to discover that before they'll even look at it, they charge you 75 bucks. I have no clue what's wrong, but I'm already out 75 dollars. How ridiculous is that?!?! I'm so scared to find out what's wrong because I don't have any way to pay for repairs.

I hate computers with every fiber of my being. And I miss my sister. Court, come back to me!!!

Hamiltons Suck at Pong

So another Hamilton bit the pong dust last night, as Court made her debut in the frat scene. Although I have to say, Court wasn't brilliant, but she was a HUNDRED times better than me. It helps that she wasn't drinking any of the beer, and a big shout out to Evan for teaching her and being patient.

And other updates from this fall:

Apartment = Great! Very cute, everyone must visit!

Classes = Decent. Except the one class I was SO thrilled for, my senior seminar on Juveniles and the Law, has FOUR flippin freshmen in it. The first day the prof had us go around the room and tell us our relevant class experience. the worst was the kid who said he had absolutely no relevant experience, but he has a lot of friends.

Court's visit = Fun, but we missed the Brown tours. We're still gonna go visit tomorrow, but we won't get to do the info session or tour.

Sarah's party = Sarah's driving me absolutely batty, but her party was fun cuz mark got so wasted that he was the total center of attention. Even Panini/Martini man (our waiter) had to agree that our table was by far the most fun.

Pix from the Party

For God's Sake!

Another story enfuriating me!

Gay Parents

The worst part is that as long as the parents are heterosexual, the father could be a fucking rapist and it wouldn't be held against anyone. OR, that a parent's sexual orientation should be used to punish children.

Home Sweet DCCCC

Last night was lots of fun, Rene and Mark came to visit and after three hours of INTENSE labor, Angeles and I finally got Julie's hair straight. Only to realize that she was totally right when she said it looks better curly. Oh well, even though we weren't rewarded by her hair, we were rewarded by finding out that Mark's kinkiest sex fantasy involves a hair straightener.

People were hanging out in my room till 12 or 1, and usually I would HATE waking up at 5:30am the next morning. BUT, today is no ordinary day. Today is the day I've been looking forward to since last March. It's my first day back at my day care! WOOHOO! On my list of favorite places on campus, DCCCC is definitely in the top three. I can't think of any place I like more right now, but it's always safe to leave room, just in case.

Yay Kristina!

I need to add Kristina to my list of heros. She found me this while I was ranting and raving yesterday:

Ann Coulter

I hate Ann Coulter with every fiber of my being!

Granted, I know I use that phrase a lot, but I mean it. One of my new summer interests has been reading blogs, cuz I feel like I'm completely retarded when it comes to current events and holding my own in political discussions. Today, I happened upon Ann Coulter's, which was stupid and ridiculous as I knew it would be. However, I wasn't enfuriated, until I saw another article written by a junior in college studying, of all things, international studies.

Shoot me now!!!

I love how the only white terrorists she can name are Timothy McVeigh, the unibomber, and the Columbine kids. White people commit all sorts of attorcities, and I'd be willing to bet money that across the board, white people murder as frequently as Arabs. And she's lying - she's absolutley DELUSIONAL when she tries to maintain if terrorists were white, she'd willingly subject "to be[ing] stripped naked and cavity-searched if within 100 yards of an airport." she's fucking off her rocker. she feels comfortable saying these things only because she also thinks being a white person in America will always automatically equate being right, powerful, moral, worthy.

American forces have killed somewhere between 24,712 and 27,963 innocent Iraqi civilians. And while not all Americans are in the armed forces, all of the armed forces are American. Therefore, by this girl's logic, we should all be treated as murderers. Also, this idiot seems to think that the only thing linking the 9/11 terrorists was race. THAT'S the problem with racial profiling - it's not an accurate indicator of jack shit! There's nothing saying an Arab is more likely to be a terrorist than a white man. NOTHING. Who does this girl think she's kidding??? apparently, other white priveleged conservatives like herself.

Bush Potty Break

haha, this is apparently a real note written by Bush to Condolezza Rice during yesterday's Security Council meeting at the 2005 World Summit and 60th General Assembly of the United Nations:


And in other news, some days I really despise how completely backwards the Catholic Church can be. Apparently, the Vatican has commissioned an investigation into the number of men in American seminaries who have homosexual tendencies or have engaged in homosexual activity prior to entering the seminary. This is absurd!!!! They don't check heterosexual men to see if they've engaged or even think about engaging in any sexual activity that is considered "immoral" by the Vatican. This is a total flipping witch hunt. Their solution to cover their asses for allowing all sorts of pedophiles to remain active priests is to pretend that the real issue is homosexuality. Never mind the fact that the two are not related at all!!! Never mind the fact that the problem was never that a pedophile had become a priest but that once the higher ups had discovered the pedophile and had heard allegations against him, they covered his ass! Way to go, Vatican. First, they take away women priests. Then they take away married priests. Now they're going to take away gay priests because even if they aren't active gays, I guess the fact that they have "tendencies" makes them unfit and evil. Stupid f'in Vatican - they'll regret this one day, mark my words.

