WHEREAS: I took the GRE this past Tuesday, whilst Molly Dull was having 4/5ths of her wisdom ripped from her unconscious jaws, and
WHEREAS: Matt Forrest had an exam this past Tuesday, and
WHEREAS: It wasn't the GRE, but a stressor (remember that word from D.A.R.E.?) nonetheless,
THEREFORE WAS IT RESOLVED: That Tuesday though Saturday nights would be spent reveling in our past accomplishments.
AMENDED: Eric could join too.
So tonight will mark night four of our five night streak. With Mr. Boston having been invigorated the other night, we might stretch it to a whole week of celebration. More details to come--for now, I have to figure out what I'm making for tour guide potluck tonight!
Friday, July 31, 2009
The Moment you Have ALL Been Waiting For
Guest Post By Mark (Katelyn) Michalak:
Let me start by saying what an honor it is to be contributing to this literary masterpiece. I'd also like to add that I didn't think that I'd actually be able to guest post, especially in this particular situation.
Let me start by saying what an honor it is to be contributing to this literary masterpiece. I'd also like to add that I didn't think that I'd actually be able to guest post, especially in this particular situation.
Okay, down to business. Last week I took the famn damily up to Silver Lake Michigan. As Johnny Cash used to say (he doesn't say it anymore because he's dead, but you could probably find a cd or go on itunes if you really want to hear him say it (get it? say it, instead of sing it, because he never actually sang anything)), "I've been everywhere, man." So, this was a repeat vacay. Yep, we went up there 9 or 10 years ago with a borrowed camper and 7 rotten kids. Just kidding, that math doesn't add up. Must have only been 5 kids at most. I would say this time was better, but it wasn't. My three favorite kids couldn't come this time. Sad, you know right? This time I just had the boy who pooped in the lake and got locked in the shower, the boy who got the crap knocked out of him by a picnic table, and the two small girls who seem to be training for WWE.
Despite the odds against us we did have some fun. I mean what's not fun about climbing giant piles of sand and getting small granules of rock all over everything? Here's a tip if you're looking for a cheap way to replenish your sandbox, try trekking across miles and miles of sand dunes, then go home and shake your clothes out in the sandbox desired area. Putt-Putt = Fun! Until, the children start using the putters as weapons (joke). My kids would never do that. Of course, they would probably get better use out of them that way. They're definitely not the next Tiger Woods, if you know what I mean... they're not good at golf. Do you ever eat? Food is delicious especially camping food. Yum, I ate so much I wanted to vom.
So anyhow, it turns out we had such a good time we turned our 5 day vacation into a 4 day vacation. I guess we can try again in 9 or 10 years when we don't have to take any kids.
Carjacking
I finished My Sisters Keeper yesterday. I only cried a little. I am once again out of reading material.
Did I mention that I am by the pool right now? I brought my computer out on a whim to listen to music and it connected to the internet, so naturally I start a blog post. Ocean Eyes is a pretty good album. It has Fireflies on it along with a bunch of other cracked out techno-ish songs. This guy is a rhyming genius. As you circle me the needle moves gracefully, back and forth, if my heart was a compass you'd be north.
Night 2-3 was a resounding success.
My latest dream car. Its so pretty
Look Matt, its small (that's what she said)
Back to tanning.
I am now literally sitting in my apartment using the internet. This has got to be the luckiest World Wide Webbing day EVER! Pot Luck 2nite! I have yet to make jack-squat, we'll see if that changes.
Did I mention that I am by the pool right now? I brought my computer out on a whim to listen to music and it connected to the internet, so naturally I start a blog post. Ocean Eyes is a pretty good album. It has Fireflies on it along with a bunch of other cracked out techno-ish songs. This guy is a rhyming genius. As you circle me the needle moves gracefully, back and forth, if my heart was a compass you'd be north.
Night 2-3 was a resounding success.
My latest dream car. Its so pretty
Look Matt, its small (that's what she said)
Back to tanning.
I am now literally sitting in my apartment using the internet. This has got to be the luckiest World Wide Webbing day EVER! Pot Luck 2nite! I have yet to make jack-squat, we'll see if that changes.
Thursday, July 30, 2009
No Sleep until Sunday!
So it has been a while and by that I mean since my wonderful peak into life into Apt. 212 via being graced by the Internet in the apartment for a short time - but it produced pure gold. Molly Dull even stated I. AM OBSESSED. WITH THIS ENTRY. I know you all wish you could live with us, but you can't. As Eric would say "YOU DON'T GET A SECURITY DEPOSIT!" Matt and I are well on our way in our five day streak and Eric joined us last night (but I think he did enough last night to make up for missing Tuesday.) After I finished my exam and Matt the GRE we made our way to Skippers and met Laura, Avery and Alex and eventually convinced Kristel to come. We then ventured to Stadium ($2 Pitchers!) and ended up seeing everyone, Jen finally joined us after ditching the tour guides forever and Audree was there and Kristene was in town and finally reunited with Dori! EPIC. Anyways we all got pretty ridiculous though none as bad as Matt, but I mean he just finished the GRE. All of the tour guides created something pretty epic that can not be discussed on this blog, if you are lucky enough you may know one day. Ha
A fun Wednesday ensued (naturally my tour group loved me) and led to a fun last night when Eric brought home some Mr. Boston and well if you see the post from last night you'll understand and then for some Apt. 212 bonding we went on a walk to an undisclosed location with something from our fridge and let's just say we now owe Laura a drink at some point. And Eric managed to send some fun texts. I also learned Matt and I have really interesting conversations after a night of consuming liquid.
Anyways I think we might be going to Stienkeller's tonight...yummmmm German.
And then a weekend of 21st birthdays follows and I finally get to venture into my house for next year and Mike comes back. Stay tuned the closer it gets to the weekend the more ridiculous I promise we will get.
"Cause I'd Get A Thousand Hugs From Ten Thousand Lightning Bugs"
PEACE OUT!
A fun Wednesday ensued (naturally my tour group loved me) and led to a fun last night when Eric brought home some Mr. Boston and well if you see the post from last night you'll understand and then for some Apt. 212 bonding we went on a walk to an undisclosed location with something from our fridge and let's just say we now owe Laura a drink at some point. And Eric managed to send some fun texts. I also learned Matt and I have really interesting conversations after a night of consuming liquid.
Anyways I think we might be going to Stienkeller's tonight...yummmmm German.
And then a weekend of 21st birthdays follows and I finally get to venture into my house for next year and Mike comes back. Stay tuned the closer it gets to the weekend the more ridiculous I promise we will get.
"Cause I'd Get A Thousand Hugs From Ten Thousand Lightning Bugs"
PEACE OUT!
I'm Sure I Have Something Worth Reading to Write
I just can't think of it right now.
I went to Century 21 and gave them proof of financial aid so they don't charge me late fees for rent. I guess that is good, but not real interesting to you i suppose.
Just got a text saying the guest post is on its way. I am excited. It better be good.
So last night Bree came over for some abuse. We obliged. It was actually quite an enjoyable evening. The milk shots and suicides both need some work (and maybe a little planning? just a suggestion) but they were not terrible. While I was at Oxford Spirits I checked and Mr. Boston is the cheapest rum you can buy. This fact may be why I almost spewed after doing a shot that was half Mr. Boston, a quarter Baileys and a quarter milk...thanks Matt, you have a bright bar tending future.
I am planning on going to Cedar Point next thursday or friday. When I was at Kings Island tuesday (did I tell you about that?) all I could think about was how much I wanted to ride Millennium Force. Not only is it a great ride, it doesn't have a stupid name like 90% of the rides at KI. I will be going with Courtney and Katie Blake and Ryan? so it should be a bomb time.
So I went to Kings Island. They have the tallest drop tower in the world. It is sick. They take you up like 280 feet or something ridiculous and then let you look out and everything for a few seconds and then you free fall back to the ground. Something like that would be awesome at Cedar Point with the lake. There were a ton of people at the park. Even the lame rides had huge lines. I did get to ride the MaxAir though, I like that ride, even if it is going to fly apart and kill everyone one day. Diamondback was okay, Vortex was pretty sweet, the Beast did not dissapoint. The coolest thing about Diamondback (to me) is the way it incorporates the water. There are scoops on the back of each train that dip into the pond as the train skims inches above the water and shoots up a plume of spray.
Pretty cool huh?
I liked Vortex cause it is like a combination of the Magnum and the Corkscrew.
My internet is slowing way down. Its time to go. Have a good one internet voyagers.
I went to Century 21 and gave them proof of financial aid so they don't charge me late fees for rent. I guess that is good, but not real interesting to you i suppose.
Just got a text saying the guest post is on its way. I am excited. It better be good.
So last night Bree came over for some abuse. We obliged. It was actually quite an enjoyable evening. The milk shots and suicides both need some work (and maybe a little planning? just a suggestion) but they were not terrible. While I was at Oxford Spirits I checked and Mr. Boston is the cheapest rum you can buy. This fact may be why I almost spewed after doing a shot that was half Mr. Boston, a quarter Baileys and a quarter milk...thanks Matt, you have a bright bar tending future.
I am planning on going to Cedar Point next thursday or friday. When I was at Kings Island tuesday (did I tell you about that?) all I could think about was how much I wanted to ride Millennium Force. Not only is it a great ride, it doesn't have a stupid name like 90% of the rides at KI. I will be going with Courtney and Katie Blake and Ryan? so it should be a bomb time.
So I went to Kings Island. They have the tallest drop tower in the world. It is sick. They take you up like 280 feet or something ridiculous and then let you look out and everything for a few seconds and then you free fall back to the ground. Something like that would be awesome at Cedar Point with the lake. There were a ton of people at the park. Even the lame rides had huge lines. I did get to ride the MaxAir though, I like that ride, even if it is going to fly apart and kill everyone one day. Diamondback was okay, Vortex was pretty sweet, the Beast did not dissapoint. The coolest thing about Diamondback (to me) is the way it incorporates the water. There are scoops on the back of each train that dip into the pond as the train skims inches above the water and shoots up a plume of spray.
Pretty cool huh?
I liked Vortex cause it is like a combination of the Magnum and the Corkscrew.
My internet is slowing way down. Its time to go. Have a good one internet voyagers.
Wednesday, July 29, 2009
I haven't posted in a while...
...I am sorry I have no excuse as to why. Please forgive me, I will tomorrow I promise.
The increase in domestic violence in Apt. 212 is causing me too much stress as of now, but I am clearing my mind and will give you a full update on my life soon.
Milk and alcohol do not mix well in my stomach...just saying.
"No means no...but yes means yes." - Eric
"You can't rape the willing and deep down you were willing" - Matt S
"I feel like that wouldn't hold up in court Matt." - Bree
"Bree, Bree, Bree leave Matt's shin alone." - Matt S
"It's not his shin it's his calf." - Bree
"BREE! Leave Matt's leg alone." - Matt S
That's what is going on in our apartment right now.
Bree is throwing Money down my pants and in my crotch I feel violated.
Bree is reaching down my pants to get the coins out..WTF Bree stop stop...now her keys are down my shorts...Bree WTF!
"Why did we invited her over her." - Eric
"You're going to hit me and I don't want to be hit." - Bree
"Only if you hit me first." - Matt
"Bullshit! That is a lie."- Bree
"Aww man I spilled." - Eric
"Ohhh ohhh" - Matt S
"At least the rum will clean the counter!" - Eric
"F*ckers I hate you all!" - Eric
"Wow, wow" -Matt S
"What's this yellow stuff?" - Eric
"Pee!" - Me "Mountain dew" - Bree
Eric is making a drink that will kill him.
"Let me know how that turns out." - Matt S
And more rum
"How's it taste?" - Everyone
"That's what she said" - My mind
"You want one?" - Matt S
"Only if you make it for me." - Me
PIZZA ROLLS - TIME TO GO!
Peace Out!
The increase in domestic violence in Apt. 212 is causing me too much stress as of now, but I am clearing my mind and will give you a full update on my life soon.
Milk and alcohol do not mix well in my stomach...just saying.
"No means no...but yes means yes." - Eric
"You can't rape the willing and deep down you were willing" - Matt S
"I feel like that wouldn't hold up in court Matt." - Bree
"Bree, Bree, Bree leave Matt's shin alone." - Matt S
"It's not his shin it's his calf." - Bree
"BREE! Leave Matt's leg alone." - Matt S
That's what is going on in our apartment right now.
Bree is throwing Money down my pants and in my crotch I feel violated.
Bree is reaching down my pants to get the coins out..WTF Bree stop stop...now her keys are down my shorts...Bree WTF!
"Why did we invited her over her." - Eric
"You're going to hit me and I don't want to be hit." - Bree
"Only if you hit me first." - Matt
"Bullshit! That is a lie."- Bree
"Aww man I spilled." - Eric
"Ohhh ohhh" - Matt S
"At least the rum will clean the counter!" - Eric
"F*ckers I hate you all!" - Eric
"Wow, wow" -Matt S
"What's this yellow stuff?" - Eric
"Pee!" - Me "Mountain dew" - Bree
Eric is making a drink that will kill him.
"Let me know how that turns out." - Matt S
And more rum
"How's it taste?" - Everyone
"That's what she said" - My mind
"You want one?" - Matt S
"Only if you make it for me." - Me
PIZZA ROLLS - TIME TO GO!
Peace Out!
I Hate Wild Geese
Most of you are aware that I work in a chemistry lab. 99% of the time, I love it. Right now, I hate the scientific community. Why? Let me tell you.
