Sunday, December 30, 2007
It's me! Every girl ever.
Date: 2007-11-07, 10:38AM EST
Oh hi, how's it going? It's me! Every girl ever. I'm really looking forward to this date. I'm not nearly as attractive as you remember me being because when we met the bar was dark and you were drunk. Come on in.
Let's start off with the unavoidable tour of my incredibly typical post-college-girl apartment.
You'll notice that I went ahead and purchased everything that Ikea and Pier 1 have ever produced. There's my decorative birdcage over there even though I don't have a bird, and there's my gay wicker basket with bamboo poles in it. I don't know what the hell that's thing's all about, but I bought it.
Hey check it out, I have more candles in here than a Roman Catholic Church. Doesn't it smell like Hazelnut!? If I were to light all of my candles at once you could see my apartment from space! I fucking love candles!
Come on into the living room.
Oh, I see you met my cat there. That's "Freddy Paws Jr." Why don't you pet him and act like you like cats even though you hate cats? There you go. Oh, he took a little swing at your eye there huh? Yeah, he'll do that. Hey, let's check out the kitchen.
Hey look at my refrigerator. There are pictures all over it! Look at all these pictures of me and my equally vacuous friends from college! We were so crazy! You can tell we're really good friends because our faces are all pressed up against each other like that.
And check it out, we're holding up alcoholic beverages to the camera in every single picture. That's to prove that we were partying. College was so fun! But of course I don't talk to any of these girls anymore because now they're all bitches.
Let's go back into the hallway!
Hey, before we leave I'm going to go in the bathroom for ten minutes for some mysterious reason. Why don't you sit awkwardly in my big, stupid, round papizan chair over there while you wait for me. It's like you're sitting in a hug! Be right back...
Sorry that took a half an hour, I don't know what the hell I was doing in there. Let's go!
Wow! Thanks for opening my car door for me! I'm totally going to blow that meaningless gesture out of proportion and delude myself into thinking that you're a really good guy because that's what I want to believe.
Well, here we are at the restaurant. No thanks waiter, I don't need to see a menu, just bring me some expensive things. Hey I know, while we wait, I'll tell you all about my unspeakably boring job. I hate my boss. He's a jerk! I might get another job. Maybe something in pharmaceutical sales.
Now let's talk about my family. I love my family. I want you to love my family. I want my family to love you. I want you to make love to my family! I want you to go golfing with my semi-retarded brother Travis. That would be so God damned cute!
Wow! I can't believe I ordered all this food! I have no intention of eating any of it. No thanks waiter, we don't need a box. Just throw it out.
Hey, I've got an idea, let's go to a bar and have an after dinner drink! It'll be great, it will be just like how we're drinking here, only it will be louder and we'll have to stand up. Come on!
See, isn't this better? Oh hey, what a coincidence. Look over there! It's a group of my friends that I knew was going to be here. Let's go over there so that they can judge you!
Hey, I have to go to the bathroom for a half an hour again for some reason. You can stay here and talk to my unbelievably hideous friend Christine! Christine's so ugly she scares kids! Talk to her! She has a job and a family that she wants to talk to you about too. Be right back.
I'm back! Sorry I was gone for three hours, there was a line. I want to go home now.
Well here we are at my door again. This was really fun for me and not you. You should pretend like we're going to do it again sometime! Maybe I'll see you at Target a few months from now and we can avoid eye contact because you never called me. Here, have this awkward goodnight kiss that's as empty as my soul. Good night!
Friday, December 28, 2007
Extensive Space-Filling: Large, complex doodles that have grown almost organically across the page suggest a persistent nature, a love of design and a desire to express ideas. These doodles can sometimes indicate frustrated artistic ability, especially if ornate forms are embedded within them...
Click here to see more of my doodles!
My In-Class Doodle
Thursday, December 27, 2007
Juno - I wanted to see it because it looked different. I didn't know I'd walk out of the theater on Christmas with a new favorite. (Who am I kidding any good movie is my favorite!) It is one that I WILL buy - if that says anything. It's like... Gilmore Girls meets the trailer[park] meets suburbia meets Knocked Up meets... a bunch of other things.
Enchanted - it is another one that will make my personal DVD collection when it hits stores. I don't know if anyone else would find this as funny as my sister and I... but if you grew up on Disney movies and pixy stix (that just sounded good) the way we did - You might just LOVE it. I'll admit, I only wanted to see it becuase of McDreamy but it ended up being pretty funny.
