vendredi 9 mai 2008


These are amazing.

I got the like from miss Pretty in the City for these Rap Graphs and I absolutely love them!

Some of my personal favorites

Power stance

Oh men and their power stances. What is it about that.

You know what I'm talking about. The feet hip (or more) length apart, spread out, hands on the hip (fists closed of course), with just a slight lean with the pelvic area positioned forward.

Very super hero like. Ok, so I have no room to talk because I have my own personal power stance, actually a few of them, that I enjoy using. They come in handy.

Texter gave me the hard core power stance today, when we actually talked, face to face, in person. No texting no messages, no nothing. In person for the first time since our falling out. And I didn't even realize it was happening until he was right there in my face.

I saw him this morning when I walked into our lecture hall, but I went and sat down where I usually do, and I'm getting out my notebook, and I look up, and there he is standing full stance mode, in his gorgeous red button down shirt and black dress pants. Yum, damn.

He wanted to brag about being at my old high school. He wanted to let me know that within his first two days there he broke up a fight and a kid took a swing at him.

Go figure, he is at my old high school.

But besides the point, he was doing a very male very powerful very, "I am man hear me roar, woo over me". And I did some work via Stalkbook (so sue me, I stalk), and he's not in a relationship with the girl (Barbie) I thought he was. And there's no sign of a relationship on there anywhere. I'm wondering if he just has that up.

Nope, my mind is not even going there.

But God he looked good today.

In other boy news, I feel like I always have an update to give on these three different guys. Time for S.

S and I are back to talking like normal, I think E was right and I just needed to make the first move. And since he was always the one to make the first move before, it's only fair that it's my turn. But he is out of town for the weekend. Bummer. But like he said to me last night, I'll be there in spirit. Ohh boys. I'm looking forward to my drunk dials/texts, his are always enjoyable. He's a great guy, I wish Will would get to know him.

I tried just casually bring up my birthday, and Will thinks that no guys should be allowed (except for him of course), seeing as we have the whole Sex and the City theme going on. S will be there though, there's no way he won't be. They will all just have to deal, it's my day, and I can't wait!

And now Boom Boom. Dear God. I feel like I should copy paste some of the messages he's sent me. He's in Canada for the weekend, and he can't text while he's there. So he's been sending me Facebook/Stalkbook messages. In fact, let me pull some up right quick.

Part of the first I got:

"Either way, nice talking to you tonight dearie- now we MUST make arrangements for going out for drinks and the ensuing funny ex-stories, dancing, and mayhem that will ensue =) I get the distinct impression that it can and will be a fun time for us to drink together lol.I hope the remainder of your evening goes splendid; in the meantime- you better be curling up in that bed at a decent hour =) Sweet dreams tonight, and I look forward to hearing from you tomorrow =)"

And from the second

"In the meantime- you & I must work on getting you some appropriate sunwear to enjoy ;) Side note- nice profile photo; yea though I walk in the valley in the shadow of breast.. I shall..umm.. yeahhhhh hehehe.. I suppose if you got the goods, you might as well display properly, I mean, isnt that considered artistic expression ;)"

And I'm just gonna throw a little side note in here. My boobs, not big. Seriously, almost non-existent. I just know how to buy really great bra's. I LOVE Victoria's Secret. So I think it's funny that he thinks I have great boobs. They're a nice hand full (not that he knows that, but I do), but I really just graduated to a 36-B 2 years ago. Before then I could wear the same bra I had in middle school. And even now I'm barely a B. Just throwing it out there.

And from the third, from the end of quite the book I might add

"Additionally- as for sunwear, that can include anything from a cute outfit (that's yours to deal with lol) to sunglasses (which I can handle). I know you asked about it and so you and C may get to be my "test pairs" for this summer to make some higher end product.. you interested dearie?? So Victoria Secret and a tiara.. hmm sounds like an outfit or a Halloween costume lol ;)"

Yep, I got called dearie again. God I hate that.

Seriously, I need help with this guy. I am doing my best not to flirt with him at all. I am giving off all the "just friends" vibe. Drastic times call for drastic measures. iGuy knows I have a boyfriend, or thinks I have a boyfriend, why can't he tell him?? I might have to. I can handle that.

Any suggestions? I'm open to just about everything.

I think that's all for the update tonight. It's sad not too much else is happening in my life besides work and boys. I'm sure you all don't want to hear about the exciting Physics lectures I've been sitting through.

jeudi 8 mai 2008

Attachment fast?

So I knew that there was a reason why I went on a man fast. Life with men is just so complicated.

And this is when most people chime in and say, no life is only complicated if you make it complicated.

Well I call that bullshit, I can sit back and relax and my life would still be complicated. Whatever.

Texter update time!

And I really can't make this mess up, I should have posted this yesterday when it happened.

Texter has always been in my science classes because he has minors in biology and chemistry (like me), and his major is Secondary Education, and he wants to teach high school science. Now he's not from around here, but I am (obviously, and unfortunately), and to top it all off, my mum is the science coordinator and head of the science department for the middle school and high schools in our local public school district.

You will never guess where Texter started his pre-internship yesterday.

Thats right, at my old high school, where my brother currently goes to school, and my mother is one of his bosses.

Shut up. I still can't believe it!

We haven't spoken in 4 months and now he's back. And everywhere.

And now, for Boom Boom. I was considering calling him Bartender, but I feel like Boom Boom is more fun. Boom Boom used to bartend in the Boom Boom Room in Windsor Canada, hence the name Boom Boom. He's in the a cappella group that the roomie and I joined, and he's one of iGuy's best friends. Lordy.
I have absolutely no attraction towards him, he's just a nice, sweet, funny guy. And of course, he wants me. Sigh. Why? I have no feelings for him. Why is it so hard for me to find a guy that I want and who wants me back?

So he got my number off of Stalkbook (aka Facebook), and he started texting me last night while I was out to dinner and on my way to the movies with E.

It's my new theory that texting could be the downfall of relationships. What happened to good old fashioned calling and talking? Even though I do love me some texting. Hmmm...

So anywho, it continued when I got home from the movies, all the way to him calling me dearie and wishing me goodnight and sweet dreams.

I think my IQ drops a few points every time he calls me dearie, I swear to goodness.

Then of course I got the text this morning at 10h30 while I was in lecture asking how I slept and how my day was going so far.

Ugh. And yes, we are still texting right now. I really need to learn how to stop.

Wherever this is going it should be interesting. To say the least.

