Summer time and the livin's easy...
A little too easy, though. I actually miss being stressed. Don't get me wrong, I love sleeping for roughly 10 hours every night to wake up and lay outside in the sun until I'm golden brown and then come in to watch the Scrubs episodes I taped from that morning. It's a lovely existence, just not very meaningful and I guess I like the feeling of having a purpose. I am taking a class at Kent State (philosophy, ugh) and I am still working at FYE (I got a whopping 4 hours last week) so I'm being somewhat purposive. Though I'm pretty sure working at FYE does not do much good for humanity or myself. However, there is now free gum and I'm allowed to park right in front of the store instead of in the plaza parking lot. And that's where the perks end.
I started out the summer with an Akron Adventure with Colleen Bott. (The one-and-only Mike Peterson commented on this adventure with "whats awesome is akron looks a lot like akon. so when you say you have an akron adventure, it looks like an akon adventure, as if you were smacking lots of...thats." He really likes rap music and he's a gangsta) Colleen and I drove around Akron, stopping wherever we please. We ended up going to 10 different places in one afternoon, including the VDO (not a disease, but the Village Discount Outlet), Good Will (thrifting is key in AK-rowdy), Revival, Alladin's, some smoothie place, an old bookstore (I almost bough a book on cannibalisms, but refrained), West Point Market, a pet store with lots of cats sitting in one place and never moving (it was freaky), and Archbishop Hoban High School (where Mr. Anderson invited me to his History Spectacular 4th of July Celebration). Muchos good times. I really recommend that smoothie place. I'd tell you the name, but I forgot it, so you'll just have to look around Akron.
To add a little purpose to my lazy existence in St. Ow, I've been going to the gym religiously. I have muscles now. They are very small, but considering before they were non-existent, I'm pretty proud of myself. I always wear something Notre Dame to the gym, hoping one day someone will notice and say "Ahoy! Do you go to Notre Dame?" I just really want to talk about ND and I would love it if someone approached me with an Ahoy. But alas, I'm guessing that my Irish attire makes people think I am of St. Vincent St. Mary's high school, which is heinous.
Philosophy class at Kent State is almost over now (thank goodness) but I did manage to make a new friend the first day of class. We met at the bookstore as we were buying our books. The attraction was instant, he being tall, tan, and blue-eyed and me being bored and desperate. However, because he was attracted to me as well, he was crazy. I am a crazy magnet. I do not know how this happened. It's not like I'm a friendly person, so maybe I only attract crazies because these people are more persistent or something. In any case, the young gentleman turned out to be a 5th year senior philosophy major (as you can tell, my type of guy already), but is pursuing a career in music, though he has not played in public in 4 years. We have a winner! Since my crazy detector has not yet gone off or my inner crazy magnet is drawing me to him, when he offers to go on a walk around campus, I, of course, agree. During this walk, he talks my ear off about his philosophy of life, which is total crap. Apparently, he bears a greater burden than the rest of the world because he understands the universe better and, since everyone has takes care of him to the point where he doesn't have to worry about long-term employment, he feels a greater sense of loneliness than everyone else. He went on and on about the merits of organic food and the high he once got from eating an organic orange (I may have accidentally suggested that I, too, enjoy organic food, but really I meant that I eat Lean Cuisines). Oh, and he called himself a sexy giraffe. Not even kidding. And he has a hoop earring that makes him look like a pirate, but not exactly the Johnny Depp kind. Later on our walk, in the middle of telling me why his music is like a wave and some building on Kent State's campus, he says, "I don't think people hold hands enough." He then takes my hand, clasps it with both of his, and stares deeply into my eyes. As if this weren't enough, he places my hand on his chest and mutters something about a connection or herbal tea or something. So naturally, when he asks me out on a date, I say yes. Please, before you judge me and say that I am as crazy as the people I end up dating, allow me to explain myself. We were in the middle of Kent's campus when he asked. If I said no, he might have run away, leaving me lost in a campus full of hippies. Plus, I just don't know how to say no, apparently. I decided that we should meet at Starbucks after I got off work one Friday because I knew what time Starbucks closed and had some family members who worked there who could protect me. Rape whistle and Mace in hand, I went on my date. The strangest part was that it wasn't awful. He wasn't exaclty Normal McNormalson, but he wasn't as cracked out as before. It was actually a lovely evening, which totally threw me for a loop. What was I to think of him now? Should I give him a chance? Was the crazy guy thing a put on? Then he came to class one day wearing a sleeveless shirt. That settles that. This guy is history. (well, that, and he tried to give me a detailed account of how he would kiss me online one night. It did not seem appealing). I have since been ignoring him and he has finally started ignoring me back. So now my life is open to the next creeper. Bring 'em on.
Other than the above, I've been watching a lot of movies this summer. And by a lot I mean one I've never seen before each night. I'll give you a complete list later. Happy 4th of July, everyone!
Monday, July 02, 2007
Thursday, May 03, 2007
Survey Says...
I've had some complaints about the lack of blog updates. For this I apologize. The two main complainers are Tomas and Metzger, who left me these messages on AIM:
Classes are over, finals start next week, and I am almost half-way done with college. Holy crap, that is scary! What's even more frightening/exciting is that I'm going to be living in Rome in just a few short months! EEEEEEE!!!!!! This summer, I'm going to prepare by speaking Italian with old Italian men who live in North Hill in Akron and my mom is going to teach me how to make pasta. She has also insisted that I start drinking wine this summer, so that I am prepared to appreciate the fine products of the Italian vineyards. Whateva.
I went to Pig Toastal again this year. You may recall from a previous post that my experience at Pig Toastal last year ended with my special pink cup getting stolen. This year, I didn't even get a special cup because by the time I got there, they were all out! But, other adventures were to be had. Caitlin and I were waiting in the line to get into the party (yes, there was a line, because you had to get checked off a list by one of the bouncers) and we decided that we really had to pee. Nearby establishments had signs declaring that no public restroom use was permitted, so we spotted a nearby dental office and decided that we could use their bathroom. We opened the first door, no problem. The second door, however, was the issue. When I opened this UNLOCKED door, the building alarm went off, causing Caitlin and I to inconspicuously scream and run away. We panicked for a while about the cops identifying us via security cameras in the dental office or the cops coming to the dental office then driving down the street to bust up Pig Toastal, making the destruction of the biggest party of the year our fault. However, none of this happened and Caitlin and I proceeded to have a fabulous time, except for the horrific sunburn I got that I am still peeling from. Gross.
Other things I have not written about....Angela and I went on a sweet spring break to Floriday where we went to Disney World, Universal Studios, and Daytona Beach. This one time, we went to a beach and needed somewhere to change, but there were no public restrooms and we couldn't get into the bars, so we had to change in this really shady surf shack. I waited outside while Angela changed, and one of the shops "sales associates" was staring at a computer the whole time going "oooooh yeah. I love my job." When it was my turn to go into the bathroom and change, I checked for cameras. I didn't see any, but I'm not convinced that there were none. If you would like to know more about the trip, you should look at the pictures on my photobucket.
My Oma visited with my family this past weekend. She loves Notre Dame. She came wearing blue and gold. She's nuts. She was most impressed by the Dining Hall. She couldn't believe how much food there was. She would not approve of my starting every sentence with "she."
Recently, my facebook has had some relationship status activity. Don't get excited, I'm not really dating anyone. However, In the span of 24 hours, I went from being single, to an open relationship, to a relationship, to engaged, to married, to its complicated, and back to single. I've been busy. Barry Mills is the guy. He is a 59 1/2 year old bus driver from Australia. He is a real person, but Metzger controls his facebook. Barry's and my love runs as deep as the Outback is hot...which is very. Actually, maybe not, but whatever. The comments on my wall were pretty good.
I don't really want to rehash the past few months, because if you really care to know, you would have been talking to me during those months anyway. So instead of going over more of my life happenings, I'm going to fill out one of those annoyingly long surveys that asks ridiculous questions about my life that have no real significance. Enjoy!
Single or Taken: Single, though there has been some recent facebook activity with Barry Mills
Siblings: 1 younger brother, Alex
Eye color: brown
shoe size: 8 1/2
Height: 5' 5"
What are you wearing right now? sweatpants, my frosh-o t-shirt, leopard slippers. Hey, its finals week...almost
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FAVORITES
Kind of pants: ones that make my butt look good
Number: Depends on what I'm counting
animal: I like horses, though leopards are really pretty
Drink: juice, or water with lemon
Sport: to play--boxing, tennis to watch--speed walking
Month: July
Juice: cranberry (my girlfriend drinks cranberry juice when she's on her period. are you on your period or something?)