Thursday, December 20, 2007
What am I flashing back to?
The day I came into this beautiful world! December 21, 1984.
Happy 23rd birthday to me!!!
Friday, December 14, 2007
Thursday, December 13, 2007
Wednesday, December 12, 2007
Tuesday, December 11, 2007
Monday, December 10, 2007
Now I'm not saying that my pants drag all over the ground or anything. but they nicely end at the bottom of the heal of my shoe. This becomes problematic when walking in the rain. No matter how many puddles you jump over or walk around you pantlegs will get wet in the back. How wet? Well that depends on the material your sporting, the distance of your walk and amount of downpour. The damn water just starts at the bottom of your pants and creeps its way upward. Why does it suck? Well. Do you like sitting through 5 hours of classes with wet pants? It especially sucks when its cold, because then it has that nice chilling effect. But here is whats worse - and what I hate the most. When the back of your pants are wet, and you have just gotten home. You kick off your shoes as you walk inside and your socks get soaked from the pants. You get pissed take your socks off, put your stuff down do some things around the house... forget your pants are wet on the bottom.... sit down to your computer, the way you always do, one leg tucked under yourself. and suddenly your ass is wet. Gosh darn it. I fucking hate it when that happens.
And no, I will not wear boots to class. thats just dumb.
So... do you get less wet if you run when its raining? or do you get less wet walking through the rain?
To run or walk. That is the question.
Sunday, December 9, 2007
My LAST quarter starts in January. I can NOT wait until its over... It will be more my "style" with night classes. I love night classes. I only have to think about them ONCE a week, professors usually let you out early, and they are just easier! It might be a little rough though, two of my classes are at a UC branch school and I'll be there after a LONG day of work. I will also be doing an internship/field placement once a week... if I ever get my act together and call the lady to get it set up!
I'm staying where I am an RA for one additional quarter after graduation. It's going to be hard sticking around, but I plan on taking that time to make some money!! Maybe I'll get another babysitting job. I know I know, I should be looking for a "real" job, but I just make SUCH good money babysitting. I should be a professional nanny... For famous people. I'm sure Britney could use my help!
Saturday, December 8, 2007
By: Sandra Kring
Book Description: Wisconsin, 1961. Evelyn “Button” Peters is nine the summer Winnalee and her fiery-spirited older sister, Freeda, blow into her small town–and from the moment she sees them, Button knows this will be a summer unlike any other.
Much to her mother’s dismay, Button is fascinated by the Malone sisters, especially Winnalee, a feisty scrap of a thing who carries around a shiny silver urn containing her mother’s ashes and a tome she calls “The Book of Bright Ideas.” It is here, Winnalee tells Button, that she records everything she learns: her answers to the mysteries of life. But sometimes those mysteries conceal a truth better left buried. And when a devastating secret is suddenly revealed, dividing loyalties and uprooting lives, no one–from Winnalee and her sister to Button and her family–will ever be the same.
What I thought: Cute book Somewhat, predictable ending.
I give this book 3.2 out of 5
By: Greg Behrendt, Liz Tuccillo
Book Description: He's Just Not That Into You is provocative, hilarious, and, above all, intoxicatingly liberating. It deserves a place on every woman's night table. It knows you're a beautiful, smart, funny woman who deserves better. The next time you feel the need to start "figuring him out," consider the glorious thought that maybe He's just not that into you. And then set yourself loose to go find the one who is.
What I thought: Very funny, so true. But do I understand guys any better? Maybe, maybe not. Still. A good read... and even if you aren't in an of these situations, chances are you know someone who is!
I give this book 3.9 out of 5
Update August 2009, I liked the movie better!
Monday, December 3, 2007
.SPEAK my MIND.
.STate the Obvious.
.STop Wasting timE.
.Take more pictureS.
.get a Sense of STyle.
.ScreaM louder to the songs I lovE.
.Be bad, Be bold.
.GO Out MORE.
.Get off the COMPUTER.
.Read more IntellectuaL bookS.
.have moRe Confidence.
Sunday, December 2, 2007
If only it were THIS easy...
1. Bring a pillow. Fall asleep (or pretend to) until the last 15 minutes. Wake up, say “oh geez, better get cracking” and do some gibberish work. Turn it in a few minutes early.
2. Get a copy of the exam, run out screaming “Andre, Andre, I’ve got the secret documents!!”
3. If it is a math/science exam, answer in essay form. If it is long answer/essay form, answer with numbers and symbols. Be creative. Use the integral symbol.