And in yet another boy news, S and I still have yet to hang out since he's been back from Cali, and he's going out of town again this weekend. Bummer. We also haven't been talking as much as we did before he left, but that's really because of our schedules just not matching up at all.

E and I talked about it and she said a lot of their friendship has to do with her making the first move or effort to talk or hang out. Which is odd when I thought about it because he and I never had that issue. But then again, he was always the one to initiate our conversations or us hanging out most of the time. So maybe it's just my turn. We'll see. That is if our schedules ever match up so that we're home or around at the same time.


So the roomie and I decided that instead of man fasting, we're just going to do an attachment fast. There is to be no emotional attachment to be had. I think that's the best plan. Texting, spooning, talking, and anything along those physical lines is allowed, just no emotional chow chow allowed.

Sounds like a game plan. Hopefully it'll work.
We also decided that none of the guys in my life are allowed to meet each other. Check.

Also, if you have not seen Forgetting Sarah Marshal, go see it right now! It is constantly funny and I don't think I've laughed that hard in a movie in I don't know how long!
I just got called "sweetie" in a text...not as bad as "dearie" but my IQ did drop a few. And right before lab. Sheesh.

mardi 6 mai 2008

EEEE! Excitement!

EEEEEEEEEE I'm so excited!

So apparently, according to Will, the Oprah episode on the Sex and the City movie got leaked and it's on Youtube right now! You know I already watched the whole thing!

I have never been more excited about a movie in my life! Not even when RENT came out and I made it back to the States from Paris two days before it was pulled out of theaters in my city!

You know you want the links and to watch it.

It's divided into six parts, so you can watch the first one HERE and then the links to the other parts are listed with it.

Oh and in case you didn't know, the movie comes out on my birthday! It's perfect! And only 24 more days to go!

In other news, you will never believe who is in my physics class this summer.


I shit you not. I couldn't make this up if I tried.

Not only that, but we haven't spoken in 4 months since all of the drama. And he texted me today.

Bloody hell. I'll find out on Thursday if he's in my lab.

It's strange, but I almost feel the desire to be friends with him again. I know I know, bad bad BAD idea.

But, maybe not?

dimanche 4 mai 2008


I so wish I had a camera on me when this moment happened.

Not that I would even want to stop the moment, but God his face was priceless.

So this afternoon it was beautiful out so my roomie and I decided to walk to go get ice cream. Save on gas and burn calories while doing it. It's maybe a mile each way, tops.

So on our way back we stop on Will's campus since it's right there to eat, and it's beautiful and I know a fun spot that not too many people outside of his campus know about. So we eat, have fun. They were doing "spring fling" on the quad, we just kind of wandered and I looked around to see if I knew anyone. And of course I joke about running into Will's ex.

"I had often fantasized about running into my ex and his wife. But in those fantasies, I was running over them with a truck."

Thank you Sex and the City.

This is his ex, that put him through hell and back, multiple times, for two years. The guy who is gay, who won't come out, and is attached at the hip to his bitch best friend. May they both burn in hell for treating Will the way they did.

And well needless to say over the years I have managed to put the fear of God into this boy.

And I ran into him on their campus today.

Oh God was it fantastic.

We were just walking on our way home up a street, and I look over and who is sitting there but the two of them. And you know how you do the double take and then stare for a bit with the confused look on your face when you're trying to place how you know someone. Well we both did that. And then it hit me. And then it hit him.

And his jaw dropped.

I wish I could have captured that moment of realization on film.

It just made my whole day.

samedi 3 mai 2008

Oh and how much did I love this scene?

Did anyone else love it on Grey's Anatomy last night when Callie asked Meredith and Christina if they have ever been mistaken for a couple?

Callie: Did anyone ever think you two were a couple?
Meredith: No because we screw boys like whores on tequila.
Cristina: And then we either try to marry them or drown ourselves.

E could this be us? Or do I just relate way too much to this for my own good.

I'm so unbelievably happy that this show is back on with new episodes!

vendredi 2 mai 2008

I won!

I have officially won my first court case!

Woo hoo!

Finally, thank you goodness.

My former step-brother actually showed to! My face must have been priceless when he walked in the door. He had yet to show up to any of our previous 3 court dates. So the fact that he showed up to this last one is just baffling. He said that his mum and sister (my old step-mum and step-sister, we're all still pretty close) had been giving him a lot of shit for doing this all to me and not taking responsibility and such. Thank God they have some sense too. So he showed, said he would do whatever we wanted. So we went to trial, he testified, and we won!

Then I went to my dad's grave, and the cunt with no soul had been there. I know this because there was a wreath of flowers with a ribbon in the middle that said "dad". She has three kids, two daughters and one son. I don't hold anything against them, they can't help that they're mother is psychotic. And they're kids. You can't hold grudges against kids. But still. It kills me that they call him "daddy" and she's still keeping this mess up. I put two white roses by his grave (I always do two roses, one for me and one for my brother), and I was on my way back home again.

Will asked me to help him find a gift for his sister. He asked for my girl opinion. He sent me to Tiffany's website to go to town and pick out something for her since we have similar taste.

Why do I have a sneaky feeling that he's looking for something for my birthday? He was complaining the other day that he doesn't know what to get me.

The necklace at the top is my favorite. It's zoomed in so you can't see the whole thing, but hanging down is a pearl pendant. If you want to look at it go to Tiffany's website HERE.

If Will got me Tiffany's for my birthday I would have a stroke, and I would kill him. Granted I did buy him the Armani necklace he wanted for Christmas, but even so, that besides the point. He's done so much for me this last year, and just forever, so he earned something.

I would also really love a pair of Chanel earrings. The classic. I think every girl should have some.

Who has a spooning date?

Wow, time for an actual update!

Thanks for all the congrats on passing my Calc class, I'm so geeked about that you have no idea! And I also passed Anatomy and Orgo despite the raping that was our final. It was definitely my worst semester grade wise, but it was also a semester from hell for me, so I'm just glad I survived it. I can't believe I have to start back up with class on Monday.

That's right, I'm taking summer classes. Well, just 2 actually. Physics both of our summer sessions here. Blah.

And the store I work at has me working 31 hours next week on top of class and lab. Holy hell. Can we say Mafia will have no life? I think we can. That's what happens when prom and graduation season starts up. It's our busiest time of the year. My hands hate me. Between the past 3 days at work I have imprinted (by hand each one mind you with a little imprinting machine) over 45 packages of napkins and blown with a hand pump over a thousand 5" pearlized balloons (and those balloons were just today). I know that doesn't mean much to people, E and Snookie will appreciate it since they used to work with me, but needless to say my hands basically hate me right now.

