Just saying

If the idiots around here would all shut up right at this moment, the silence would be deafening. Maybe I’d even hear myself think about how much I despise them.

Kusin Vitamin

Just got the results back from the lab, all my values and levels and stuff are normal. Sweet!
The doctor was all like
“so you’ve been a vegetarian for almost 15 years….hm….well, you probably have every deficiency known to man and I’m going to prescribe you a huge steak”
(slightly exaggerated)
and I was all nervous and started taking multi vitamins every day, as opposed to just whenever I happen to remember which is not that often, and I’ve eaten fish twice in four days and felt really guilty about not being as nutrition conscious as I guess I should have been.
But, as it turns out, I’m golden, no deficiency whatsoever!
Eat that, doc.
Now I can hide my vitamins and go back to eating like crap again….

Last year Dylan made me be April O’Neal for Halloween and it sucked cause no one got who I was supposed to be unless I had Donatello next to me and even then they’d be like
“Oh, but her yellow jumpsuit doesn’t quite look like that, does it..?”
And I’d get all pissy and go
“well, no shit…but she’s a cartoon character. Why don’t you go tell Jessica Rabbit over there that her waist and boobs aren’t even close to the right proportions?” or something like that.
I handle criticism very well. Always have.
So yesterday when Dylan came back from the thrift store with an idea for this year’s costumes, I was beyond sceptical. But I have to hand it to him, this could be a good one. Although if I want to eat anything between now and Halloween, I will have to move some buttons around.

two equally important questions

Lots of sirens and blue lights in Pokey tonight. Going to have to check the local news websites to see what’s up.

Also, is it too early to start with Pumpkin Spice coffee creamer? I’m having a hard time with this one...

Say it to my Facebook

I hate giving presentations. Hate it! And more than that, I hate being put on the spot and forced to speak unprepared.
I should have seen this one coming though. I can see that now.

Anyways, so facebook’s a bitch. Figure it out- they change it. Can’t possibly be improving every time. Never thought I’d consider closing my account but I am. I won’t…. I mean, what can I say, that’s my main way of communicating with my sister and plenty of my friends back home. Plus I’m curious, which is fancy for I like to snoop, and really like to be able to keep track of people without keeping in touch with them. But, back to the main point, it’s getting so annoying with new features and updates and crap that it’s starting to annoy me more than keeping me entertained.

I’m old, I don’t like changes.

And who gets to decide what makes for a Top Story on there anyways? Just wondering.

the day after

Even though you buy paper plates, plastic cups and disposable silver wear, you will end up with dirty dishes. The kitchen looked like a battle field this morning, but three full garbage bags later, it really wasn’t too bad.

We’ve forgotten to put our garbage out for the last two weeks. There’s an impressive collection out there right now.

I was happily surprised that no one had used the fancy wine glasses. I suppose that’s why some people get fancy wine glasses, so that people can use them at parties… not me though. I’d encourage my guests to admire the nice glasses while drinking from a red keg cup.

I almost threw away the spoon holder rather than washing it cause it had dried up barbecue sauce all over it and I hate barbecue sauce and the way it smells.

I did throw away an almost full box of bran flakes since somebody had spilled an unidentified liquid into it.

I’d rather drink a bottle of barbecue sauce than go to my night class tomorrow. I tried to prepare, took notes on Russian formalism and read all the readings, thoroughly and twice. It won’t help. It will still be horrible. I know it.

Saturday

Saturday at the office. Because I can do homework here in peace and quiet. Started the day with a yoga date with Tiffany; sunshine, grass and yoga mats.

Followed up by a bucket of coffee and humming computer sounds. My paper on Uncle Tom’s Cabin is pretty damn far from amazing. But it’s also pretty damn close to being finished; I don’t have time to dwell on it much longer.
More to read, more to write.

Tonight we’re having the housewarming BBQ- I hope we get a good crowd. Dylan made home made ice cream last night, we’re busting out the grills, Adam is making guacamole, Tiffany said she’d bring Sangria… and the sun is out.
Bring it!
Although, not yet… more homework first.

Edit that

Rainy day in Poke-a-tater. Kind of nice, for a change. Hoping for some sunny rays for our BBQ tomorrow but except for when I’m planning outdoors activities, I really don’t mind the clouds.

Here’s another cloud, though that’s hanging over me like a damp blanket: Dylan was real nice and bought all the books I needed for my classes for me, online from this site where he found them much cheaper than at the bookstore.
Great.

Only he bought the old editions of like every single book and now I don’t have the right page numbers, some chapters are missing, the numbers for the assignments are all backwards… I spend more time copying pages than actually reading them. It’s driving me bananas and now I’m thinking I’m just going to go to the damn bookstore and by the right edition of the anthology we use in my most difficult lit. class.

Dylan might flip, but I’ll flip him right back.

Stranger (no) Danger

Just a moment ago when I was walking home from my night class there was a guy walking behind me almost the entire time. I couldn’t decide whether to speed up to create some distance or slow down so he would pass me. I ended up doing neither and he was at a constant 10 steps behind me for a good half mile. It was really more awkward than scary. I reminded myself of how exaggerated the whole ‘stranger danger’ thing is and that ISU is a fairly safe campus. That is what I tell the freshmen during our presentations so I mean, I have to live as I learn, right?