4. Make paper airplanes out of the exam. Aim them at the instructor’s left nostril.
5. Talk the entire way through the exam. Read questions aloud, debate your answers with yourself out loud. If asked to stop, yell out, “I’m SOOO sure you can hear me thinking.” Then start talking about what a jerk the instructor is.
6. Bring cheerleaders.
7. Walk in, get the exam, sit down. About five minutes into it, loudly say to the instructor, “I don’t understand ANY of this. I’ve been to every lecture all semester long! What’s the deal? And who the hell are you? Where’s the regular guy?”
8. Bring a Game Boy (or Game Gear, etc…). Play with the volume at max level.
9. On the answer sheet (book, whatever) find a new, interesting way to refuse to answer every question. For example: I refuse to answer this question on the grounds that it conflicts with my religious beliefs. Be creative.
10. Bring pets.
11. Run into the exam room looking about frantically. Breathe a sigh of relief. Go to the instructor, say “They’ve found me, I have to leave the country” and run off.
12. Fifteen minutes into the exam, stand up, rip up all the papers into very small pieces, throw them into the air and yell out “Merry Christmas.” If you’re really daring, ask for another copy of the exam. Say you lost the first one. Repeat this process every fifteen minutes.
13. Do the exam with crayons, paint, or fluorescent markers.
14. Come into the exam wearing a pair of birkenstocks, and nothing else.
15. Come down with a BAD case of Tourette’s Syndrome during the exam. Be as vulgar as possible.
16. Do the entire exam in another language. If you don’t know one, make one up! For math/science exams, try using Roman numerals.
17. Bring things to throw at the instructor when s/he’s not looking. Blame it on the person nearest to you.
18. As soon as the instructor hands you the exam, eat it.
19. Walk into the exam with an entourage. Claim you are going to be taping your next video during the exam. Try to get the instructor to let them stay, be persuasive. Tell the instructor to expect a percentage of the profits if they are allowed to stay.
20. Every five minutes, stand up, collect all your things, move to another seat, continue with the exam.
21. Turn in the exam approximately 30 minutes into it. As you walk out, start commenting on how easy it was.
22. Do the entire exam as if it was multiple choice and true/false. If it is a multiple choice exam, spell out interesting things (DCCAB, BABE, etc..).
23. Bring a black marker. Return the exam with all questions and answers completely blacked out.
24. Get the exam. Twenty minutes into it, throw your papers down violently, scream out “Screw this!” and walk out triumphantly.
25. Arrange a protest before the exam starts (i.e. Threaten the instructor that whether or not everyone’s done, they are all leaving after one hour to go drink).
26. Show up completely drunk. (Completely drunk means at some point during the exam, you should start crying for mommy).
27. Every now and then, clap twice rapidly. If the instructor asks why, tell him/her in a very derogatory tone, “the light bulb that goes on above my head when I get an idea is hooked up to a clapper. DUH!”
28. Comment on how sexy the instructor is looking that day.
29. Come to the exam wearing a black cloak. After about 30 minutes, put on a white mask and start yelling “I’m here, the phantom of the opera” until they drag you away.
30. Go to an exam for a class you have no clue about, where you know the class is very small, and the instructor would recognize you if you belonged. Claim that you have been to every lecture. Fight for your right to take the exam.
31. Upon receiving the exam, look it over, while laughing loudly, say “you don’t really expect me to waste my time on this drivel? Days of our Lives is on!!!”
32. Bring a water pistol with you. Nuff said.
33. From the moment the exam begins, hum the theme to Jeopardy. Ignore the instructor’s requests for you to stop. When they finally get you to leave one way or another, begin whistling the theme to the Bridge on the River Kwai.
34. Start a brawl in the middle of the exam.
35. If the exam is math/science related, make up the longest proofs you could possibly think of. Get pi and imaginary numbers into most equations.
36. Come in wearing a full knight’s outfit, complete with sword and shield.
37. Bring a friend to give you a back massage the entire way through the exam. Insist this person is needed, because you have bad circulation.
38. Bring cheat sheets FROM ANOTHER CLASS (make sure this is obvious… like history notes for a calculus exam… otherwise you’re not just failing, you’re getting kicked out, too) and staple them to the exam with the comment “Please use the attached notes for references as you see fit.”
39. When you walk in, complain about the heat. Strip.
40. After you get the exam, call the instructor over, point to any question, ask for the answer. Try to work it out of him/her.