So finals week came and went. I went shopping and bought 2 new dresses. One was black and white and gorgeous and I wore it to the banquet on Saturday, and the other is hot pink and I plan on wearing that on my birthday. Oh so fitting.

So now for the banquet that was the shit show of my weekend. For a refresher on what the banquet was see THIS post. Basically my dad was being awarded the lifetime achievement award, and my brother and I were asked to accept it at a banquet. I looked absolutely fabulous, which was helping with the all around awkward situation.

So I suppose I should take a few steps back and give a back story to the cunt who can burn in hell, AKA my dad's fiance before he died. This woman will haunt me until the day I die. To make a long story short, she's insane, was a possible con-artist (shit you not, the woman had moved some odd 30 times and had at least 5 different identities). This bitch was suing me within a week of me burying my dad, she also changed her and her 3 children's last name to our last name, stole things from him, payed for his funeral with his own business state credit card, put incorrect information out in his obituary, and has basically made my life a living hell. Oh and PS, she had a new boyfriend within 2 months of him dying. In a nutshell. Which is why she'll be called the cunt with no soul who will burn in hell. Harsh words, but so deserving.

She is also an EMT, so the odds of her being at this banquet are pretty high. Whatever, as Will said and I did not follow his advice, is I'll just have to mentally prepare myself for that. So we get there, people ask to take our picture, we're getting tons of looks because my uncle was also there and he looks JUST like my dad it even still scares me sometimes. Everything is fine and dandy, we shake a few hands, talk to people, eat. And then it comes to be time to accept the award that no one knew was coming. So the woman who is president of the EMS Expo gets up and starts talking, and she starts crying because she was friends with my dad, this other guy gets up there and starts talking, and he starts crying. I start crying, the whole room of hundreds of EMT's start crying, a mess basically. So she says "Pauls's (my dads actual name) children are here, and I'm going to call them up, but I'd like to show you all this video that was put together first."

So this powerpoint presentation comes up with some cheese-tastic music playing. And it's saying words like, loyal, caring, loving, dedicated. And then it gets fishy when it starts to say, daddy, husband, partner....

I swear to God I thought I was going to have a panic attack. Because then it happened.

Her "name" came up. Honoring my dad, with his middle name spelled wrong of course, made in loving memory by Tammy (cunts real name too) ______(my last name).

I damn near fell out of my chair. My mum grabbed my leg so hard.

The audacity.

And then came up pictures of her and him. And her children. There was one picture with my little brother and her kids. Nowhere was I mentioned. Not that I wanted to be, this was about him and his life and his work. But damn. Put her kids in there and not me? WTF? Seriously.

So I started balling my eyes out. I couldn't even tell you what half of the presentation was. I was too busy trying to not completely fall apart because I had to go up on stage and smile and accept this award like nothing was wrong.

I don't think I have ever wanted to get out of a room so quickly in my life.

So basically I spent the rest of the night crying. It was a blast let me tell you what.

Whatever, just not thinking about it any more.

And then I slept a whopping 3 hours that night tops. I just couldn't sleep, and when I finally fell asleep my gay boyfriend called me when he got done bartending at 3am to see how I was. Then S texted me at 2am his time (he was in Cali at the time), which meant it was 5am my time. Sheesh. Apparently I'm not allowed to sleep. We texted for about an hour, and at about 3 am his time (6am my time, the birds were definitely up and chirping) he sent me this text:

S: Why are you still up?

Me: I couldn't sleep. And this drunk keeps texting me. Why are you still up, isn't it past your bedtime?

S: Time change.

Me: It still makes it 3am there.

S: Yeah but this sober chick keeps texting me.

Yep, I definitely said goodnight and ending our texting banter after that.

So yes, S is back in town. He got back in at about 11pm on Monday night. We haven't had the chance to hang out yet since he's been back, oh well it'll happen eventually.

E don't get any ideas. I know you're reading this and have all sorts of crazy things running through your head. Speak to him and I'll kill you. With love of course.

My birthday is in 29 days! How excited am I? And you know that means that's when the Sex and the City movie comes out! So E and Will and I have started to semi plan out the big weekend event that is my birthday. Basics include drinking with my mum, dinner with friends, and then out for two heavy nights of drinking at the bars. I'm so unbelievably excited you don't even know.

But get this shitty thing. I was talking to Will about the plans, small dinner with close friends. I say it'll probably be him, and E, me, S, the roomie, and then maybe another girlfriend, or maybe Will's boyfriend. We'll see. And Will is just like, "I'm not coming if S is going to be there. You have to decide which of us you want to be there."

What. The. Fuck.

Really? Will really? Are you going there? Because you know I'll have to choose the best friend. But I made the executive decision that it's my birthday, I will have whomever I want to be there, and Will will just have to put up with S being there. Especially since I already told S he was invited, which is just kinda something we both assumed.

I don't know why Will doesn't like him. I'll just have to tell S to make nice with him or something. Will has absolutely no reason not to be friends with S. Who knows. Once again E, should you see this, you are not allowed to bring anything up in this blog to the boys, you know the deal :)

So that's my plan. Plus my birthday is still a month away, lots could change in that time.

I have to go to court again tomorrow. Boo. I am so not looking forward to that. Especially since Will can't come with me this time since he has a midterm (he goes to a different school than I do). Ugh. I'm so in denial about having to go. Even though I have to be up bright and early to be on the road. God I'm so sick of this estate mess.

Oh and lastly to the title of my post. I'm sure E will appreciate it. So the roomie and I ended up going to the acappella group that I talked about in THIS post. It was an absolute blast, you have no idea. Everyone is amazing, we all just clicked, the voices blended, our personalities meshed. Amazing basically.

So the guy that founded the group is a really cool guy. Funny, nice, and E and I thought a bit of a creeper at first. Hmm, he needs a nickname. iGuy. Because he has an iPhone and is FOREVER on it all the time, and the name Texter was already taken. So iGuy is always texting me and the roomie about rehearsals and just mess in general, and this was before we even met him. Mind you he tried to do this to me during finals week, but I just ignored him, so no issues. But one day he was texting me and I was at work and couldn't text back. And he does this annoying thing if you don't respond to him right away.