Favorite cartoon character: Angry Beavers, specifically Norbert
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Have You Ever...
Given anyone a bath: no....
Bungee Jumped?: no, but i might be up for that
Made yourself throw-up?: no, but after eating a lot, i sometimes find myself wishing for a vomitorium
Gone skinny dipping?: yep
Eaten a dog?: NO!
Loved someone so much it made you cry?: Have you ever tried to find the words but they don't come out right? Have you ever? Brandy has
Broken a bone?: yes, my wrist
How?: Fell off my horse into a giant mud puddle
Played truth or dare?: duh, i had sleepovers growing up
Been on a plane?: yes
Came close to dying?: don't think so, but maybe i was and didn't realize it
Been in a sauna?: yes
been in a hotub?: yes, i have one at home!
Swam in the ocean?: yep
Cried in school?: one time in middle school during gym class, i got hit in the neck with an airborn hockey puck. It hurt like a mofo
Fell off your chair?: of course!
Sat by the phone all night waiting for someone to call?: haha yeah who hasn't?
Saved IM conversations?: yes! I still have Caitlin's from when she and I were getting to know each other the summer before freshman year! awwww
Saved e-mails?: umm yeah
Used someone?: yeah, but everyone uses each other to a degree
Been cheated on?: Not to my knowledge
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What is...
Your good luck charm?: my family
New fav. song?: My Humps, the Alanis Morisette version
What is beside you?: my notebook for broadcast and cable class. I should be writing a paper right now
Last thing you ate?: trail mix. My grandma sends me a ton of it
What kind of shampoo/conditioner: Dove extra moisture
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Ever Had..
Chicken pox: yes
Sore Throat: yeah, hasn't everyone?
Stitches: yep, in my chin
Broken nose: no marcia brady moments for me
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Do You...
Believe in love at first sight?: no
Long distant relationships? i mean, if two people really want to go for it, then go ahead. But I'm not the type of girl to waste my time spending hours on the phone or online talking to someone who I'll probably end up never speaking to again. Sorry, that was pessimistic, but the long distance thing just isn't worth it.
Like school?: Yes! official nerd here
Who was the last person that called you?: TOMAS! Hey! You got mentioned in my blog!
last person you slow danced with?: Wow, I don't know...actually, I think the answer is Mark Bond hahaha. Oh no, I haven't slow danced since before Christmas!
you smile the most?: no, I'm emo, or perhaps, ElisEmo
Do you like filling these out: soooo much
Do you have glasses or contact lenses?: both
Do you like yourself: most of the time
Do you get along with your family?: I adore my family!
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Are You...
Obsessive Compulsive? no
Final Questions:
What did you do yesterday: Tuesday...hmmm...I went to class, watched Buffy with Caitlin, ate dinner with Oscar, did work, nothing to exciting.
Gotten any awards?: I'm a Notre Dame student...of course I got semi-meaningless overachiever awards haha
What car/truck do you wish to have?: A Lotus Elise/Ford Splash
Where do you want to get married?: Ohio, because its home....and my whole family lives there and I'm not flying everyone out to some island or whatever
Good driver?: ummmmm.....One time I left Castle Point to go back to campus and I somehow ended up back at Castle Point a half hour later. And senior year of high school, I got lost going to school (it was my first time driving there by myself, though)
Have a lava lamp?: Yes! it's purple!
how many remote controls are in your house?: far too many
When you last showered?:this morning
Scary or Funny Movies?: Funny!
Chocolate or Vanilla?: chocolate fo sho
Rootbeer or Dr.Pepper?: gross neither
Skiing or Boarding?: i've never skiid and I don't know what boarding is
Summer or winter?: SUMMER
Silver or Gold?: All that glitters is gold
Diamond or pearl?: Diamonds are a girls best friend (my mother made me memorize this song when I was little and had me perform it on command. Because of this, I will have to marry someone very wealthy)
Sprite or 7up?: 7up yours
Coffee or sweet tea?: coffeeeeee
Phone or in person?: In person of course, unless the person I'm talking to has chronic bad breath
Are you oldest, middle or youngest?: Oldest and wisest
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Today did you...
1. Talk to some one you like: yes!
2. Buy something: coffee, even though I'm on the edge of no flex points
3. Get sick?: nope
8. Talked to an ex?: i don't really do that...
9. Miss someone?: every day
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Last person who....
10. Slept in your bed?: me....and when I woke up there was a construction worker literally right outside my window. So creepy!
11. Saw/heard you cry?: Mike Peterson because he found out that I can cry on cue and filmed me while he forced me to cry
12. Made you cry?: See above response. Peterson is nuts
13. Went to the movies with?: Tomas, Caitlin, Robbie, some other folks
15. Said "I Love You"?: my mom
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16. Ever been in a fight with your pet?: what the hell? no! wait...yes...one time, my horse closelined me (ran under a tree that he could clear but I could not, so I hit the branch and fell off) I hit him and refused to give him treats, but he was cute, so I gave him some apples anyway. I could never stay mad at Leo.
18. Been to Mexico?: nah uh
19. Been to Canada?: yep
20. Been to Europe?: No, but I'll be living there come August (holy crap!)
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Random.....
21. Do you have a crush on someone right now: kind of, I don't really have crushes, I have distractions
22. What book are you reading now?: The Vampire Lestat
23. Best feeling in the world?: making someone laugh or hugs. Making someone laugh while hugging them might not be ideal, however
24. Future kids' names?: Lucia and Cyrus (my kids will get made fun of sooooo much)
25. Do you sleep with a stuffed animal?: I have a penguin and 2 dogs here. At home, I have way more. There's always a lot of animals in my bed
26. What's under your bed?: Boxes of stuff
27. Favorite sports to watch?: gymnastics or figure skating or equestrian or something girly like that
28. Favorite Locations?: Notre Dame's campus, my house, St. John's in the virgin islands, Epcot in Disney World
29. Piercing/Tattoos?: ears pierced, belly button pierced, and my mom and I are getting tattoos when she turns 50 (which, for her sake in case she ever reads this, is not for a very very very long time)
30. What are you most scared of right now?: o man, right this minute? failing exams. Overall? That's far too complex
31. Who do you really hate?: John Minser for putting this survey on his facebook, thus making me copy it and waste oodles of time filling it out. Just kidding. I don't really really hate anyone
32. Do you have a job?: I work as a monitor in the study room in the CoMo and over the summer I work at the retailer formerly known as Coconuts, FYE
33. Have you ever liked someone you didn't have a chance with: I had a crush on Spike from Buffy. I didn't really have a chance with him
34. Are you lonely right now?: I am alone, but I am not lonely
38. Song that's stuck in your head right now?: Candle in the Wind (this is indirectly Mike Peterson's fault)
39. Have you ever played strip poker?: yes
40. Have you ever been beaten up?: I box, does that count?
42. Have you ever been on radio/TV?: ooooooo yeah. NDTV, baby!
44. Ever liked someone, but thought they never noticed you?: of course
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Random...
What's the first things you notice about the opposite sex?: looks, more specifically, face. *Note to John Minser--there is no way you can first notice wit about the opposite sex. First notice? Really? Upon just meeting them? You are WRONG.
Your Favorite Food?: I like ice cream
Hair color?: brown, occasionally red or fuscia or purple
Are you too shy to ask someone out?: yeah
Butter, Plain or Salted popcorn?: i don't like popcorn
Dogs or cats?: both! i love animals
Favorite Flower?: hyacinths...they are odd and smell good, just like me
Have you ever fired a gun?: a BB gun at an aluminum can in my backyard
Do you like to travel by plane as opposed to car?: If I'm going somewhere far away, yes
How many pillows do you sleep with?: 1
dear elise,
my bed smells of girls...allright!
love,
Tomas
ps. haha, jk, that sounds sick and disgusting
pss. update your blog!
dear amish,
if you do not update your blog soon, i will not be friends with you anymore...this means no kangaroo scrotum for you.
love,
metzger
Note: Jess and I were in Tomas's bed. Tomas was not in Tomas's bed. Therefore, nothing skanky was going on. Though, Tomas is still a pimp. This one time, Caitlin and I went to the movies with Tomas and some other people and we didn't have money or something, so Tomas paid for our tickets and we kind of forgot to pay him back, so he kind of took us both on a date at the same time I guess.