Last day of Summer

So today is my official last day of summer cuz I go back to school tomorrow! I thought I would end my summer with a best of/worst of summer blog entry:

Best Days of Summer:
* The Fourth of July - Millie's kitchen table, karaoke, and toasting toes... O'Neill, NE is still my favorite place in the whole world!
* The day I spent on Bev's farm doing absolutely nothing in the middle of nowhere
* Central Park day
* The day I FINALLY saw Wicked

Worst Days of Summer:
* The day Peggy & Selena spilled water on my phone, the day I had my phone stolen, the day my phone quit working... cell phones and I just DON'T get along
* The day the new Jason Mraz CD was released
* The day the right-wing nuts in Wisconsin were allowed to outlaw birth control on college campuses
* The day I found out Liz got married and my dad wants to take another bike trip

My New Heros:
* Sister Kate & Sister Liz - who reminded me that nuns are just amazing women who dedicate their entire lives to service
* Courtney - cuz God damn it, she's the smartest, nicest, sanest Hamilton yet and she's gonna be valedictorian!
* The guy from Washington Park who went around screaming "You cannot fuck with Jamaica" - I want to have guts like that some day

My New Enemies:
* The dentist - stupid mo'fo charges me a thousand bucks to torture me!!!
* Rob Thomas - GOD DAMN IT!!! If I have to hear "I don't wanna be lonely" one more time, I'm going to start listening to rap music.
* The Law School Admissions Council - they're going to ruin me financially and I don't even think it'll help me get into a good school.

Pix from NY

These pix are absolutely DISGUSTING of me (I had been travelling all day and had not time to shower or clean up at all before we went out), but cute of everyone else, so I thought I should post them:

Diddy Dream

Last night I had a dream that I was in a Hallmark shop around Xmas time and I was about to leave when in walks P. Diddy (or Diddy, for the sake of being accurate). And obviously if Diddy walks into the shop, I'm not going to leave, so I turn around and walk back in.

And Diddy tells me that I put the "ho" back in Xmas, cuz "ho, ho, ho, I love you". And kissed me on the cheek. WTF?!?!

Sitting in a DC copy center...

So here I am sitting in a DC copy center waiting for some packets to be printed so I can run them over to a reception. The stupid people make me pay for 25 minutes on the computer at a time, so I'm going to use all 25 minutes, damn it!

The DC program is really a lot of fun the second time around - more booze, less work. It's a very bizarre experience to go to bars with Karen & Matt (the coordinators), but I s'pose most other Dartmouth kids got used to that kind of thing on their FSP's and I'm now making up for it... Plus, we're staying in a hotel in China town, and I LOVE staying in hotels (provided that they aren't dives).

And in other news, YAY ELISSA!!!!!! She finally got engaged and is getting married in May! it's completely scary in a way, but I couldn't be more excited for her. The only other news I have is that Sarah is renting out the Cannoe Club for her bday to have a cocktail party - invites only. If you want on the list, let me know, and I'll see what I can do. But does no one else think it's weird (or just a little too much) to rent out a restaurant for your 21st??? Mark is convinced it'll be "awk" and I'm just hoping that it'll be classy without being pretentious.

Sloe Screw

So, not much time to update on NY, but quickly - I'm having a great time. Wicked and Avenue Q were both AMAZING!

Last night after Wicked we went to a bar and apparently I was inadvertently flirting with our hot bartender, which i didn't realize till sarah was giving me a hard time after we left. I guess when you ask for a sloe screw, it seems a little more racy than i intended. as is evidenced by the fact that he didn't make us pay for our drinks at all....

T - 1 day, 7 hours

another cool NY pic (though this one has been doctored way more than the last). I started packing this weekend for school and NY/DC. the rest of my weekend was spent by the pool with my mom, who's getting sad that I'm leaving her.

And other than that, the past week or so has been filled with essay anxiety. My dad and Nicolle think my optional diversity essay sounds immature and not appropriate (though Mark, my mom, and Michelle all say they think it's good). But I hate, Hate, HATE when people call me immature, even though I know I am, for the most part. And while calling my essay immature isn't the same thing as calling me immature, Nicolle thinks that the essay is proof that I shouldn't be going to law school next year.

So now, I have an even longer and more important essay to write - the personal statement. And I've totally psyched myself out for it. Not only is it important for my applications, but I feel like I have to use this essay to prove to Nicolle, and to a lesser degree my dad, that I am mature enough for law school. And I have NOTHING to write about. I really can't come up with a single topic that I like. Which makes me then doubt whether or not I should be even going to law school. If I can't even write two pages on why I'd be a good law school student, why am I bothering???

just a LITTLE excited

How cool is this picture of Central Park? and between you and me (and NOT between me and anyone who has heard me rant and rave about how much I hate NY), I'm really excited to go next week.

I think this trip will be much better than the last one, for so many reasons, but I still have to put up my NYC is the grossest place on earth front because if I'm not extremely loyal to the midwest and small towns, what am I?