Seriously, he'll text "ahem" as if he's clearing his throat. Drives me INSANE. So anywho, E and I are out shopping and then out to dinner and he texts me again. Sheesh. So I just end up telling him I have a boyfriend (E's idea by the way, I was pondering saying that anyways, but of course I love her encouragement). So I say "Sorry I can't talk, I'm out with the bf"

That shut him up real quick.

So we go to the rehearsal, and then go out to dinner with the group. It's an amazing time. He's no longer too creeper with the texting, he's redeemed himself. So fast forward to Tuesday night. He's talking to my roomie online after we watched 27 Dresses and it put her in quite the romantic mood and wanting to spoon and what not. So they talk and he suggests a cuddle date.


So the roomie and I and iGuy and one of his friends from the group all went out to dinner last night, and then iGuy came back to our house with his pajamas and all (like they had talked about), and they curled up in her bed at 12h30 in the morning to watch Harry Potter and spoon. And he's back tonight too. They're in there right now watching Star Wars. Yes they are dorks. No offense to any other dorks out there. I'm a dork, but in the science or music kind of way. Not the dorky kind of dork. You know what I mean. And they're just spooning.

My roomie doesn't have a fuck buddy, she has a spoon buddy.

Hmmm...I see this going somewhere between the two of them.

Alright I think thats all. Holy hell I'm sorry that was a long post, this is why I shouldn't go this long with out updating. I'll be sure to let you all know how it goes in court tomorrow. The goal is to not to be thrown in jail for contempt of court for telling off the judge. People start pooling your bail money now.

And guess what comes out on DVD on Tuesday...

mardi 29 avril 2008



I think this calls for a bottle of wine in celebration!

And I bought "27 Dresses" on DVD today! So watching that with the roomie tonight.

And I swear there will be a real update later. Right now I definitely have a few bottles of opened wine calling my name.

mercredi 23 avril 2008

Mental break

I'm taking a mental break from the studying for a few minutes. Because, well, to be honest, I don't know how much more information I can get into my head after the brutal mental raping that was my orgo final. Don't ask. Hell on earth. Actually, hell would have been nice compared to that exam. I'm still sore from the ass kicking it gave me. Eish.

According to my gay boyfriend (not to be confused with Will, my gay husband), I have the same figure as Mariah Carey (I look nothing like her in any way shape or form in my opinion). I think he's out of his damn mind. But basically he thinks that I need to be her for Halloween this year. And yes he realizes that Halloween is months and months away. He also thinks that I should wear the dress she wore in Glitter. There is a snowballs chance in hell of this happening.

My step-dad is out of town at a conference and he is near one of the best malls in the state, or even in the surrounding states for that matter. I'm so jealous. He didn't realize how amazing it was though of course because of his middle-aged male status. He asked me one day when he found out where they were going

Step-dad: So the women I'm going to this conference with are pretty excited because we're going to be right near ______. Have you heard of it?

Me: WHAT?! Of course I've heard of it! Oh my God!

So he texted me tonight to let me know they were within walking distance and it was maybe 50 yards away. I told him he HAS to go check it out.

Can we tell I'm a shopaholic?

I want him to go to the J.Crew store there and get me this dress

Or this one

Or the one I really wanted for the banquet on Saturday

Love the man to death, but even in J.Crew with these pictures in hand I don't think I would trust him to buy me a dress.

Oh well because I get to go shopping with E on Friday! Thank goodness, I need some major retail therapy, especially after this week.

All I can think about is going to the beach. It has been so beautiful here and I've been cooped up inside cramming and studying my booty off. I have Monday and Tuesday off next week, so I'm thinking a trip to the beach is definitely in order.

Alright, mental break over. Time to get back to cramming anatomy.

mardi 22 avril 2008

I've got skill...or something like that

I just realized that I cooked and ate my first meal since Sunday....maybe. It could also be Saturday night when I went out with the girls.

My ability to live off of coffee and various lattes is obscene. I should really be studied.

Or put in rehab. One of the two.

2 classes 2 labs down, 2 classes to go

I officially survived my calc final. Phew. And it didn't go horribly. I'm praying I pass.

I got a shit ton of errands done this morning. Check. I even ate my first meal in like 2 days. Winner.

I'm officially done with Psych, Calc, Anatomy lab, and Orgo lab.

I just have to survive my Orgo final tomorrow (See above for one of probably 100 reactions I have to know...eish) and then my Anatomy final on Thursday.

Annnnnnnnnnd break!

lundi 21 avril 2008

Panic time

T-minus 3 hours until my calc final.

Yes, I am beginning to stress/panic.

My roomie today came in my room and said:

"You might want to eat something solid and hold off before your next pot of coffee. And a shower sometime would probably be good too. Don't worry, I already told people you're going to be MIA the next few days."

God I hate finals.

And my lawyer wanted me to meet with him today. People want more money from me. Go figure.

Oh stress.

Oh, and I had a dream last night I was getting married. Scary.

samedi 19 avril 2008

"What? The butt?"

I have had such a crazy busy day and an amazing night. Basically.

I went out to dinner with some of my psych girls. J has the morals of the group, we nick-named M the man of us, L the old married woman, and me, well of course I'm the mistress.

Makes sense right?

We are Sex and the City in a nutshell. We are always the loudest and just most obscene, and probably the most entertaining people in any restaurant we set foot in. People never cease to gawk and look and we always manage to turn heads, both because of what we look like, and of how we act/what crazy things we say.

And of course this night was no different. Now we only get the chance to go out as our foursome every once in a while, so we always have to catch up, tell stories, re-live moments, so everything imaginable comes up in conversation. I love it. I can't even begin to explain how much I love these girls.

At one point in the night, there is a table across from our booth, and they are being served by this hot waiter. He happens to have his back facing us right near our table, so the only logical thing is to check out his very lovely booty. So I do it, I see L do it, and she see's me so we start laughing. M see's J do it, so they laugh, and so we all know that we all did the same thing. Except J, bless her little ministers daughters heart, didn't catch on that we were all laughing about staring at his ass. So she goes, "What?! The butt??" as loud as can be just as he's walking by our booth. Priceless.

Not only this, but we have this adorably cute waiter, in that hot but attainable way. So its four girls all dolled up for a Saturday night, so of course he is going to flirt. The man wants a good tip doesn't he?? But J is convinced that he is just ogling (her word) me and that I should leave my number. Mind you they all know about S, but they are convinced that this guy has to have my number. So after many an awkward conversation and laughter that this poor guy has endured from us, we leave him an A-MAZ-ING tip, and get ready to leave. But of course, M grabs her bill that she left, her pen, and leaves him my number with this note:

"(My number at the top) Call _____(my name), the hot blond in the corner with the red necklace..."