There is often no need to reinvent the wheel. Protocols and procedures are always published in other articles, and most people just cite them as their procedure. That's ok, as long as visiting the reference provides what is claimed to be there. For instance, today I wanted a protocol for purifying protein...
Paper A refers to Article B.
>>A wild goose chase in the library (about a half hour) leads me to Article B<<
Article B is about an entirely different subject and only references the topic I'm after in a one-liner buried in a chart. WTF. However, it gives way to Reference C.
Reference C, in so many words, gives way to Citation D.
Citation D points me to Paper E.
Paper E cannot be accessed for free. FML.
Thank God for margarita night! Maybe Matt won't move his cup as I refill his drink, causing him to dump beer on me in "retaliation."
UPDATE: Paper E references Source F, as in "mother f****r."
There is often no need to reinvent the wheel. Protocols and procedures are always published in other articles, and most people just cite them as their procedure. That's ok, as long as visiting the reference provides what is claimed to be there. For instance, today I wanted a protocol for purifying protein...
Paper A refers to Article B.
>>A wild goose chase in the library (about a half hour) leads me to Article B<<
Article B is about an entirely different subject and only references the topic I'm after in a one-liner buried in a chart. WTF. However, it gives way to Reference C.
Reference C, in so many words, gives way to Citation D.
Citation D points me to Paper E.
Paper E cannot be accessed for free. FML.
Thank God for margarita night! Maybe Matt won't move his cup as I refill his drink, causing him to dump beer on me in "retaliation."
UPDATE: Paper E references Source F, as in "mother f****r."
Tuesday, July 28, 2009
Here I Sit to Think and Ponder
I'm at Starbucks. In Blue Ash. "Why," you ask? I'm taking the GRE in a couple hours down the street. Needless to say, I got there REALLY early. I've been here for a little over an hour already, and aside from review a few strategies for writing a non-shitty essay, I've decided to leave studying alone. I've never spent this much time at a Starbucks, and it's an interesting thing to observe. Here's what's going on:
I'm at a table by the back wall. There's a plug nearby for my laptop, which made my choice of seating pretty easy. When I first walked in, I looked I was entering the "how engrossed with your laptop can you look?" contest. I'm the only one remaining. Okay, interrupting a bit, a woman (probably late 20's if even) just walked in wearing probably the pointy-heeliest heels I've ever seen. She's struggling to walk. I think at Miami, girls just ditch the shoes when they become inhibitory towards movement. I digress.
I walked in and was greeted by the barista behind the counter. Too bad for her I was more distracted by the "Verry Berry Coffee Cake" behind the glass. I asked her if it was any good and decided to get it after her positive suggestion. Then while she was ringing me up I asked if they had free wireless. Turns out they don't (it costs money), but the establishment next door does. That establishment is beyond the wall behind me. Score!
So I set up my laptop and went about figuring out the internet and making sure no one sitting near me was a internet creeper dressed as a businessperson. Speaking of businesspeople, they all cleared out of here about 45 minutes ago. Since then, it's been mostly me and two ladies in armchairs gossiping about random people and things. A couple times we had some younger kids in, dressed in everything from the double-popped collar (seriously) to the wife-beater (still serious). A family of three came in for what appeared to be breakfast. I'd never thought of Starbucks as a breakfast establishment.
On second thought, I should've been a little less focused on the berry cake thing I bought earlier. The barista is pretty cute. UPDATE: Remember Jan from The Office? Her double just walked in here.
Ok, I'm rambling...and I'm gonna stop. I'll give you an update after the test...maybe I'll have something worthwhile to write about. Regardless, I have nothing going on after this exam of real importance...so maybe Matt and I (Eric is invited/encouraged as well) will play with alcohol for the rest of the week. Ha!
I'm at a table by the back wall. There's a plug nearby for my laptop, which made my choice of seating pretty easy. When I first walked in, I looked I was entering the "how engrossed with your laptop can you look?" contest. I'm the only one remaining. Okay, interrupting a bit, a woman (probably late 20's if even) just walked in wearing probably the pointy-heeliest heels I've ever seen. She's struggling to walk. I think at Miami, girls just ditch the shoes when they become inhibitory towards movement. I digress.
I walked in and was greeted by the barista behind the counter. Too bad for her I was more distracted by the "Verry Berry Coffee Cake" behind the glass. I asked her if it was any good and decided to get it after her positive suggestion. Then while she was ringing me up I asked if they had free wireless. Turns out they don't (it costs money), but the establishment next door does. That establishment is beyond the wall behind me. Score!
So I set up my laptop and went about figuring out the internet and making sure no one sitting near me was a internet creeper dressed as a businessperson. Speaking of businesspeople, they all cleared out of here about 45 minutes ago. Since then, it's been mostly me and two ladies in armchairs gossiping about random people and things. A couple times we had some younger kids in, dressed in everything from the double-popped collar (seriously) to the wife-beater (still serious). A family of three came in for what appeared to be breakfast. I'd never thought of Starbucks as a breakfast establishment.
On second thought, I should've been a little less focused on the berry cake thing I bought earlier. The barista is pretty cute. UPDATE: Remember Jan from The Office? Her double just walked in here.
Ok, I'm rambling...and I'm gonna stop. I'll give you an update after the test...maybe I'll have something worthwhile to write about. Regardless, I have nothing going on after this exam of real importance...so maybe Matt and I (Eric is invited/encouraged as well) will play with alcohol for the rest of the week. Ha!
Monday, July 27, 2009
I'm Glad My Name is Not Nicole
I have listened to fireflies 7 times today. You should at least once: Fireflies
So I picked Nicole up from the airport today. She had a great time in Colorado. Her and her family went to Estes Park and Rockie Mountain National Park. It was lovely and she has literally many pictures of mountains.
I also picked up two girls who happened to fly in the same day and were in need of a ride back to Oxford. These two girls have names. I was even told them once. I instantly forgot them and as far as I know now, they are just known as the Thai girls. They love Nicole. They don't wear seatbelts. They think lunchables are the coolest thing ever and are prolly going to get sick from eating the ones they brought back from Maryland. They talk incessantly except to ask Nicole a question. Nicollllllllleeee why don't you know everything? Yeah, but with the no seatbelts thing they had fun with the 25mph intersection at the top of the hill that I usually take at 60. There was screaming.
Not much else happened today. Going to Kings Island tomorrow.
I now have 5 of the last 8 posts. The GRE is making it look like I don't have a life.
So I picked Nicole up from the airport today. She had a great time in Colorado. Her and her family went to Estes Park and Rockie Mountain National Park. It was lovely and she has literally many pictures of mountains.
I also picked up two girls who happened to fly in the same day and were in need of a ride back to Oxford. These two girls have names. I was even told them once. I instantly forgot them and as far as I know now, they are just known as the Thai girls. They love Nicole. They don't wear seatbelts. They think lunchables are the coolest thing ever and are prolly going to get sick from eating the ones they brought back from Maryland. They talk incessantly except to ask Nicole a question. Nicollllllllleeee why don't you know everything? Yeah, but with the no seatbelts thing they had fun with the 25mph intersection at the top of the hill that I usually take at 60. There was screaming.
Not much else happened today. Going to Kings Island tomorrow.
I now have 5 of the last 8 posts. The GRE is making it look like I don't have a life.
Sunday, July 26, 2009
Fireflies
New favorite song. Look it up, listen to it, and regret terribly that you did not download it when it was free on iTunes.
Somebody asked recently if there was a guest post from my dad coming. I told them I did not know. If I get a post to post I will post it. The ball is in your court dad...
We went to Newport today. I only almost killed everyone twice on the drive there. It was boring there and I wanted to take a nap the whole time. But we got out of Oxford for a while. I guess the people bridge was kind of cool. There were power boats on the river being really loud. I want one. Johnny Rockets was pretty good...except that the guy dropped something every time he came to the table. Luckily it was just a fry when the food came. When we got home I slept for 4 hours and will prolly be up for a while. I don't know what else to type. Look up Fireflies.
And I leave you with this thought
Somebody asked recently if there was a guest post from my dad coming. I told them I did not know. If I get a post to post I will post it. The ball is in your court dad...
We went to Newport today. I only almost killed everyone twice on the drive there. It was boring there and I wanted to take a nap the whole time. But we got out of Oxford for a while. I guess the people bridge was kind of cool. There were power boats on the river being really loud. I want one. Johnny Rockets was pretty good...except that the guy dropped something every time he came to the table. Luckily it was just a fry when the food came. When we got home I slept for 4 hours and will prolly be up for a while. I don't know what else to type. Look up Fireflies.
And I leave you with this thought
Saturday, July 25, 2009
KristelChrissyOrmond
So I feel like a few things need to be clarified.
First, I wish Matt would stop lying about everything and just embrace the truth. It makes me sad to think that he can not admit to anything. Ha I love causing problems.
Second, margarita night is a lot of fun and even better with Tour Guides, and even better when followed by the cinematography master piece that is Troll 2. You should watch it yourself if you do not believe me.
Third, I wish Matt would not blame Troll 2 for his dreams when it was really the copious amount of champagne that he drank that most likely caused the bad dreams.
Fourth, in my opinion, Operation is a lot of fun with drinking involved and when you get to torture Laura Flamm at the same time.
Five, I learned from dinner on Thursday that I could never be a vegetarian.
Yesterday was Friday, it was probably the first day that felt like July in a long time (today feels cold again). I worked and got a lot done and that made me happy. I also toured twice. That was definitely an adventure seeing as how I wasn't up for it and had an a-hole of a father on the tour who asked a million questions but didn't pay attention to anything. I do not like him.
Then I walked home and napped curled up in a ball on the futon for a few hours and went to dinner with Bree and Matt at Qdoba...yum :-)! Afterwards we went back to 212 and Sam came up to visit us and we all went to Skippers to meet up with Avery, Alex and Kristel and the Kahlil came too and Shawna drove up for a little bit and then Eric met us there. and there was fun to be had by all. (and by fun I mean drinks).
Oh yes on the way up I tripped and gashed my toe open again and there was blood everywhere. Sadly I was sober this time :-( But Matt and Sam rescued me and Matt made a heroic run to CVS and endured talks of menstruation to bring me band-aids and gauze so I could make it to Kristel's and soak my cut in some Vodka and then off to Skippers to drink away the pain (and as Kristel sadly added - "All of life's pains.")
We basically just sat up there for several hours but it was a ridiculous amount of fun. Just watching everyone interact and such. Avery texted me several quotes she said I needed to put on here so here you go:
"I'm on a boat and its going moderately fast and..."
"Also she is royalty. She's like the queen of the lollipop guiled."
"Oh that makes sense oxygen and hydrogen are in a bar they are attracted to each other."
There were more we do not remember. Then we walked home enjoying Bagel & Deli the whole way.
There should be a fun week coming up. I am waiting for my phone to die so it will stop being dumb. Newport? Exams :-( Potluck! Birthdays! and Canoe trips! YEAH! Stay tuned for awesomeness.
Peace out!
First, I wish Matt would stop lying about everything and just embrace the truth. It makes me sad to think that he can not admit to anything. Ha I love causing problems.
Second, margarita night is a lot of fun and even better with Tour Guides, and even better when followed by the cinematography master piece that is Troll 2. You should watch it yourself if you do not believe me.
Third, I wish Matt would not blame Troll 2 for his dreams when it was really the copious amount of champagne that he drank that most likely caused the bad dreams.
Fourth, in my opinion, Operation is a lot of fun with drinking involved and when you get to torture Laura Flamm at the same time.
Five, I learned from dinner on Thursday that I could never be a vegetarian.
Yesterday was Friday, it was probably the first day that felt like July in a long time (today feels cold again). I worked and got a lot done and that made me happy. I also toured twice. That was definitely an adventure seeing as how I wasn't up for it and had an a-hole of a father on the tour who asked a million questions but didn't pay attention to anything. I do not like him.
Then I walked home and napped curled up in a ball on the futon for a few hours and went to dinner with Bree and Matt at Qdoba...yum :-)! Afterwards we went back to 212 and Sam came up to visit us and we all went to Skippers to meet up with Avery, Alex and Kristel and the Kahlil came too and Shawna drove up for a little bit and then Eric met us there. and there was fun to be had by all. (and by fun I mean drinks).
Oh yes on the way up I tripped and gashed my toe open again and there was blood everywhere. Sadly I was sober this time :-( But Matt and Sam rescued me and Matt made a heroic run to CVS and endured talks of menstruation to bring me band-aids and gauze so I could make it to Kristel's and soak my cut in some Vodka and then off to Skippers to drink away the pain (and as Kristel sadly added - "All of life's pains.")
We basically just sat up there for several hours but it was a ridiculous amount of fun. Just watching everyone interact and such. Avery texted me several quotes she said I needed to put on here so here you go:
"I'm on a boat and its going moderately fast and..."
"Also she is royalty. She's like the queen of the lollipop guiled."
"Oh that makes sense oxygen and hydrogen are in a bar they are attracted to each other."
There were more we do not remember. Then we walked home enjoying Bagel & Deli the whole way.
There should be a fun week coming up. I am waiting for my phone to die so it will stop being dumb. Newport? Exams :-( Potluck! Birthdays! and Canoe trips! YEAH! Stay tuned for awesomeness.
Peace out!
The Dishroom Be Crazy
Friday morning. We served the Centerville band and Delta Zeta for breakfast. These groups like to all come in at the same time, rush the serving line, then all bring their trays up at the same time. This makes everything hard on everyone. DZ is a group of over 400 people. When they are done eating you know it. They also attacked the salad bar like it had done something heinous to a close friend and gotten away with it, but they knew it really did it and they happened to meet it in a dark alley one night shortly after the aquittal and happened to have some sort of weapon and the police never found out who killed the salad bar, but everyone suspected it was DZ and they were never really the same after that...anyway...
