Mmm... yep

Not getting sleep does lend to an interesting day...

Since it was our last OB clinical someone was gracious enough to bring bagels and cream cheese. We were all chowing down and chillin' so I decided to plant my ass on the desk top. It's not a big deal since I do it all the time on my own floor. I'm enjoying my bagel and then my ass starts feeling like it's wet. I get up worried that I'm going to see that I spilled someone's drink and it's all over my pants. It wasn't that simple. I actually sat dead center onto someone's open faced bagel and it was sticking to my ass. Not kidding. It was fucking hilarious. A classmate had to wipe the cream cheese off my ass before I could walk to the bathroom to get the rest of it off. They shouldn't ever let me leave the house on some days. I wish I had a picture.

It was actually a pretty great day even with the cream cheese incident. I just got a little more clarification on how human I really am.

In case you haven't notice I haven't had jack shit to say here lately. I'm fine. Things are going on that I would like to keep to myself for some reason. I go through these periods when I all of a sudden don't feel like blasting to the world everything that is going on or even part of what is going on. I can say this - school sucks ass.

A ton of people have stopped blogging recently and I can't help but be a little bummed about it. I've stopped before. I'm not sure if I will ever stop forever. I've always had a journal of some kind. The one I write in is getting used quite a bit lately but I prefer typing to using a pen. It seems faster...

Now I'm just babbling instead of finishing the world's suckiest paper ever. I'm not going into obstetrics because I don't give a shit about people having babies. I find it incredibly tedious and boring. Kind of like this post...

Holy Crap we lost Pluto!

Now we are in a solar system of 8 planets with Pluto marginalized down to dwarf status. Weird.

I saw Little Miss Sunshine at the Mayan on Tuesday night. I was laughing so hard I had tears running down my face. It rules.

There was a man that stepped up to the plate once. He didn't need to. He wanted to because he loved my mother dearly. He helped me move into my home. He spent two Sundays in a row with me trying to put a Scandinavian entertainment center together with me. He saw a random coffee table book one day and bought it for me because he thought I might like it. I read it from front to back. I appreciated the gesture more than the book itself. One of his chairs sits in my living room because I fell in love with it. He gave it to me because he knew I would appreciate it more than him. I loved to ask him about his job. I would always try to see if he would accidentally tell me what he uncovered in the investigation of the Challenger. It was cool to have a rocket scientist for a father. He appreciated some of the funner stuff in life and wanted to spend it all with my mother. He took her on two or three vacations a year and spoiled her like no other man could. He walked my sister down the aisle. He taught me how to fix my plumbing but made me do it myself so I would know how the next time. He was more proud of me than I was the year I bought myself a set of socket wrenches for my birthday. I can't even tell you what he thought of me buying power tools. When I had a Peeping Tom problem he went out and bought me additional locks for my windows. He was my dad.

You know, I'm going to miss him forever. I haven't ever really written what he meant to me. I just stated the facts and then moved on (or at least tried to).

I am finally able to talk about it without crying which is a giant step for me. I just never thought anything could be quite as painful in life. A friend told me once that when a parent dies a part of you dies with him (or her). I'm starting to believe that. I am a million times better than I was a year ago but I will never be the same.

For the love of Pete I can't sit down long enough to get this dumbass paper going. Gah. I just don't care at this point. I really think my school should have at least given us a small mini-break sometime this summer instead of going straight through. My concentration is shot to hell at this point and I don't really fucking care either. I'll just end up turning in one piece of shit paper tomorrow and then move on.

I need a Superhero... I need Torso Man!

Go get me a pickle!

I think sex might cure what ails me. I think we all need to have more sex more often. It must be quality sex though. I'm just saying...

No one seems to be getting to bed early tonight. Weird.

Shameless Plug

In a few weeks I will be starting kickball again. I didn't actively even try to recruit people. I suck. My team is short a few people (esp. guys) so it would be great if you wanted to play. Just sign up to play on the Dirty Rotten Jerks. You can also be super fantastic courageous and sign up on one of the teams that has very few players.

Rosie, Heather and James - I think you showed interest.
Hubs - are you still playing with WASA? I know it shifted this year over to Play Coed (or whatever the guy that runs it changed the name too).

It's 100% tax deductible since all the money goes to Easter Seals Colorado. All the proceeds benefit people with disabilities that live in Colorado.

I also run the photoblog and your help on that would be very appreciated!

We drink. We sometimes smoke. We play.

Kiss the Girl

It's like he can read my mind and know what I want.

I don't know him. He just programs independent internet radio. The programming is perfect on some nights. It freaks me out a little. Seriously, where else can I find The Creatures other than in my CD collection?

The album of the month is currently Freeheat. It just makes me crazy when I can like something this much that I have to blog about it. Gah, I am pathetic.

Anyway, that's my Radio Indie Pop rant for the night. I love the fucking internet. It makes my world small.

Rox vs. Cubs

Here's a better pic from my camera:

7th inning stretch

Who is Bob?

Bob is a lurker and sometimes commentator that lives in or around Philly. He is friends with Cello. He also reads this guy's blog. I thought he read this one but apprently not. I think he reads her blog too. I'm not sure if Bob really exists or not but rumor has it he will be in Denver the last weekend of August. No, to the best of my knowledge he does not have a blog but he does have a profile or two.

That's Bob. That's all I know.