And then I didn't catch the rest, which worries me, because well, M is insane. So we shall see if I get a random call from a guy in the next day or two.

Oh and his name is the same as one of my ex's. Can we say a bit awkward? I think we can.

So of course I tell will about this and he is not so excited, maybe you just had to be there.

I think he was just bummed that I didn't want to go out to a house party with him and his roommates. For one, house party? No. Two, a house party by kids at his school? No. Thirdly, I spent 4 hours this morning/afternoon doing calc, and then worked for 5 hours, and then went out and I have finals this week and I'm HELLA stressed? No. I'm just beat. The stress is starting to get to me, I can feel it.

This girls night was my last fun night before I start studying non-stop until Thursday at 12h15 when I will officially be done. THANK GOD. I am going to be consuming an obscene amount of coffee in the next few days.

Oh and I'm also trying to figure out what dress to wear to the banquet I'm going to to accept the Lifetime Achievement Award in honour of my dad next weekend. So of course I need a new dress. And shoes. And accessories. My roomie was like "Don't you think you already have something you could wear? Or shoes at least." My response? "Do you even have to ask that?"

So I need votes. I'm thinking this might be the one

But I'd really love this one:

But definitely not appropriate for the occasion. Oh well, maybe next time. So thoughts? Or suggestions for other dresses you've seen and loved? I have a week and I have to look BEYOND fabulous for this event.

Well I'm thinking its time for me to pass out in front of the TV for a few and then call it an early night. I cannot wait to sleep in tomorrow, you have NO idea!

vendredi 18 avril 2008

Testing 1, 2, 3

In 9 days the roomie and I will be rocking out together once again.


We're joining a local vocal acapella group. I guess they do classical, jazz, musical theater, the works. I'm pretty geeked not gonna lie. I haven't performed with a group since I was in Paris.

Oh and PS, I've been known to sing a tune or two. I'm a bit rusty, but I can work on that one.

And I am officially done with classes for the semester. THANK YOU GOD. I really didn't think that I would see the day. Now just a calc review session tomorrow and 3 finals and I'll be good to go.

I say that like those are going to be easy things to survive.

"Are we muting? Because we're creepers? Should we turn out the lights too. I wish we could turn up their volume."

God we are such nosy neighbors.

Oh and PS, I think I might miss him. Bloody hell.

I'm not going completely insane

So I'm not going completely insane! Thank God, I thought maybe the stress was getting to me.

We had an earthquake last night! At about 5h30 in the morning. Ok, we didn't have one, but there was a big one about 350 miles away from us. Now this usually doesn't happen here....At all. So when I woke up feeling like my bed was shaking I thought I was loosing my damn mind. I've been through earthquakes before in Cali, so I know what they feel like, but I was convinced in my head that there is no way we could feel one where I am.

So obviously, after being woken up at 5h30 in the morning to a shaking bed I thought I had finally snapped. Luckily I heard them talking about it on the radio this morning.

Phew, no need to lock me up in the loony bin yet!

Off to my last day of classes!

jeudi 17 avril 2008

Sleep would be amazing right now

God what I would give to be in a big fluffy bed like this right now.

Gotta love the end of the semester.

Seriously, I can't believe that I've made it through this semester. I have two more lectures tomorrow and then I just have to survive finals. I say just like this will be an easy thing. Shoot me now and get it over with please.

I was ready for bed at 10 tonight, that should be a sign that I should call it an early night. Yep, I think that's gonna happen.

It was soooo beautiful here today! 70 and sunny! Spring is finally officially here, thank goodness! I love being able to drive with my windows down just blasting my music. I think it'll be time to hit the beach soon. That reminds me, I need a new bathing suit.

"I'm a doctor. And I'm single. Project Runway is all I have!"

Wow, that's so going to be me in 10 years. Thank you ER.

So now, just out of curiosity, with absolutely no basis or anything

"Speaking as a completely third party objective with absolutely no personal interest in the matter..."

Thank you "She's the Man" for that. Kudos to anyone who caught that reference before I said what it was.

Why do people feel the need to put labels on things? Like relationships for that matter. I think that if two people are having fun why ruin it with a label? I've never been one for labels. I'm not a fan. Just throwing the issue out there.

I'm watching "Will and Grace" with the roomie. Will's dad just died. It's been 9 months since my dad died today.

I need to go shopping. Ah retail therapy.

dimanche 13 avril 2008

My "surprise"

So I realized I never updated everyone with my surprise at work from S. Probably because there wasn't one. When I talked to him later on that night I managed to pry it out of him. He was just going to bring back my jumper cables that he borrowed from me a good two weeks ago now when his car died. And of course I'd get to see him, which he thought was a great gift in and of it's self. Hahaha oh boys.

Sorry for the lack of updates this week. Life has been crazy between classes and house sitting and going back and forth. Thank goodness that's all over. I am officially moved all back into my house. Yay! Thank goodness. It felt so good to sleep in my own bed last night, even if it was only for a few hours. I really need to learn how to get a good nights sleep again.

Such a good weekend though, party at Will's for two of his friends birthday, out for dinner and drinks last night for E's birthday. All around a good time.

I'll update more later, but for now it's time to start making anatomy flashcards since I've put that off all weekend!

dimanche 6 avril 2008

Ruh roh

I'm fairly positive I'm going to fail calc. Damn. God if you're up there, just give me a C, please?


vendredi 4 avril 2008

How do they do it?

How can guys have such a hold on us? My man fast is not going well at all. S just called me, he was being driven from one bar to another, and he wanted to call me.

Ah the joys of drunk dials.

It was interesting to say the least. In his drunken state he did manage to ask me how the house sitting is going and he asked if I was lonely, yada yada. He asked if I was going to be up for awhile, all that fun stuff. I told him I would so he said he would call me and he might come keep me company. But of course I informed him that I have to be to work at 9h30 in the morning.

Which is when the conversation got a bit interesting. He told me that there just might be a surprise for me at work at some point tomorrow. WHAT?! I'm going to not read into it, but what??? Seriously? And then he said that he was sorry he had been, God how did he word it? "I'm sorry I've been standing you off a bit this week, I'm sorry I shouldn't be a jerk, I promise I won't be anymore. "

Color me confused?

And my possible (meaning I won't get my hopes up) surprise at work? I probably should have told him that I was going on a job for part of the time I have to work.

