Proof That Crime Doesn't Pay

Chiclit prof-lady is proving to be one of those "I am right. There is no other interpretation" people. I find it rather annoying. What can I say, when a character that is a grown man climbs a tree and imagines that there is another person in another tree and waves at him, realizing the other man is himself, I tend to think the character is insane and not merely self aware. I have quotes to back it up, I refuse to budge.

Had fun "studying" with Britt at Barnes and Noble. I know I had fun drawing pirates all over her papers. :) -"Arrr!"

Had a good workout and am now off to din-din.

Quote of the Moment

"TV-a clever contraction derived from the words Terrible Vaudeville...it is our latest medium-we call it a medium because nothing is well done."

~Goodman Ace, letter (to Groucho Marx, 1953).

If Only I Could Be Graded on the Number of DVDs I Watch

I haven't gotten a lot of work done this weekend. But I did finish watching all of CSI season 3. Then I watched Sex and the City season 6 part 2 pretty much in one sitting. I had hoped it would be better. I felt like they were trying to wrap everything up neatly instead of doing some of the characters justice.

Also, roomie and I were both very bored so we had a high quality conversation that lasted about 20-40 minutes or so. Then we both broke down and bought cherry vanilla ice cream (the only flavor that was in stock).

That was all yesterday. Today I was all about Harry Potter. LOOOOOOOOOOOOOONG movie. On the plus side, I did print over 150 pages this morning. So by the cost of my ink cartridges and paper use alone, I can feel productive.

I think I'm going to go off and do some reading. Who knows, I may even get super inspired and do some homework or something.

DVD Watching

Not much going on here. (Nice change from my dramatic week) I've been watching lots of DVDs...that's about it. I did actually do some homework today...but to do it I had to leave my DVD drive and hit the library. I went to a Writers Series talk...a requirement for adfic class. I felt it was really important that I go, what with it being the only reason I stayed at MSU this weekend. I could be at home right now, celebrating various birthdays!

Speaking of which....

Happy B-Day Anna!!!!!

Happy B-Day (tomorrow) Mom!!!!!!!

I'll ignore the fact that neither of them read my blog.

Any-hoo, I felt really bad, very few people showed up to the writers talk. If I had been the speaker, I would have been bummed out. Where's that tough skin I've been working on developing? Still non-existent.

I just got an e-mail to my aol account informing me that the University of Alabama has received all of my application materials for their law school. Hmmm. I can't say I remember applying, but it'll be a nice backup. I can learn to speak with a southern accent!!!! Ohhhhh.

More Upward Movement

Tonight I had to go to an English department meeting for my advanced fiction class. When I overheard adfic-prof man telling another student that my former screenwriting prof would be there, I gained the secondary need to go to the department meeting in the hopes that I could speak to former screenwriting man for a moment or two.

Imagine my surprise, when former screenwriting prof man entered the room and chose to sit next to me, when there were tens of empty chairs. We talked. I even mentioned new screeenwriting prof man AKA the jerk's less than wonderful take on my movie. Cool screenwriting prof said to ignore it. He thinks I should really consider screenwriting as a career and he recommended a fellowship that I'm going to look into. I'm not sure about the whole career thing, but I'm willing to see where it goes. I'm going to hopefully meet with him later in the year to talk more about sending my script out. The man gave me the encouragement just when I needed it. How cool is that?!

Don't get me wrong, I'd still be doing okay without former screenwriting prof's praise, it's just nice icing on the cake.

Life is a very crazy thing.

Another Upturn

Just got an e-mail from the coolest woman ever (AKA the person in charge of graduate admissions at a certain university). First of all, I'm uber-impressed that she e-mailed me back. I wasn't expecting that...thus I called her last Friday. Secondly, she said that all of my application material had been received. That's right, nice prof man sent in him letter of recommendation. Now all I can do is hope he also sent one to the rest of the universities.

I SO owe the coolest woman ever a lovely fruit basket...or something equally useless.

Encouragement

For the first time in a few days, I'm feeling pretty good. It's all because of good buddies, exercise and the Bible.

I went running (the first upturn came when there was no wait for the ellipticals), and I brought my copy of the Bible on CD. I pretty much listened to Philippians 3 straight through to 2 Thessalonians 3. It was very encouraging, particularly the line "We are not trying to please men, but God" (Thessalonians 2:4). I think I have a new motto.