Other Note: Metzger went to Australia and I made her promise to bring me back kangaroo scrotum, which I have wanted since junior year of high school. I really have no explanation for this
Classes are over, finals start next week, and I am almost half-way done with college. Holy crap, that is scary! What's even more frightening/exciting is that I'm going to be living in Rome in just a few short months! EEEEEEE!!!!!! This summer, I'm going to prepare by speaking Italian with old Italian men who live in North Hill in Akron and my mom is going to teach me how to make pasta. She has also insisted that I start drinking wine this summer, so that I am prepared to appreciate the fine products of the Italian vineyards. Whateva.
I went to Pig Toastal again this year. You may recall from a previous post that my experience at Pig Toastal last year ended with my special pink cup getting stolen. This year, I didn't even get a special cup because by the time I got there, they were all out! But, other adventures were to be had. Caitlin and I were waiting in the line to get into the party (yes, there was a line, because you had to get checked off a list by one of the bouncers) and we decided that we really had to pee. Nearby establishments had signs declaring that no public restroom use was permitted, so we spotted a nearby dental office and decided that we could use their bathroom. We opened the first door, no problem. The second door, however, was the issue. When I opened this UNLOCKED door, the building alarm went off, causing Caitlin and I to inconspicuously scream and run away. We panicked for a while about the cops identifying us via security cameras in the dental office or the cops coming to the dental office then driving down the street to bust up Pig Toastal, making the destruction of the biggest party of the year our fault. However, none of this happened and Caitlin and I proceeded to have a fabulous time, except for the horrific sunburn I got that I am still peeling from. Gross.
Other things I have not written about....Angela and I went on a sweet spring break to Floriday where we went to Disney World, Universal Studios, and Daytona Beach. This one time, we went to a beach and needed somewhere to change, but there were no public restrooms and we couldn't get into the bars, so we had to change in this really shady surf shack. I waited outside while Angela changed, and one of the shops "sales associates" was staring at a computer the whole time going "oooooh yeah. I love my job." When it was my turn to go into the bathroom and change, I checked for cameras. I didn't see any, but I'm not convinced that there were none. If you would like to know more about the trip, you should look at the pictures on my photobucket.
My Oma visited with my family this past weekend. She loves Notre Dame. She came wearing blue and gold. She's nuts. She was most impressed by the Dining Hall. She couldn't believe how much food there was. She would not approve of my starting every sentence with "she."
Recently, my facebook has had some relationship status activity. Don't get excited, I'm not really dating anyone. However, In the span of 24 hours, I went from being single, to an open relationship, to a relationship, to engaged, to married, to its complicated, and back to single. I've been busy. Barry Mills is the guy. He is a 59 1/2 year old bus driver from Australia. He is a real person, but Metzger controls his facebook. Barry's and my love runs as deep as the Outback is hot...which is very. Actually, maybe not, but whatever. The comments on my wall were pretty good.
I don't really want to rehash the past few months, because if you really care to know, you would have been talking to me during those months anyway. So instead of going over more of my life happenings, I'm going to fill out one of those annoyingly long surveys that asks ridiculous questions about my life that have no real significance. Enjoy!
Single or Taken: Single, though there has been some recent facebook activity with Barry Mills
Siblings: 1 younger brother, Alex
Eye color: brown
shoe size: 8 1/2
Height: 5' 5"
What are you wearing right now? sweatpants, my frosh-o t-shirt, leopard slippers. Hey, its finals week...almost
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FAVORITES
Kind of pants: ones that make my butt look good
Number: Depends on what I'm counting
animal: I like horses, though leopards are really pretty
Drink: juice, or water with lemon
Sport: to play--boxing, tennis to watch--speed walking
Month: July
Juice: cranberry (my girlfriend drinks cranberry juice when she's on her period. are you on your period or something?)
Favorite cartoon character: Angry Beavers, specifically Norbert
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Have You Ever...
Given anyone a bath: no....
Bungee Jumped?: no, but i might be up for that
Made yourself throw-up?: no, but after eating a lot, i sometimes find myself wishing for a vomitorium
Gone skinny dipping?: yep
Eaten a dog?: NO!
Loved someone so much it made you cry?: Have you ever tried to find the words but they don't come out right? Have you ever? Brandy has
Broken a bone?: yes, my wrist
How?: Fell off my horse into a giant mud puddle
Played truth or dare?: duh, i had sleepovers growing up
Been on a plane?: yes
Came close to dying?: don't think so, but maybe i was and didn't realize it
Been in a sauna?: yes
been in a hotub?: yes, i have one at home!
Swam in the ocean?: yep
Cried in school?: one time in middle school during gym class, i got hit in the neck with an airborn hockey puck. It hurt like a mofo
Fell off your chair?: of course!
Sat by the phone all night waiting for someone to call?: haha yeah who hasn't?
Saved IM conversations?: yes! I still have Caitlin's from when she and I were getting to know each other the summer before freshman year! awwww
Saved e-mails?: umm yeah
Used someone?: yeah, but everyone uses each other to a degree
Been cheated on?: Not to my knowledge
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What is...
Your good luck charm?: my family
New fav. song?: My Humps, the Alanis Morisette version
What is beside you?: my notebook for broadcast and cable class. I should be writing a paper right now
Last thing you ate?: trail mix. My grandma sends me a ton of it
What kind of shampoo/conditioner: Dove extra moisture
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Ever Had..
Chicken pox: yes
Sore Throat: yeah, hasn't everyone?
Stitches: yep, in my chin
Broken nose: no marcia brady moments for me
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Do You...
Believe in love at first sight?: no
Long distant relationships? i mean, if two people really want to go for it, then go ahead. But I'm not the type of girl to waste my time spending hours on the phone or online talking to someone who I'll probably end up never speaking to again. Sorry, that was pessimistic, but the long distance thing just isn't worth it.
Like school?: Yes! official nerd here
Who was the last person that called you?: TOMAS! Hey! You got mentioned in my blog!
last person you slow danced with?: Wow, I don't know...actually, I think the answer is Mark Bond hahaha. Oh no, I haven't slow danced since before Christmas!
you smile the most?: no, I'm emo, or perhaps, ElisEmo
Do you like filling these out: soooo much
Do you have glasses or contact lenses?: both
Do you like yourself: most of the time
Do you get along with your family?: I adore my family!
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Are You...
Obsessive Compulsive? no
Final Questions:
What did you do yesterday: Tuesday...hmmm...I went to class, watched Buffy with Caitlin, ate dinner with Oscar, did work, nothing to exciting.
Gotten any awards?: I'm a Notre Dame student...of course I got semi-meaningless overachiever awards haha
What car/truck do you wish to have?: A Lotus Elise/Ford Splash
Where do you want to get married?: Ohio, because its home....and my whole family lives there and I'm not flying everyone out to some island or whatever
Good driver?: ummmmm.....One time I left Castle Point to go back to campus and I somehow ended up back at Castle Point a half hour later. And senior year of high school, I got lost going to school (it was my first time driving there by myself, though)
Have a lava lamp?: Yes! it's purple!
how many remote controls are in your house?: far too many
When you last showered?:this morning
Scary or Funny Movies?: Funny!
Chocolate or Vanilla?: chocolate fo sho
Rootbeer or Dr.Pepper?: gross neither
Skiing or Boarding?: i've never skiid and I don't know what boarding is
Summer or winter?: SUMMER
Silver or Gold?: All that glitters is gold
Diamond or pearl?: Diamonds are a girls best friend (my mother made me memorize this song when I was little and had me perform it on command. Because of this, I will have to marry someone very wealthy)
Sprite or 7up?: 7up yours
Coffee or sweet tea?: coffeeeeee
Phone or in person?: In person of course, unless the person I'm talking to has chronic bad breath
Are you oldest, middle or youngest?: Oldest and wisest
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Today did you...
1. Talk to some one you like: yes!
2. Buy something: coffee, even though I'm on the edge of no flex points
3. Get sick?: nope
8. Talked to an ex?: i don't really do that...
9. Miss someone?: every day
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Last person who....
10. Slept in your bed?: me....and when I woke up there was a construction worker literally right outside my window. So creepy!