And the best part of the Pride and Prejudice is on right now. Elizabeth and Mr. Darcy are in the fields.


Oh Mr. Darcy...

Oh how I would love to have a Mr. Darcy

Yep, guess what is on TV right now :) Thank you Oxygen channel once again for amazing chick flicks on Friday nights.

So it's time for an actual update!

And yes I'm at home on a Friday night, but not technically, it's my old home. My family left for Florida this morning for their spring break and they left me here to house sit and to take care of our pups. And these pups are not so small and they have already managed to crawl over me. I have the feeling that I'm going to smell like dogs and be covered in their fur all this week. Oh well such is life with dogs.

So where to begin with this week. It has been insane. I had 3 exams, Anatomy on Monday and Orgo and Calc on Wednesday. Plus labs and other lectures of course. This tends to happen at least 3 or 4 times a semester, when I just have a week full of exams. But the good news is, I ROCKED. I got an A on my Anatomy exam and a B on my Orgo exam. This is HUGE for me. These classes were kicking my ass. Well they still probably are, but now there's hope! Calc hoed my life though. Oh man. Here for you, describing my calc exam when I got done with it, is the text, verbatim, what I sent to Will:

"OMG that calc exam was like being raped by a creeper with AIDS with a 12 inch dildo and no lube while being forced to listen to nails on a chalk board...dear God"

Basically. I definitely got a message back saying "Hahaha funniest text ever!"

So that class is iffy at this point. I'm hoping my prof will humor me and pass me. I just need a C. Common, math is not my forte, just do this for me!

I so with I had my camera with me right now, my baby girl, our girl dog, Sabrina (I hate that name, I call her Beaners, after the coffee shop) is sitting on the ottoman next to me, with her legs crossed, it is the cutest thing ever. And now of course she is licking my hands as I'm attempting to type. Not an easy thing to do.

What else, I feel like there was so much more to say before. The Boy Formally and I are definitely on the friend track, and I'm ok with that. We're definitely not each others type. At least I don't think I'm his type. I think it's good for me to have guy friends that are straight.

So we shall see how this all will go. My life is quite interesting. God my phone just started ringed "Let's Hear it for the Boys" ringer for my gay boyfriend (not to be confused with my gay husband, Will), which of course managed to wake up both of the dogs. Great. His voice mail

"The reason why you're not answering your phone better be because you are getting fucked harder than you have ever been fucked in your life by S. I'm going to (insert local gay bar name here) and I was hoping that you would go out with me."

Hmmm to go to the gay bar or no. I really should. I'll give him a call when I finish this up.

So I ordered 3 movies on DVD online the other day. I love the new and used DVD selections on, it makes it so much easier to get great DVD's. So guess what I got? One of the best female movies ever!

Iron Jawed Angels.

If you have not seen this you need to go rent it, or better yet go out there and buy it! I first saw this in my Women's Studies class last year. It's an HBO movie staring Hilary Swank, Anjelica Huston, Frances O'Connor, Patrick Dempsey, and about a million other amazing actresses and actors. It is all about the Women's Suffrage Movement, and getting the right to vote for women. Hilary Swank plays the role of Alice Paul, and she is incredible. I really do think that this movie should be a requirement for all women, and men for that matter, to see. It is so inspirational, I always feel like getting out there and fighting for a cause. God what I would give to have lived in that time and fought for what they fought for. Girls and women these days don't know how hard it was for women, and that it was not until recently that we even had the basic rights such as the right to vote, the right to birth control, and the rights over our own bodies. All of these things came about within the past 100 years, and there is still so much more to fight for. That's right people, I am definitely a full blown feminist here. Watch out!

So seriously, watch that movie. It is on my list of must see's, and one of my favorites of all time.

Well this has been quite the post, and did I really get much out? I like to think so. So now lets see what this Friday night might bring....

Best postcard EVER

I definitely just got this postcard in the mail from Snookie today. BEST postcard EVER.

Not only for the lovely pictures on the front, but for what she said too. So she wrote me a little something, and then on the side she had this little caption:

"Since last I knew you were man fasting. I thought a bit of dick would brighten your day! :)"

God I love her and miss her so much!

Real updating post to come later when I start house sitting!

mardi 1 avril 2008


My man fasting skills suck. I really need to work on that.

Sigh. It's been such a long day. I feel bad for not posting a real post.

I got served this weekend. And not in the cool dance off kind of way, but in the lame legal kind of way. So I had a good hour long meeting with two of my lawyers this evening. They are pretty fantastic if I do say so myself. I am really waiting for the day though when I'm in the lab and the police just bust in and arrest me for God knows what. Will assures me that this is not how the system works, but hey, this is my life we're talking about.

I had an anatomy exam this morning. I have an orgo and a calc exam on Wednesday. Blah. I'm not sleeping tomorrow night.

I did get to hang out with some of my girls (and Will of course) this weekend which was fun.

S and I continue our interesting conversations, always a fun time. He really is a great guy. It's just confusing sometimes. Je sais pas. I'm a magnet for unavailable men. Go figure.

I am way too sleepy to think about anything else.

"Fairytale" by Sara Bareilles is my life theme song right now.

I promise a real update in the near future!

vendredi 28 mars 2008

I'm such a dork

Dude. My mum met this guy today. And if you don't know who that is, shame on you.

It's Bill Nye the Science Guy!

And yes I realize that I'm a huge dork and nerd for thinking this is cool, but common! It's Bill Nye! I grew up watching this guy! She met him this morning while she's been at this science conference in Boston. And of course she texted me right afterwords to let me know. I'm so jealous.

In other news, S and I have had some interesting conversations this week.

Oh boys.

jeudi 27 mars 2008


I'm having a very single girl lonely night.

I hate nights like these.

Charlotte: The thing is, there are some things people don't admit because they just don't like the way it sounds. Like, I'm getting a divorce.
Carrie: I'm lonely. I am. The loneliness is palpable.

I live for great music

How much am I loving Sara Bareilles album right now?

A whole lot, seriously, I've had it on repeat all this evening. I LOVE IT.

If you don't have it download it now.

Perfect soundtrack for my evening.

Rainy Days

I blame the weather for my lack of productivity today. Can I do that? I think I just did.

When I lived in Paris I was used to the rain. Sure every now and then you'd like to curl up and read a good magazine (not my orgo book) and just lounge around all day, but in Paris it just rained all the time in the winter. You just got used to it. Not any more though, you can tell I've been in the snow for way too long.