We went through 6 trays of iceberg lettuce in one meal. A tray is two bags. A bag is five pounds. So basically 400 people ate 60 pounds of leafy water.
The point I was going to get at is that the dishroom was crazy. There were two people there to start the morning and when I went down as the forth the situation was far out of hand. Imagine a train wreck where two long trains have slammed into each other and cars are piled up everywhere and things are spilling and breaking. Now imagine all the cars are tray filled with dishes. Add more trays slamming into the pile every 6 seconds and you have a pretty good picture of what was going down.
I am all for saving the environment, but I still hate Green Peace
We went through 6 trays of iceberg lettuce in one meal. A tray is two bags. A bag is five pounds. So basically 400 people ate 60 pounds of leafy water.
The point I was going to get at is that the dishroom was crazy. There were two people there to start the morning and when I went down as the forth the situation was far out of hand. Imagine a train wreck where two long trains have slammed into each other and cars are piled up everywhere and things are spilling and breaking. Now imagine all the cars are tray filled with dishes. Add more trays slamming into the pile every 6 seconds and you have a pretty good picture of what was going down.
I am all for saving the environment, but I still hate Green Peace
Thursday, July 23, 2009
Troll 2 shook my emotions
So I had a dream last night that I'd prefer not to write about because it's somewhat personal. It's also unnerving and messes with my emotions. All I'll say is that I blame Troll 2. Not that the movie itself was frightening (I was actually quite happy the entire time), but it just planted little seeds in my subconscious that came bursting forth as an incredibly sobering dream.
That's about all I've got for today...nothing much is really going on. I'm still studying for the GRE and trying to write a paper to publish in the lab, the latter of which is at a standstill for now because I need to run a couple more experiments but have no sample. I'm waiting for it in the mail.
Uncharacteristically short post today, but oh well.
That's about all I've got for today...nothing much is really going on. I'm still studying for the GRE and trying to write a paper to publish in the lab, the latter of which is at a standstill for now because I need to run a couple more experiments but have no sample. I'm waiting for it in the mail.
Uncharacteristically short post today, but oh well.
The longest shift ever
I started work today at 6:53. I finished my first shift at 1:42. That's a long time. At around 1 I was thinking it should be about 6pm. I have to go back at 5 and work till around 8. This is the longest day ever, but I should make like 70 bucks just today. That will be nice.
Hey, its dry outside! First time I have seen that in days! Too bad I am working a million hours today instead of being out in it. I feel like my recent posts have not been very happy. This is troubling. I will have to try harder to keep a jovial mood.
I know something happy! I participated in my second photo shoot of the week this morning! I did the one for intramurals on Monday and today we did one for La Mia Cucina, a recently added restaurant. I got to borrow Matt's black pants and wear a sweet green chef's coat. I was in the back though, so you prolly can't even see me. But I did get to work long enough to get a free meal. It was delicious and quite filling. I hope my battery lasts until I have to go back to work. I love the interwebs.
I met some of the Matt's friends last night. They are interesting people. The only thing I have against them so far is that they made us watch this craptastic movie. They made it into a drinking game where every time you saw green food dye or the hallucination of a dead grandfather you had to drink. The movie is so bad I am surprised any of us survived. And what was that ending about? Did his plan of using goodness to defeat the goblins not work? Is there going to be a 3rd Troll where more apparently pointless stuff happens? Is there any point in asking questions because the people who wrote the movie prolly don't even know what the answers are? My life has been devalued because I watched that cinematographic atrocity. Just thinking about it makes me want to puke green and grow sticks out of my fingers.
Hey, its dry outside! First time I have seen that in days! Too bad I am working a million hours today instead of being out in it. I feel like my recent posts have not been very happy. This is troubling. I will have to try harder to keep a jovial mood.
I know something happy! I participated in my second photo shoot of the week this morning! I did the one for intramurals on Monday and today we did one for La Mia Cucina, a recently added restaurant. I got to borrow Matt's black pants and wear a sweet green chef's coat. I was in the back though, so you prolly can't even see me. But I did get to work long enough to get a free meal. It was delicious and quite filling. I hope my battery lasts until I have to go back to work. I love the interwebs.
I met some of the Matt's friends last night. They are interesting people. The only thing I have against them so far is that they made us watch this craptastic movie. They made it into a drinking game where every time you saw green food dye or the hallucination of a dead grandfather you had to drink. The movie is so bad I am surprised any of us survived. And what was that ending about? Did his plan of using goodness to defeat the goblins not work? Is there going to be a 3rd Troll where more apparently pointless stuff happens? Is there any point in asking questions because the people who wrote the movie prolly don't even know what the answers are? My life has been devalued because I watched that cinematographic atrocity. Just thinking about it makes me want to puke green and grow sticks out of my fingers.
Wednesday, July 22, 2009
It's not raining
It never rains here in Tahoe. The weather is 80 and sunny again.
We're running rooftop experiments where we put fish on the roof and let them soak up the sun until they die...unless they make it, which hopefully these ones will.
I have 8 days left here in Tahoe, and pretty much all we're doing are these rooftop experiments from here on out.
I can't wait to get back to Oxford
Its Raining
I love the rain. I love the rain during the summer that is. Winter rain is cold and awful. I do not like rain in January. Summer rain is entirely different. For one thing it is about 50 degrees warmer. It is soothing as it falls, cause you can leave the windows open and listen to it. One of my favorite rainy activities is running. You can go forever and never get over heated. Also the rain adds interest so you are not bored. If it is raining hard and long enough and if you are running with someone you can even go for a puddle run.
Puddle runs are fun...if you plan on going on one. If you just decide in the middle of a run to make it a puddle run, the people you are with may beat you. I've seen it. A puddle run is when there are puddle deep enough to splash and the object is to soak other people without getting soaked. But its raining so everyone is wet anyway. Perfect puddles are about half and inch deep, maybe an inch. If you hit the water with the right angle of shoe, you can direct the splash quite accurately. The best puddle runners (me) can thoroughly douse a fellow runner without even getting their shoes wet.
Riding your bike to work in the rain with a computer in a backpack is not my favorite thing. But I will not be deterred by a little inclement weather. Everything stayed dry and I am even almost dry now, three hours later.
Puddle runs are fun...if you plan on going on one. If you just decide in the middle of a run to make it a puddle run, the people you are with may beat you. I've seen it. A puddle run is when there are puddle deep enough to splash and the object is to soak other people without getting soaked. But its raining so everyone is wet anyway. Perfect puddles are about half and inch deep, maybe an inch. If you hit the water with the right angle of shoe, you can direct the splash quite accurately. The best puddle runners (me) can thoroughly douse a fellow runner without even getting their shoes wet.
Riding your bike to work in the rain with a computer in a backpack is not my favorite thing. But I will not be deterred by a little inclement weather. Everything stayed dry and I am even almost dry now, three hours later.
Tuesday, July 21, 2009
Ye of little faith
Ok. So here's the deal. After our campus tours, we encourage our tourists to fill out evaluation forms to get an idea of things we could improve. It also serves as a convenient way to collect accolades. I was reading through my evaluations from yesterday's tour, and saw one that read:
"Matt was very funny! :)"
I, of course, had always known that I have a certain humor which appeals to people on a tour, and seems to be at its best when demonstrated in front of a group of strangers. Others were less believing. Of course, they're way beneath me on the experience ladder. So, upon hearing some of my stock material (the sundial tells the weather, single first-years are housed in Bachelor Hall, walking in sandals should be quite a "feet," etc.), they were convinced that I gave the corniest tours ever. Nevermind that I hold Tour Guide of the Month for February 2008...
So when I saw the evaluation that proclaimed my hilarity, I took it and posted it up on the bulletin board in the office along with a post-it note reading "For the non-believers." When I returned to the office after my tour, I found the post-it vandalized, reading something along the lines of "don't write your own evals!!" or "yeah like this wasn't you!" or "." Since I know at least two tour guides read this semi-regularly (?), I'll take the time to offer them a free shadow of any tour I give so they might observe and be inspired.
Also brought to my attention today was the somewhat annoying and very much untrue belief held by some tour guides that Matt Forrest and I share the same bed. Listen. Just because we tend to a) arrive in pairs to tours and tour guide get-togethers; b) occassionally wear nearly-matching clothing on accident; or c) look damn good, this does not mean that we are sharing a bed. If you still don't believe me, then come on over and share my bed--and you will not find another Matt. However, if you choose to believe the Flammist theory that we don't share a bed but instead have matching racecar beds, then why don't you pony up and buy us a set? Those would be sweet.
I just registered for the GRE. I take it in a week. I should probably review geometry.
"Matt was very funny! :)"
I, of course, had always known that I have a certain humor which appeals to people on a tour, and seems to be at its best when demonstrated in front of a group of strangers. Others were less believing. Of course, they're way beneath me on the experience ladder. So, upon hearing some of my stock material (the sundial tells the weather, single first-years are housed in Bachelor Hall, walking in sandals should be quite a "feet," etc.), they were convinced that I gave the corniest tours ever. Nevermind that I hold Tour Guide of the Month for February 2008...
So when I saw the evaluation that proclaimed my hilarity, I took it and posted it up on the bulletin board in the office along with a post-it note reading "For the non-believers." When I returned to the office after my tour, I found the post-it vandalized, reading something along the lines of "don't write your own evals!!" or "yeah like this wasn't you!" or "
Also brought to my attention today was the somewhat annoying and very much untrue belief held by some tour guides that Matt Forrest and I share the same bed. Listen. Just because we tend to a) arrive in pairs to tours and tour guide get-togethers; b) occassionally wear nearly-matching clothing on accident; or c) look damn good, this does not mean that we are sharing a bed. If you still don't believe me, then come on over and share my bed--and you will not find another Matt. However, if you choose to believe the Flammist theory that we don't share a bed but instead have matching racecar beds, then why don't you pony up and buy us a set? Those would be sweet.
I just registered for the GRE. I take it in a week. I should probably review geometry.
July 21 1983 – The world's lowest temperature is recorded at Vostok Station, Antarctica at −89.2°C (−129°F).
http://news.ninemsn.com.au/glance/839863/plague-of-baboons-converges-on-car
These pictures make me smile, they involve monkeys destroying stuff - what more could you ask for.
That's all I really wanted to share though I continue to beg that if anyone has a free monkey they want to donate let me know.
If you have not downloaded the iTunes free single of the week you should - props to Eric for finding that one.
No Class for the Rest of the week!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Peace Out!
Oh yeah and I guess some guys landed on the moon today a couple of years ago....hmmmmm what do you know
These pictures make me smile, they involve monkeys destroying stuff - what more could you ask for.
That's all I really wanted to share though I continue to beg that if anyone has a free monkey they want to donate let me know.
If you have not downloaded the iTunes free single of the week you should - props to Eric for finding that one.
No Class for the Rest of the week!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Peace Out!
Oh yeah and I guess some guys landed on the moon today a couple of years ago....hmmmmm what do you know
UFO's are Real!
Its a documented fact. They exist. The only reason why the world does not have hard evidence is that the U.S. government covers every legitimate encounter. There was a crash in Mexico and a U.S. recovery force was sent in. All members of a Mexican recovery team were mysteriously already dead when the the U.S. team arrived. They removed the wreckage to a military base, possibly even WPAFB. This was August 25, 1974. Look it up.
Roswell happened too. The possibility of what crashed being a high altitude recon balloon, even though the wreckage looked like a high altitude recon balloon, is ridiculous. The 30 years between the event and when it became well known, is just proof that the government did its job for 30 years before something got leaked.
I want an X-wing fighter, that would be baller.
Roswell happened too. The possibility of what crashed being a high altitude recon balloon, even though the wreckage looked like a high altitude recon balloon, is ridiculous. The 30 years between the event and when it became well known, is just proof that the government did its job for 30 years before something got leaked.
I want an X-wing fighter, that would be baller.
Monday, July 20, 2009
"I don't want to touch the bush."
And now, the final installment in the III-part post to recap what was likely one of the most eventful weekends I've had all summer.
Nathan, Bree, Matt Forrest, and I depart apt212 for a gathering at the Blumpkinn, home of a fellow tour guide. We near an untrimmed shrub jutting into the sidewalk, which drives Nathan to state (out of nowhere): "I don't want to touch the bush." Of course, the 16-year-old in my mind starts laughing hysterically (again, look up the history of the word "hysteria"), which leads to an audible "tehehe" in the real world. I ask him "well gee, why not?" The answer was perfect: "It's wet!" (it was raining at the time).
We arrive at the Blumpkinn mildly damp, but in good spirits. The house, by the way, is huge, and beautiful. Clearly decorated by a bunch of girls, but still classy. We were persons 4-8 to arrive (we met Audree in front of the house by chance). After a little while longer, most of the social-going tour guides were there, and had introduced their accompanying guests. Oh, we'd also brought a "party bag," full of beer we'd had in the fridge and figured we'd get rid of (we keep it in the crisper). It's still at the Blumpkinn to the best of my knowledge...we should probably get that back.
With everyone there, we started a game of Kings, which led to me having my head on the table for swearing...which sucked. I was also the question-master for a while, in which I took great pride and delight. Anyway, after a while, we (Matt and I) taught everyone how to play Clusterf**k, which I had just learned the night before. It was a lot of fun, of course. We played a few times, then headed uptown.