Worst Day Part II

The odds are against me. Things weren't better today. There was just more pain. At least people have been being all comforting and caring. I appreciate that.

I feel like, in terms of my writing, I've been torn down. All the fluff is stripped away and all that remains is the core me. I think this is when I'm supposed to realize what I'm truly made of. Commit and get stronger with a thicker skin or run, hide and cry. I'm trying for the committing route. I'm going to keep working. But I'm also going to order a pizza (finances be poopied) and do some hard core slacking. And possibly go cry in the shower/have a hard core conversation with God.

Worst day of the year

According to a link on Jeffiner's blog, yesterday was the worst day of the year. (Click here for the actual article)

So, things can only go up from here, right?

Rant Continued

Wow. I am really angry about what my screenwriting prof had to say. I guess it wouldn't matter too much except for the fact that this man will be grading me all semester.

Maybe I'll stop caring about my grade in his class...be willing to take a lower grade. I'm not going to compromise something I'm really proud of (and that other people have really enjoyed...including my old screenwriting prof) for a professor who, thus far, has given me no reason to respect his views.

Ha.

There.

I'm a little better now.

The man's a jerk. There, I said it. *runs away*

Good VS Evil as presented by Screenwriting Profs

Pissy pissy mood, my friends. Clearly I need to stop being so grade/performance oriented, because I think I'm going to go through life being mad A LOT.

I don't think current screenwriting prof gets my vision. Let us leave it at that. And I was finally feeling really good about my work....

Man, tomorrow is a long day. The hits just keep coming.

Day was delightful up until 7 PM (when screenwriting began). This morning Britt and I chilled at Barnes and Noble. We're going to make it a biweekly event. I predict that Wednesday she will have to endure a rant about new screenwriting prof.

eaisnasoipasdnffvscic=excitement

Oh my goodness!!!!!!!!

Romeo and Juliet was AWE-SOME! In the future, I must always see a ballet from the front row because that is the place to be. We could hear the dancers talking. Juliet, at one point, yelled at the people carrying her. It was in Russian, but Britt and I are convinced she either said "Get your hand off that!" or "Don't drop me!"

At intermission I was all about the coffee. I'm feeling it now. I'm so not sleeping tonight. Also during the intermission, I became aware of the irony that the old man next to me was a smoker, but whenever the fog machine was on, he was annoyed by the smoke. Irony of ironies. Love the one that poisons you slowly. Hate the one that doesn't.

But back to the ballet. The guys that played Mercutio and Benvolio were hilarious! Especially when Mercutio dressed in drag and danced with Tybalt (who had a certain resemblance to Satan). Britt and I kept laughing at Merc's antics. The rest of the audience must have thought we were completely nuts. Then at the end, during the curtain call Merc and Ben totally saw Britt and I waving at them. Oh good times! Good times not easily forgotten.

Ballet Plans

Had very good workout. Was very energetic. Now am leaning towards taking a nap...and not doing work.

Spoke with Britt. She will for sure be driving us to the Ballet, so we agreed to dress impractically for the weather conditions. What fun.

Good Morning, Sunshine

I was so excited this morning. I was up really early (before 10). I was going to go running and get a good start to the day. I would type up a paper. Write a story. Find a way to help global warming on the massive scale so I don't have to deal with seemingly beautiful days where the temperature is actually -6*F (like right now). I ignored the fact that I was starting to feel a few cold symptoms, and changed into my gym clothes. I was really quiet-like, so as not to wake roomie.

Then I left. When I stepped outside the cold hit me hard. It was that kind of cold that takes your breath away when you first feel it. I pushed forward, trudging through the snow. I reached the gym. When the automatic doors didn't open, I suspected something was wrong. I looked at the hours of operation. The stupid gym doesn't open until 12. Bunch of lazy college students. I trudged my way back to the dorm, thinking about how pretty the blue sky was and how frozen ears wouldn't help me to fight off a cold.

So, now I sit here in my dorm. Still in my gym clothes. Ready to restart the trek across the street at 12 on the dot. I have not typed up any papers. And I most certainly haven't found any answers to global warming. All I have to show for my getting up early is this rather sad blog entry.

I is in-TeL-E-GeNt

Your Dominant Intelligence is Linguistic Intelligence

You are excellent with words and language. You explain yourself well. An elegant speaker, you can converse well with anyone on the fly. You are also good at remembering information and convicing someone of your point of view. A master of creative phrasing and unique words, you enjoy expanding your vocabulary. You would make a fantastic poet, journalist, writer, teacher, lawyer, politician, or translator.

