Thursday, November 13, 2003

A Little Slice of Tennessee Livin'.

Hey hey hey, boys and girls. Taking a break from my mountain of Advertising work to give a nice lil' update on things.

Retreat was stupid. It was just like I had taken a trip back to 7th grade and was forced to laugh all night at stupid shit (except in 7th grade stupid shit actually WAS funny). First of all, we sat around a bonfire and roasted marshmallows. Then we roasted hot dogs over it for dinner. Then I made a comment about 'schwetty weiners' and everyone said I had a dirty mind. Uhhh.. you think? So I kept making perverted comments all night for good measure. Stupid prudes.

Then we played this game called "I have never ever" where we had to say something we had never done, and if you had done what the person said, you put one of your 10 fingers down. Somebody choke me now. Anyway, it got to the point where me and this other girl were the only ones left, and I was WAAAAY in the lead, but then everyone in the circle had to go and start targeting me, saying things like, "I have never ever lived in Melrose Hall" or "I have never ever watched more than one Mr. Show episode in a row". But then came the kicker. My friend Robin said, while looking right at me, "I have never ever read Harry Potter porn." I just squinted my eyes with my 3 fingers still up, and stared right back at her. Then, with pride, I plopped down my ring finger. Then everyone looked at me with gasps of "sick" and "they make that?".. So I explained the smutty goodness and why they should all read it. No one agreed. Ah well. Jerks.

It went on and on, the laughing, the watching of Finding Nemo more than once, the constant remarks of, 'I'm having so much fun, guys.' But it didn't stop there. I was forced into buying crap I didn't want at an airbrush t-shirt place (*cough*whitetrash*cough*), and I was told the last morning there that I moan in my sleep. Nice.

The next day I called my mom to see what was going on at home, and I decided to tell her where I went all weekend and had absolutely no fun whatsoever. I described it as a "some gay retreat" and my mom just stoppped me and was like.. WHAT?! She thought I actually meant a gay retreat, as in lesbians. Also nice. Thanks mom. But really, if I was a lesbian.. wouldn't I have told her by now? Psh.

Blah blah blah, ooh, got a job at the university paper for next semester as an Advertising Production Assistant. He basically hired me on the spot. Didn't even read my application, only my transcript-- which I'm guessing was good. It's going to be 15-20 hours a week, and more hours "if I like".. yeah right. They've already destroyed my glorious 4-day weekends and sleeping until noon everyday. Not to mention me having to come back a week early from winter break just to "train". Extra hours my ass. But it should be a good experience overall. And at least I'll be getting paid for it. Hello, Spring Break money. It's good to see you again.

And now some other random news. Today I left my room at 4 o'clock, not thinking much about the weather outside. That is.. until I came back at 9 and found a giant puddle of water on my floor beside the window. "What's that?" I said to myself. Then I looked up and saw-- to my terror-- an open window. It was raining buckets outside and I left the window open all day long. But the situation got worse as I directed my attention towards my computer... which was all wet. ALL OF IT.

I freaked. I grabbed a towel out of the laundry I had just washed and started to mop it all up. I grabbed the keyboard and was greeted with a fresh downfall of cold water onto my shoes. "Well, I guess that doesn't work anymore," I said aloud. Then I saw my speakers and headphones slopped in wetness as well. I should have cried, but I didn't. I was just mildly annoyed, truthfully.

Had a spare keyboard in my closet, so I'm using that now. My speakers are kind of fooked though. It goes from kind of soft to 'LOUD, OH MY GOD WHY IS IT SO LOUD???' in the tiniest bit of a turn. So I can't really get an in-between volume, which sucks, but oh well. No way I can afford to replace them though. They're what my mom refers to as 'the best you can buy'. Yeah, needless to say, she won't be hearing about the rain incident.

Thursday, June 12, 2003

There's a reason you only see them when you're about to die.


My mom swears she saw an angel kneeling beside her bed when she was halfway asleep one night. Yeah, don't ask. Now I'm thinking some angel on a rampage for blood is walking around our house and will be waiting in my bedroom to kill me whenever I go into it. Thanks, Mom.