how i survived my reading...

i love my sennnnnnheisers. i love my daddy. i have the coolest daddy in the world. listening to staind with the sennheisers, equalized with a slightly elevated treble, slightly muted mids, and a boosted mid-bass... somehow makes me feel... myself? i don't even know how to explain it.

i want winter...

it's not just 'cause it's all hot and humid and sticky and rainy and gross right now... (did i mention that i walked back from class in the rain today? under bright sun? yeah...) i want it to be cold. so i can wear my scarf. that i made. and i can snowboard. but not at the same time. 'cause, if you've seen my scarf... yeah. it'll probably get caught on something, and then i'll lose my head.

i keep seeing snowboards on tv, and... i really wanna go!

but then i'll have to stop shaving my legs. not that i'm complaining, but it's kinda nice having smooth legs once in a while. and i've taken good care of them since i've gotten to school! that's new...

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yay for courtney! she fixed the back of my hair for me, and now i'm happy =D
there are pictures, if anybody's interested. ask, or i'll probably post them eventually, when i find a good place to post them.

just for spoon...

okay, maybe not... but i feel obligated to blog for spoon. because spoon is my #1 fan =D

of course... spoon should be blogging. 'cause he's never online to tell me what's going on. and i want to know, dammit!

so... first things first. get connected. for those of you who were trying to decode my away messages for that week... steaksauce = me. as the leader of team a, my id was a1. see the connection? yeah. even anne was calling me steaksauce. i'm such a dork. i gave myself a nickname.

i also got to ride across campus in the l3 mobile to try to fix mac problems. because i'm the only one of the four mac people left (it was me, matt, joe, and skipper... three of us graduated). i found out when we were connecting the corps that ian was a mac user, too... but that was all too late and stuff... chase took my place as a1 while i was gone, and he got spoiled... chilled with us for pretty much the rest of gc. now he's my buddy =]

fast-forward through a week of classes... i'm in annandale right now. rode up with mike (mike and matt are doing a fantasy draft right now). chi-chi loves matt more than she loves me now =(

we were all over town yesterday... bought a ps2 and a bunch of games and blah blah blah... i bought barber shears. oh, such a bad idea. i was going to layer my hair, which went well until i made one wrong cut on the right side of my head. and then i thought "well, i wanted my hair to be above the shoulder anyway..." so then i cut it all, and then re-layered it. saw mom this morning, and she wanted it to be shorter. i said no. but then i started fixing the layers in the back of my head and... i decided to cut two inches off the back. my hair... is now nearly gone. and i made a HUGE mess in the bathroom.

not one of the best decisions i've ever made. you know, hacking at my hair while i'm in an apartment full of drunk people. oh well. it's hair.


oh, and i got to drive EVERYWHERE (yay for me), and scare the shit out of bernat (i think), and i got to cook dinner last night and lunch today. i worked with jalepenos, though, and now my thumb burns. poopie.

but i don't have cleavage!

when i was getting ready to leave for dinner, a chi-chi poop fell out of my skirt.

i went to pick chi-chi up after work today, and she hopped into the pvc tube... so i picked up the entire pipe, and she didn't want to come out... i tipped the tube towards me, and a poop falls out. down my cleavage. that barely exists.

i'm pooped.

michael was supposed to get here between 9 and 9:15 this morning, so we could go to the international spy museum. he got here at 9:30, because, apparently, he woke up at 9.

the trip there was rather uneventful. drove to west falls church, got on the metro... got off the metro, walked to the museum... went through part of the museum, and it was already past 12:30. hmmm... hungry. went through the rest of the museum... was nearly 3. or past 3. or something like that.

had popeyes (pope? yes!) for "lunch," and then got back on the metro... which stank. sooo bad. the nationals game had let out about the same time, and the train was filled with people that had been sitting in the hot sun all day. beyond that, though, were four obnoxious, pubescent boys, most of which took up more than their share of space.