What Kind of Intelligence Do You Have?

Hello from the Twilight Zone

I have become convinced that I am the only person left in East Lansing. I was supposed to have a study session with my friend Britt about 3 hours ago. She was a no show. I left a message 5 minutes after she was supposed to pick me up. She still hasn't called to explain. Then I took a nap. Now roomie has disappeared as well. When I woke up I assumed she was gym bound. 5 minutes ago, I realized her computer is gone. Will she ever return?

Speaking of the gym, I was VERY excited this morning. After hopping my way across the street (to avoid stepping in over a foot of snow I attempted to jump into the steps of a rather long-legged person who had walked before me), there was absolutely NO wait for the precious ellipticals!!!! (You hear me out there in blog land?! NO wait...none...easy access BABY!!!!) After 2 days of having the gym be filled with people and having to wait for any and all machines, my faith in the gym system has been restored.

It hasn't been an eventful weekend (That's my reasoning for my lack of posts). I've been sleeping more than I should and working less than I should. Yesterday, I watched the extended addition of Return of the King. My goodness, that's one long DVD. I hadn't planned on watching the whole thing, but you see, someone was very clever. They had the first disc end in the middle of an epic battle...so I just had to put in the second disc to see what would happen. Nevermind the fact that I'd seen the movie multiple times before. This was the special extended edition. For all I knew, Legolas could have lost and regrew an arm in all that extended time. However, that turned out to not be the case...just more fighting. It makes the battles in my screenplay look all pathetic.

Wait! What is that I hear? Someone is in the bathroom! The suitemates are here! There went my twilight-zone-I'm-the-only-one-left-in-East-Lansing theory.

Ohhhhhhhhh yeah! Thursday was rather eventful. I like to call it my cafe testing day. After prayer group, I met Yi in Beaners. We did a lot of catching up and by using the Socratic method she helped me to realize an important thing about Grad schools: Even if I don't go, I can still pursue the same careers I would have if I attended a grad school. That was an epiphany for me. I had to write it down. No one else has ever directly expressed that fact to me. Makes me feel a little less worried. After a while, Arwen (yes, she was named after the character in Lord of the Rings), another girl from house church, happened to wander by and joined us for a bit. Eventually, I was left to my lonesome to do work. Then Gary, house church leader and prayer group attendee, appeared in Beaners. I guess Thursday can best be referred to as "The Day All the House Church Members Attacked!!!!!"
Then the walls of Beaners and a skipping CD drove me insane and I headed off to Expresso Royale to meet my screenwriting partner. I always feel slightly out of place at this particular cafe. It has more of an indy feel to it. Very attractive to smokers and former/current hippies. Within a few hours, the walls there drove me insane too and I called it a night.

Speaking of grad school (mentioned 2 paragraphs ago), there was some drama yesterday. I got an e-mail from one of the schools where my application was due earlier this month. They were still missing a letter of recommendation. After numerous unanswered calls to offices that were supposedly open, I found a phone number to the office of the nicest woman ever. She pulled up my application, told be whose letter was missing, then gave me her e-mail address so Mr. no-send-letter-prof-man could get it directly to her. If I go to that school, this woman is getting a fruit basket from me. So helpful. I will name my first (if ever) born after her. Nora. I don't actually like the name that much...hmmmm.
Back on topic, my suspicions were proven true when I figured out that it was my old fiction prof who hadn't sent the letter. I had suspected this, since the man never replied to any of my e-mails EVER, including those asking if he had finished sending out the letters. (But I know he reads them...he just has something against that little button at the top of his screen labeled "reply") I tried calling his office. He has no voice mail set up. Very convenient for him. In a last ditch ever I sent him one last e-mail. I attempted to be polite, but the fact that I was close to pulling out my own hair was properly expressed. More or less, the letter would have sent any decent person into a guilt trip. But maybe the occasional guilt trip is good, because get this!!!!!! He actually replied. There is a first time for everything. He's going to take care of it! He then directly stated that I had mis-marked the due dates for some of the universities (Not sure I believe it. But hey, he has the evidence; I don't...and besides most students wouldn't even have bothered to mark it for him). I also think I annoyed him. That made me feel bad. But I'm slowly getting over it. I think I had to do what I did.

Wow, so I guess it has been an eventful weekend. Oh! Roomie is back...she was doing laundry. It all makes sense now.