;)

Update

So all my days are currently being spent doing one of three things:
1. Writing or avoiding writing my law school essays. The usual procrastination involves talking online for hours about nothing - my favorite thing in the world to do - or shopping for engagement rings with one of the many friends I have who plan on getting them soon.

2. Planning my trips for the next month - In one week I go to NY, then next week to DC, the next week to Denver, and the next week to Hanover!!! Plus, the week after that, Courtney is coming to visit me and I'm completely thrilled.

3. Reading ahead... okay, so I'm a loser and already ordered the text for my Juveniles and the Law class this fall. But, in my defense, it's really interesting, and I'm not even doing it to suck up (which I'm sure you don't believe)

Anywho, so life isn't all that exciting. My trips will be a ton of fun, but the three dentist appointments I'm squeezing in before school starts will do their best to spoil that fun. And that's about all that's new in my life.

(plus, i'm getting more and more nervous about the outfit to end all outfits day. and if you don't know what that means, i'm more than willing to tell you in a forum that isn't open for everyone to see)

Fox Pox

My mom called me at work to tell me that she had her nails painted the wrong color and she needs to have it fixed before tomorrow because she's going to a wedding.

Me: "Oh, that's too bad. I'm sorry about that."
Mom: "Yup, well, it's my own fault. I definitely commited a fox pox."
Me: [laughing for at least 5 minutes] "You mean a faux pas?!?!"
Mom: "Oh, yeah. That."

I have the best Mom in the whole world.

My Spoiled Date

Had a date yesterday.

Was rudely interrupted on my date yesterday.

My date went running out without even saying goodbye because of this interruption.

Now wondering if I'll ever have another date again.

So what if my date was just with the 50-something sales representative of Royal Office Products?!?! It was a date, gosh darn it, and now a days I'll take what I can get! ;)

Sister Kate & Sister Liz

So yesterday was the LONGEST work day ever!!!! Plus, I spent a total of three HOURS driving in rush hour traffic. Was late getting to my uncle's for dinner, but I had a good night over all. The reason I was eating there was cuz a friend of the family who happens to be a nun, Sister Kate, was in town with another friend, Sister Liz.

These two ladies were completely fascinating - they are these two older women who are spunky and ridiculously inspiring. Sister Kate works in a parish in Mississippi that is 90% Mexican and extremely poor. Right now, she's organizing efforts to build a church for the parish - one taco sale at a time. Sister Liz works in inner city parishes with predominantly African American populations. The thing is, these two women are probably mid-fifties/early sixties, and don't wear habits or anything of the sort. Instead, they go around in their blazers looking like cute grandmothers - I'm completely in awe of their lifestyle. They have the most amazing stories that make you almost envy their lifestyles....that is, of course, until you remember exactly all that they have to give up. Then I just wonder who in their right mind could dedicate and sacrifice like they do and if I'll ever be devoted to *any* cause like they are devoted to their religion and work.

This explains a lot....

This might explain my need for a cowgirl hat... And I was CHIEF garbage-man, and don't you forget it!

Your past life diagnosis:
I don't know how you feel about it, but you were male in your last earthly incarnation. You were born somewhere in the territory of modern South India around the year 700. Your profession was that of a shepherd, horseman or forester.
Your brief psychological profile in your past life:
Person with huge energy, good in planning and supervising. If you were just garbage-man, you were chief garbage-man.
The lesson that your last past life brought to your present incarnation:
You are bound to learn to understand other people and to meet all difficulties of life with a joyful heart. You should help others by bringing them a spirit of joy.

New Hats and Suffocating Babies

VERY good weekend - went shopping and to a Dartmouth Club of the Rocky Mountains picnic with Kelly. Got two new hats (which is big for me, cuz I have such a fat head), including the cowgirl hat I've been dying to get for a while(see left). Something tells me that I'll never have an excuse to wear it, but it's just one of those things that I need to own.

Also, I went to my first ever Dartmouth Club event and that was lame for the most part, but in the middle of a conversation with an alumn, I noticed this guy standing about twenty feet away, holding a baby. Not much of interest there, except that the guy was NOT holding the baby properly. And by that I mean he basically had the kid in a headlock and almost looked like he was trying to suffocate it. I kept watching for about two minutes, then finally decided that SOMEbody had to say something. And I was *just* about to interrupt the guy I was talking with so I could give the baby guy a piece of my mind and tell him that he should NOT be holding a baby in such a way, when he turned the baby around and I saw that it was a doll dressed in a dartmouth jumper. boy was I embarassed....

my tummy hurts... :(

today has just been a sort of blah day. i've felt a little sick for most of the morning and afternoon. and then i got into an argument with mike. and i got pissed. and i'm still pissed. and i just wonder if i'll ever get to the point where i can move past him, stop talking to him, and stop caring what he thinks. cuz i know i still have way more invested than he does. i'm such a stinkin girl.

maybe i should rethink getting together with him in NY. it'll be awkward and i'll probably be pretty disappointed. I just wish he would tell me EXACTLY how he feels about me so that I wouldn't keep trying to read too much into everything.