11. Saw/heard you cry?: Mike Peterson because he found out that I can cry on cue and filmed me while he forced me to cry
12. Made you cry?: See above response. Peterson is nuts
13. Went to the movies with?: Tomas, Caitlin, Robbie, some other folks
15. Said "I Love You"?: my mom
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16. Ever been in a fight with your pet?: what the hell? no! wait...yes...one time, my horse closelined me (ran under a tree that he could clear but I could not, so I hit the branch and fell off) I hit him and refused to give him treats, but he was cute, so I gave him some apples anyway. I could never stay mad at Leo.
18. Been to Mexico?: nah uh
19. Been to Canada?: yep
20. Been to Europe?: No, but I'll be living there come August (holy crap!)
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Random.....
21. Do you have a crush on someone right now: kind of, I don't really have crushes, I have distractions
22. What book are you reading now?: The Vampire Lestat
23. Best feeling in the world?: making someone laugh or hugs. Making someone laugh while hugging them might not be ideal, however
24. Future kids' names?: Lucia and Cyrus (my kids will get made fun of sooooo much)
25. Do you sleep with a stuffed animal?: I have a penguin and 2 dogs here. At home, I have way more. There's always a lot of animals in my bed
26. What's under your bed?: Boxes of stuff
27. Favorite sports to watch?: gymnastics or figure skating or equestrian or something girly like that
28. Favorite Locations?: Notre Dame's campus, my house, St. John's in the virgin islands, Epcot in Disney World
29. Piercing/Tattoos?: ears pierced, belly button pierced, and my mom and I are getting tattoos when she turns 50 (which, for her sake in case she ever reads this, is not for a very very very long time)
30. What are you most scared of right now?: o man, right this minute? failing exams. Overall? That's far too complex
31. Who do you really hate?: John Minser for putting this survey on his facebook, thus making me copy it and waste oodles of time filling it out. Just kidding. I don't really really hate anyone
32. Do you have a job?: I work as a monitor in the study room in the CoMo and over the summer I work at the retailer formerly known as Coconuts, FYE
33. Have you ever liked someone you didn't have a chance with: I had a crush on Spike from Buffy. I didn't really have a chance with him
34. Are you lonely right now?: I am alone, but I am not lonely
38. Song that's stuck in your head right now?: Candle in the Wind (this is indirectly Mike Peterson's fault)
39. Have you ever played strip poker?: yes
40. Have you ever been beaten up?: I box, does that count?
42. Have you ever been on radio/TV?: ooooooo yeah. NDTV, baby!
44. Ever liked someone, but thought they never noticed you?: of course
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Random...
What's the first things you notice about the opposite sex?: looks, more specifically, face. *Note to John Minser--there is no way you can first notice wit about the opposite sex. First notice? Really? Upon just meeting them? You are WRONG.
Your Favorite Food?: I like ice cream
Hair color?: brown, occasionally red or fuscia or purple
Are you too shy to ask someone out?: yeah
Butter, Plain or Salted popcorn?: i don't like popcorn
Dogs or cats?: both! i love animals
Favorite Flower?: hyacinths...they are odd and smell good, just like me
Have you ever fired a gun?: a BB gun at an aluminum can in my backyard
Do you like to travel by plane as opposed to car?: If I'm going somewhere far away, yes
How many pillows do you sleep with?: 1
Friday, February 23, 2007
If Only My Hair Was As Pretty
It turns out that some fellow MPSers (namely Oscar and Mike Peterson) read my blog occasionally. Oscar's reaction was wanting to know who "Mr. Secret", mentioned in the last post, was. Ironically, MPS writers are the exact people I was trying to keep this secret from. Mike's reaction to my blog was "I would never write the stuff about my life that you write about yours." So Mike pretty much thinks I'm a blog slut, because I put it all out there. Mike's blog would look something like this:
Hey kids! I like liberal politics. I really like las cosas espanolas. My hair is SO PRETTY today! Watch the Mike Peterson Show!
Ok, Mike's blog would probably be a lot deeper than that and a lot less shallow than mine, but that is a semi-accurate summary.
Anyway, so Oscar kept bugging me about "Mr. Secret" (or Mr. E...get it? Mystery? no? ok) but I refused to tell. Then Mike saw Mr. Secret and I in the dining hall together on Valentine's day. Shoot. I tried walking past Mike, but Mr. Secret stopped to chat. Boys are dumb. Its not that I care that people know, its just that I knew what would happen when they found out and I was right. Mike made fun of me. A lot. I would make fun of me, too, if I were him. But I'm not him. My hair isn't that awesome. Mike told Oscar and they both laughed and laughed and laughed. Its not like anything real is going on anyway. He's anti-commitment and I'm dating the Mike Peterson Show (and as Oscar pointed out, I'm anti-commitment, too, but that's only because I'm busy). So the jigg's up, the cat's out of the bag, etc. Moving on...
The Legends show was amazing, though the week leading up to it was hell. I had tonsillitis, 2 exams, a video production project, and countless hours of editing. But when I saw the final show and everything came together, it was amazing. Thanks to all who came to the show! To those who didn't, we're probably not speaking anymore. Just kidding. Kind of.
The Bengal Bouts started yesterday and I was on sweaty boy/gear duty. The bouts are always cool to watch, but they make me jealous because girls boxing gets only a small fraction of the turnout and not even close to the amount of hype. Oh well, I won't even be here for boxing next year.
Why won't I be here, you might ask? Because in the fall semester....
I'M GOING TO ROME!!!!!!!!!!!!
YAY!!!!!!!!!!!
I cannot wait! I'm so incredibly excited! WOOT!
I'll end on that happy note.
Hey kids! I like liberal politics. I really like las cosas espanolas. My hair is SO PRETTY today! Watch the Mike Peterson Show!
Ok, Mike's blog would probably be a lot deeper than that and a lot less shallow than mine, but that is a semi-accurate summary.
Anyway, so Oscar kept bugging me about "Mr. Secret" (or Mr. E...get it? Mystery? no? ok) but I refused to tell. Then Mike saw Mr. Secret and I in the dining hall together on Valentine's day. Shoot. I tried walking past Mike, but Mr. Secret stopped to chat. Boys are dumb. Its not that I care that people know, its just that I knew what would happen when they found out and I was right. Mike made fun of me. A lot. I would make fun of me, too, if I were him. But I'm not him. My hair isn't that awesome. Mike told Oscar and they both laughed and laughed and laughed. Its not like anything real is going on anyway. He's anti-commitment and I'm dating the Mike Peterson Show (and as Oscar pointed out, I'm anti-commitment, too, but that's only because I'm busy). So the jigg's up, the cat's out of the bag, etc. Moving on...
The Legends show was amazing, though the week leading up to it was hell. I had tonsillitis, 2 exams, a video production project, and countless hours of editing. But when I saw the final show and everything came together, it was amazing. Thanks to all who came to the show! To those who didn't, we're probably not speaking anymore. Just kidding. Kind of.
The Bengal Bouts started yesterday and I was on sweaty boy/gear duty. The bouts are always cool to watch, but they make me jealous because girls boxing gets only a small fraction of the turnout and not even close to the amount of hype. Oh well, I won't even be here for boxing next year.
Why won't I be here, you might ask? Because in the fall semester....
I'M GOING TO ROME!!!!!!!!!!!!
YAY!!!!!!!!!!!
I cannot wait! I'm so incredibly excited! WOOT!
I'll end on that happy note.
Friday, February 09, 2007
Someone, please rip my tonsills out
It's been a while.
Between November and now, a lot has happened (obviously--its been 4 months!). I fought in the bouts again. I lost in a split decision, though I still think I should have won. My cornerwoman was Adria, who almost went pro in boxing. She thought I should have won. I'll go with her judgement call.
I got some very big news and found out that I will be the new host of the Mike Peterson Show once Mike Peterson graduates. I've already started as headwriter (time consuming and somewhat stressful, but so much fun--I mean, I'm making comedy!). So starting in the fall, I will be the host of my own TV show! Hooray! I think I might call it "The Mike Peterson Show with Elise Yahner." Oscar was made producer of the show, so he shares half the power. His job is probably more important and he's so good at it. Together, we make a super team of comedy management.
Christmas break was lovely. I was so ready to go home, but oddly, I was not ready to go back to school when the time came. I really enjoy just being home and spending time with my family. I'm such a nerd.
Over break I went on a service trip called Urban Plunge where I spent time with the homeless in Pittsburgh. It was a good trip, and Pittsburgh is a beautiful city.