Time-out: Do any tour guides read this blog??
Time-in. After a moderately eventful time at Brickstreet (still not big on that place), where I apparently did a lot of what looked like "serious talking" with "lots of hand motions," as per Bree's description, we headed home. I ended up walking back to Blumpkinn without the rest of my group, as I was enthralled in a conversation and needed to pick up my jacket, as well as Bree's. Of course, I left after another hour of talking, and forgot the jackets. So I turned around and got them. I couldn't let Bree down!
Sunday I slept in, and Nathan made some really good pancakes before he left town. They were really nice and fluffy, and he added chocolate chips at our request (although I think he considered it pancake blasphemy). I went to the library with Matt, wrote posts I and II of this III-part tale, and then headed back to apt212 for dinner. We made pizza, since we had stuff left over from Friday night. The large pizza was made into a cheese, pepperoni, and red onion treat, while the small crust we had was labelled the "experimental" pizza.
In this case, "experimental" translated to "breakfast," as we made an egg, sausage, and cheese breakfast pizza. An apt212 original, it has one secret ingredient. It was pretty good and we're bound and determined to expand from here.
That's about everything. This probably makes up for my drought of posts last week.
Nathan, Bree, Matt Forrest, and I depart apt212 for a gathering at the Blumpkinn, home of a fellow tour guide. We near an untrimmed shrub jutting into the sidewalk, which drives Nathan to state (out of nowhere): "I don't want to touch the bush." Of course, the 16-year-old in my mind starts laughing hysterically (again, look up the history of the word "hysteria"), which leads to an audible "tehehe" in the real world. I ask him "well gee, why not?" The answer was perfect: "It's wet!" (it was raining at the time).
We arrive at the Blumpkinn mildly damp, but in good spirits. The house, by the way, is huge, and beautiful. Clearly decorated by a bunch of girls, but still classy. We were persons 4-8 to arrive (we met Audree in front of the house by chance). After a little while longer, most of the social-going tour guides were there, and had introduced their accompanying guests. Oh, we'd also brought a "party bag," full of beer we'd had in the fridge and figured we'd get rid of (we keep it in the crisper). It's still at the Blumpkinn to the best of my knowledge...we should probably get that back.
With everyone there, we started a game of Kings, which led to me having my head on the table for swearing...which sucked. I was also the question-master for a while, in which I took great pride and delight. Anyway, after a while, we (Matt and I) taught everyone how to play Clusterf**k, which I had just learned the night before. It was a lot of fun, of course. We played a few times, then headed uptown.
Time-out: Do any tour guides read this blog??
Time-in. After a moderately eventful time at Brickstreet (still not big on that place), where I apparently did a lot of what looked like "serious talking" with "lots of hand motions," as per Bree's description, we headed home. I ended up walking back to Blumpkinn without the rest of my group, as I was enthralled in a conversation and needed to pick up my jacket, as well as Bree's. Of course, I left after another hour of talking, and forgot the jackets. So I turned around and got them. I couldn't let Bree down!
Sunday I slept in, and Nathan made some really good pancakes before he left town. They were really nice and fluffy, and he added chocolate chips at our request (although I think he considered it pancake blasphemy). I went to the library with Matt, wrote posts I and II of this III-part tale, and then headed back to apt212 for dinner. We made pizza, since we had stuff left over from Friday night. The large pizza was made into a cheese, pepperoni, and red onion treat, while the small crust we had was labelled the "experimental" pizza.
In this case, "experimental" translated to "breakfast," as we made an egg, sausage, and cheese breakfast pizza. An apt212 original, it has one secret ingredient. It was pretty good and we're bound and determined to expand from here.
That's about everything. This probably makes up for my drought of posts last week.
"I want to dance with somebody...."
(Please note I did not actually partake in the singing of the songs that have become my blog post titles)
So Saturday we wake early for our tour and after overcoming the initial feeling of wanting to vomit I made it through. On the walk back Matt and I were discussing the massive mess that awaited us on our return to Apt. 212 and so I decided that it was time to suck it up and deal with it, so we swing by CVS, grab some cleaning supplies and head home were we scrub Apt. 212 to a new level of clean...it still shocks. As we also released the cleaning beast within Nathan we were able to clean are apartment more than we ever thought possible. We then collapsed, but oh shit it was 5PM and we had made dinner plans and so off we ventured for some of the best food I have had all summer and cupcakes! Hopefully there will be a repeat very, very, very soon. Like right now. But we did manage to catch a nap when we returned home.
Around 9ish Matt, Nathan, Bree and I headed over to the Blumpkinn (it's a house, it's not what you think) and met Aud
ree upon our arrival. Callen seemed excited we finally arrived, I mean he was having a great time with Kristen and Kristel. Allison and Nick rounded it out and we got started. We played the longest game of Kings, Circle of Death...whatever you want to call it, in history. But that is what you get for putting several of us in one room. And now that Nathan and I have successfully introduced cluster to everyone we know several extremely intense games happened and we probably left that place a mess. (Allison was good and thus I got screwed over a lot because I was right by her, though not nearly as bad as Audree and Melissa?)
Then in a smart collegiate move we finished off a handle of vodka, straight from the bottle. You know the kind of stuff your mom told you not to do when you went to college (Sorry
mom :-
)!)
and made our way to Brick Street (I protested to deaf ears...FML!)
Brick Street was okay?, we pretty much stayed outside and off the STD ridden floor as much as possible. Afterward Bree, Nathan and I walked Audree back, on the way I acquired a sign advertising the Rumble at the River. I was excited. Sadly I dropped it when we saw the cops so they didn't question us. But do not worry, much to the protest of Bree and I, Nathan attempted to suggest stealing every single thing we passed from broken fences, to street signs, to display items in front of Ace Hardware. But do not worry we made it home and I instantly passed out, full and happy.
Sunday I woke up, kind of early? Had kickass pancakes and spent most of the day at the library with Matt (not in the same bed), working on stuff and attempting to write my paper.FAIL. So none the less while I could have finished the paper in an hour I ended up staying up until 2am. I was very tiered today, but it was done and turned in and everyone is happy.
I get to go do a photo shoot for intramural sports now...we will see how that goes.
Peace Out!
So Saturday we wake early for our tour and after overcoming the initial feeling of wanting to vomit I made it through. On the walk back Matt and I were discussing the massive mess that awaited us on our return to Apt. 212 and so I decided that it was time to suck it up and deal with it, so we swing by CVS, grab some cleaning supplies and head home were we scrub Apt. 212 to a new level of clean...it still shocks. As we also released the cleaning beast within Nathan we were able to clean are apartment more than we ever thought possible. We then collapsed, but oh shit it was 5PM and we had made dinner plans and so off we ventured for some of the best food I have had all summer and cupcakes! Hopefully there will be a repeat very, very, very soon. Like right now. But we did manage to catch a nap when we returned home.
Around 9ish Matt, Nathan, Bree and I headed over to the Blumpkinn (it's a house, it's not what you think) and met Aud
ree upon our arrival. Callen seemed excited we finally arrived, I mean he was having a great time with Kristen and Kristel. Allison and Nick rounded it out and we got started. We played the longest game of Kings, Circle of Death...whatever you want to call it, in history. But that is what you get for putting several of us in one room. And now that Nathan and I have successfully introduced cluster to everyone we know several extremely intense games happened and we probably left that place a mess. (Allison was good and thus I got screwed over a lot because I was right by her, though not nearly as bad as Audree and Melissa?)Then in a smart collegiate move we finished off a handle of vodka, straight from the bottle. You know the kind of stuff your mom told you not to do when you went to college (Sorry
mom :-
)!)
and made our way to Brick Street (I protested to deaf ears...FML!)
Brick Street was okay?, we pretty much stayed outside and off the STD ridden floor as much as possible. Afterward Bree, Nathan and I walked Audree back, on the way I acquired a sign advertising the Rumble at the River. I was excited. Sadly I dropped it when we saw the cops so they didn't question us. But do not worry, much to the protest of Bree and I, Nathan attempted to suggest stealing every single thing we passed from broken fences, to street signs, to display items in front of Ace Hardware. But do not worry we made it home and I instantly passed out, full and happy.
Sunday I woke up, kind of early? Had kickass pancakes and spent most of the day at the library with Matt (not in the same bed), working on stuff and attempting to write my paper.FAIL. So none the less while I could have finished the paper in an hour I ended up staying up until 2am. I was very tiered today, but it was done and turned in and everyone is happy.
I get to go do a photo shoot for intramural sports now...we will see how that goes.
Peace Out!
Post 100???
I have no idea how many posts we have, much like my lack of knowledge of the day of the week or the exact time. I am pretty sure it is a week day and judging from the sky it is late afternoon. But it has been rainy all afternoon.
I had a pretty good day so far. I got up early to go to the rec. It hurt a lot, but after that I went back to bed. Lunch was had, then turning in stuff for financial aid, then over to Nicole's to begin our expedition.
Our trip started out uneventfully. There was little traffic and the back country roads were quite enjoyable. It was a lovely drive. WE SAW THE OSCAR MEYER WIENER MOBILE!!! I want it.
On the way back I explored a little road that I have always wanted to go down. I went about half a mile and came to a turn and a gate and chickened out. People who live on roads like that have guns and I wanted to get home.
This evening the members of Apt. 212 are going to become the faces of Miami Intramurals when we partake in a promotional photo shoot. I am really looking forward to this. Maybe I will even let you all know how it goes...maybe.
I had a pretty good day so far. I got up early to go to the rec. It hurt a lot, but after that I went back to bed. Lunch was had, then turning in stuff for financial aid, then over to Nicole's to begin our expedition.
Our trip started out uneventfully. There was little traffic and the back country roads were quite enjoyable. It was a lovely drive. WE SAW THE OSCAR MEYER WIENER MOBILE!!! I want it.
On the way back I explored a little road that I have always wanted to go down. I went about half a mile and came to a turn and a gate and chickened out. People who live on roads like that have guns and I wanted to get home.
This evening the members of Apt. 212 are going to become the faces of Miami Intramurals when we partake in a promotional photo shoot. I am really looking forward to this. Maybe I will even let you all know how it goes...maybe.
If you want to be my lover....
So what a weekend. Molly Dull and Nathan came to visit the wonderfulness of Apt. 212 and well let's just say Molly just about died when she stepped into the fabled Apt. 212. The excitement was too much to handle.
Friday, after touring to a bunch of architects, I met up with Molly and Nathan. We ventured back home and took Matt with us on a Kroger shopping experience. After deciding we would make pizza, we set out to the explore the newly rearranged Kroger..WTF I know, but finally after a number of small arguments (and some that caused people to stare.) we made it back to 212, after pickin
g up Adam and began the pizza making process (Bree, Courtney and Eric came too). We all made our own personal pizza...all which were ballin' and drank some, which eventually would lead into the need for a corkscrew for the wine drinker out there. We then quickly cleaned the kitchen under mass peer pressure and commenced several exciting games of clusterf*ck. What's that you say? Don't worry about it, I will teach you sometime. We then realize around 7:30pm that maybe we started a bit to early and stop for a break, some people may have napped. But do not worry but 9pm we were back on our feet for another round. It ended with the majority of those in 212 dancing around and sadly singing to spice girls.
Matt, Bree, Christine and I ventured up town, drank some fake shots and then ventured to Skippers. It was there that we were reunited with Molly, Nathan and Adam and because it was Skippers you also have to run into every other single person you know. Including Mike Eilers and I was happy forever. We hung out until about 2 and then decided we needed to go home. Molly was sleepy (she goes to Loyola and apparently can not keep up with us Miami kids but I think we are training her well.)
So on the walk back Bree and I are walking ahead while everyone else takes their sweet ass time. Around Walnut and Poplar we see a girl crawling around on the ground attempting to burn stuff with a lighter. Bree informs me that it is a zombie and we should quickly cross the street and we do. However the second we make it this deranged women realizes that there are people near gets off the grounds runs across the street and up to us. She informs us that this guy she has been hooking up with for 3 years was not faithful and she needed me to find him (his lighter or something) and hands me the lighter in her hand and says we need to take it. I do and she stumbles off around a corner(Bree is stilled convinced she is a zombie). I instantly drop the lighter (at the time I think I thought it was cursed) and as we nervously approach the corner we see that she has vanished. Bree and I are thoroughly freaked out and rush home, meanwhile the other three (aka Molly) are running through sprinklers, completely oblivious that there are zombies one the lose. WTF! I pass out quickly after listening to Molly trying to make Nathan as comfortably as possible by insisting Matt brings him a blanket. Oh well....
July 20, 1944 – Franklin D. Roosevelt wins the Democratic Party nomination for the fourth and final time at the 1944 Democratic National Convention in Chicago, Illinois.
Friday, after touring to a bunch of architects, I met up with Molly and Nathan. We ventured back home and took Matt with us on a Kroger shopping experience. After deciding we would make pizza, we set out to the explore the newly rearranged Kroger..WTF I know, but finally after a number of small arguments (and some that caused people to stare.) we made it back to 212, after pickin
g up Adam and began the pizza making process (Bree, Courtney and Eric came too). We all made our own personal pizza...all which were ballin' and drank some, which eventually would lead into the need for a corkscrew for the wine drinker out there. We then quickly cleaned the kitchen under mass peer pressure and commenced several exciting games of clusterf*ck. What's that you say? Don't worry about it, I will teach you sometime. We then realize around 7:30pm that maybe we started a bit to early and stop for a break, some people may have napped. But do not worry but 9pm we were back on our feet for another round. It ended with the majority of those in 212 dancing around and sadly singing to spice girls.Matt, Bree, Christine and I ventured up town, drank some fake shots and then ventured to Skippers. It was there that we were reunited with Molly, Nathan and Adam and because it was Skippers you also have to run into every other single person you know. Including Mike Eilers and I was happy forever. We hung out until about 2 and then decided we needed to go home. Molly was sleepy (she goes to Loyola and apparently can not keep up with us Miami kids but I think we are training her well.)