Window Shopping = BAD idea!

So, lately, I've been talking with Lissa about her and Simon getting married. And now Liz has been married for a couple of months. And Christi now has a website for her wedding up. And Marlene sent me and Mark an e-mail about how Tommy's been talking about rings a lot on the phone lately. She wanted to know what it meant, and I told her clearly, Tommy is giving her a heads up so she has time to tell someone else who will then tell Tommy what kind of ring to get. Cuz Tommy is a smart boy and knows that EVERY girl already knows what kind of ring she wants and he's just doing his research so he'll get a good one.

Mark thought that was funny and then wanted to know what kind of ring I wanted. So I was doing some window shopping for engagement rings today. BAAAAAAD idea.


Now I want to be engaged.



And I want to be engaged soon.






Like, yesterday. ;)

It drives me nuts!

So my new favorite joke of all time: (Discovered on lawschoolnumbers.com of all places...)

A pirate walks into a bar with a steering wheel hanging out of his pants. The bartender looks at him and asks, "You there! What is that hanging out of your pants?"
The pirate responds, "ARRRGGGH, it drives me nuts!"

Which is not NEARLY as funny as Sarah's response to my joke:

"ummm i don't get the joke. sorry to be a critical audience but why would he have a steering wheel in his pants and why is it funny that it is driving him nuts? wouldn't that be obvious? i think i have no sense of humor... :-("

Cool picture for the day:

Are they SERIOUS?!?!

Read a story today. Got infuriated. Now want to go to Wisconsin and kick some ass.

Wisconsin & Birth Control

I mean - COME ON!!! What's next?!!? are we going to make condoms illegal? And don't even get me started on what shit like this does to rape victims!!!! Does NObody else see how asinine this is?!?!

If I can't be Bette Midler...

When I was a little girl, I saw the movie Beaches for the first time and became obsessed. I watched the movie religiously and decided that when I grew up I was going to be Bette Midler. Today, I don't want to be Bette Midler anymore, but I have a new dream that is equally unattainable. If I could be anything in the whole world, I would be an amazing photographer. (or possibly a Broadway star - but their work schedule sucks) Check out this site - they have some of the coolest photos ever, and it changes them daily:

Flickr Favorites

Wicked, here I come!!!!

GOOD NEWS!!!! I'm finally going to see Wicked live! Labor Day Weekend I'm going to stay with Sarah on Long Island and we're going to visit Mark and my cousin Kerry, and then on Friday night we're going to Wicked!!! WOOHOO! I couldn't BE more excited. This'll be the highlight of my whole summer (it even tops the fourth and my 21st bday!).

My mom is kind of disappointed in me for spending the money, but I think it's worth it. Of course, this means I'm going to be living the life of a cheap bastard for the remainder of my summer. But it really makes no difference - this is going to be an AMAZING trip!

Applications

The Law School Admission Council finally posted their online applications. I know what I'LL be doing for the rest of summer, how bout you?

Rent, the movie!!!!

so Miss Kitty and I went to see Must Love Dogs last night - TERRIBLE movie, but there were two great things that came out of it.

1. my mom leaned over to offer me popcorn during this very serious part of the movie, and before she could even ask me if I wanted some, she had dumped the ENTIRE bag in my lap! I laughed so hard I couldn't breathe and then everyone around us was totally annoyed. Best part of the whole movie.

2. I saw the preview for the movie of Rent - OMG, OMG, OMG, OMG, OMG!!!!! I'm SOOOOOOOOO excited - it's going to be SOOOOOOOOO good!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I HAVE to go see it - November 11th, mark your calendar!

New Zealand Bra Fence

Apparently there's a sheep farmer in New Zealand who has a fence on his property that is a local tourist attraction:

Bra Fence

I think I want to start one of these in Hanover. Maybe on all of the construction fences that had to wait till my senior year to take over campus, and make it so ugly and orange.

August, here we come

Happy last night of July. I just finished taking a practice LSAT - 178, WOOOO HOOO!!!!!! If only I can repeat this experience, I'll be more than ready for October.

And on another note, tonight's the last night of August. Anyone who knows me knows that I'm big on plans and goals and other such anal-retentive behaviors. So I thought tonight would be a good night to set myself some goals for the rest of summer:

1. Get my teeth cleaned. Not a big deal to most, I know, but mine are gross. And I've got a hundred bazillion cavities. So those all need to get taken care of before going back to Hanover.

2. I gotta get my law school personal statements written. Sure wish I wasn't the worst writer in the whole wide world.

3. The recent discovery of the last six months is that I'm going gray!!!! NO JOKE! This MUST be dealt with immediately. I s'pose I should get my hair dyed, but I feel too young to have to go in and get "clipped & dipped". The only other thing I can come up with is that I should shave my head. But I'm very sensitive about my fat head, so I think that this solution probably won't pan out. Anyway, again, I'm up for suggestions. (And does anyone else agree that since I'm going gray at 21, I probably won't live past 30?)