41. One word: Wrestlemania.
42. Bring balloons, blow them up, start throwing them around like they do before concerts start.
43. Try to get people in the room to do the wave.
44. Play frisbee with a friend at the other side of the room.
45. Bring some large, cumbersome, ugly idol. Put it right next to you. Pray to it often. Consider a small sacrifice.
46. Get deliveries of candy, flowers, balloons, telegrams, etc… sent to you every few minutes throughout the exam.
47. During the exam, take apart everything around you. Desks,
chairs, anything you can reach.
48. Complete the exam with everything you write being backwards at a 90 degree angle.
49. Bring a musical instrument with you, play various tunes. If you are asked to stop, say “it helps me think.” Bring a copy of the Student Handbook with you, challenging the instructor to find the section on musical instruments during finals. Don’t forget to use the phrase “Told you so”.
50. Answer the exam with the “Top Ten Reasons Why Professor xxxx Sucks”.
Saturday, December 1, 2007
Just kidding "Santa" I'm sure I loved it back in the day. ;-)
Friday, November 30, 2007
Missed the friday flashback again. I'll cook something up good this weekend.
But I guess your looking fore something here... so click the pic and go see how I've been passing the time. I'm on-call this weekend, which means I'm stuck here.
Thursday, November 29, 2007
Monday, November 26, 2007
Jennifer tagged me for this 7 things about me meme that is going around... so here are 7 things about me.
- Everyday in December on my calendar has something on it. Just looking at it makes me want to panic.
- I just hung up Christmas lights in my room. They look very festive.
- I don't want to go to bed because that means tomorrow will be here. I have no desire to go to class.
- I'm totally in love with the idea of being in love. And that blows.
- I cannot wait until it SNOWS (a lot!)
- I have posted in this blog 504 times. I love it.
- I'm broke.
Sunday, November 25, 2007
What's that up ahead? A father and a son tossing a football? I slow as the dad who was in the middle of the highway goes to the side to let the cars pass. In my rear view I catch a glance of the officer slowing down rolling his windows down and shouting something out the window to the pair tossing the football - across the highway.
Before I know it the cop is back on my tush. We are taking a sharper than normal curve to the left. All of the sudden I see a gray minivan in the emergency only pull off lane to my left headed the wrong direction. I slow down to make sure we pass with out hitting each other. I glance up to my mirror expecting to see the officer spin around and go catch this guy, but he doesn't. Does he think I'm a DUI or something? Why won't this guy get off my ass? I decide that he is just too close for comfort so I flip on my blinker to move over to the middle lane. As I do this I catch something in the corner of my eye. Shit. All I see are the headlights of that silver Mercedes. BaM! It was too late there was nothing I could do. I'm pushed from my rear passenger side by the Mercedes, up in to the air. My left cheek bone hits the steering wheel and I have a death grip on ten and two. I'm upside down flying over the median and I calmly blurt "I'm going to die" into the eerie silence. Miraculously I land on all four in the right emergency lane of the west bound traffic facing the correct direction. I take a deep breath and realize I will never drive again.
And then I woke up.
5. "They told me at the Blood Bank this might happen."
4. "This is just a 15 minute power nap they raved about in the time management course you sent me to."
3. "Whew! Guess I left the top off the Whiteout. You probably got here just in time."
2. "Did you ever notice sound coming out of these keyboards when you put your ear down real close?" And the NUMBER ONE best thing to say if you get caught sleeping at your desk...
1. Raise your head slowly and say, "...in Jesus' name, Amen."
I Love all of these.... but please tell me, How do you explain the drool!?
Tuesday, November 20, 2007
Sunday, November 18, 2007
Friday, November 16, 2007
Wednesday, November 14, 2007
Tuesday, November 13, 2007
Honestly you were a bitch form the start. Remember how when I reached 75 miles on the highway your steering wheel started to shake? We got that fixed, and thank god you were under warranty then - I think they replaced your tires twice, breaks and something else as well. Remember when your sunroof stopped working? That was just stubborn of you. I'm sure you didn't like the wind ripping through your insides, but the fact of the matter was... I liked it flowing through my hair! You were selfish and decided to close up for good. It would have been 2,000 dollars to pry open your stubborn ass. I wasn't about to do that, you made your point. And I guess you got pissed that I wasn't paying enough attention to the cleanliness of the inside of my car so you decided to take it into your own hands... buy letting any and every drop of rain in right through the passenger side door and onto my floor. How rude. Remember that time we went over the train tracks? I went too fast and hit my breaks... so you ever so slightly cracked the ABS ring thing-a-ma-bober around my axle so would make a funny clunky sound every time I tried to stop. You are unforgiving. Maybe that's why you called attention to yourself with that bright flashy yellowness that you have and that car hit us at Meijer? Could it be all your fault?