A Special "Hey-Hey" to My Suitemates

Dearest Suitemates,

Peeing on the toilet seat and then leaving the pee to dry is not the best way to go about becoming my friend.

All my love,

shel

In other news, my Chicano literature class (from now on to be called chic lit, because I find this title amusing) is, as I predicted, exactly like a high school class. Today students were not only randomly called on to answer questions, but we got into groups to write out answers (due at the end of class, mind you) to questions that could be answered with a few sentences directly from the text book. The ever essential didn't-do-the-reading-so-I'll-copy-your-work-word-for-word-guy, who was always partnered with me all through middle and high school, was, of course, in my group.

Sometimes it really sucks to be pessimistic and to always be right in my pessimism. I stand alone and annoyed on my grassless and muddy hill of indignation.

It's Pronounced "Michelle" Not "Michael"

They have a new system for waiting to use some of the machines in the gym. It involves handing over your school ID card to a nice but somewhat naïve employee. They call out your name when there is a space available on the machine you desire. I knew the system would cause problems for me the minute I heard about it. But today I attempted to comply anyway.

Everything started off normal. I entered the gym, handed off my ID, then meandered my way over to a nice wait-free bike. Over time, a number of names were called. So many, in fact, I KNEW it would be my turn soon. My turn to enjoy the fast calorie burning ellipticals.

When the nice but naïve employee began calling out Michael, I had a sneaking suspicion it was my ID card in his hand. He began searching the room, trying to match a sweaty, red face with the picture on the ID. I waited, wondering if he would make the connection. Surely anyone can tell by the lovely but short brownie-colored hair, bright shiny blue eyes, and white, strait, toothed smile of my picture that I am a girl.

As he walked near me, I hoped that his mind would click. That the matching game we all played in preschool would prove relevant to this exercise in identification. After all, even though my hair is longer now, it was still tied back for exercise and parted in a way similar to that of the picture. Would he realize his mistake and learn that ‘Michele’ is in fact ‘Michelle’ sans one ‘l’? Alas, no.

That one ‘l’ must make all the difference in the world. The nice but naïve employee’s mind did not make the connection. So I allowed him to wander around the room searching for a boy named Michael while I biked and watched him look slightly idiotic.

Then I pounced. Right before he picked up a new ID card imprinted with another name and picture, I left my bike. I approached nice, but naïve employee. I asked politely, “Did you mean ‘Michele’ (pronounced Michelle)?” He replied “Yes, of course.” So, I took back my ID and then took my rightful place at an elliptical machine.

I would like to take a moment and say that the waiting system involving numbers was by far a superior method. The ID system sucks. I’d also like to take a moment to thank my mother, as I have done hundreds of times before, for having the foresight to think ‘Michelle’ with the second ‘l’ was “just too long” and to instead bestow upon me the nice ambiguously gendered name ‘Michele' instead. Thanks Mom!

P.S. Don’t even get me started on how my mother thought my middle name was too long because of yet anther extra ‘l’ as well. Does she have something against the letter ‘l’? I’m beginning to think so.

If You Buy the Right Book, You Can Be a Screenwriter Too!

Last night, I was reading a book that is required for my screenwriting class. I came across a quote that was so completely stupid I felt the need to share it with everyone:

"Many writers who use index cards begin by buying index cards in many different colors."

This book...it's going to be a struggle...and not for reasons of difficulty. Personally, I've decided to rename it "The Complete Idiot's Guide to Screenwriting." Sigh. At least the reading went fast and I managed to occasionally laugh at the unintentional humor of the writer. I feel bad for the author, Linda Seger.

Movie and Class Reviews

Okay Holly (and anyone else interested), this part is for you: I thought that In Good Company was good. None of my friends liked it as much as I did. Don't think of it as a romance when you see it. The romance is a subplot. But I think you (Holly) would enjoy it, nonetheless.

I'm feeling kinda shaky about my advanced fiction class. It's not very focused. And those of you who know me academically, know I am one with focus. I could marry focus. Plus, the prof is very opinionated/preacher-like and I'm not sure it's in the open-to-other-people's-views kind of way. I'm oriented towards "ya gotz ta let otherz have their differing (possibly wrong) view too." I'm just glad this isn't a literature class, where the man could potentially lower my grade for not agreeing with him.
On the plus side, as our first major writing assignment, I can write a fairy tale. How exciting is that action?! One of the girls across the room noted aloud how my entire head turned into one of those big, happy, yellow, smiley face at that announcement. But now that everyone knows of my love for the fairy tale idea, I HAVE to write a good one. Plus I don't want the professor man to potentially make me cry with his criticism. Well...chances are good I wouldn't cry...more likely I'd get pissy and deny all his critiques. I think I should start preparing for the criticism now...nobody in that class is afraid to criticize/bring you down a notch.