4. Before I go to school, I want to have 85% of my law school applications (meaning everything but the recommendations and the LSAT score) filled out. GULP!!!!! It won't be hard to do, I'm just so scared about this whole process. Applying to college was tramatic enough - I thought law school would be easier. But it turns out that practically every school I want to go to has a 3% acceptance rate. Here's hoping I don't have to relive the Harvard/Yale nightmare day of my senior year in high school.

Anyway, that's all for now. Looking back, setting goals for seven weeks seem so ludicrous, neurotic, and anal that I wonder how anyone can even put up with me. Ah well, clearly some people do, and to those people - I'll always be grateful. ;)

Cheyenne

Chatty little kids are my all-time favorite:
Riding the bus home from work yesterday, I met Cheyenne. She was 8 and she hadn't lost a single baby tooth yet. But her premanent teeth were coming in anyway - she showed me. Sure enough, there were three teeth popping up behind her front three bottom teeth. So she has to get the baby ones pulled. And her grandmother (who was with her) is 57 - and clearly that's too old to remember the alphabet. Cheyenne bets if her grandma tried, she'd say it was A-C-X-T-Y. Also, Cheyenne knows addition but not subtraction. And her parents are divorced but her mom doesn't like visiting her dad's house, so they always meet at a Sonic.

Anyway, that last bit kinda hit me funny. I always have a hard time when I encounter kids with divorced parents. Hats off to Cheyenne who seemed totally cool with it - I only wish more kids were lucky like her. Last March, when we went to Florida for Mock Trial, I saw the most awful scene between a father, his two daughters, and the South West Airlines gate attendants. Apparently, the kids were flying home to their mom's and as they got to their gate, they saw the plane pull away. The father was pissed and made a huge scene. That scene resulted in the younger daughter crawling up into a ball beside the counter eating her hair and crying. The older daughter (probably around 14) meanwhile, was pacing like mad listening to her discman trying to drown out the sounds of her dad yelling at the gate attendants. Eventually, security had to lead the man away with his upset daughters in tow. I also had to walk away just to avoid having an anxiety attack - scenes like that are just all too familiar...

It's kids like Cheyenne that make me want to get married and have 6 kids, and it's scenes like the one in Florida that make me wonder if I'm doomed to repeat the mistakes of my parents. I would almost rather not have kids if it'll just mean that I'm going to pass on all of my personal issues and baggage on them. But then I remember that for all that we put up with my dad/stepmonster and all of the drama and bullshit we had to deal with every time we stepped foot in Ohio, we also had one hell of a family to return to in Nebraska. And that makes me think that maybe I'm not so screwed up afterall - clearly I'm my own person, who will determine her own future, and I can have a Wanser family just by deciding that that's the way it'll be.

And I can produce a bazillion happy go-lucky kids just like Cheyenne someday.

You know it's a sad day...

...when the media covers FIFTY-FIVE times more Michael Jackson stories than they do on the Darfur genocides:

Celebrity Trials v. Darfur

Or, if you have a NY times account:

Original Op-Ed

P.S.

big shout out to Rene for checking my blog and being my mother's lover! ;> for those of you who haven't heard the story, Rene made a crack once about having sex with my mom. Well, I was hurt - I'm sure you can imagine - how come my mom was having sex with Rene and never told me?!?! So I called her up, and demanded answers:

Me: "MOM! Rene says you guys had sex!!!!!"
Mom: [brief silence] "Huh. Well, was I any good?"

Later my mom told that sometimes she thinks I share too much. Imagine that.

Tying up loose ends...

Today is a ho-hum day for tying up loose ends. Applied for a loan for next year, got some scheduling stuff taken care of, paid some bills, and now I'm just waiting for the work day to be over so I can go home and take a practice LSAT.

But, on a more positive note - my weekend was AMAZING! Went to the casinos for the first time on Saturday and decided that they are the biggest waste of money ever invented. But I came out ahead four bucks, so the night wasn't a total waste. And Sunday I went to the zoo with Paige and got the shit scared out of me by a gorilla charging me.

Sunday night I went to Amber's - Amber is a friend from junior high. We kept in touch while we were in high school and then a year and half ago she had a baby - Abby. Amber never ceases to amaze me - she stayed in school and hasn't missed a term since she found out she was pregnant. She'll graduate next spring, at the same time I do, and yet she has accomplished it with SOOO many more obstacles. Anywho, Sunday night was really relaxing - Amber's parents live on a farm of sorts outside of Missouri Valley and their house is by far my favorite thing about going home. And I love Bev (her mom) to death - she quilts and has a huge garden and sent me home with a huge jar of homemade pickles, and its so much fun to visit her in the winter cuz we just sit around a fire and chill. I think the biggest thing I miss about living in Missouri Valley is the Binnings. Here's hoping I still get to visit them for many years to come!