No. I think the other lady just sucks at driving. I cannot blame you. I will however blame you for all of the speeding tickets I have acquired over the past six years. Never once, have I gotten a speeding ticket in any other car. You yellowness just calls out to the radar gun. And for that I hate you.
You were a good jokester too. Like when you decided that the motor to the windshield wipers needed a permanent break... while it was raining outside. I found that quite amusing.
Oh but you have been good to me too. I was an abusive parent. I hit you with a mailbox and you took it like a champ. Your mirror hung in there, it just wobbled a bit after that. You didn't complain when that bitchy little girl rear ended us and I didn't fix you. You understood that the money was needed for rent. You were always good to me in the snow, and braced yourself every time i hit a curb. You took me to California and back with no problems at all, I will always say that was the best trip ever. And we did it alone, together. You had amazing factory speakers and you even put up with my terrible singing. I don't know how you did it. And though your black leather seats were HOT HOT HOT every day during the summer, they were so forgiving. Like that time (or two) that I left my windows and sunroof open... and it poured. you just held the water right there for me to soak up. I don't remember how many times I've spilled or dropped something on those seats... but there is not a single stain!
We've had our issues, our disagreements.... but overall you were a good car. And though I may never know what that squeaky sound was every morning, I no longer have to worry about it becuase you are in a better place.... even if you were assassinated.
Sunday, November 11, 2007
Wednesday I got I a car wreck. I was headed to Meijer after work to visit the bank. I was on the "main drag" and some woman in a SUV comes speeding out of an isle. She was going straight and did not stop at all. BAM. The officer talked to us and the two witnesses and found her at fault. Now I'm driving a Dodge Caliber with enormous blind spots and I won't find out about damages to my car until Monday morning. That car was my life. I planned on having it until it broke down (of "natural" reasons). The whole ordeal is stressing me out, which is the reason I have the largest zit of my life on my cheek right now. Maybe if I pop it, everything will be alright?
Classes have been crazy easy this quarter. I'll admit that I'm a HUGE slacker, but school kind of comes naturally to me. I only do the reading for one class, Constitutional Issues and Procedures. It's hard but I think one of the best/my favorite classes of my college career. I'm learning a ton. Midterms we all last week and the week before. This week a lot of the Criminal Justice Professors are headed off to a conference, so I only have 2 classes ALL week. It's going to be great.
Happy Birthday to Tiffany last week, Grandpa the 13th, and Lisa the 18th. Lisa's gift is wrapped and ready. She knows what it is, and because I get REALLY excited about giving gifts... she's getting it tomorrow! I got her Wreck this Journal. It's a good gift for anyone who is slightly creative.
Wednesday, November 7, 2007
Tuesday, November 6, 2007
By: Jon Krakauer
Book Description: In April 1992 a young man from a well-to-do family hitchhiked to Alaska and walked alone into the wilderness north of Mt. McKinley. His name was Christopher Johnson McCandless. He had given $25,000 in savings to charity, abandoned his car and most of his possessions, burned all the cash in his wallet, and invented a new life for himself. Four months later, his decomposed body was found by a moose hunter....
What I thought: This book was definitely not the type of book I normally read. I wanted to read it becuase I saw the preview for the movie... When I saw it in the bookstore I picked it up without second guessing myself. The style of this book was like a documentary. We here the story of Chris, how he survived, how he traveled, the people he met along the way, his family, people he shared similarities with, we read his notes and letters, we get to understand (the best that we can) this man's incredible journey. We learn about the discovery of his death, how he may have died, but mostly we learn to admire his free spirit and thinking.
I loved this book. I loved the story. I loved that it was real. I recommend this read. I have no desire to see the movie. The book was just perfect.
I give this book 4.5 out of 5
UPDATE: The Book was better than the movie!