So on the walk back Bree and I are walking ahead while everyone else takes their sweet ass time. Around Walnut and Poplar we see a girl crawling around on the ground attempting to burn stuff with a lighter. Bree informs me that it is a zombie and we should quickly cross the street and we do. However the second we make it this deranged women realizes that there are people near gets off the grounds runs across the street and up to us. She informs us that this guy she has been hooking up with for 3 years was not faithful and she needed me to find him (his lighter or something) and hands me the lighter in her hand and says we need to take it. I do and she stumbles off around a corner(Bree is stilled convinced she is a zombie). I instantly drop the lighter (at the time I think I thought it was cursed) and as we nervously approach the corner we see that she has vanished. Bree and I are thoroughly freaked out and rush home, meanwhile the other three (aka Molly) are running through sprinklers, completely oblivious that there are zombies one the lose. WTF! I pass out quickly after listening to Molly trying to make Nathan as comfortably as possible by insisting Matt brings him a blanket. Oh well....
July 20, 1944 – Franklin D. Roosevelt wins the Democratic Party nomination for the fourth and final time at the 1944 Democratic National Convention in Chicago, Illinois.
Sunday, July 19, 2009
Our Nathan of the Immaculate Apartment
I know most of you are avid readers and have already read part I of this III-part update, but if you haven't, do so.
After Molly left apt212 for some superawesomespectacular camp thing she's working at, several things happened. Matt and I gave tours, bringing my total number of tours given to five over a three day period. When we arrived at the CAB, I was pretty much over my small hangover from the night before, especially after waking up at 8am to prepare breakfast before Molly left. I think she doubted my sincerity when I said I would, but she doesn't understand the bond between me and my 8" non-stick skillet. It's quite strong.
While walking back from the CAB after touring, Matt suggested we finally invest in some mild cleaning supplies (i.e. Clorox wipes). We arrived back at apt212 to Nathan laying cockeyed on the futon, apparently quite comfortable, and decided to get some cleaning done. I also wanted to do some laundry, as my plan to wash clothes the evening before was shattered to tiny bits. So we set to work.
What I hadn't realized, however, was that Nathan is a cleaningfreak fanatic beast. I don't remember the exact order of how it went down, but apt212 went from looking like a clusterf**k to looking nice and picked up. Although Eric was saddened, no--angered, by the loss of 22 blue Solo cups, the necessary loss aided in our cleaning. I set to work scrubbing the floor of the kitchen (gross linoleum) with several Clorox wipes, all of which became pitch black. Nathan ran the vacuum, Matt wiped down the bathroom sinks (we have two) and some other furniture. We waited for some dishes to dry while I went to get my laundry from the basement.
I return to apt212 and Nathan is on a whole new kick; he's cleaning the stovetop, scrubbing the plates under the burners, and doing other over-the-top cleaning activities. We had awakened the beast. He probably cleaned for another hour and all we could do was watch. He turned yellowed buttoms back to their factory-issued white gleam, and now I can see myself in the kitchen sink. I almost can't wait to stand around in the kitchen.
Nathan: Official apt212 cleaning consultant
We headed to a friend's apartment for dinner, which was very good. It marked the longest-running streak of "wow, good food" that I had seen all summer. Afterwards, we headed back to apt212, watched some of Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire, then headed to an impromptu tour guide get-togther. We dragged Nathan and Bree with us...
...and you'll hear all about it in the final, penultimate post III of III to wrap up the weekend. Don't expect it until late tomorrow; we're leaving the library to head back to apt212, which is still without internet.
After Molly left apt212 for some superawesomespectacular camp thing she's working at, several things happened. Matt and I gave tours, bringing my total number of tours given to five over a three day period. When we arrived at the CAB, I was pretty much over my small hangover from the night before, especially after waking up at 8am to prepare breakfast before Molly left. I think she doubted my sincerity when I said I would, but she doesn't understand the bond between me and my 8" non-stick skillet. It's quite strong.
While walking back from the CAB after touring, Matt suggested we finally invest in some mild cleaning supplies (i.e. Clorox wipes). We arrived back at apt212 to Nathan laying cockeyed on the futon, apparently quite comfortable, and decided to get some cleaning done. I also wanted to do some laundry, as my plan to wash clothes the evening before was shattered to tiny bits. So we set to work.
What I hadn't realized, however, was that Nathan is a cleaning
I return to apt212 and Nathan is on a whole new kick; he's cleaning the stovetop, scrubbing the plates under the burners, and doing other over-the-top cleaning activities. We had awakened the beast. He probably cleaned for another hour and all we could do was watch. He turned yellowed buttoms back to their factory-issued white gleam, and now I can see myself in the kitchen sink. I almost can't wait to stand around in the kitchen.
Nathan: Official apt212 cleaning consultantWe headed to a friend's apartment for dinner, which was very good. It marked the longest-running streak of "wow, good food" that I had seen all summer. Afterwards, we headed back to apt212, watched some of Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire, then headed to an impromptu tour guide get-togther. We dragged Nathan and Bree with us...
...and you'll hear all about it in the final, penultimate post III of III to wrap up the weekend. Don't expect it until late tomorrow; we're leaving the library to head back to apt212, which is still without internet.
(440): I want to go uptown
So, as previously foretold, Molly Dull came to visit apt212 this weekend! She actually arrived to the science library on the floor above my lab, so she came down with Nathan and I gave them both a tour of the lab. I imagine they were impressed with how cool it was. I mean, most people are.
Anyway, we went to Kroger (with our environment-friendly reusable shopping bags, which saved us 9 cents) to get food for dinner which Molly and Nathan were to cook for us. We decided on pizzas, so we got all the necessary ingredients. Then we headed to "store #2," for "necessities."
Heading back to apt212, we set to work preparing dinner. Of course, desserts were handled first. Nathan began to make Jell-o shots (more on that later), while I began making pudding. "Pudding?" you ask? Yes, pudding. "What kind?" Pistachio. "Why?" Stop asking questions. I had the idea to replace some of the milk in the instant pudding directions with Bailey's Irish Cream. Result: EXCELLENCE. Matt Forrest didn't seem to care for it, but I think a different flavor would be more universally accepted. I'll probably try vanilla next time.
So the pizzas turned out gloriously, the pudding was a hit (with all but one), and it came time to try the dual-layer Lime/Berry Blast Jell-o shots. They were...interesting. Fairly potent and delivered in two doses (the top layer slid off of the first, leaving the "Ugh, it's not over yet?" thought lingering in our minds). Nathan and I agree that it was the tiny little extra vodka added "for kicks" that did it in. And maybe a rushed solidifying ("freezing") in the freezer, as opposed to the fridge. Oh well, live and learn.
Eventually, Ms. Molly Dull and Nathan set their eyes upon a bottle of wine they had brought, which was of course sealed with a cork. A synthetic cork, but a stopper nonetheless. One problem: apt212 does not own a corkscrew. Having noticed increased activity amongst our potentially shady neighbors, I propose we ask the neighbors to borrow one. I of course am volunteered to fetch said corkscrew, although I had no interest in the wine. So I drag Molly with me. We walk through the fire doors and see a sign reading "Bachelorette Party Here!" hanging on the door to our left. "They'll definitely have a corkscrew," Molly claims. I knock. "Come innnnn....it's opennn." Realizing that they may be anticipating strippers of the male variety, I open the door while proclaiming "We're not who you're expecting!!!" Looking into the room, we see four women in their late 20's wearing bright feather boas, fuzzy angel wings....it was rediculous. We explain our situation while Molly bonds with one of them over Chicago. Neat. We take the corkscrew back to apt212 and hope they won't make us "owe them" when we return it. Thankfully, it was given back without issue.
The rest of the night was a lot of fun. Highlights include Matt and I having drinks bought for us by a friend Bree who was drinking his sorrows away at 45East. When he demanded that we have shots, Matt and I tried to politely decline. Well he wouldn't hear it, so he made the girl bartending ask us what we wanted. Bree's friend stopped paying attention to us, so we told the bartender to make us something that looked convincing. I don't know if Matt or I have ever made Sprite and Grenadine look more badass. We played up our best "wow that burns" faces; it worked.
Other than that, Molly Dull kept texting me about how she was being made to drink at a party with Nathan. We eventually met up at Skippers, where I helped her onto a counter to sit, after convincing her she wouldn't be punished. Before we left, I went to Bagel & Deli for an onion bagel with cream cheese. Molly had agreeed to split it with me, but when I met back up with them, she wasn't quite in the mood for eating. So I got to eat the whole thing, which is never an issue.
The evening ended with us walking home and Molly running and dancing through the sprinklers. No one should be surprised by this. We fell asleep shortly after arriving home, and I made omelettes the next day, which I was told were very good. Come visit and I'll probably make you one too! Molly left, and we set to work cleaning apt212, which had been terrorized by a game called "Clusterf***k," which left many plastic Solo cups strewn about the floor. The cleaning was another story altogether, so look for that in the next post.
This is likely part I of III from this weekend. Get excited!
Anyway, we went to Kroger (with our environment-friendly reusable shopping bags, which saved us 9 cents) to get food for dinner which Molly and Nathan were to cook for us. We decided on pizzas, so we got all the necessary ingredients. Then we headed to "store #2," for "necessities."
Heading back to apt212, we set to work preparing dinner. Of course, desserts were handled first. Nathan began to make Jell-o shots (more on that later), while I began making pudding. "Pudding?" you ask? Yes, pudding. "What kind?" Pistachio. "Why?" Stop asking questions. I had the idea to replace some of the milk in the instant pudding directions with Bailey's Irish Cream. Result: EXCELLENCE. Matt Forrest didn't seem to care for it, but I think a different flavor would be more universally accepted. I'll probably try vanilla next time.
So the pizzas turned out gloriously, the pudding was a hit (with all but one), and it came time to try the dual-layer Lime/Berry Blast Jell-o shots. They were...interesting. Fairly potent and delivered in two doses (the top layer slid off of the first, leaving the "Ugh, it's not over yet?" thought lingering in our minds). Nathan and I agree that it was the tiny little extra vodka added "for kicks" that did it in. And maybe a rushed solidifying ("freezing") in the freezer, as opposed to the fridge. Oh well, live and learn.
Eventually, Ms. Molly Dull and Nathan set their eyes upon a bottle of wine they had brought, which was of course sealed with a cork. A synthetic cork, but a stopper nonetheless. One problem: apt212 does not own a corkscrew. Having noticed increased activity amongst our potentially shady neighbors, I propose we ask the neighbors to borrow one. I of course am volunteered to fetch said corkscrew, although I had no interest in the wine. So I drag Molly with me. We walk through the fire doors and see a sign reading "Bachelorette Party Here!" hanging on the door to our left. "They'll definitely have a corkscrew," Molly claims. I knock. "Come innnnn....it's opennn." Realizing that they may be anticipating strippers of the male variety, I open the door while proclaiming "We're not who you're expecting!!!" Looking into the room, we see four women in their late 20's wearing bright feather boas, fuzzy angel wings....it was rediculous. We explain our situation while Molly bonds with one of them over Chicago. Neat. We take the corkscrew back to apt212 and hope they won't make us "owe them" when we return it. Thankfully, it was given back without issue.
The rest of the night was a lot of fun. Highlights include Matt and I having drinks bought for us by a friend Bree who was drinking his sorrows away at 45East. When he demanded that we have shots, Matt and I tried to politely decline. Well he wouldn't hear it, so he made the girl bartending ask us what we wanted. Bree's friend stopped paying attention to us, so we told the bartender to make us something that looked convincing. I don't know if Matt or I have ever made Sprite and Grenadine look more badass. We played up our best "wow that burns" faces; it worked.
Other than that, Molly Dull kept texting me about how she was being made to drink at a party with Nathan. We eventually met up at Skippers, where I helped her onto a counter to sit, after convincing her she wouldn't be punished. Before we left, I went to Bagel & Deli for an onion bagel with cream cheese. Molly had agreeed to split it with me, but when I met back up with them, she wasn't quite in the mood for eating. So I got to eat the whole thing, which is never an issue.
The evening ended with us walking home and Molly running and dancing through the sprinklers. No one should be surprised by this. We fell asleep shortly after arriving home, and I made omelettes the next day, which I was told were very good. Come visit and I'll probably make you one too! Molly left, and we set to work cleaning apt212, which had been terrorized by a game called "Clusterf***k," which left many plastic Solo cups strewn about the floor. The cleaning was another story altogether, so look for that in the next post.
This is likely part I of III from this weekend. Get excited!
Road Trip!
I am going for a car ride tomorrow! Should be fun. Going to the Dayton airport to ship Nicole off. She is going somewhere to visit somebody I would imagine, but that is purely speculation. I'm jealous. Maybe she won't come back. We can only hope. It should be fun to let another person experience the absolute greatness that is Eric's driving. I'm an excellent driver.