OH! And the concert (THE reason for the trip) - well, it was just amazing. One of the best I've ever been to. I had to overlook the fact that Michelle and I were the youngest people in the whole crowd as far as I could tell, but Neil Diamond puts on an AWESOME show and I was so happy we went. Plus, we went with Tom and Mona (uncle + aunt) and spent lots of time discussing graduation plans - it's going to be a TOTAL blast! Dartmouth won't know what hit it after the Wansers roll into town.

I heart Miss Kitty

I owe a great many things to my mother. The most important of these is her ability to take a perfectly common and acceptable phrase and bastardize it, almost to a point beyond recognition.

Case in point:

Me: "Hey, Mom. I ordered my ticket this morning to Boston in the fall. It was $99.20, k?"

Mom: [insert dry, sarcastic tone] "I don't know. I mean, you told me $99. That 20 cents might be the camel that broke the camel's back."

At least I can still say leather bustier

A couple of years ago, my friend Chris told me I don't smell like anything. Angeles smells like something and Kristina smells like something, but I am completely odorless.

At the time I had a nose ring - who needs an odor? I've got a nose ring - that'll make me different. But it turns out that no one ever noticed I had a nose ring and it definitely didn't stand out in any way shape or form. Plus, I had to pull it out for a mock trial tournament and it got caught and I was in a hurry, so I just had to pull really hard. It hurt like a crazy mo'fo and I swore that my nose ring days were over.

Then last winter I had this freakish bump on my thumb nail. I thought it was cool, though others disagreed. Regardless, I couldn't name a single other person who had one. But then it grew out and now my nails are completely normal and nondescript.

So I've got nothin. Nothin that makes me stand out one bit from the other medium-height people out there with medium-length hair and of medium-intelligence.

Well...... that's not entirely true - there's one thing. Once a lady commented to me in a bookstore that I sound just like that girl on the identity theft commercials (you know, the one that's a voice over for the guy with the big belly in the wife beater). She begged and begged me to say "leather bustier (pronounced boustiay)" for her. So I did what any other rational human being who is being told they sound like a ridiculous valley girl recognized only for her insanely high pitched and obnoxious voice. I looked that woman straight in the face, made the meanest, nastiest scowl I could muster, spit on the ground to look more intimidating, and told her she could take her leather bustiers and shove them where the sun does not shine.

Or at least I wanted to.

Growing up

When I was in grade school (I'm guessing somewhere around 4th grade), I started a recycling club. We thought it would be cool to walk around town and pick up trash. This club came after the failed Best Friends Club (complete with dues) that was preceeded by the failed Stationary Club. I also joined a Baptist Church Group (after which my mom was convinced she was losing me and forced me to get confirmed in the Catholic Church as soon as possible). Before I was yanked out of this youth group, however, I can remember going to conferences on how rock music was evil and should be avoided at all costs. In junior high, I participated in an organized gathering of students to pray around a flag pole at my public school. And I was a cheerleader. And I coreographed dances for our choir performances. And I wrote plays and books and all sorts of junk.

Today I don't have a single environmental tendency in my body. I refused to join a sorority because who wants to pay money to have a group of friends? I'm a practicing Catholic by tradition, and borderline atheist by dogma. I listen to angry girl rock and one of my favorite songs is by Ben Folds about a guy tripping in a tree. I would fight to the death to keep prayer out of public schools. I refuse to dance in any state other than flat out drunk, mostly because I suck so much. And I'm a terrible writer - I refuse to reread anything I've ever written. (except for a note to a boy in the 5th grade telling him I like him and asking him to "go out" with me - that's some DAMN funny reading)

So my question is this: is the older, more liberal, better educated and in many ways MUCH more self-conscious me the better one? Or is the younger, naive, confident, more religious, more conservative me the better one? and how the hell did i get here?!?!

I NEED one of these shirts!

from cornwear.com

Those can't be cows!!!

Alright, updates from this weekend:
-Willy Wonka - Good, not great. None of the songs from the original, but the oompa loompa was amazing. Johnny Dep = PEDOPHILE!!!! They were seriously going for a Michael Jackson look with him. And it worked.

-Harry Potter parties - BAD IDEA!!!! we thought they'd be a bunch of 10 year olds, but it turns out, they are breeding grounds for all of the teenagers who would have been trekies if born in the right generation. You know you're with the wrong crowd when everyone is dressed in capes and discussing the romantic lives of fictional characters.


-Sarah's visit - really fun. Sarah held her own with my family, which says a lot about her stamina. My uncle kept trying to tell her that our ribs were actually beef, and not pork, and that she should join us for our 9:30 appointment with our rabbi (otherwise known as Roman Catholic mass). My favorite part of the weekend was driving by a field where Sarah tried to convince me that the big huge animals were not cows (clearly they were too big to be cows), but were instead oxen. See left for a visual of these giant oxen. OH, and we got to go to the Hibachi Grill again - my favorite place in the whole wide world to eat. See right for picture of Sarah catching shrimp in her mouth that the cook tossed at her.

Harry & Willy....ew - dirty!