In a time not so long ago at a place not too far away. I knew this pic would resurface.

Fucking awesome night of debauchery. I put on these glasses that made me look like Karry Potter and then I licked a coconut pirate head among other things...

Hot dog!

Look what I found! I took this pic with my camera phone when I was at the candy store in the mall (Sweet Factory at Park Meadows) today. I'm quite pleased with the find and my camera phone. I picked up two - one for me and one for hubs (if I ever meet him... it's funny at this point). I suppose we'll all meet up in a few weeks when Bob gets here.

I went to Sephora to pick up a specific perfume that has me in its grasp. Alas, Ferragamo pulled it! Motherfucker! Aaaah! I'm so put out by this...

Right there...

I started a bit of an experiment this morning. I sent out a text message that said, "Go get me some breakfast." to 5 people just to see what they would say and what sort of reaction I would get. Only 2 of the 5 people are currently in Denver so I knew most wouldn't really take it literally. I only heard back from 2 of them. One was a straight up "no". I hit the jackpot with the other one. I've been expecting a breakfast burrito delivery from Texas all day today. Greg, you're a great friend. I'm expecting lunch tomorrow. I would like a Giovanni from Fat Jack's since I've been craving one for weeks. Thanks.

I started allergy shots last week. I have two sets going (one in each arm). The one that is killing me is the tree shot. I walked out of there today with a giant welt on my arm and it was itching like crazy. The other shot that has all grasses, weeds and cats isn't as bad. My tree arm was a bit numb for a good portion of the day. I'm trying to get my immunity up as soon as possible so I don't get as sick as I have in the fall the last few years.

I stopped off at Barnes and Noble to spend a gift certificate that a patient gave me last month. I was looking at what they had for Bukowski to see if there is anything that I fancied picking up and noticed Jimmy fucking Buffet next to him. He wrote a book about that Margaritaville crap. For crying out loud, make it stop. I was forced to listen to it at parties and barbecues in college and it is still haunting me. I know he has a giant following but I just don't get it. I would rather put lit matches into my ears then have to listen to 20 seconds of one of his songs.

I can do some pretty fast damage at a bookstore. I walked in with a $20 credit and walked out after spending 100 bucks. Eesh. I won't even have the time to read most of the books until next year...

I could fake it but I still want more - Massive Attack
This post is dedicated to the color purple.

The play by play that no one cares about

I woke up naturally at 7:01 am and rolled over. I tried to turn off my mind but that didn't happen. I couldn't figure out why I couldn't at least sleep until 7:30. It took me another 15 minutes to decide that it was probably because I needed to take a leak. So I did.

After that torturous minute out of bed I crawled back into bed in hopes of a little more peace before having to get up. I did get another 10 minutes in before jumping into the shower. What a great time I had in there. The water, shampoo, conditioner, body wash, soap and shaving was just indescribable. I wish you could have been there to just really get a sense of how wonderful shower time is for me.

I got out of the shower, put on moisturizer, a bra, panties, a dress, deodorant, and flip-flops. I brushed my hair and teeth then headed out of the door, late as usual.

Now don't you wish you could get a play by play everyday? Life can just be so exciting!

This post is dedicated to Heather and the number 8.

I got out of my car this morning to continue the walk of shame when I ran into my neighbor. He asked me if I had any problems from the lightening storm from Tuesday night. I told him it fried my modem and my router. I got lucky. He lost a computer, television, stereo system and microwave. His homeowners insurance should foot the bill for most of it. At least I don't have that fish out of water feeling anymore.

I'm just now sitting down to start my homework that is due tomorrow for clinical. It's going to take me a few hours and all I really want to do is open all the windows and doors, curl up with a good book and enjoy the rain. I miss recreational reading. I feel out of touch with literature these days. I have 9 or 10 months to go. Then I am golden!

Last night was a fucking blast. It was unpredictable and chaotic. Just the way I like my nights out to be. When I got home I needed to go to bed to catch at least an hour of sleep before going to the kickball tournament. My alarm went off. I got up. Then I decided to close my eyes for just one more second. Fuck. That didn't happen. I slept through the whole thing. There's always next year...

Highlights from last night:

The Drews.

"Karen's getting beat up by a hooker!" - Shelly

"I am much better looking than him. Here, check out my six-pack." - Some guy named Javier at Lipgloss

Men.

"Those chicks just followed you down the street to get you to twirl for them." - Karen
"Is twirling some sort if lesbionic thing?" - Shelly
"Did you just make up lesbionic? Have you been watching the Bionic Woman lately?" - Karen

"I can't get this door open."

Peaches.

"I'm sorry."

Miggy.

Dancing to Joy Division with Shelly.

Ringer tee bartenders that put liquor in their drinks.

Vodka.

"Here, lick my star." - Karen to star stamping doorman at Lipgloss

Heather.

"That's the biggest load of shit line I've heard in a long ass time." - Karen

$3.40 cab fare.

Porch swings.

Honesty.

The Drews.

My router is permanently broken. It doesn't even attempt to turn on. Therefore, I have no internet access at home. I have a test due by midnight tonight so I'm stuck at Doug's house to take the test. I haven't been "offline" in years and it feels freaky. I will have to buy a new one tomorrow because I have a paper to email on Friday for school. Otherwise, I will have to save my paper on a disc and then bring it over to Doug's to email it. That's just not right.

Ugh. This sucks ass.