at first, i was too distracted to notice the group ("no, michael, you do not ride the metro hanging from the ceiling"), but... "HEY! I LIKE THE HOKIES! DO YOU GO TO VIRGINIA TECH?" <sigh> i told matt not to wear his orange effect shirt. after a while of matt ignoring the guy (the fat one in the group), i heard "VIRGINIA TECH SUCKS!" yeah, way to change your story. you like us? you hate us? oh, sucking up didn't work, so now you don't like us... because we didn't like you. good.

they also displayed lovely amounts of intelligence... "hold your breath! we're going to run out of air!" "there are no stupid questions, just stupid people..." (coming from... oh...) they sniffed themselves... yes, stinky. yes, it's you. they tried to blame it amongst themselves. and by amongst themselves, i mean the fat one tried to blame it on each of his buddies. i'll take a gander at who the stink was coming from...

now i'm collapsed in the apartment... an in a little while... dinner at home. aah... time to go do some laundry before that.

pooped.

i ain't heard...

i was in for a shock when i saw the "i ain't heard of that" video (slim thug ft. bun b and pharrell). i didn't know he did that... nobody told me.

matt finds joy in pharrell's new look. i find it depressing. the two are directly related.

as if celebrities pose a threat anyway...

i've never been so stressed in my life...

so... matt decided that we'd see the wedding crashers tonight. at 8, we left the apartment, and everything went downhill from there... starting with the ass driving behind, beside, and in front of us. yes, one ass. no, he didn't just pass, or we didn't just pass him. this guy was the most aggressive driver i've seen today, cutting everybody off to get ahead... and then ends up sitting behind a truck... next to an empty lane. so we end up passing him while he's staring at this truck's ass... and then we see him flying by on the very right. right up to someone's ass. right.

did i mention that matt was driving? well... on the exit onto west ox from 50... matt nearly flies into the curb. full speed. this would have been more than jumping the curb. i scream, matt jerks the car back... laughs... yeah, funny. did i mention that i'm rarely comfortable with other people's driving? you know, since i'm a control freak and all... there are always those thoughts going through my head... "aren't you going to pass?" "we're going too fast for your skills." "we're following way too close..."

anyway, we pull into the parking lot, and matt asks if we should park near the theatre (we were going to have dinner first)... i said yes because baja fresh is across the street (the not-real street that goes between two buildings in the strip mall). both are in the back, so i figured we'd go park in the back... and matt swings right. we are now in the front half of the parking lot... and i'm losing it. why did you ask me...? okay, mistake. matt tries to turn around to get back out of that quarter of the lot (so we can get to where we're actually supposed to be), and we manage to come to a dead end. in a parking lot. um, yeah.

after the movie... matt starts up the car, and it squeals, like it nearly always does. i told him to let off the brake, and he... turns off the car. then he starts the car with his foot off the brake... followed by releasing the hand brake. car starts drifting (car's in park, but the transmission gives more than the hand brake... hence putting in a hand brake). at this point, i'm sputtering. trying to pull out of the section of the lot, matt just goes. um... they don't have a stop sign. yeah.

she's too smart for her own good...

so... chi-chi broke into the kitchen yesterday. twice. she figured out at the end of last week that the baby gate is not tall enough to stop her... and yesterday, she figured out that she can climb baby gates, so even two stacked one above the other presented no a problem.

picked her up the second time, after deciding that she's not allowed out again until we can figure out how to keep her out of the kitchen (while she was in there, she managed to crawl up into the storage drawer under the oven and poop on my cookie sheet. poor cookie sheet.), i picked her up and held her for a bit, and then put her back in her cage, where she flipped around in her bath like there was no tomorrow. then, when i went to take her bath out of the cage, i leaned in for a kiss (she "kisses" now that she expects treats between my teeth), and then she put her paw on my cheek. i though it was cute, so i lingered (big mistake right there), and then she was on my face.

okay, so she wasn't suctioned onto my face like the baby alien in, well, alien. she kinda jumped up on my face and... slid down. <sigh> she almost got out over my head--if only she had better traction.

dunno how we're going to keep her out of the kitchen tonight...

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we got a rubber-lipped pleco. he's funny looking. that's all.