This evening, I received an e-mail from a random man addressing me as the La Casa contact. First, I laughed at the outdated information. Then, I decided to be all nice and helpful, so I sat and thought about who I could possibly forward the message to. None of the people who used to be super-involved in the floor are anymore. I printed the message and took a chance. I ran down to the floor and managed to bump into the floor mentor just as she was leaving her room. Message given. My job is done. Here's hoping the man doesn't e-mail me again.

Return of the Blogger

Happy MLK day! Unfortunately, my day will not be spent protesting or doing anything particularly constructive. Nope, I'll be slacking, possibly doing a little homework, and fueling the movie industry. I'm In Good Company bound with roomie, Lislie and Britt tonight. We will also be helping to fuel the restaurant industry and the general economy as we have yet to exchange Christmas gifts.

My weekend has been good. I ended up spending Thursday night in the dorm, since the roads were too dangerous for my parents to come and get me. So I went home Friday afternoon and had bonding time with my dad.

On Saturday Cath and I had part 2 of our CSI-athon. But ofcourse, this time around more people joined us. I found it rather disconcerting when I was yelling at the screen about how Grissom belonged with Sara and not Catherine and I looked to my left at my fellow viewers. Beside me sat Sarah and Catherine. Dudes, my head was messed with. Later, Anna and Monica also joined us and we tried to play the game. The instructions were funny. Complicated and funny. We did not finish the game. Nope. We gave up and resorted back to watching the DVDs.

Yesterday, I went and saw Life Acquatic with my parents. Strange movie. It's hard to elaborate beyond that. My mother hated it though. I think my father, however, found things to like. It does support my theory that screenwriters are weird.

After that, it was just a hop, skip, jump and a drive back to MSU, where I spent the rest of the night slacking.

There, you're all caught up on my weekend activities. This has been the return of the blogger.

HEY GR FRIENDS!

I'm going to go home this weekend. I was hoping we could have a little get together from 1-4ish at my house. It would kind of be CSI oriented. I went completely crazy for 5 minutes and bought the CSI board game and I want to play it with you guys...but other than that, none of our hanging out has to involve CSI.

If you'd be willing to come just leave a message on my blog or on Cath's.

In other news, my Chicano lit book has me considering the option of poking my eyes out. Not something I would normally consider for any reason. The class in general has a high school history class vibe too it. I don't like that vibe. The vibe is bad. I already completed high school classes. I passed. I graduated. Doesn't that mean I shouldn't have to take those classes any more?

Break Time Already?

My brain hurts. It has grown lazy with all the slacking and now refuses to work.

Day 1 and Day 1 the Sequel (AKA Day 2)

This campus is filled with people that I vaguely recognize but can't place. Every single person. Maybe I've been here too long. So I keep smiling at people on the off chance I do actually know them from somewhere.

Impressions of my classes:

Chicano Lit: Interesting, but more work than it has to be.

Screenwriting: The prof is not as hard-butted as I thought he was. But punctuation seems to be a thing with him. I may actually have to edit my work before I print it. A new concept for me.
Within the first 5 minutes of class, I came to truly realize that the vast majority of screenwriters are odd. Laugh out loud amusing, but odd. (The majority radiate the energy of people who weren't popular in high school, but have found their long lost similarly-minded buddies and are now content and more confident)
Also, I know a couple people in the class, so that's cool. Plus I got an idea for my next screenplay. I'm not sure if I'm up for a major edit of my last one though. It's still bumping around in my head and I don't have the emotional distance to realize how much it sucks yet. Right now my thought is that "It's lovely for my first attempt at ever writing a screenplay. I don't want to change a thing. It's my perfect little baby." *Bats eyelashes and clutches hands close to cheek*

My paradoxical "creative" nonfiction class is going to be a lot more fun than I thought. The prof is very funny. Everyone in the room seemed to be someone from my past. I felt like I belonged on a bad game show. Here's a girl from your screenwriting class last night. Here's one from your anthropology class two years ago. The star guest from my past was a special super-big surprise. This is especially relevant to SSMS people. Lee Sherlock, my friends. I have that class with Lee Sherlock. And he has a beard!!!!!!!!!! An obvious change from when we knew him in the 6th grade.