So here I am blogging instead of studying Anatomy. Today however I did take a psychology exam (Abnormal Child Psych, fun stuff right there, and I'm actually not being sarcastic this time, I love it), spent some quality time with my little brother (which is good, our mum is in Boston right now on work, so it's nice to spend time with him, and it's probably good for him too). So we watched "She's the Man" and just talked and had lunch and such. I can't believe he's 16 and driving. I remember myself and my friends at that age and it scares me. He's a good kid though. I've also done dishes, and read all of my orgo (even ahead of schedule, this NEVER happens). So now what I should do is work on Calc (my prof ho-ed my life last night in class, sheesh, I hate calc with a passion), and study Anatomy. But I don't wanna.

Yes, I am a grown (ish) woman, and I just said I don't wanna.

What I do want to do is just curl up on the couch and watch a movie and spoon with a guy. I wonder what S is doing...

I really am having those Sex and the City moments, when Carrie is just like "I need to feel the weight of a man on top of me" That would be amazing right now. You have no idea. Any takers? I'll be the big spoon or the little spoon, doesn't matter to me at this point.

Sigh, it looks like our rain is slowly trying to change over to snow.

mardi 25 mars 2008

Is there such as thing...

...As harmless sexual flirtation?

My opinion, yes.

But then again, apparently I'm wrong, and sexual flirtation can't be harmless. At least not to guys.

Am I sensing a double standard here? I think so.

Apparently when the flirtation crosses over from normal to sexual, the harmlessness goes away. If I say things to a guy, it's leading him on. If a guy were to do the same thing to a woman, he would be said to be suave and sexy, and the fact that he is also leading her on never comes into play.

Why is there still this double standard that women are supposed to be prim and proper, and the only time they're allowed to be sexual is in the privacy of her own bedroom (or whomever room she happens to be in), and should she be sexual, or heaven forbid, act like a man, she's dubbed a whore?

Am I the only woman out there frustrated by this fact?

Why can't I flirt without the expectation that I'll put out?


lundi 24 mars 2008

The legal system is screwing with me

The legal system is officially screwing with me.

Ugh. I drove an hour and a half with Will, to Hicktown USA (actually we'll call it Hooterville, not because of the boobs, but that's what my mum always called it because it reminded her of a town called Hooterville on a tv show she used to watch). So we drove all the way to Hooterville, because that's where the court is, yet again, for nothing.


I get all dolled up and looking professional, and Will is there in all his glory, and then we meet with one of my lawyers. All is good. We're supposed to go into court at 3, he's briefing me on the questions he's going to ask me and what not (because I guess I'm going to "take the stands" which is really just like sitting in a chair at the front of the room in this little court house). All is well. Then My lawyer goes and meets with the other lawyer (I'll have to come up with nicknames for my former step-brother and his lawyer and what not), and the judge. He comes back to me and says again, that the other side wants to make a deal, and I say, again, that I don't want to make a deal, we are taking this all to court. So he goes back. The judge doesn't want this to go to court.

What. The. Hell.

The other lawyer and this judge are playing these small town politics trying to push my lawyer and I around. And to top it all off, the judge said we couldn't actually do what we wanted to do today. What? He said that's not what we were scheduled for. Excuse me, last I checked a hearing before a judge is a hearing before a judge, why should it matter what it's about?? Sheesh. Never mind that I drove an hour and a half here to sit and just say everything that I've already said. And by the way, the last 20 minutes of the drive are through nothing but cornfields.

I don't have a life or anything. I didn't miss an entire day of classes that I really couldn't afford to miss today to go down there. Will didn't give up a day of his spring break just to go sit in those uncomfortable orange chairs for no good reason.

Ugh. So they want to meet some other time. Of course. Go figure.

It is sooooo unbelievably frustrating you have nooooo idea.

So we did that, then went to our coffee shop (the one small decent coffee shop that is down there) and got coffee. But get this, they were out of chai! Who runs out of chai?? Then we went and got two roses and I went to my dad's grave and put them there (I always do two roses, one from me and one from my little brother). And then we made our long journey home. Except I do think that we made better time coming home than we did going down there.

In other news, the girl downstairs moved in. She seems odd. I have yet to meet her, but when I pulled into the driveway tonight she was outside smoking with a very odd looking guy with long hair. And as soon as I got into my parking spot, they got right into her jeep and drove away, not as quickly as possible, but creeping so that they could get good looks at me. So odd. This should be more than interesting, I'm not sure how I feel about her at this point. But I won't judge. Yet.

So now I'm off with Will to go get some yummy deep dish pizza (that I have been craving since my mum and I watched a show about pizza on the Food Network) and then at 10 the Hills premier is on! Don't judge, Snookie got me hooked.

And I just got an invite to go cuddle with S....and he's excited about the Hills, this could be a good night after all.

dimanche 23 mars 2008

Happy Easter!

Happy Easter all!

So am I the only one who feels like it is entirely waaay too early to be Easter? No? Ok, good.
I'm such a bad Catholic, I did not go to church this morning. Instead I rolled out of bed after being out with Will until about 4am and got ready for the day around 2pm, which involved throwing on some clothes and still rocking my make up and hair from last night. I made it work. I'm sure you couldn't even tell. At least I hope not.

So today was a trip and a half. First off, obviously, I come from a big Italian family. So typically at Easter we eat some sort of big pasta dinner and salad and greens and all sorts of good stuff. We stopped making homemade canolis because they take a good few days to make. Now I realize that this all seems odd to people, because apparently the normal thing to do is to make ham or something of the sorts for Easter? We've never done this. I hadn't even heard of it until my step-dad (who is not Italian) brought a ham to his first Easter dinner with us. I didn't get it and neither did the rest of my family. Especially my Nonna (grandmother). She asked if it would be ok to feed it to the dogs. Crazy, I know. So anywho, I was informed that this year we would be having turkey for Easter dinner. Who does that?? I was a bit upset. Well I got there and we had turkey and ham, and pasta. Phew, some sort of tradition stayed in tact.

I stopped by my mum's house (where she and my step-dad live, obviously, with my little brother), and started a load of laundry, and while my brother and I were watching TV we were informed that my step-dads parents were coming to dinner. Dear God. This NEVER goes well. I almost had a mini panic attack. Imagine in your head "My Big Fat Greek Wedding" and the guys parents and then the big Greek family.