Saturday, November 3, 2007
By: Jane Green
Book Description: Jemima Jones is overweight. About one hundred pounds overweight. Treated like a maid by her thin and social-climbing roommates, and lorded over by the beautiful Geraldine (less talented but better paid) at the Kilburn Herald, Jemima finds that her only consolation is food. Add to this her passion for her charming, sexy, and unobtainable colleague Ben, and Jemima knows her life is in need of a serious change. When she meets Brad, an eligible California hunk, over the Internet, she has the perfect opportunity to reinvent herself–as JJ, the slim, beautiful, gym-obsessed glamour girl. But when her long-distance Romeo demands that they meet, she must conquer her food addiction to become the bone-thin model of her e-mails–no small feat.
With a fast-paced plot that never quits and a surprise ending no reader will see coming, Jemima J is the chronicle of one woman's quest to become the woman she's always wanted to be, learning along the way a host of lessons about attraction, addiction, the meaning of true love, and, ultimately, who she really is.
What I thought: If your fat or were fat, you might like this book. Otherwise don't bother reading it. I thought it was O.K. It was written weirdly. We would see glimpses of the characters and then if would jump out and I'd be reading a narrator analyzing the characters. It was kind of odd. Though I did find myself anxious to keep reading... and I laughed a few times!
I also felt like I was reading a book about some stripper because ... well, look at the cover. I kept folding the book over so no one would ask what I was reading! lol.
I give this book 3.5 out of 5
Friday, November 2, 2007
....In the total darkness of my room. I hope to get out some point and do it in the street like that one commercial. Then you will have more to look at. I also need to figure out if I can keep my shutter open longer. I don't have enough time to get through my whole name! it just comes out ERI and half a K.
Bowie in Labyrinth (from CollegeHumor)
Sara, I think You should should be this for Halloween next year.
My grandparents had the movie Labyrinth and as kids we used to watch it every time we went up there. I'm headed up there for Thanksgiving.... I'm SO going to watch it! If you haven't seen it, CHECK IT OUT!
Wednesday, October 31, 2007
I have my heart set on this trip and was absolutely HEARTBROKEN that I did not get a scholarship. I really don't know why. I'm super qualified and plan on a career involving the outdoors. I feel like this is a once and a lifetime chance and I fell like I have the opportunity to learn SO much.
So this is where I beg. Mostly I beg for creative ideas on how to come up with the mula. It would be cool if I could do something with blogging some how. I'm still trying to think of something. Any ideas? Please share! In the mean time there is a button on the right hand side of your screen. Do what you want with it.
I'm looking at $6,500 bill right now, not including plane tickets and gear! :-(
Tuesday, October 30, 2007
Monday, October 29, 2007
It's midterm time and my sheet is about full... time to start another one ;-) I have worked on this in every class. And YES I'm passing them. For some reason the doodling helps me pay attention. I take notes too. I'm just multi-talented like that!
Can you find the candy corn?
Sunday, October 28, 2007
Thursday, October 25, 2007
I rode the bus to school everyday until high school. We lived off a busy street and my stop was right on the corner. We had many kids on our street who were the same age... so instead of all standing at our own driveways we would join together. The stops change driveways here and there but mostly it was at the top of my driveway... it was in the middle and connected to another driveway.
When we weren't running out the door to catch the bus... we did a lot of stupid kid stuff while we waited. We would throw rocks into the road (NOT when cars were coming) and we would get excited and cheer when our rock got run over by a car. I remember locking elbows with the kids at the bus stop, taking steps at the same time singing "Ompa Lumpa..." We did a lot to pass the time. Once I even hit in the eye with a rock.
My bus driver was nicer than meaner, but she wasn't my best pal. her kids rode the same bus. They weren't on our route but we drove by there house so she just picked them up anyway. My bus driver went to our church as well (we really didn't go that much) but I remember I had to pee in the middle of church and when I was walking back from the bathroom, she kindly pulled the skirt out of the back of my tights. I would have been mortified if I had walked back in to the pew. She didn't let me get that far. For that I am grateful.
The kids on the bus were O.K. There was one fat kid with a skinny eye bulging sidekick. They were mean. They made fun of my forehead. It's huge. But I've gotten over that. When they looked over the back of the seat and made fun of my friend for being fat(ironically the fat kid said it).... I popped him in the face. We didn't hear anything from them after that. I guess my bus driver didn't see and he was too embarrassed because I never got in trouble.
Wednesday, October 24, 2007
Go check out her blog. Her most recent post Swany and Rick, directs you to a site that showcases some wonderful photos of a killer road trip! I even make an appearance!
So go.. And Leave a comment if you like it! Tell her I sent you ;-)