While at the orthodontist over break, the doctor, an OSU grad, made a point of telling me a joke while there were metal utensils in my mouth, making it impossible for me to retort. The joke was "What do Notre Dame and marijuana have in common? They both get smoked in bowls." Oh Dr. Belli, your wit is as sharp as the dental hygenists fake talon-like nails.
Notre Dame did lose the bowl game, but that same day, I turned 20. I was actually pretty depressed about turning 20. I'm not a teenager anymore. I'm a 20-something. I'm adult-like. If I do something cool like write a book or win the Nobel Prize, it won't be as impressive. People won't be like "You were only 19?? Wow!" I'll just be another 20-something. Good thing I have no plans to win the Nobel Prize. The best part of my birthday was when Kelly called me exactly at midnight when it change to my birthday and told me to look up my name on YouTube. Its the coolest thing ever. You should check it out. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PVjT5WgcdW0
Over break, I went back to Coconuts (which is now FYE) to work. Bob is gone, Lindsey is gone, John is gone...it was all new people. I had to work all day on Christmas Eve, which kind of sucked, but it ended up not being too bad. Call me crazy, but I kind of enjoyed working at the Nut Hut this time. Jen, the manager, really likes me and let me play the first five NOW CDs and dance around the store. You can't go wrong with NOW.
This semester is going pretty well. Between NDTV and my video production class, I'm working with a camera a lot, which is pretty sweet. I've got an internship with Crocs, those really ugly shoes, for the semester. I get a free pair of those ugly shoes. Hooray. I should find out soon if I got into the Rome study abroad program. Until then, I'll be watching the mailbox like a hawk. There's also been a bit of drama this semester with some boys. I can't really talk about that here, because that would be rude, but the stalker is way out of the picture and I have a new thing going on that is kind of a secret. Scandalous!
This Thursday, the Mike Peterson Show is going to be live at Legends at 10:00. You should go. It's going to be funny. At the last Legends show, there was this creepy guy who was very intent on singing karaoke. He kept asking me and the other writers if we knew if it was Karaoke night. Every time we brought out a piece of camera equipment, he said "Is that the karaoke machine?" It was a little heartbreaking to have to tell him no each time. He stayed for the show, but only because he thought there would be karaoke afterwards. There was never any karaoke and I do not know if there ever has been karaoke at Legends. I hope that guy got to sing something eventually.
Last night, some writers and I went to see Jim Gaffigan's Beyond the Pale comedy tour. It was hilarious and we got to meet him afterwards. We ask him to sign something for MPS but instead he wrote "I love the Mike Peterson." No "show" at the end. I think this made it better.
This was kind of a lame recap of the last 4 months of my life. I'm pretty sure its been more interesting than what I've written here, but I could be wrong. The only reason I'm updating right now anyway is because I have a fever and tonsillitis, which sucks because I was supposed to film the Ben Kweller concert tonight. Oh well, let's just hope I'm better for the PE formal tomorrow!
Between November and now, a lot has happened (obviously--its been 4 months!). I fought in the bouts again. I lost in a split decision, though I still think I should have won. My cornerwoman was Adria, who almost went pro in boxing. She thought I should have won. I'll go with her judgement call.
I got some very big news and found out that I will be the new host of the Mike Peterson Show once Mike Peterson graduates. I've already started as headwriter (time consuming and somewhat stressful, but so much fun--I mean, I'm making comedy!). So starting in the fall, I will be the host of my own TV show! Hooray! I think I might call it "The Mike Peterson Show with Elise Yahner." Oscar was made producer of the show, so he shares half the power. His job is probably more important and he's so good at it. Together, we make a super team of comedy management.
Christmas break was lovely. I was so ready to go home, but oddly, I was not ready to go back to school when the time came. I really enjoy just being home and spending time with my family. I'm such a nerd.
Over break I went on a service trip called Urban Plunge where I spent time with the homeless in Pittsburgh. It was a good trip, and Pittsburgh is a beautiful city.
While at the orthodontist over break, the doctor, an OSU grad, made a point of telling me a joke while there were metal utensils in my mouth, making it impossible for me to retort. The joke was "What do Notre Dame and marijuana have in common? They both get smoked in bowls." Oh Dr. Belli, your wit is as sharp as the dental hygenists fake talon-like nails.
Notre Dame did lose the bowl game, but that same day, I turned 20. I was actually pretty depressed about turning 20. I'm not a teenager anymore. I'm a 20-something. I'm adult-like. If I do something cool like write a book or win the Nobel Prize, it won't be as impressive. People won't be like "You were only 19?? Wow!" I'll just be another 20-something. Good thing I have no plans to win the Nobel Prize. The best part of my birthday was when Kelly called me exactly at midnight when it change to my birthday and told me to look up my name on YouTube. Its the coolest thing ever. You should check it out. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PVjT5WgcdW0
Over break, I went back to Coconuts (which is now FYE) to work. Bob is gone, Lindsey is gone, John is gone...it was all new people. I had to work all day on Christmas Eve, which kind of sucked, but it ended up not being too bad. Call me crazy, but I kind of enjoyed working at the Nut Hut this time. Jen, the manager, really likes me and let me play the first five NOW CDs and dance around the store. You can't go wrong with NOW.
This semester is going pretty well. Between NDTV and my video production class, I'm working with a camera a lot, which is pretty sweet. I've got an internship with Crocs, those really ugly shoes, for the semester. I get a free pair of those ugly shoes. Hooray. I should find out soon if I got into the Rome study abroad program. Until then, I'll be watching the mailbox like a hawk. There's also been a bit of drama this semester with some boys. I can't really talk about that here, because that would be rude, but the stalker is way out of the picture and I have a new thing going on that is kind of a secret. Scandalous!
This Thursday, the Mike Peterson Show is going to be live at Legends at 10:00. You should go. It's going to be funny. At the last Legends show, there was this creepy guy who was very intent on singing karaoke. He kept asking me and the other writers if we knew if it was Karaoke night. Every time we brought out a piece of camera equipment, he said "Is that the karaoke machine?" It was a little heartbreaking to have to tell him no each time. He stayed for the show, but only because he thought there would be karaoke afterwards. There was never any karaoke and I do not know if there ever has been karaoke at Legends. I hope that guy got to sing something eventually.
Last night, some writers and I went to see Jim Gaffigan's Beyond the Pale comedy tour. It was hilarious and we got to meet him afterwards. We ask him to sign something for MPS but instead he wrote "I love the Mike Peterson." No "show" at the end. I think this made it better.
This was kind of a lame recap of the last 4 months of my life. I'm pretty sure its been more interesting than what I've written here, but I could be wrong. The only reason I'm updating right now anyway is because I have a fever and tonsillitis, which sucks because I was supposed to film the Ben Kweller concert tonight. Oh well, let's just hope I'm better for the PE formal tomorrow!
Wednesday, November 01, 2006
Dead People Costumes
First off, I would just like everyone to know that the comment from "Sal" waseah not actually from the real Sal. That would have been mortifying.
For Halloween I was a vampirate, which is a cross between a vampire and a pirate. I thought it was clever, but most people just thought I was confused and asked why I was wearing a cape and an eye patch. Lauren, my cousin, just thought I was a dirty pirate hooker, which in some ways, is a more hilarious costume than vampirate. Though I can't really compete with her "Dagolicious" costume--a play on the Flavor of Love contestants. Did anyone see the reunion show? New York is getting her own dating show! What a ho!
I was sitting in computer class the other day, which is what I usually do, considering it is best to operate a computer from a sitting position as opposed to a standing or dancing etc. one. Anyway, before class starts, my two professors (I have two for this class because the main one doesn't really know what he's doing) start talking about kittens. Professor #1 says "I have a friend who was trying to sell a litter of kittens. She had a guy call and say he'd buy the whole litter." Professor # 2 "Oh, did you tell her?" Professor #1 "Oh yeah. I told her, don't sell those kittens to him. He's just going to feed them to his snake. And you know what? She called him on it and that's exactly what he was going to do." WHAT?! People buy entire litters of kittens to feed to their snakes!? And that was the only thing I learned in class that day.