So we all get there and manage to cram into my aunts small kitchen/dining room. And of course the first thing we do is start talking about the food, and what we normally do and what not. And most of this actually comes out in Italian (most of the Italian I know is about food as sad as that is. The only time my family would speak Italian around me would be in the kitchen or at the dinner table). So his poor parents just sat there, and finally his mum was like "Wow, I don't get to be around Italians that often." and my aunt was like "Well welcome!"

Oh man. And of course the dinner continued on from there, with lots of talking and bickering, because well that's what we do. About halfway through dinner I get a message from Will:

"Hi, it's me. Alcohol isn't even helping me at this point. I just wanted to see how you were holding up, happy Easter, and say hi to the family for me"

Will has always been a part of our family basically, so it was odd not having him at a family dinner. My aunt was like "Where is he?" and then of course my Nonna got upset "You told him he was invited didn't you? That should just go without saying, where is he??". I had to explain to them that he was with his actual family. My aunts response:

"Oh yeah, I keep forgetting he actually has his own family, he's just always with us."

Way to go auntie. Way to go.

So I manage to escape early. And I'm not entirely sure how, but I did pull it off. Then I went back to my mums house, did some more laundry (yes, I still go home to do laundry, it's free, gotta love it). Talked to Will on the phone for a bit. Then my mum came home. For Easter this year I got a card and a $50 gift card for gas (YES! My tank was totally on E), and then she said "I have another present for you. Close your eyes and hold out your left hand". So I do, and this is what happens. I get this:

And yes, that is my left hand (I have a ring that I always wear on my right hand), and those are real diamonds and real gold. Now I'm not the biggest fan of gold at all, and I'm not too sure about the style of the ring, but that's not the point. It's the ring that my dad gave my mum on their 5th anniversary and my mum wanted me to have it. It's a little tight, but I'll make it work. I thought it was so sweet of her to do that. I just love her so much.

So in other news, the man fast is going quite well. I have yet to have any form of communication from Plaid. Really? Are we going to be that childish? Oh well.

Texter invited me to a party he's hosting this Friday night. I'm so not going. That just spells disaster. And I've decided since I'm stalling from studying anatomy, I'll give the back story here.

Texter and I met through a mutual friend at her birthday dinner/drinks. We met, and immediately hit it off. We'll call our mutual friend, Bean (one of her nicknames). Bean was so excited, and she could tell that we would be great for each other. He bought me a drink, we sat, we talked, it was a blast. After a while he asked if he could have my phone number and if he could call me sometime. Of course I happily gave it to him, I still thought he was a good guy at this point. So eventually I say I need to go, I have an exam to study for. And he asked me which one, I responded with Orgo. "No way! With _____ (our profs name)??" It turned out we were in the same class. Now this is really easy to have happen, because the lecture was over 180 students, and so in a massive lecture hall it's easy not to know if someone is in your class or not. So I stay for a little bit longer, and eventually have to leave. By the time I got home we were already texting each other, and he said we should "study" some time. Now all of his texts had a very sexual undertone to them, and were very flirtatious. So this goes on for a while, and I keep shooting him down because I know he just wants sex. One night when we were on the phone, he said to me "I keep trying to get you to go out with me, and I just keep on running into this brick wall that you seem to have put up. I'm getting sick of trying and not getting anywhere, so when you're ready for a date, or just to talk let me know. It's your move now." Now this really hit me, because I do this with guys. I put up a wall and I never let them get to close. So I think, alright, I do like him, he's a great guy, I'll give him a shot. So we hang out more and more, I get to know his friends, he meets E, she likes him, everything is going great. One night he tells me that he just wants to be with me, and take me out, I just have to name it and it's done. I can tell him I want to go anywhere, do anything, and he'll be there. Adorable right? So the next week after that was Snookie's going away party. So he was headed off to the bar and I was going over to her place with Will for the party, and our game plan was to meet up after that. He told me to call him when I left, or he'd call me when they were leaving the bar, which ever came first. So he called me, and it worked out great because it was right when we were leaving. So I told him I have to drop off Will and then I'd be over. "Ok great, I can't wait to see you." So I drop Will off, and then I head over to Texters place and I gave him a call (like I said I would to let him know I was on my way) and he was like "Yeah, if you want to see me at my best I wouldn't come over right now." To which I said "It's alright, it's not like I haven't seen you drunk from the bar before or been with your friends." And then he dropped the bomb. "Yeah, but I kinda brought this woman home from the bar with me. She's a real cougar. So it's up to you." WHAT?? You have got to be kidding me right? So I go over there and I just sat in my car in the parking lot for a good 20 minutes. I just couldn't bring myself to go in there. I couldn't do it. I knew in my heart he was a jerk and I deserved better. So I head home.

Now that would be the end of the story, but I decide that we can still be friends, because he is a funny guy and just all around fun to be with. Until after our winter break, I meet up with a girlfriend for dinner, and she told me that she had talked to Bean, and apparently in a nutshell, Texter had told Bean's roommate that I had said things about her and had started all of this drama, I don't even remember the details at this point. I don't even hardly know Beans roommate. We went out for dinner and drinks for Bean's birthday (which is when we met) and the three of us hung out and watched Grey's one night together. I thought she was a great girl, I don't know why he would say that I said bad things about her. So she got upset and said that Bean should never speak to me again and that she never wanted to see me ever again. Holy mess. So at the end of the day, Texter and I have not spoken since the first week in January, and I intend to keep it that way. Jerk be gone.

So I'm having a fashion crisis. I have no idea what to wear to court tomorrow. That's right, I'm going to court. In a nutshell I'm suing my former non-step-brother (Lifetime movie here I come). It's a long story, but it ends with me driving an hour and a half away with Will to a little town where my dad used to live to go to court, yet again. E had to borrow back her suit blazer that I borrowed from her since she has an interview tomorrow. So what do you wear to court? Decisions decisions. Will was so cute, he was like "Sweetie, you could wear your scrubs and still look better than those people."

Now I have nothing against small town people, it's not like I'm from the biggest city in the world. But this town where my dad lived has 2 stop lights and the only road into the town is over 20 miles long filled with corn fields and soy bean fields. The drive there kills me. And these people rock their 80's track suits and camo gear around town. Gag me. Will and I stick out like sore thumbs there. It's actually almost amusing. I'll figure something out.

Wow this has been a long post. If you made it all the way through, kudos to you. I'm sure I had more to say, but I honestly can't remember. And I really should stop stalling and get some studying done and get things ready for court tomorrow. Fun stuff.

I hope everyone has had a great Easter!