The weekend was fun. You should have been here if you were not. Ryan and I rock at beer pong. We also played in the longest game ever. Nearly an hour of four people pathetically trying to throw small plastic balls into red plastic cups devolving into four people trying to knock plastic cups over with ping pong balls and failing miserably at every attempted task. The next two games were much more fun. 5 cups hit in the first turn was epic.
Hmm, bored already. I'll let you know how the car ride goes if we survive. Peace!
The weekend was fun. You should have been here if you were not. Ryan and I rock at beer pong. We also played in the longest game ever. Nearly an hour of four people pathetically trying to throw small plastic balls into red plastic cups devolving into four people trying to knock plastic cups over with ping pong balls and failing miserably at every attempted task. The next two games were much more fun. 5 cups hit in the first turn was epic.
Hmm, bored already. I'll let you know how the car ride goes if we survive. Peace!
News and Notes From Tahoe
So I spent today hiking around the lake and going to dinner and here is just a snippet of what I heard...
Son to Dad: What's Sex?
Dad: Ask your mother
Son: Mommy what's sex?
Mom: We're not discussing that now.
Waitress to 3 old gentlemen: How are you today?
Old gentleman: Horrible. This guy's wife left him. This guy has a sexually transmitted disease. And my dog died.
Waitress: I'm sorry to hear that can I get you anything to drink?
Old gentlemen: Just water.
Radio Host: This is the blues hour...now for some Green Day...bet you never thought you would hear that on a blues show.
Meanwhile, the lake is beautiful, the weather is even better and we found thousands of bluegill larvae today that we are gonna do experiments with tomorrow morning at 8AM.
Friday, July 17, 2009
Welcome to the Hotel 212...We have no idea where you're going to sleep.
By the latest count, there may be 6 guests visiting apt212 this evening. I found out about three of them this morning when I read the blog. Awesome.
Here's the guest list, as far as I know (and is probably subject to change):
1. Molly Dull! This has been a known fact for several weeks, and quite looking forward to reminiscing with my old rec soccer teammate (who I don't really remember all that well; should be interesting).
**Molly Dull is on top of me! By which I mean she just texted me and is in Brill Library, directly above my lab! I'm-a go visit!**
...
**Ok so I'm back and we may have an impromptu toga party tonight, inspired by James, whose toga party we won't be able to make it to.**
2. Nathan. We'd assumed he was staying with us, but I just heard for sure 3 minutes ago when I saw him with Molly.
3. Scotty. It's his birthday today (!) so unless he's staying with some mock-trialer that I didn't hear about, I assume he's with us.
4. Courtney. Eric's girlfriend, friend to many and future husband to one member of apt212 (the other Matt). It'll be good to see her.
5. Katie Blake. Seemingly Eric's only remaining friend from freshman year. I didn't really come along until sophomore year (Eric only made fun of my awful Zelda skills freshman year), but she's fun to hang out with.
6. Some other guy who is apparently dating #5 above. I have no idea who he is. Or where he'll sleep.
That's the guest list. Here are our sleeping accommodations: 2 beds, both occupied by Matt and Eric, respectively; 2 futons, one serves as my bed, the other is up for grabs; 1 couch, also up for grabs; a dirty floor, take it if you want it.
Needless to say, it should be an entertaining evening with a 21st birthday and too few beds/couches/futons. If you don't recognize the future blogging potential that this situation presents, you are probably 5 years old.
Wish us luck!
Here's the guest list, as far as I know (and is probably subject to change):
1. Molly Dull! This has been a known fact for several weeks, and quite looking forward to reminiscing with my old rec soccer teammate (who I don't really remember all that well; should be interesting).
**Molly Dull is on top of me! By which I mean she just texted me and is in Brill Library, directly above my lab! I'm-a go visit!**
...
**Ok so I'm back and we may have an impromptu toga party tonight, inspired by James, whose toga party we won't be able to make it to.**
2. Nathan. We'd assumed he was staying with us, but I just heard for sure 3 minutes ago when I saw him with Molly.
3. Scotty. It's his birthday today (!) so unless he's staying with some mock-trialer that I didn't hear about, I assume he's with us.
4. Courtney. Eric's girlfriend, friend to many and future husband to one member of apt212 (the other Matt). It'll be good to see her.
5. Katie Blake. Seemingly Eric's only remaining friend from freshman year. I didn't really come along until sophomore year (Eric only made fun of my awful Zelda skills freshman year), but she's fun to hang out with.
6. Some other guy who is apparently dating #5 above. I have no idea who he is. Or where he'll sleep.
That's the guest list. Here are our sleeping accommodations: 2 beds, both occupied by Matt and Eric, respectively; 2 futons, one serves as my bed, the other is up for grabs; 1 couch, also up for grabs; a dirty floor, take it if you want it.
Needless to say, it should be an entertaining evening with a 21st birthday and too few beds/couches/futons. If you don't recognize the future blogging potential that this situation presents, you are probably 5 years old.
Wish us luck!
Thursday, July 16, 2009
There are So Many Frickin People Coming this Weekend!
I hope all these people have places to stay. Katie is coming!!! And Courtney! And I think Katie is bringing Ryan. Also, some girl named Molly Dull too, should be fun. That's all I wanted to say. There are only so many beds around. Speaking of which, I should be heading that way soon. Work in the morning.
Greetings From Tahoe
Hey everyone. I'm in Tahoe right now. The weather for the next 10 days is 80 and sunny with no chance of rain.
After 3 flights we finally made it to Reno in the afternoon yesterday, but they had given our rental car away. So they got a driver to take us to another Enterprise rent a car and from there we went to 3 different sporting goods stores to find oars for our inflatable raft.
We then stopped at a Boston Market, which is just flat out amazing food and made it up to Tahoe and crashed.
Today the work started. We were up by 7 and spent the day taking UV profiles around the lake. While it may not sound exciting, everyone kept asking us what we were doing. Everyone out here is a lake junky, so they love when they see scientists.
Tonight we're going out for Mexican food, and then we found a tightrope outside, so we're gonna see if we can learn to be circus performers.
Post number 90...I think that is a cause for a celebration
I almost died this morning in a wild animal attack...I do not have time to tell of this epic tale right now, but hopefully I have held your attention long enough for you to check back around 5:00PM to see what happened.
Ok so here it goes...When Animals almost Attack
So I am on my way to work casually walking down Spring St and I pass the PhiKap house like always. Well they have a area with a lot of trees and growth on the East side of the house (which I never noticed until today) and as I am about 10 steps from it, out walks a full grow buck, antlers and all. It stops, I freeze, it looks at me. At this moment I realize that if this beast decides to charge I am done for and there is no way in hell I could ever think of out running a deer. I remain frozen as it continues to stare at me. And then I just about piss my pants as it takes two steps forward, time basically slows down to a dead halt, the beast has advanced. I have no idea where to go and begin shifting my eyes frantically for an escape route, careful to move or hyperventilate when I realize there is no way out. It scratches the ground with its hooves in that "I'm going to do something motion." and it charges, I fall back thinking I am done for, it veers left across the street off into the distance, never to be see again (well not after falling in an attempt to gain footing on the pavement). I take a deep breath and continue on in shock about what has just happened.
Nothing else in my day could live up to that. I am off to give a night tour but you now know that I am safe.
Molly Dull comes tomorrow!!!!!
PEACE OUT!
Ok so here it goes...When Animals almost Attack
So I am on my way to work casually walking down Spring St and I pass the PhiKap house like always. Well they have a area with a lot of trees and growth on the East side of the house (which I never noticed until today) and as I am about 10 steps from it, out walks a full grow buck, antlers and all. It stops, I freeze, it looks at me. At this moment I realize that if this beast decides to charge I am done for and there is no way in hell I could ever think of out running a deer. I remain frozen as it continues to stare at me. And then I just about piss my pants as it takes two steps forward, time basically slows down to a dead halt, the beast has advanced. I have no idea where to go and begin shifting my eyes frantically for an escape route, careful to move or hyperventilate when I realize there is no way out. It scratches the ground with its hooves in that "I'm going to do something motion." and it charges, I fall back thinking I am done for, it veers left across the street off into the distance, never to be see again (well not after falling in an attempt to gain footing on the pavement). I take a deep breath and continue on in shock about what has just happened.
Nothing else in my day could live up to that. I am off to give a night tour but you now know that I am safe.
Molly Dull comes tomorrow!!!!!
PEACE OUT!
Any man caught dawdling will be shot on sight.
Muppet Treasure Island is a great movie. So many classic characters, and such great dialogue.
-Here you go, your bread and water for the day.
-But I ordered shrimp scampi!
So I am at the library again. I am here to activate my new phone, but I didn't bring the instructions. I am anticipating it going well. After I do this I will prolly venture back to Hamilton to see if they will transfer my contacts for me. Then maybe finally get to the plasma place. Who knows.
-Beware lads! Beware.
-What, the one-legged man?
-Aye. But also, beware runnin' with scissors or any other pointy object. It's all good fun, until somebody loses an - Ahhhh!
Its really nice out right now. With my luck by the time I get back it will be cloudy. Boo. My looking like a guy from 300 is going alright. We will have to see after more than a day if it is coming along. 24 hours doesn't make much difference.
-I've gone way beyond afraid. Right now I'm somewhere between bedwetting and a near death experience.
-Here you go, your bread and water for the day.
-But I ordered shrimp scampi!
So I am at the library again. I am here to activate my new phone, but I didn't bring the instructions. I am anticipating it going well. After I do this I will prolly venture back to Hamilton to see if they will transfer my contacts for me. Then maybe finally get to the plasma place. Who knows.
-Beware lads! Beware.
-What, the one-legged man?
-Aye. But also, beware runnin' with scissors or any other pointy object. It's all good fun, until somebody loses an - Ahhhh!
Its really nice out right now. With my luck by the time I get back it will be cloudy. Boo. My looking like a guy from 300 is going alright. We will have to see after more than a day if it is coming along. 24 hours doesn't make much difference.
-I've gone way beyond afraid. Right now I'm somewhere between bedwetting and a near death experience.
Wednesday, July 15, 2009
Your call is very important to us...please continue to hold
I'm on hold...they are playing dumb country music (in a shrill voice - you give me the bye bye baby blues)...this is why I always put off calling help centers because it is an absolutely miserable experience. I kind of hate everything right now because of it...
So yesterday was pretty exciting, work all day and class and then home. All in preparation for Harry Potter 6. Matt got back (Eric apparently was playing with raccoons) and for the first time in my life I went Frisbee golfing with Matt(this is too say I have never Frisbee golfed before with Matt or anyone) and well I survived and didn't do terrible all the time - I think soon I will be able to make it to decent (aka only throw the Frisbee in the woods 5 times). We had to play behind, stupid, stupider and stupidest...it was not fun waiting for they to continually suck at life...but otherwise it was a great experience and well yeah.
Then Matt and I hung around for a bit...he took pictures of campus and arrived home...wait what's that late? So Matt, Kristen, Kristel, Audree, Laura and I ventured to Harry Potter 6 at the Princess at 10:30 and get in line (I AM NO LONGER ON HOLD!!!!!!!) behind everyone, a good mix of adults, children and Miami Students, the whole town showed up. So we get in line (late because of someone) and begin to get nervous that we may not get in and begin making plans of escape...because if nothing else Kristel and I are committed to seeing this. It was elaborate and at one point involved a hot air balloon, but more on that another time. The manager guy keeps coming by and nervously counting how many people there are. We are finally near the front of the line and we hear the manager go..."How many are in your party"..."3? okay good"....He finally reaches us..."How many are in your party?"...we respond 6...He sighs, we get nervous..."Is everyone here"...we say yes..."Exactly 6"...yes once again with nervous glances all around..."Ok well after you six we will have 0 tickets left"....we are shocked....Kristen talks of playing the lottery...the girls behind us are crying...we're too scared to even look at the angry mob in the back...exactly 6 tickets left and exactly 6 of us...some would call it magic but that might be too corny considering the circumstances...we make it into the theater and settle down spread all through out...with all the seats basically taken we were lucky to find two next to each other and then Kristel and I quickly realize we are watching the movie with half of Oxford and though I am adamantly against saying this usually...they perpetuated the townie stereotype.
The movie ends and I know there will be a lot of mixed reviews, but I didn't think it was that bad, yes it could of been better, but for Hollywood they did okay. And just so you know this is coming from one of the most adamant Harry Potter fans you will ever meet...so my word carries weight.
I did not have to tour yet again today...but will 4 times in the next 3 days. Oh well off to do homework so I can have a fun week.
My sister's decided I would be in Ravenclaw and I decided I was cool with that...look we can't all be in Gryffindor and odds are most of you would not be...sorry to break the news but be realistic the other three Houses need people too.
Peace out!
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So yesterday was pretty exciting, work all day and class and then home. All in preparation for Harry Potter 6. Matt got back (Eric apparently was playing with raccoons) and for the first time in my life I went Frisbee golfing with Matt(this is too say I have never Frisbee golfed before with Matt or anyone) and well I survived and didn't do terrible all the time - I think soon I will be able to make it to decent (aka only throw the Frisbee in the woods 5 times). We had to play behind, stupid, stupider and stupidest...it was not fun waiting for they to continually suck at life...but otherwise it was a great experience and well yeah.