Lee might also be in my advanced Fiction class...his name was called but he didn't show. Ah yes, speaking of that class, it'll be very interesting. I'm not sure if it's in the good or bad sense. But I can tell you that I've already managed to make a scene. The prof asked a question. Complete silence. So I answered, cause I'm cool like that. Suddenly someone across the room is saying that I get "the bronze medal" for my reasoning. He goes on to completely counter my statement. Then a girl replies to him, also countering my statement. Of course after that, everyone is looking back at me waiting to see what I'm going to say. I'm left sitting there going "huh? People are responding? Wha? Am I supposed to say something?" By the end of the class, the prof is telling me that he "liked" that I was the first to speak and I'm being assigned to lead a discussion about a short story for next class.
The lesson here is that I should never open my big fat mouth, especially in the class where the majority of the students previously had a class together with the same prof. As a member of the minority who is new to the prof and the way he conducts the class, I should have stayed silent. Me and my big fat mouth.
But on the plus side, I do know 3 people in there from my last fiction class...2 of them are my buddies (the third is the one person whose writing I seriously did not like. Sigh. Oh well) Plus there's also a girl who is one of those people who I vaguely recognize from somewhere but have no idea where from.

Moving on to other topics, I got a letter from one of the grad schools. One of the profs has not sent in their letter of recommendation. (And of course the university didn't say whose letter they were missing...that would make my life too easy) Normally the mystery prof would go strait to my poopy list, but this particular application isn't due until 2-1-05 and I have a sneaking suspicion that it's cool prof man...cool prof man who never responds to e-mails (I don't get it. I will never get it. It's one little button to click on with your mouse...then all he has to do is type a few words. Why? Oh why won't he reply?!). I also need to speak to him about my indy study. So if he doesn't communicate within the next week, I'll be forced to stake out the Beaners at the Union. I know he goes there, he'd bring a Beaners cup to class everyday last semester. He will go there and I will be there waiting and then he will have to speak to me. Wah ha ha! Suddenly Blondie's "One Way or Another" is running through my head.

Wow, so, this is the longest entry ever. All of my writing classes are getting to me.

Pic Upon Pic Upon Pic

I'll keep these up for at least a couple of days. They use too much space of my precious photobucket to remain forever.

The First Annual Poker Party




























Sadly, that is all.

On to the New Year's Party!
First we group shots...















Next we have the exact moment we passed from 2004 to 2005:



Noise Maker Craziness ensues...















Holly and her mom:




"Drinking" also ensues...















Back rubs:



And now my favorite catagory of all...the ???? catagory (notice this is the largest of all the catagories):











































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Oh What a Great Decision Maker I Am

I cannot buy any more DVDs. There is no space to them. Can anyone open up a portal to another dimension so I can store my DVDs there?

What DVD should I watch in my last moments of freedom before the new semester starts? I can't decide.

On the plus side, I did pick an outfit for tomorrow. No layers necessary. To a degree, I am a capable decision maker.

Rates of Moving Back In

I'm back at school and ready for (academic) action.

It took me over an hour to put all of my clothes away. Normally, I wouldn't believe in such a thing as "too much clothing." But I really need the thin the herd. My clothes are invading poor roomie's space. Not to mention the fact that I've had to hang various coats and hoodies from my bed because there was no room for them in the closet.
Plus I have absolutely no idea what I will wear tomorrow. If I decide on layers, there are countless shirt combinations. All alternating between begging and screaming to be worn. How will I decide? Life is so difficult.

It took me 54 minutes to print 95 pages. I only jammed the printer twice...an all time low.
Considering I will be printing at least 70 pages/week, I predict this semester will be an expensive one filled with lots of swearing and wasted time in which I stare at the printer while it blinks a horrible little red light at me.

Time to break out the pencil and paper...that's right! It's simple math quiz time! YEAH!!!!!!!

The 1 and only question:

Given the fact that I swore 17 times while unjamming the printer twice over a 54 minute period, what is my rate of swearing/a paper jam? And my rate of swearing/minute?

This Line's Mostly Filling

Today was eventful. Only in a partially fun way.