An Italian film about terrorism and Aldo Moro called "Buongiorno, notte" (Good morning, night) was playing on campus so some of my Italian class friends and I decided to go. It was a pretty good film. Italian cinema is all about realism, so it can be a little dry, but it is good. Anyway, we were leaving the DPAC and talking about Aldo Moro when this older guy comes up to us and says, "Yeah, I was studying abroad through the St. Mary's program when all that stuff was going on." We were all impressed and asked him to tell us more. "I lived just a few streets away from where they found his body in the trunk of a car. It was crazy." We were amazed with the historically significant experience this man had, until he said the nex thing. "And it was awesome because I went to a dead-people themed costume party and won best costume because I dressed up like Aldo Moro. I just put a bunch of bullet holes in myself and climbed in the back of a trunk. It was awesome!" When we all just stared at him, he sauntered away, leaving us a tad creeped out.
Speaking of Italian things, I forgot to mention this in my blog, but a few weeks ago, my friend Heather and I got an e-mail from my Italian professor saying that our incessant talking was disturbing class and we are not allowed to sit next to each other. Here's the email. Keep in mind that the professor had never said anything to either of us indicating that we were disturbing class and that we really weren't talking very much at all. The email had the subject heading of "basta!" which means "enough!"
Care studentesse:
Ever since the beginning of the semester, you two have made a point to sit close
to one another (in the back row), and have seized many opportunities to whisper
and giggle amongst yourselves, almost every time I take my eyes off of you for
a few seconds.
I struggle to believe that you really consider this to be appropriate behavior.
If you have something to say that is relevant to our class, raise your hand and
do so out loud. If not, follow your classmates' example by paying attention and
not speaking (at any volume) when others are saying something.
As much as I want you to get a good grade in our class, if these kinds of
behaviors don't stop immediately and permanently, I guarantee you that you will
not.
You can start by not sitting next to or close to each other, and by refraining
from any action that could be considered distracting, disruptive, and generally
inappropriate for the classroom.
If you feel that I'm being unfair, I encourage you to take it up with the
Italian program director: Prof. Colleen Ryan-Scheutz, by e-mailing her at
ryan.104@nd.edu
If you see my point, show it with your actions and behavior.
Crazy, right? The professor sent this email to us the morning before he left town for a week, so we couldn't even say anything to him. We did end up talking to him and apologizing, though stating that we did not know we were causing a problem. He confessed that this email was a bad way to go about handling things, but another student in the class had emailed him saying that other students were distracting him/her and he/she couldn't focus. Now it's just a matter of who that student is so we can give him/her mean looks. It's only a class of 12 students. My bets are on the kid who responds to every question by running his hands through his hair and grunting "Ho dimenticato" (I forget).
For Halloween I was a vampirate, which is a cross between a vampire and a pirate. I thought it was clever, but most people just thought I was confused and asked why I was wearing a cape and an eye patch. Lauren, my cousin, just thought I was a dirty pirate hooker, which in some ways, is a more hilarious costume than vampirate. Though I can't really compete with her "Dagolicious" costume--a play on the Flavor of Love contestants. Did anyone see the reunion show? New York is getting her own dating show! What a ho!
I was sitting in computer class the other day, which is what I usually do, considering it is best to operate a computer from a sitting position as opposed to a standing or dancing etc. one. Anyway, before class starts, my two professors (I have two for this class because the main one doesn't really know what he's doing) start talking about kittens. Professor #1 says "I have a friend who was trying to sell a litter of kittens. She had a guy call and say he'd buy the whole litter." Professor # 2 "Oh, did you tell her?" Professor #1 "Oh yeah. I told her, don't sell those kittens to him. He's just going to feed them to his snake. And you know what? She called him on it and that's exactly what he was going to do." WHAT?! People buy entire litters of kittens to feed to their snakes!? And that was the only thing I learned in class that day.
An Italian film about terrorism and Aldo Moro called "Buongiorno, notte" (Good morning, night) was playing on campus so some of my Italian class friends and I decided to go. It was a pretty good film. Italian cinema is all about realism, so it can be a little dry, but it is good. Anyway, we were leaving the DPAC and talking about Aldo Moro when this older guy comes up to us and says, "Yeah, I was studying abroad through the St. Mary's program when all that stuff was going on." We were all impressed and asked him to tell us more. "I lived just a few streets away from where they found his body in the trunk of a car. It was crazy." We were amazed with the historically significant experience this man had, until he said the nex thing. "And it was awesome because I went to a dead-people themed costume party and won best costume because I dressed up like Aldo Moro. I just put a bunch of bullet holes in myself and climbed in the back of a trunk. It was awesome!" When we all just stared at him, he sauntered away, leaving us a tad creeped out.
Speaking of Italian things, I forgot to mention this in my blog, but a few weeks ago, my friend Heather and I got an e-mail from my Italian professor saying that our incessant talking was disturbing class and we are not allowed to sit next to each other. Here's the email. Keep in mind that the professor had never said anything to either of us indicating that we were disturbing class and that we really weren't talking very much at all. The email had the subject heading of "basta!" which means "enough!"
Care studentesse:
Ever since the beginning of the semester, you two have made a point to sit close
to one another (in the back row), and have seized many opportunities to whisper
and giggle amongst yourselves, almost every time I take my eyes off of you for
a few seconds.
I struggle to believe that you really consider this to be appropriate behavior.
If you have something to say that is relevant to our class, raise your hand and
do so out loud. If not, follow your classmates' example by paying attention and
not speaking (at any volume) when others are saying something.
As much as I want you to get a good grade in our class, if these kinds of
behaviors don't stop immediately and permanently, I guarantee you that you will
not.
You can start by not sitting next to or close to each other, and by refraining
from any action that could be considered distracting, disruptive, and generally
inappropriate for the classroom.
If you feel that I'm being unfair, I encourage you to take it up with the
Italian program director: Prof. Colleen Ryan-Scheutz, by e-mailing her at
ryan.104@nd.edu
If you see my point, show it with your actions and behavior.
Crazy, right? The professor sent this email to us the morning before he left town for a week, so we couldn't even say anything to him. We did end up talking to him and apologizing, though stating that we did not know we were causing a problem. He confessed that this email was a bad way to go about handling things, but another student in the class had emailed him saying that other students were distracting him/her and he/she couldn't focus. Now it's just a matter of who that student is so we can give him/her mean looks. It's only a class of 12 students. My bets are on the kid who responds to every question by running his hands through his hair and grunting "Ho dimenticato" (I forget).
Thursday, October 19, 2006
I May Have Salmonella
This post is coming to you from Stow because I'm on fall break! Yippee!! It's strange, last year I wasn't too thrilled about leaving my new home to go back to Stow for a week. This year, I could not wait to relax in a big bed in a big house with no work. I guess the honeymoon is over for college.
My first story takes place in the men's dorm Sorin. There was a party in the quint with the theme of "I'm in love with a stripper" or more specifically the Duke lacrosse team. You can imagine the classy crowd this attracted. I went in my usual going out gear, but it appeared as if some of the other girls had forgotten to put on any gear at all, like pants. Yep, some girls came in just their lingerie (and none of them were Asian Chick). These girls were of course the ones who chose to stand in the windows above the crowd and dance for all to see. The best part of the night was probably when Journey's "Dont' Stop Believing" came on and the window strippers didn't know how to dance to such a slow song, but they didn't want to give up the coveted window display spot, so they just sort of akwardly swayed, hoping everyone would still be looking at them. Anyone, the nearly nude girls in the window is not what this story is about. I was dancing, as one might do at a party, when a fairly attractive young man joined me. During the whole akward getting to know you while permiscuously grinding against you, I found out this guy's name (Sal), his major (don't remember), his hometown (who cares?), and what he does for outside of classes (bagpipes...). As soon as he found out that I box, he made his move with a gem of a pick up line "Have you ever played Fight Night for Xbox? Because I have it in my room. We could go play it...in my room...." Why I didn't jump him right then and there is hard to say, but I brushed him off for a while. He was persistent and for a second I actually believed that he really did just want to play video games. It was in that second that he grabbed my hand and led me out of the party and to his room. Don't worry, he was a gentleman about it and as we were leaving said "You sure your friends won't think your a whore if you leave with me now?" Nope, my friends will probably just think you slipped me a roofie. Once we got to his room, he made me take my shoes off before entering. A little strange, but ok. The carpet was immaculate. He puts on what may have been Justin Timberlake's new CD and says "Let's dance some more before we play the game." To my horror, in the midst of dancing, he turns his back to me, bends down to touch the ground, and snaps up. That's right, he did a bend and snap. And he was completely serious. Looking back, I should have made my exit then. Actually, I should have made my exit at the Justin Timberlake CD. Actually, I should have never entered, but then I wouldn't have such a fantastic story. After the bend and snap, Sal figured I was wooed enough by his smoothness and moved in for the kiss. This wasn't just any kiss. This was the craziest freakin' kiss of my life. Not crazy good like fireworks and head spinning. Crazy like he flicked his tongue up and down really fast before actually kissing me. This is why I will refer to him as Salamander from now on. After trying to tolerate this for a bit more, I decided to leave because "My friends are probably looking for me" which actually ended up being true. Sal was a little dissapointed because he found me "interesting and intriguing." That's cool. Of course the first thing I did when I got home that night was try to facebook stalk him, but I could not find him on facebook. I began to wonder if I had been given a fake name (it didn't really cross my mind that he might actually not have a facebook). To clear up the confusion, I asked a friend in the bagpipe band if he knew him. He said he did and I asked what his deal was. His response: "He's kind of a freak...sexually. I've heard stories." So I hooked up with a sexual freak. I sure know how to pick 'em. Is it really so much to ask for a guy who is fairly normal, not creepy, has a facebook, and wants to just openly date and not have a relationship? I guess the facebook part isn't really necessary. But he can't have a myspace.