Sarah comes to visit tonight - WOOHOO! I'm so excited! But it seems that this work day will NEVER EVER end!!! I've already spent hours blitzing Mark and Shaunak (who will both hate me by the time summer is over due to the ridiculously large number of blitzes I send them a day). See right for a picture of Shaunak's gay professor (taken during a lecture today with his cellphone cuz I said I wanted to see this gay prof). I swear to God the minute five o'clock hits, I'm going to jump up and down and do a jig!

Also, this weekend will be all about expressing the inner children cuz Friday is both the day that the new Harry Potter is released AND the day that the new Willy Wonka comes out. Chelle saw a sneak preview of Willy Wonka and apparently it's fabulous. So I imagine that Sarah and I'll be spending a lot of time with pre-pubescent children this weekend.

And in other developments, Lissa and I started a book club - anyone else want to join? Also, Lissa, since I think you're the only one who regularly reads this, Paige is totally up for the zoo on Sunday the 24th. So I s'pose we got ourselves a date. Wanna invite anyone else? Is Emily in Omaha for the summer? It might be fun to go out to breakfast first too.... OH, and just so you know and we can avoid any uncomfortable conversation - Paige's boy broke up with her. It was pretty sad at the time I think, but she says she's gotten over it for the most part. You know Paige, even if she hasn't, she won't let on. Anyway, just so you know... (also, notice how my blog is less of an online journal and more of an online message service for you and I?)

Gayer than a two dollar bill

Driving into work today, my mom showed me a note she had gotten from Randy at work.

Me: "That was nice. But tell Randy his handwriting sucks. And he should get instructions. And I'd be willing to offer them for a discounted rate."

Miss Kitty: "Yeah, well, he's gayer than a two dollar bill."

Who comes UP with these things?!?!

War of the Worlds Random Thoughts

Sarah sent me this, her self-titled "random thought of the day":
so i just saw the movie, "War of the Worlds" the other night with Ruthie, and despite it being a g-d awful flick, it leaves one begging the question, "why are all supposedly impovershed protagonists wearing designer jeans?" There flailing on screen was Mr. Tom Cruise decked out in his Paper Denim jeans. This is not the first case of such character-clothing incongruity; likewise in "Closer," Natalie Portman as a stripper (yes, STRIPPER) had on a pair of Citizens of Humanity dungarees. Again, strange, considering that all these characters are supposed to be "like us, the common man" while wearing all this expensive clothing, figuring at around $150-180 for a pair of jeans. Where is the justice? Where is the reality?

That lead to MY random thought of the day:
I also just saw war of the worlds with Miss Kitty on Monday. She got up and walked out half way through, but I was mildly entertained. Or maybe it was just that I was trying to prove to myself that I could sit through an entire action flick without killing myself in the hopes that for the next bf, I will be able to sit through "guy" movies. ;) but who am I kidding? even if I can make it through an action flick, you will never EVER get me to sit through an entire showing of Tommy Boy and I am therefore odious to any real guy.

Does Quizilla know something I don't?!!?

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Who has the money for this?!?!

GOING TO LAW SCHOOL:

- Taking the Law School Admission Test (LSAT): $255 (including $115 to take the test as well as $140 on all of the test prep materials)
- Registering with the Law School Admission Council (LSAC): $106
- Applying to Law Schools: $924 (including an average of $65 fee + $12 transcript fee for 12 schools)
- Tuition, Room, & Board at Law School for Three Years: $172,500 ($57,500/year)

Getting into just ONE of my top choice schools? PRICELESS!!!!

I swear, I will never get out of debt as long as I live.

Barnes and Noble beats angina anyday.

2 recent developments on the homefront:

1. I have a new least favorite word. Angina. It sucks. It could be at the top of my list of least favorite words. I would name some of my other least favorite words, but most of them refer to female body parts and it isn't appropriate to list them on a public site.

2. I have a new favorite chair. It's in Barnes and Noble. This chair is amazing - the perfect combination of being big enough to curl up in and soft enough to sink into when you sit in it. And don't give me any crap about spending a Saturday evening in a chair at Barnes and Noble. If you met this chair, you would realize that all of your previous Saturday evenings fall short of the heaven you are experiencing. And then you would join me in my chair-praising cult. And life would be grand for you too.

Yay for the Midwest!!!

So some lady pulling out of a parking spot today felt the need to pull down her window and apologize to me because she drove in front of me. (mind you, I was way behind her and walking towards a store) I was actually surprised, I had no idea who she was apologizing to. After turning around twice, expecting to find someone else that she cut off, I realized she had meant her apology for me.

Can I just say, Midwestern people are the nicest EVER! Granted, I'm in Denver, and technically that doesn't count as the Midwest, but whatever. At least every other day someone will start up a random conversation with me in the elevator - complete strangers start talking to me like we're old friends. And my favorite part of the Midwest is how when you drive down the street (and now I'm referring mostly to Iowa and Nebraska), people driving by wave at you. And you don't know them, and they don't know you, and you'll likely never see each other again, but it feels nice to pretend for an instant that you are the closest of friends with everyone you drive by. This is the main reason I hate New York - too many cold, hard-ass people for me.