Then Matt and I hung around for a bit...he took pictures of campus and arrived home...wait what's that late? So Matt, Kristen, Kristel, Audree, Laura and I ventured to Harry Potter 6 at the Princess at 10:30 and get in line (I AM NO LONGER ON HOLD!!!!!!!) behind everyone, a good mix of adults, children and Miami Students, the whole town showed up. So we get in line (late because of someone) and begin to get nervous that we may not get in and begin making plans of escape...because if nothing else Kristel and I are committed to seeing this. It was elaborate and at one point involved a hot air balloon, but more on that another time. The manager guy keeps coming by and nervously counting how many people there are. We are finally near the front of the line and we hear the manager go..."How many are in your party"..."3? okay good"....He finally reaches us..."How many are in your party?"...we respond 6...He sighs, we get nervous..."Is everyone here"...we say yes..."Exactly 6"...yes once again with nervous glances all around..."Ok well after you six we will have 0 tickets left"....we are shocked....Kristen talks of playing the lottery...the girls behind us are crying...we're too scared to even look at the angry mob in the back...exactly 6 tickets left and exactly 6 of us...some would call it magic but that might be too corny considering the circumstances...we make it into the theater and settle down spread all through out...with all the seats basically taken we were lucky to find two next to each other and then Kristel and I quickly realize we are watching the movie with half of Oxford and though I am adamantly against saying this usually...they perpetuated the townie stereotype.
The movie ends and I know there will be a lot of mixed reviews, but I didn't think it was that bad, yes it could of been better, but for Hollywood they did okay. And just so you know this is coming from one of the most adamant Harry Potter fans you will ever meet...so my word carries weight.
I did not have to tour yet again today...but will 4 times in the next 3 days. Oh well off to do homework so I can have a fun week.
My sister's decided I would be in Ravenclaw and I decided I was cool with that...look we can't all be in Gryffindor and odds are most of you would not be...sorry to break the news but be realistic the other three Houses need people too.
Peace out!
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Apparently Raccoons Like Shrimp
I know you're all excited for this one! You're thinking "It's been so long!", "Eric's posts are great!", and "I am so tired of the mindless drivel the rest of the guys put on here" etc. And how about that title, huh? I'm intrigued for sure.
It has been quite some time since I last posted so two things are inevitable:
1. I am not going to remember what I have told you already
2. I don't care
Two was going to be something else, but the above seemed more true.
This morning from 12 to 2 was pretty eventful. I failed at reaching my goal of 500 miles on a tank of gas and didn't even reach my fall back of 450. I went 417 miles on less than 9.8 gallons of fuel, an average of 42mpg. Thus, assuming the manual is not lying to me (I don't trust it, damn teenagers), and assuming one time I don't pansy out, I should be able to go 540 miles on a full 12.8 gallons. I am sure I could have gone farther last night, but after the raccoon incident I didn't feel like pressing my luck.
What raccoon incident you say? Last night I went to Applebee's for dinner and got double crunch shrimp. Now since I had an appetizer and two sides and always forget that I don't really like breaded shrimp, I had plenty left over for a box. I put this box in my car with the windows down when I went into the house for the evening. (Many of you are already cringing I'm sure) When I decided to leave at like 12:30am I noticed strange crumbs on top of my car, thinking nothing of it I got in and noticed that the box was open and missing most of the shrimp. On the passenger seat-back, right above the box were the shadows of dirty paw prints on my windshield. The pieces fell into place. I got out my mini LED flashlight and searched the car. There were no other signs of entry or egress other than a ton of greasy prints on the side-view mirror where the little bastard made the tricky transition from the window to the hood. I didn't really want to eat that shrimp anyway.
What else has happened recently?
Oh, Court and I decided that I should go as a guy from 300 for Halloween. I told her that she has some work to do too, if I am going to look like that. Surprisingly I am still living.
Monday was an intense day. I got up at 5:30 and went to the Rec. Then I slept for a bit before going to Hamilton to get a new phone (4th times the charm!). I hate Hamilton. Then back home to lay out for a while. Planned volleyball. All our efforts garnered 5 people, luckily the Austrians came through in the clutch and we had a great game. We even had music compliments of me and my parking on the grass next to the court (with some reluctance and a good amount of freaking out every time a Miami vehicle drove by. Apparently they only care if you park in a lot). I feel like Nicole is more bored than I am, cause even when we only had 3 people she was all for taking a little car ride over to see if anyone else was there already. We love volleyball.
My new phone came FedEx today. I have a good feeling about this one. Starting with the fact that I passed the delivery person in the hall as I was leaving. Perfect timing. I can't believe they have sent me the same phone 4 times.
A Raccoon was in my car!!! WTF!
Hope you enjoyed this one. I'll try not to abandon you for that long again.
Love
It has been quite some time since I last posted so two things are inevitable:
1. I am not going to remember what I have told you already
2. I don't care
Two was going to be something else, but the above seemed more true.
This morning from 12 to 2 was pretty eventful. I failed at reaching my goal of 500 miles on a tank of gas and didn't even reach my fall back of 450. I went 417 miles on less than 9.8 gallons of fuel, an average of 42mpg. Thus, assuming the manual is not lying to me (I don't trust it, damn teenagers), and assuming one time I don't pansy out, I should be able to go 540 miles on a full 12.8 gallons. I am sure I could have gone farther last night, but after the raccoon incident I didn't feel like pressing my luck.
What raccoon incident you say? Last night I went to Applebee's for dinner and got double crunch shrimp. Now since I had an appetizer and two sides and always forget that I don't really like breaded shrimp, I had plenty left over for a box. I put this box in my car with the windows down when I went into the house for the evening. (Many of you are already cringing I'm sure) When I decided to leave at like 12:30am I noticed strange crumbs on top of my car, thinking nothing of it I got in and noticed that the box was open and missing most of the shrimp. On the passenger seat-back, right above the box were the shadows of dirty paw prints on my windshield. The pieces fell into place. I got out my mini LED flashlight and searched the car. There were no other signs of entry or egress other than a ton of greasy prints on the side-view mirror where the little bastard made the tricky transition from the window to the hood. I didn't really want to eat that shrimp anyway.
What else has happened recently?
Oh, Court and I decided that I should go as a guy from 300 for Halloween. I told her that she has some work to do too, if I am going to look like that. Surprisingly I am still living.
Monday was an intense day. I got up at 5:30 and went to the Rec. Then I slept for a bit before going to Hamilton to get a new phone (4th times the charm!). I hate Hamilton. Then back home to lay out for a while. Planned volleyball. All our efforts garnered 5 people, luckily the Austrians came through in the clutch and we had a great game. We even had music compliments of me and my parking on the grass next to the court (with some reluctance and a good amount of freaking out every time a Miami vehicle drove by. Apparently they only care if you park in a lot). I feel like Nicole is more bored than I am, cause even when we only had 3 people she was all for taking a little car ride over to see if anyone else was there already. We love volleyball.
My new phone came FedEx today. I have a good feeling about this one. Starting with the fact that I passed the delivery person in the hall as I was leaving. Perfect timing. I can't believe they have sent me the same phone 4 times.
A Raccoon was in my car!!! WTF!
Hope you enjoyed this one. I'll try not to abandon you for that long again.
Love
Monday, July 13, 2009
Weekend Update!
And unfortunately, Jimmy Fallon isn't here to help me out. However! It was a great weekend here in Oxford, you should be jealous you didn't get to participate with us. Unless you did, in which case, congratulations and you're welcome.
Matt already gave a pretty good recounting of the tour guide "Pool Party Extravaganza" that he and I hosted at our apartment. Eric managed to sleep through the type A personalities fighting to be heard in the living room. I say give him 2 points. I feel like I should also add that not only were we wrapped in towels when we entered the Recreational Sports Center, but one Laura Flamm was wrapped in a stolen African blanket. And before you go all humanitarian on her ass, it was technically a stolen "South African Airlines" blanket. Tour guides never take from the needy.
Anyway, the night before the Extravaganza, I was in Hueston Woods with several members of my lab, as well as their husbands/wives/boyfriends/girlfriends (By the way, have you heard I'm single?). It was a lot of fun. I got to play with Theresa's baby (who kept giving me dead leaves; in an attempt to return the favor, I recieved my leaves back, regifted), and had a beer with Ni, my research lab mentor for the past two years. Also included was a grad student who had TA's Mike's general chemistry lab two years ago when we were sophomores. He was really cool, and backed me up when I said that all the Cubs fans I knew were rediculous. Nelson, the husband of another researcher from our lab, was the cook for the evening. According to his wife, his favorite dish is "meat with a side of meat." Needless to say, I wasn't surprised when I was served two spicy bratwurst as an appetizer. With onions. Yum. Could it get any better?
HELL YES. Next up was steak wrapped in bacon and topped with portabello mushroom. Apparently heaven is heavily wooded with a large lake and a lodge-style hotel. The steak was absolutely amazing. And to cap off the meal, an amazing cake baked by a Japanese post-doc's wife, featuring more strawberries than I've ever seen crammed into a cake. After cake, I taught Ni how to make s'mores. Apparently in China, where Ni is from, the translation of the word they use for "marshmellow" is "cotton sugar." I wonder what they call cotton candy...? Anyway, I got Ni hooked on s'mores, and then he took me back to apt212, as it was quite dark.
In other news, I beat Eric in Frisbee golf yesterday (by 6 points, not the 17-point blowout that had been suggested), though he played well, went running (partly with Eric, until he "got bored), and then woke up at 5:30 (albiet not as planned to the sound of the THX Movie Intro [i.e. Deep Note]) and went to the rec with Eric, who was made quite tired. Then I did a bunch of sciencey stuff all day at work.
Oh, this was funny/clever/I think you'll like it. At church on Sunday, there was a visiting priest from New York, and as part of his mass closing, left us with this "Irish Proverb." I liked it, and will share with you:
"As you slide down the banister of life, may the splinters always point the other way."
Matt already gave a pretty good recounting of the tour guide "Pool Party Extravaganza" that he and I hosted at our apartment. Eric managed to sleep through the type A personalities fighting to be heard in the living room. I say give him 2 points. I feel like I should also add that not only were we wrapped in towels when we entered the Recreational Sports Center, but one Laura Flamm was wrapped in a stolen African blanket. And before you go all humanitarian on her ass, it was technically a stolen "South African Airlines" blanket. Tour guides never take from the needy.
Anyway, the night before the Extravaganza, I was in Hueston Woods with several members of my lab, as well as their husbands/wives/boyfriends/girlfriends (By the way, have you heard I'm single?). It was a lot of fun. I got to play with Theresa's baby (who kept giving me dead leaves; in an attempt to return the favor, I recieved my leaves back, regifted), and had a beer with Ni, my research lab mentor for the past two years. Also included was a grad student who had TA's Mike's general chemistry lab two years ago when we were sophomores. He was really cool, and backed me up when I said that all the Cubs fans I knew were rediculous. Nelson, the husband of another researcher from our lab, was the cook for the evening. According to his wife, his favorite dish is "meat with a side of meat." Needless to say, I wasn't surprised when I was served two spicy bratwurst as an appetizer. With onions. Yum. Could it get any better?
HELL YES. Next up was steak wrapped in bacon and topped with portabello mushroom. Apparently heaven is heavily wooded with a large lake and a lodge-style hotel. The steak was absolutely amazing. And to cap off the meal, an amazing cake baked by a Japanese post-doc's wife, featuring more strawberries than I've ever seen crammed into a cake. After cake, I taught Ni how to make s'mores. Apparently in China, where Ni is from, the translation of the word they use for "marshmellow" is "cotton sugar." I wonder what they call cotton candy...? Anyway, I got Ni hooked on s'mores, and then he took me back to apt212, as it was quite dark.
In other news, I beat Eric in Frisbee golf yesterday (by 6 points, not the 17-point blowout that had been suggested), though he played well, went running (partly with Eric, until he "got bored), and then woke up at 5:30 (albiet not as planned to the sound of the THX Movie Intro [i.e. Deep Note]) and went to the rec with Eric, who was made quite tired. Then I did a bunch of sciencey stuff all day at work.
Oh, this was funny/clever/I think you'll like it. At church on Sunday, there was a visiting priest from New York, and as part of his mass closing, left us with this "Irish Proverb." I liked it, and will share with you:
"As you slide down the banister of life, may the splinters always point the other way."
This is the 85th Post on our blog....
Can I state, just to clarify some things that I take a lot of offense to what you wrote Mike. I am not lazy, I am extremely active, actually don't I get complaints (maybe some from you?) that I am over involved. I was tired that day, it had been a long day and thus I was struggling to stay awake no less play sand volley ball for a hour and a half. I tried my hardest and I believe Eric and I showed you what we were made of when we were challenged, actually maybe kicked you ass...I mean I'm not going to talk or anything. So next time when we are all well rested then you can go off to the zoo and name lynx...highly offended. Phew now that I got that out (you know I love you mike cohen!)
I just finished a 2+ hours geography exam, my hand is cramped but I think I did pretty well. This should be an exciting week. Visitors are coming this weekend...including one miss molly dull who is an avid reader and Harry Potter comes out this week. I may have just finished the 6th book and well I only wish they could make movies as well as JK Rowling could write. For all of you out there who think it is just a child book, you clearly do not understand literature. Matt Smola said I was a fanatic and I will not disagree. My sister Debbie in reference to the movie texted me worried today saying "I'm scared they messed it up though. Youtube Harry Potter and the half blood prince i killed Sirius. Figure out whats going on when you get the chance." Needless to say she was not happy, neither was I, the books are too amazing to be destroyed by Hollywood for the enjoyment of those who will not pick up the book. My friend Katie just put it best "Twilight is all sappy romance, HP is the perfect action-adventure, romance, fairy tale, coming of age conglomeration of awesomeness..." There was more I do not feel like writing. None the less, the movie does look cool and I am interested to see how it pans out even if it does not match the book.