I got my hair colored today. I debated for a long time about dying it blonde. I asked people's opinions and gave myself blonde hair in paint. I finally decided to just go for it. Unfortunately, the woman who does my hair said no. She gave some very convincing reasons and she's probably very wise, but one day, when I have time and money for the maintenace, I will be blonde. For now, I will be brunette with a hint of red.
The Mod Quad Halloween dance is coming up. I have a costume (a vampirate--a cross between a vampire and a pirate) but no date. So, if you meet some or all of the requirements for a boy described above, facebook me or something. Geez, that's desperate. I've been stalking this guy on facebook lately. He seems like a decent person and I talked to him once, so maybe I'll have Kelly hook me up SYR style. 'Cause that's not creepy at all.
My last little tidbit is that Metzger and I went to see Employee of the Month and Dane Cook is gorgeous in that rugged sexy way. Who knew?
My first story takes place in the men's dorm Sorin. There was a party in the quint with the theme of "I'm in love with a stripper" or more specifically the Duke lacrosse team. You can imagine the classy crowd this attracted. I went in my usual going out gear, but it appeared as if some of the other girls had forgotten to put on any gear at all, like pants. Yep, some girls came in just their lingerie (and none of them were Asian Chick). These girls were of course the ones who chose to stand in the windows above the crowd and dance for all to see. The best part of the night was probably when Journey's "Dont' Stop Believing" came on and the window strippers didn't know how to dance to such a slow song, but they didn't want to give up the coveted window display spot, so they just sort of akwardly swayed, hoping everyone would still be looking at them. Anyone, the nearly nude girls in the window is not what this story is about. I was dancing, as one might do at a party, when a fairly attractive young man joined me. During the whole akward getting to know you while permiscuously grinding against you, I found out this guy's name (Sal), his major (don't remember), his hometown (who cares?), and what he does for outside of classes (bagpipes...). As soon as he found out that I box, he made his move with a gem of a pick up line "Have you ever played Fight Night for Xbox? Because I have it in my room. We could go play it...in my room...." Why I didn't jump him right then and there is hard to say, but I brushed him off for a while. He was persistent and for a second I actually believed that he really did just want to play video games. It was in that second that he grabbed my hand and led me out of the party and to his room. Don't worry, he was a gentleman about it and as we were leaving said "You sure your friends won't think your a whore if you leave with me now?" Nope, my friends will probably just think you slipped me a roofie. Once we got to his room, he made me take my shoes off before entering. A little strange, but ok. The carpet was immaculate. He puts on what may have been Justin Timberlake's new CD and says "Let's dance some more before we play the game." To my horror, in the midst of dancing, he turns his back to me, bends down to touch the ground, and snaps up. That's right, he did a bend and snap. And he was completely serious. Looking back, I should have made my exit then. Actually, I should have made my exit at the Justin Timberlake CD. Actually, I should have never entered, but then I wouldn't have such a fantastic story. After the bend and snap, Sal figured I was wooed enough by his smoothness and moved in for the kiss. This wasn't just any kiss. This was the craziest freakin' kiss of my life. Not crazy good like fireworks and head spinning. Crazy like he flicked his tongue up and down really fast before actually kissing me. This is why I will refer to him as Salamander from now on. After trying to tolerate this for a bit more, I decided to leave because "My friends are probably looking for me" which actually ended up being true. Sal was a little dissapointed because he found me "interesting and intriguing." That's cool. Of course the first thing I did when I got home that night was try to facebook stalk him, but I could not find him on facebook. I began to wonder if I had been given a fake name (it didn't really cross my mind that he might actually not have a facebook). To clear up the confusion, I asked a friend in the bagpipe band if he knew him. He said he did and I asked what his deal was. His response: "He's kind of a freak...sexually. I've heard stories." So I hooked up with a sexual freak. I sure know how to pick 'em. Is it really so much to ask for a guy who is fairly normal, not creepy, has a facebook, and wants to just openly date and not have a relationship? I guess the facebook part isn't really necessary. But he can't have a myspace.
I got my hair colored today. I debated for a long time about dying it blonde. I asked people's opinions and gave myself blonde hair in paint. I finally decided to just go for it. Unfortunately, the woman who does my hair said no. She gave some very convincing reasons and she's probably very wise, but one day, when I have time and money for the maintenace, I will be blonde. For now, I will be brunette with a hint of red.
The Mod Quad Halloween dance is coming up. I have a costume (a vampirate--a cross between a vampire and a pirate) but no date. So, if you meet some or all of the requirements for a boy described above, facebook me or something. Geez, that's desperate. I've been stalking this guy on facebook lately. He seems like a decent person and I talked to him once, so maybe I'll have Kelly hook me up SYR style. 'Cause that's not creepy at all.
My last little tidbit is that Metzger and I went to see Employee of the Month and Dane Cook is gorgeous in that rugged sexy way. Who knew?
Tuesday, September 26, 2006
Soph-O
Metzger has been begging me for a new blog, and since I fear I have lost all other readership, I must answer her pleas
Sophomore year started with quite a flurry of events. I arrived at school and was thrown into the non-stop activities of Frosh-O. I have never lifted so many things in my life or had so much dorm spirit, but it was all good fun and Frosh-O is way better the second time around. I gave an especially warm welcome to the girls who came from Ohio because I felt a sort of bond with them, being from the drive through state and all. However, one girl was waaaay too Ohio for my liking. She popped out of the car with an OSU shirt on and a Brutus Buckeye plush. After the fiesta bowl disaster of last January, this was quite an offense. We told her to leave Brutus behind and run to the bookstore to pick up a leprauchaun, but she refused as the buckeye plush had been given to her by an ex boyfriend. EX boyfriend? If he's an ex, leave him and his school memorabilia in Ohio! But then she gave us some buckeyes and all was well.
After Frosh-O ended and I had to stop bossing around the freshmen (it feels weird treating them like equals instead of campers), school got underway. Boring business classes abound, but I do have an awesome history of television class and an Italian class. I'm sticking with the business so I have a job, and because I like saying businasty.
In case you were questioning certain facebook changes or you haven't already heard, Dan and I broke up after getting back to school. I could write down some Kelly Clarkson lyrics or go on a feminist rant, but I feel like the whole situation can be summed up by saying that I'm heartbroken for the first time in my life, it sucks, and its completely unfair. I'm still trying to figure out what the hell happened between the last phone call over the summer and the return to school and I don't want to talk about it here. Athankyou. (Coping devices such as ice cream, hugs, or voodoo dolls would be greatly appreciated)
But this only means I'm single, and goodness knows what exciting blogalicious adventures that might bring. Why in fact, just the other night I was at a party (the type where I pack myself into a smelly dorm room and shout at the top of my lungs so my refusal of beer offers can be heard). The location was Alumni and a dear old friend (more like some guy I met last year who I call up when I want something to do because he always has something going on) was throwing a party in his room. After standing there for a while complaining to the other girls about how lame this party was (nevermind how lame we were for actually going to it), someone asked me to dance. Or rather, he asked me a series of indirect questions as I gave the most vague answers imaginable. Now, I don't like saying no to people, at least not directly, because then I feel like a bad person. I know that perhaps vague answers may just lead them on and hurt them more in the end, but the point is I don't feel like a jerk and that's what's important. Anywho, this guy comes up to me and says, "Do you like dancing?" I vaguely respond "Sometimes" He says "Well what kind of dancing do you like?" I say, "Oh, I don't know, most kinds." Dude: "Do you enjoy dancing?" Me: "I don't know I'm not very good." Pursuer "Oh come on, I'm sure you're a great dancer." The pursued "No, I'm not that great at dancing." Reluctant Randy "Don't you ever dance?" Vague Vixen "Yeah I dance, but just when no ones watching." Guy: "Well would you dance with me" Me, giving in "ummmmm.....ummmmm.....ok" Let the akward bump and grind begin. I didn't even last an entire song before I said that I had to meet my friends somewhere. That somewhere ended up being 2 feet away in the corner of the room. A simple "no thanks" may be a better option next time.