Anyway, so here's a shotout to the nice lady who apologized to me and reminded me why I love the Midwest.

Don't just laugh, answer the pepperoni

Michelle and Jeff are broken up and I feel terrible for her. Well, sort of.... there always comes a point with Michelle when my patience wears out and I stop feeling sorry for her. Basically, I think she should move on and not sit around waiting for him or pining after him. I think that if he isn't ready to commit or be in a serious relationship (regardless of the reason), she should be strong and move on. She shouldn't let him know how much he's affected her and certainly shouldn't keep expecting him to come back. If he does, than it's meant to be. But that doesn't mean she should sit around waiting for the improbable. Why do I care so much to go on and on about this today? Cuz I think it's damn good advice for ME and the more I think about Michelle's situation, the more perspective I get on my OWN situation. So in continuation of yesterday's self-righteousness, I hope that today's bitching will at least benefit someone (that someone being me). And really, I think Michelle is completely justified in how she's acting right now....ME, on the other hand....

In other news, I bought the second season of Gilmore Girls on DVD yesterday (hence the blog title), and it's the best purchase I've made since my iPod. YAY!

Self-righteous?!?! ME?!?!

Woke up VERY crabby this morning. Yesterday afternoon was all about the unexpected (and unwanted) announcements:

1. Liz got married. A civil union. No clue why. Now she's living with Erik, married to him, and working at Burger King. Will she go back to school in the fall? Who knows. Will she stay at school IF she comes back? Who knows. What the heck is she going to do after she graduates? Who knows. I have nothing against people getting married at the age of 21, I have everything against LIZ getting married at the age of 21. To a guy that she fights with and breaks up with every week. To a guy with no future. To a guy who doesn't speak English. To a guy that will only make graduating and finding a job/residency in the States that much more difficult.

2. My Dad recovered from his heart surgery only to announce plans for his next big cross-country bike trip. Again, I have nothing against his bike trips in theory, but it just means that he's yet again packing up and leaving Courtney and Mollie without any reliable source of income (or sane parent for that matter). It just irks me that if my mom or Amy (my ex-stepmother) had ever wanted to make such a trip or do something crazy like pack up and leave town for months at a time, they never could have done so. They had kids to take care of and raise. Why is that my dad is any different? He's got 5 DAUGHTERS and he acts like he doesn't have a commitment in the world.

ANYWAY, that's what is bugging me this morning. But in an attempt to get beyond being self-righteous and judgmental, this is the last I'll complain of it. Especially since I have yet to have a decent conversation with my Dad or Liz. I'm going to hold my tongue because if what I say won't change how they behave, then there's no reason for me to say it. It'll only be for my own smug benefit later and that's not worth anything in the long run. So wish me luck, cuz I'm terrible at holding my tongue.

Black Leather Condoms & Mosquito Bites

Fourth of July in O'Neill this weekend - my favorite time of the whole year. Every year, I start looking forward to the fourth sometime in February or March, and always leave O'Neill really sad and depressed when it's over. This year was no exception. Not much time to recap everything so highlights will have to suffice:

-I made the mistake of telling Michelle the story of the book of male nudes Sarah brought me and Angeles from France. There was a page that I thought featured a leather condom when in fact it was a uncicumsized black guy. Well, Chelle told everyone and I didn't live it down the whole weekend. But I still maintain that had any of them seen the black uncircumsized penis, they would have had their doubts too!!!

-This being the first Fourth where I'm legal, we of course went out to the bars. Note to self: DO NOT attempt to sing karaoke EVER! We started out okay when Krista and I sang Flash Dance What a Feeling, but slowly degenerated from there into Do Wah Diddy with Chelle. I ended the night on an okay note when Krista and I did Baby Got Back, but only cuz when it got to the part where we forgot the lyrics she did her own improv rap - highly amusing! And we closed the bar down singing "Pussy, Pussy" (to the tune of "Sugar, Sugar") to uncle John cuz he wouldn't join us.

-I have mosquito bites all over my feet and hands from the drive-in, and the movie was terrible to boot (herbie fully loaded), but it was fun hanging out with Kristin (even if she is a total bigot now!!!).

-Friday I spent the whole day at Millie's. We made cookies in the morning, and then did absolutely nothing. Not a damn thing. And it was the best time I've had in a while. I'm always surprised at how quickly I forget that Millie's kitchen table is my most favorite place in the whole world to be.

-Tom has some new property outside of O'Neill that is quite literally in the middle of nowhere. Lots of pastures and alfalfa fields - it was really gorgeous. Who'd of thunk that I could have so much fun in a cow pasture on a river and then in a bunch of fields out in the country?!? (oh yeah, and of course there was another toast to my toes - All in all, a brilliant end to a not so PC joke)

Anyway, it's back to work today. A boring, gray day which is only slightly improved by the fact that I got a 175 on my practice LSAT this morning - WOOHOO! K, looking back my highlights are actually quite long. I should get back to work.