Had a "nice" trip to my dad's office. A dentist's office. Sigh. First cavities. Bah Humbug. In my defense, it wasn't my fault. "The anatomy of the tooth" is to blame. My father introduced my to local anesthetic and "Mr. Whistle." I don't think Mr. Whistle is well named. Granted the object does create a whistling noise as it is being used on a tooth. But I think the fact that it is drilling away a part of your tooth is a far more noticeable characteristic and therefore should be incorporated into the name of the object. But I can understand how "Mr. Evil Drill" does not inspire nice, shiny, fuzzy feelings.

After receiving my first fillings, it was lunch time. Poor pathetic me. I didn't get to eat. I had lost feeling in most of my mouth and tongue. Now usually eating a milk shake for lunch is a plus. But, you see, when you lose feeling in your tongue, you also lose the ability to taste. And I couldn't even eat the stupid yummy looking cherry.

Next it was on to shopping. Things improved from there. My mom bought me some cool clothes. Yeah! Feeling slowly returned to my mouth. More yeah! And then my mom bought me coffee...a white mocha (technically called a white CHOCOLATE mocha...but I find that title to be redundant and therefore I refuse to use it)...Here comes the good part though. I could taste it. Oh precious white mocha.

Stupid Mr. Whistle.

Amusingness

In the year 2005 I resolve to: Read the manual. Get your resolution here

I refuse to do this. To me, the fun is figuring it out without reading the manual. Although, I'm still trying to block out the time I locked my cell phone keypad before making a password to unlock it. Ah memories.

The Goals I Have Set For Myself

Yesterday was a good time. I met some of the girlies at Olive Garden (Cath, Jeffiner, Monica and Sarah). We had fun entertaining our waitress and being loud. Then I followed Catherine's car towards home. I was amused because I think it took her over 5 minutes to realize I was behind her. (But she doesn't know my car too well, so I'll forgive her) And to think I almost didn't get to go. I was supposed to wait for the truant "tile guy." I'm glad I skipped out on the waiting. They didn't come. They did, however, wake me up this morning. But at least their work is done. I never have to see Tile Guy again or discuss how he met his wife at MSU.

You know your on break when the goals you set for yourself are along the lines of "Finish watching a season of a show on DVD by tonight." I made my goal by the way.

So I got an e-mail from my soon-to-be screenwriting prof. I think he is going to be a hard-butt. Far more difficult than my slacker indy study with the boy-os. On the plus side, I only need to go one night a week. I sent an e-mail to hard-butt-prof-man requesting to be in the Monday group, meaning house church could be in my future once again. Yeah! Happy dance! We shall see.

Curb Your DVD Collection

My dad's birthday went well. He knew exactly what his gift was by looking at the box. That was kind of annoying. But he totally surprised me later. He bought the first season of "Curb Your Enthusiasm" without ever having seen the show. One of his coworkers recommended it to him. And Mom and I listened to an interview with one of the actresses on NPR, so I raved that it was funny. I was surprised he'd buy it. (That's more of a me thing to do) We watched 2 episodes last night. You can see the Seinfeld humor. Dad was reminded of his family. Yeah for the bonding. My enter key is not working.

Happy Excited Moment

Leslie visit! Leslie visit! CSI-athon in the works. Am happy camper! Yeah-ness!

Happy Birthday

Happy Birthday to my dad (who never reads my blog)!!!!!!!!!!! Yeah! He is 58 (old)!!!!!!!! Yeah for him! And apparently he was born very early in the morning.

Forgot to Mention....

It's my blog-iversary! That's right. A year ago today I started this baby. A year ago that I had to call Holly to help me. A year ago that Jeffiner had to drive to my house to help me figure out how to post. It's sad to think that I still have no technical skill with the computer and still manage to routinely accidentally delete my posts. Sigh. Ah yes.

Off to veg in front of a TV somewhere.

Happy New Year

I can NOT believe that it is 2005. How did this happen? I'm unable to comprehend. How? How? How? I'm not ready for 2005. I graduate in 2005. Ahhhhhhh!

Well, I had a good time finishing out 2004. I went to the Grand Rapids Symphony with my parents. My dad really seemed to enjoy it.

After that, it was off to Holly's to uphold tradition. It was a high quality good time. We played games and I indulged in A LOT of the nonalcoholic wine drinky-things. I tried all the flavors. Nothing says Happy New Year like carbonated cider. There was also a lot of talking...Mainly of the next Harry Potter book. I love having friends that consider that to be a wonderful topic of conversation. Then we watched part of the third movie to help us drift off to sleep. I am forever a wild child.