Caitlin said I looked like a terrorist one night because I had my hair pulled back and I looked "exotic and dangerous". Yeah, I'm running low on blog material.
Football season has started again and its magnificent. I mean, did anyone else see that Michigan State game? Simply amazing! Anyway, for the other Michigan game (grrrr) 9 other girls and myself painted ourselves green. I never realized how much fun being green could be since Kermit gave it such a bad rap, but it was awesome. People kept stopping us to take our picture and to pose with us. I finally accomplished my dream of experiencing what it feels like to be one of the Disney World characters. However, being painted green is obviously bad luck and we can never do it again. One of the people who stopped us, though, was this young fellow with his grandfather. He said that his grandfather played football for Notre Dame in the 50s and we were so awed and amazed that we took several pictures with him. Once we walked about, I realized that the young fellow could have totally been making that up. He could have nabbed some random guy from an alziemers home and brought him to the game so he could claim that he was a football player and get an in with the cute green college girls. What a sicko. What a great idea. I'm totally doing that one day.
I'm sick again. This is probably just one of the many colds I will get throughout the year. I have no idea why my immune system seems to hate me. I take care of myself better than most college students, yet I can't seem to get over a simple cold. I've had my current cold for 2 weeks now and it's showing no signs of relief. I've begun joking with people that I have TB, which is what I did last year, and I am always surprised at the number of people who actually believe me. This is probably going to get me in the end and I actually will have consumption and no one will believe me until I'm coughing up blood and then it's too late. Was that too graphic? Sorry, I've been watching lots of Nip/Tuck episodes and have become immune to the gore.
NDTV is off to a great start this year. Since all the dorms have cable now, not only can I watch Flavor of Love whenever I want, but all the students have access to NDTV (channel 53)! Or more realistically, students pause on NDTV for 3 seconds while flipping channels, but hey, they know we're out there. The club is really growing and I'm learning how to edit, so a lot of my time is going into NDTV. Also, a lot of my humor is going into that, so you should really tune into NDTV instead of reading this because the show is probably a lot funnier. Or is it.....
I saw Asian Chick at the dining hall!!!!! I noticed that she had writing on her shirt, but I unfortunately was not able to catch a glimpse of it as I have terrible eyesight and refuse to wear contacts or glasses. Sorry, that was really anticlimactic, but you were excited for a second, weren't you?
Sophomore year started with quite a flurry of events. I arrived at school and was thrown into the non-stop activities of Frosh-O. I have never lifted so many things in my life or had so much dorm spirit, but it was all good fun and Frosh-O is way better the second time around. I gave an especially warm welcome to the girls who came from Ohio because I felt a sort of bond with them, being from the drive through state and all. However, one girl was waaaay too Ohio for my liking. She popped out of the car with an OSU shirt on and a Brutus Buckeye plush. After the fiesta bowl disaster of last January, this was quite an offense. We told her to leave Brutus behind and run to the bookstore to pick up a leprauchaun, but she refused as the buckeye plush had been given to her by an ex boyfriend. EX boyfriend? If he's an ex, leave him and his school memorabilia in Ohio! But then she gave us some buckeyes and all was well.
After Frosh-O ended and I had to stop bossing around the freshmen (it feels weird treating them like equals instead of campers), school got underway. Boring business classes abound, but I do have an awesome history of television class and an Italian class. I'm sticking with the business so I have a job, and because I like saying businasty.
In case you were questioning certain facebook changes or you haven't already heard, Dan and I broke up after getting back to school. I could write down some Kelly Clarkson lyrics or go on a feminist rant, but I feel like the whole situation can be summed up by saying that I'm heartbroken for the first time in my life, it sucks, and its completely unfair. I'm still trying to figure out what the hell happened between the last phone call over the summer and the return to school and I don't want to talk about it here. Athankyou. (Coping devices such as ice cream, hugs, or voodoo dolls would be greatly appreciated)
But this only means I'm single, and goodness knows what exciting blogalicious adventures that might bring. Why in fact, just the other night I was at a party (the type where I pack myself into a smelly dorm room and shout at the top of my lungs so my refusal of beer offers can be heard). The location was Alumni and a dear old friend (more like some guy I met last year who I call up when I want something to do because he always has something going on) was throwing a party in his room. After standing there for a while complaining to the other girls about how lame this party was (nevermind how lame we were for actually going to it), someone asked me to dance. Or rather, he asked me a series of indirect questions as I gave the most vague answers imaginable. Now, I don't like saying no to people, at least not directly, because then I feel like a bad person. I know that perhaps vague answers may just lead them on and hurt them more in the end, but the point is I don't feel like a jerk and that's what's important. Anywho, this guy comes up to me and says, "Do you like dancing?" I vaguely respond "Sometimes" He says "Well what kind of dancing do you like?" I say, "Oh, I don't know, most kinds." Dude: "Do you enjoy dancing?" Me: "I don't know I'm not very good." Pursuer "Oh come on, I'm sure you're a great dancer." The pursued "No, I'm not that great at dancing." Reluctant Randy "Don't you ever dance?" Vague Vixen "Yeah I dance, but just when no ones watching." Guy: "Well would you dance with me" Me, giving in "ummmmm.....ummmmm.....ok" Let the akward bump and grind begin. I didn't even last an entire song before I said that I had to meet my friends somewhere. That somewhere ended up being 2 feet away in the corner of the room. A simple "no thanks" may be a better option next time.
Caitlin said I looked like a terrorist one night because I had my hair pulled back and I looked "exotic and dangerous". Yeah, I'm running low on blog material.
Football season has started again and its magnificent. I mean, did anyone else see that Michigan State game? Simply amazing! Anyway, for the other Michigan game (grrrr) 9 other girls and myself painted ourselves green. I never realized how much fun being green could be since Kermit gave it such a bad rap, but it was awesome. People kept stopping us to take our picture and to pose with us. I finally accomplished my dream of experiencing what it feels like to be one of the Disney World characters. However, being painted green is obviously bad luck and we can never do it again. One of the people who stopped us, though, was this young fellow with his grandfather. He said that his grandfather played football for Notre Dame in the 50s and we were so awed and amazed that we took several pictures with him. Once we walked about, I realized that the young fellow could have totally been making that up. He could have nabbed some random guy from an alziemers home and brought him to the game so he could claim that he was a football player and get an in with the cute green college girls. What a sicko. What a great idea. I'm totally doing that one day.
I'm sick again. This is probably just one of the many colds I will get throughout the year. I have no idea why my immune system seems to hate me. I take care of myself better than most college students, yet I can't seem to get over a simple cold. I've had my current cold for 2 weeks now and it's showing no signs of relief. I've begun joking with people that I have TB, which is what I did last year, and I am always surprised at the number of people who actually believe me. This is probably going to get me in the end and I actually will have consumption and no one will believe me until I'm coughing up blood and then it's too late. Was that too graphic? Sorry, I've been watching lots of Nip/Tuck episodes and have become immune to the gore.
NDTV is off to a great start this year. Since all the dorms have cable now, not only can I watch Flavor of Love whenever I want, but all the students have access to NDTV (channel 53)! Or more realistically, students pause on NDTV for 3 seconds while flipping channels, but hey, they know we're out there. The club is really growing and I'm learning how to edit, so a lot of my time is going into NDTV. Also, a lot of my humor is going into that, so you should really tune into NDTV instead of reading this because the show is probably a lot funnier. Or is it.....
I saw Asian Chick at the dining hall!!!!! I noticed that she had writing on her shirt, but I unfortunately was not able to catch a glimpse of it as I have terrible eyesight and refuse to wear contacts or glasses. Sorry, that was really anticlimactic, but you were excited for a second, weren't you?
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