Anyways, I wonder if he thought it was a little weird too? Like he really
wanted to either pass or have a greater distance as well, but he didn’t have time to sag behind and would have had to really speed walk to pass….

Either way, at 10th street our paths were separated and that’s the end of this story.

Day, you suck!

Oh this day, this day...

so long and so not over. Earlier today I wrote this long, ranty post about things I really hate and dislike and things that just bug me in general. But I never posted it cause I thought it was too mean.
Not like me at all, I know.
Am I getting sappy? Well, yes and I’ll tell you why.
We’re going rafting this weekend and I’m slightly nervous about it. Near death experiences humble you, you know.

Wrote a response paper on T.S Eliot’s Death by Water and felt how it spoke to me…

If I’m still dry and kicking next week I’ll write something mean, promise. Now I have to study.

zzz instead of www

So this guy came to install my office computer this morning. In skin tight jeans only Katy Perry would approve of and army boots shiny as his pony tail he got to work. About an hour ago he came into the library office where I’m temporarily positioned and got a bunch of stuff from this computer onto a jump drive. Half an hour ago I walked passed my office on my way to the restrooms and saw the ponytail resting on the back of my office chair… army boots spread in a weird angle and arms hanging limp down his side.
Looked very much like he was asleep.
Three minutes later, he had not moved. I have not heard a sound from in there (it’s pretty much straight across the hall) since.
Should I go check on him?
Maybe he had a rough Labor Day weekend, though… and all I’m doing right now is blogging anyways….
So I should probably just let him rest.

From calmness to possible storm

I hiked up to the ISU pillars today. That was the first time I’ve been up there, even though we’ve lived for over a year now. It was not a magic moment or anything, but nice trails up there and a good way to start the day.

Followed up with some homework, still haven’t gotten as much done as I was hoping for this weekend, but considering all of Saturday was lost since my computer charger broke and then the internet was down all over campus…I’m not beating myself up over it. Small punches maybe, but no serious beat down.

Dylan just called from Phoenix. When we talked this morning he said he’d land at 6 and be home at 8. Technically he did land at 6, right on time, but in Phoenix and not Salt Lake, so there will be no being home at 8. He also asked me if I had cashed the deposit check from our old landlord. I said no, because I don’t have that check….you took it. And I know he did, because I remember asking myself at the time which was a less bad idea; for me to take the check to the gym or for him to loose it while going bowling. I guess I should have taken it…. hopefully we’ll find it when he gets home. If we don’t, and he tries to blame it on me, there will be a fight.

That would not be the best way to end the day.

Last time

I will never again discuss Swedish hair colour. Ever. I’m done, yesterday’s attempt by a co-worker made it clear to me that my patience has indeed run out. All I can master now is a bleak smile and silence as I bite the inside of my cheeks.

Not that I ever really discussed it, but I used to be half way polite and offer some feedback to people who thought it was fun to point out the obvious. Yes, blond hair is more common in Sweden than in the US. But I don’t have blond hair, no. You’re correct, your eyes are not deceiving you. I am not blond but I am still Swedish. Yes. I’m glad we figured that out so I can sleep tonight. Now, why don’t you ask me if I have ever tried Swedish pancakes or talk about your trip to Germany ten years ago.

Or better yet. Shut up.

nano, nono, nanananana...let's go shuffle

We got new internet in the house. Cable One, they call it. It’s so fast I can barely keep up. It’s like the computer is surfing itself and I’m just in awe, watching it.

This morning Rebecca and I discussed buying an iPod for the office. We talked it through and decided we definitely needed one. Only I don’t have one and neither does she, so we’re both complete dummies when it comes to what kind would actually do us better. But after some consulting from her computer savvy (more so than us, that is, which most 10 year olds are) friend, we placed an order and in 3-9 business days, we’ll have a new toy in the office.

And on the home front, we figured out why Shooter has been throwing up left and right lately… he eats the cat food. Stupid dog.

Freakin' Lucky...

I don’t really have an opinion about Kristin Cavallari. I certainly did watch the Hills, but mainly before she entered the scene and even though I watch the crap, I get that it’s not real. So anyways, she could be great or she could be a bitch. Don’t know. Didn’t care.
But now, now she’s Mark Ballas’s partner for next season’s DWTS. That means I’ll root for her regardless. I hope she’s good. Otherwise I’ll definitely have an opinion about her.

writing instead of writing

Shooter puked on the rug last night. I saw it this morning. My computer cord was in it. Gross. I did not clean it up, however. And I do feel a little bad about that…. but not too much. It’s not my dog, not my mess to clean up. When Daisy pukes little hair balls, I clean. But a huge pile of dog barf… no, not my mess.

I’m going to try to get a lot of reading done over the long weekend. I wish I was going camping or doing something fun. Going to Nick and Sarah’s wedding would definitely have been fun… but plane tickets aren’t free and I’m not a groomsman. Dylan is flying out as I’m typing this and I’m going to get back to grant proposal writing now.