Tuesday, December 7, 2004

Why are all my male friends eensy?


Dear ExpressMen,

Why are all the good clothes you sell not available in 'Small'? Do you get a lot of miniature, finnicky fashion queens who come in, looking for a splash of color? Just wondering. I would have so bought that salmon pink merino wool sweater otherwise.

Yours,
Theresa LaGuardia

Sunday, November 14, 2004

The injustice associated with not wearing neon.

Yo yo, my peeps. I figure I should make an entry on what's going on in ole Tennessee just because I haven't done so in a while. (What a boring reason. Jeez.)

So. Work's been.. interesting. People are gettin' fired up, to use the pun blatantly. Yeah. Jobs in jeopardy, tears for fears, and lots of people being pissed off in general. [suddenly changes topic] Here's something that always makes me mad: Foreign exchange students who get boyfriends within weeks or months of coming here. What the fuck?! I've been here 21 years, and am still scraping for a hug, and you come in with your bejeweled flip flops and neon belts.. and everyone wants a piece! THE INJUSTICE!!!

*calms* Whatever. That was a "for instance", btw. meh heh.

Wednesday, August 18, 2004

Blech.


I'm sorry, I just don't think male swimmers are attractive. At all. Sorry guys.

Friday, June 11, 2004

The Inevitable Return of the Great White T.

NOT DEAD!!!! Yep, that's right. :o)

How long has it been since I last updated? Sheesh man. Beginning of March it seems. Well, I could throw out every excuse in the book, but I'll spare you all and just try to catch up the last 3 months in one beautiful, heartfelt entry. Sound good? Eh. I think I'm losing my touch honestly.

Sooo... the big ole Spring Break Milwaukee 2004! Err.. 3 months ago! It was grand fun. Colleen and Ben were waiting for me in the airport with a poster sign reading "Slashers 2004". I'm sure many others were confused, but whatever. Hehe. But anyway, it was raining a bit on the way back, and as luck would have it, Ben's windshield wipers decided to stop functioning just days before. So.. we drove carefully? Heh. But yeah.. first stop.. Grocery City!

I'm in a bit of an odd mood, so I throw my beautissimus Philadelphia cream cheese into the shopping cart freethrow style, illiciting cheers from many toddlers in aisle 9. Well, not really. But that would have been cool. I think the only thing it accomplished was having Ben look at me oddly, but yeah. More shop shop shopping. At one point, me and Colleen came across bags of powdered doughnuts. Ok.. BAGS. As in, plastic. As in.. bread-style. And I just went, "These are sold in bags? Huh?" Cue Ben from around the corner. Cue Ben picking up said powdered doughnut bag and placing it in cart. Cue hysterical laughter.

Wow, this update is going to take forever at this rate. I really do remember too many details. Lemme speed this along. So basically, Colleen and Ben rule for letting me crash their apartment for an entire week. I slept on the infamous futon, and I saw their lovely yellowfied kitchen. We drank Sprite Remix like nobody's business (though, I think Colleen had a few more than me) and watched gay gay gay movies up da' hizzouz. We also went to this cute little store that was going out of business and I bought a few things for my then-future apartment. A sun/moon/star mirror and a clock made out of a can of black beans. Really rare, the cashier told me. Heh, like I care. Now give me my change. Something like that.

Ok.. skipping skipping skipping... I of course got a cheesehead hat and a t-shirt that says, "Where's the Bubbler?" For those of you not into the Southeastern Wisconsin slang, that's a water fountain. :o) But anyway, also got to see where Colleen works and hang out there for a while. The ham and swiss sandwich in the Starbucks is glorious, I really must say. But anyway, I of course found the Gay section of the store and hit up the "Best of the Best" erotic short story collections. Though, at one point (and I know this sounds bad), that place was mad busy, and there was nowhere to sit.. and my feet were killing me. So I crashed in the last remaining open armchair in the children's section to read my trashy gayness. So yeah. It's not like they could see what I was reading anyway. I hid the cover and all.. but Colleen still came up to me and said it might not be too good to read that there. I then had a Ron Weasley moment and said, "But everywhere else is full." And so on.

Parting was such sweet sorrow from Wisconsin, but I have a feeling it was truly time for me to go. I mean, it was an entire week. Almost. But yeah, very fun. Did I mention we went to Chicago one day to shop? Guess not. Well, we did. Heh. And Ben is a very good driver. Despite that police officer stopping him on the way back. Pointing out all his shortcomings. But anyway, I thank you both again. I shall be posting pictures I took from the trip whenever I can get near a scanner.. which should be rather soon. Hip hip!

Ok, now on to more recent things. Hmmm. Why have I been so absent? Well, work namely. Not nearly as much free time as before. And my advertising major is also really starting to bite me in the ass, as it seems there's always some sort of "huge project" due every other week. But yeah. You can all just chalk the rest up to sheer laziness. Sorry. Annnyway, Joy was right when she said Financial Management was the class from hell. I seriously went there everyday, sat down, didn't listen, and just squiggled and drew cartoons in my notes the whole time. Genuine learning right there. But I ended up with a C+ in the class.. which really couldn't make me any happier. I dreaded the D for a while there. And I've only gotten one D as a term grade in my entire life. That's right. D+ in 6th grade P.E. Woo hoo.

In other news, I am now the proud owner of Nigel, my beautiful new Ford Focus. 2004! He's ever so lovely. MP3 player, alloy wheels, spoiler. I couldn't be more proud. *sheds silent tear* But the other day, I came back to find that the birds in the trees of my apartment complex hate Nigel, and chose to shit upon him like a white, gooey downpour. It was really quite appalling how much was smeared upon my car.. and I just had it washed! So, it's pretty much caked on now. Poor, poor Nigel. I shall have to wash him again this weekend.

I am also in my very own 1 bedroom apartment in Knoxville now! Very spacious, very lovely, very clean.. and most importantly.. very air conditioned! It's 800 square feet, and I have some awesome furniture up in hee-yah. And my area rug really pulls the room together, Big Lebowski style.