Now I really want to read the 7th again...ahhhh
Oh well - I am freaking out about the GRE.
Peace Out!
1923 – The Hollywood Sign is officially dedicated in the hills above Hollywood, Los Angeles. It originally reads "Hollywoodland " but the four last letters are dropped after renovation in 1949.
I just finished a 2+ hours geography exam, my hand is cramped but I think I did pretty well. This should be an exciting week. Visitors are coming this weekend...including one miss molly dull who is an avid reader and Harry Potter comes out this week. I may have just finished the 6th book and well I only wish they could make movies as well as JK Rowling could write. For all of you out there who think it is just a child book, you clearly do not understand literature. Matt Smola said I was a fanatic and I will not disagree. My sister Debbie in reference to the movie texted me worried today saying "I'm scared they messed it up though. Youtube Harry Potter and the half blood prince i killed Sirius. Figure out whats going on when you get the chance." Needless to say she was not happy, neither was I, the books are too amazing to be destroyed by Hollywood for the enjoyment of those who will not pick up the book. My friend Katie just put it best "Twilight is all sappy romance, HP is the perfect action-adventure, romance, fairy tale, coming of age conglomeration of awesomeness..." There was more I do not feel like writing. None the less, the movie does look cool and I am interested to see how it pans out even if it does not match the book.
Now I really want to read the 7th again...ahhhh
Oh well - I am freaking out about the GRE.
Peace Out!
1923 – The Hollywood Sign is officially dedicated in the hills above Hollywood, Los Angeles. It originally reads "Hollywoodland " but the four last letters are dropped after renovation in 1949.
I'm not slacking Matt Forrest
I'm not slacking. I have just been getting ready for Tahoe. The weekend shaped up pretty well.
Thursday was real good 212 bonding. But the best part of the volleyball game Matt Forrest described was the 2 fawns that came blasting out of the woods on the far end of the field. No sooner did they get halfway through the field when Mama Deer started sprinting after them. As we watched I mentioned to Matt Forrest how funny it would be if the Mama deer stopped, saw us, and charged. At that exact moment, the Mama stopped and stared at us. It then sprinted after her fawns once again.
Friday was an interesting day too. I went to the zoo with Bree and we saw the baby tigers and baby lynx. There were 4 lynx in the cage. There was one that was hyper and bouncing around all over the place. I named that one Mike after myself. Then there was one playing with a mouse that it had caught. That one was Matt. The 3rd lynx was stalking "Matt" and waiting to pounce and steal the mouse. That lynx was Eric. The lazy mouse that was lying around exhibiting no effort whatsoever was Matt Forrest (As exhibited in Thursday's Apt 212 volleyball extravaganza sans Austrians). Later Bree and I went to see the different species of monkeys. We were with a bunch of kids when all of a sudden one monkey started feeling the other one's butt. No sooner were they having sex in front of a bunch of children. Moms were appalled and scrambling to cover their children's eyes. Fathers were laughing hysterically.
Saturday was uneventful. I went out with Bree and some of her friends for dinner, but then came back because I wasn't doing so hot. As I walked back from Brick street with the 212 contingent we discussed chimneys. There are some houses in Oxford with 3 chimneys. If you're bored one day you can take the chimney tour.
Sunday was a good day. I played volleyball on amazing sand at college suites and swam in their pool before returning to the Fox and Hounds pool where I was out with Bree, her friend Allie, Eric, Matt, Andy, Nicole, and friends. Matt had a beautiful butterfly land on his trunks. I went to Walmart at night to get some new medication that may solve this thing. It appears that I may have really bad acid reflux.
Going to Tahoe Wednesday morning. You may not hear from me until then, but plenty of stories to come.
Sunday, July 12, 2009
Today was a boring day in History, but that does not mean my weekend was
So it has been awhile but for some reason unknown to me, the end of my week was kind of busy.
I toured 4 times from Wednesday until today so that kept stuff kind of interesting and we find ourselves hanging out with the tour guides a lot, but hey you have to do something to fill your time (okay and they are fun to be around.)
The CAACURH regional board was in town so I did get to connect with a good amount of my friends on Thursday after a hour and a half long game of volleyball. Because no one else showed we had some real good Apt 212 bonding (OK well Andy and Nicole finally came at the end but they were an hour late so whatever). And I hung out at Skippers for awhile Thursday night as well because it finally meant that I could run into Shannon after weekends of missing each other.
Friday was a whole lot of tour, work, tour, work fun. In the honors office we are beginning to plan for the next recruiting season (FUN!) and working on a research project (aka I will get published!). Friday night I drove with Caitlin to West Chester to meet up with some ASB kids (the people I went on Spring Break with). After driving through torrential rainfall, getting lost several times, we finally made it to hang out, play some intense Jenga (28 rows and two blocks - beat it, oh right you can't), some great food, catch phrases, bird watching? and just making fun of each other in general because well that is how we show our love.
Saturday was an interesting day. A early morning 11AM tour in torrential rain, that ended about 30min in and resulted in the best tour I have ever given. One parent said and I quote "You give the best tours and that shows some great skills and public speaking skills, walking backwards and sharing all of this at the same time." Afterwards we returned to 212 and hung out with some tour guides (and had some Jello shots with a kick). We wanted to swim it rained all day, we huddled under an umbrella by the pool and play catch phrases finally jumping in the pool and then deciding that the hot tub at the rec and so wrapped in towels and only paritially dressed we arrived to the much warmer waters. Kristen played with some small children, I threw a basketball and some guys head and good fun was had by all.
Eric, Matt and I went to Qdoba for dinner (A LOT better than Chipotle) and then ventured over to see Audree at a birthday party - which was so-so I would say. Doug H yelled a lot, but what else is new. Afterwards Matt and I went to the Blue Room and thankfully narrowly avoided seeing Bree and hung out with a few tour guides. Bounced over to Skippers for a pitcher and then ended up at Brick Street and I remembered just why I prefer basically about anywhere in Oxford to the STD-fest that is Brick Street on the weekends(yes even Stadium wins over this one), but it is okay we all came out alive (barely though) and made it home.
I have been studying and doing laundry all day. I have a geography exam tomorrow. I am not excited, but it is only essays which should be soooooooo much better than econ...and then it is almost time for HARRY POTTER!!!!!! See you at the Princess on Tuesday? Awesome!
Mike and Eric (Erin?) are slacking they better pick it up or there will be hell to pay!
PEACE OUT!
I toured 4 times from Wednesday until today so that kept stuff kind of interesting and we find ourselves hanging out with the tour guides a lot, but hey you have to do something to fill your time (okay and they are fun to be around.)
The CAACURH regional board was in town so I did get to connect with a good amount of my friends on Thursday after a hour and a half long game of volleyball. Because no one else showed we had some real good Apt 212 bonding (OK well Andy and Nicole finally came at the end but they were an hour late so whatever). And I hung out at Skippers for awhile Thursday night as well because it finally meant that I could run into Shannon after weekends of missing each other.
Friday was a whole lot of tour, work, tour, work fun. In the honors office we are beginning to plan for the next recruiting season (FUN!) and working on a research project (aka I will get published!). Friday night I drove with Caitlin to West Chester to meet up with some ASB kids (the people I went on Spring Break with). After driving through torrential rainfall, getting lost several times, we finally made it to hang out, play some intense Jenga (28 rows and two blocks - beat it, oh right you can't), some great food, catch phrases, bird watching? and just making fun of each other in general because well that is how we show our love.
Saturday was an interesting day. A early morning 11AM tour in torrential rain, that ended about 30min in and resulted in the best tour I have ever given. One parent said and I quote "You give the best tours and that shows some great skills and public speaking skills, walking backwards and sharing all of this at the same time." Afterwards we returned to 212 and hung out with some tour guides (and had some Jello shots with a kick). We wanted to swim it rained all day, we huddled under an umbrella by the pool and play catch phrases finally jumping in the pool and then deciding that the hot tub at the rec and so wrapped in towels and only paritially dressed we arrived to the much warmer waters. Kristen played with some small children, I threw a basketball and some guys head and good fun was had by all.
Eric, Matt and I went to Qdoba for dinner (A LOT better than Chipotle) and then ventured over to see Audree at a birthday party - which was so-so I would say. Doug H yelled a lot, but what else is new. Afterwards Matt and I went to the Blue Room and thankfully narrowly avoided seeing Bree and hung out with a few tour guides. Bounced over to Skippers for a pitcher and then ended up at Brick Street and I remembered just why I prefer basically about anywhere in Oxford to the STD-fest that is Brick Street on the weekends(yes even Stadium wins over this one), but it is okay we all came out alive (barely though) and made it home.
I have been studying and doing laundry all day. I have a geography exam tomorrow. I am not excited, but it is only essays which should be soooooooo much better than econ...and then it is almost time for HARRY POTTER!!!!!! See you at the Princess on Tuesday? Awesome!
Mike and Eric (Erin?) are slacking they better pick it up or there will be hell to pay!
PEACE OUT!
Thursday, July 9, 2009
Milestones, Rules, and Being Stood-Up
For the high-schoolers out there, The Musings of 212 celebrates its one-month anniversary today! We should put a cutesy sign on each others' lockers...or not. Anyway, 80-some posts in a month is, dare I say, impressive. And at the same time, I can't help but think that maybe we need lives. But! We would definitely not post as much as we do if we didn't have stories to tell. So there, I started two sentences with "and" and "but," and totally justified our postings.
It's been a couple days, I know, you're getting antsy. "Where's the other Matt? What's he doing? How will we be content if we don't hear from him soon?!" While I hope you've realized that I probably don't make or break your day, there's been a lot going on.
First of all, the rules. We have another to add. Courtney, as you know, brought an issue of Cosmopolitan magazine the other day when she came to visit. Inside said magazine, for the non-readers, are various articles that are at times downright dirty. This latest issue featured an article on lube, and all the things it can be used for. Thus, I present the newest apt212 rule:
Rule 7: Let it slide
For a recap on the rules, look through previous posts.
Moving on, Matt Forrest and I went to Burrito Loco for margarita night again yesterday, and met up with many of the summer tour guides (at least the coolest of the cool). Turns out that we all have outgoing personalities (we're tour guides) and can't let anyone talk without busting into their conversation. The sad part is that most of our conversations center around something that happened while touring. Bottom line is, we're really loud. And burrito loco (there I go starting sentences with "and" again) is not a large restaurant, so you can imagine the looks we were getting throughout our 2+ hours spent there. Afterwards, we headed to one guide's house and sat around talking. Well, mostly it was me trying to tell a story and being interrupted with umpteen questions and the tour guide personalities were all fighting to be heard. Again.
After I finished my story, we talked a little more and planned out some summer activities. Currently on tap for this weekend (haha, get it?) is a pool party at our apartment, so some worthwhile stories should come out of that. And later this summer, we've set a date to go canoeing. Should be fun.
Speaking of should be fun, I'm going to a barbeque tomorrow night at Hueston Woods. "Who with," you might ask? Well, mostly grad students but a couple of my research advisors as well. There will definitely be beer...so like I said, should be fun.
In conclusion, Eric, Andy, Nicole (pick one), Matt Forrest, Mike and I played sand volleyball today from around 5:00 until 6:30. Andy and Nicole were terribly late and so only got to play for a little while, but the worst part was that we were supposed to meet the Austrians and play with them, but they stood us up. F 'em.
It's been a couple days, I know, you're getting antsy. "Where's the other Matt? What's he doing? How will we be content if we don't hear from him soon?!" While I hope you've realized that I probably don't make or break your day, there's been a lot going on.
First of all, the rules. We have another to add. Courtney, as you know, brought an issue of Cosmopolitan magazine the other day when she came to visit. Inside said magazine, for the non-readers, are various articles that are at times downright dirty. This latest issue featured an article on lube, and all the things it can be used for. Thus, I present the newest apt212 rule:
Rule 7: Let it slide
For a recap on the rules, look through previous posts.
Moving on, Matt Forrest and I went to Burrito Loco for margarita night again yesterday, and met up with many of the summer tour guides (at least the coolest of the cool). Turns out that we all have outgoing personalities (we're tour guides) and can't let anyone talk without busting into their conversation. The sad part is that most of our conversations center around something that happened while touring. Bottom line is, we're really loud. And burrito loco (there I go starting sentences with "and" again) is not a large restaurant, so you can imagine the looks we were getting throughout our 2+ hours spent there. Afterwards, we headed to one guide's house and sat around talking. Well, mostly it was me trying to tell a story and being interrupted with umpteen questions and the tour guide personalities were all fighting to be heard. Again.
After I finished my story, we talked a little more and planned out some summer activities. Currently on tap for this weekend (haha, get it?) is a pool party at our apartment, so some worthwhile stories should come out of that. And later this summer, we've set a date to go canoeing. Should be fun.
Speaking of should be fun, I'm going to a barbeque tomorrow night at Hueston Woods. "Who with," you might ask? Well, mostly grad students but a couple of my research advisors as well. There will definitely be beer...so like I said, should be fun.
In conclusion, Eric, Andy, Nicole (pick one), Matt Forrest, Mike and I played sand volleyball today from around 5:00 until 6:30. Andy and Nicole were terribly late and so only got to play for a little while, but the worst part was that we were supposed to meet the Austrians and play with them, but they stood us up. F 'em.
Wednesday, July 8, 2009
July 8 1947 – Reports are broadcast that a UFO crash landed in Roswell, New Mexico.
So if you paid attention to your clock at 12:34:56 on 7/8/9 you got to see 123456789 occur, pretty sweet right?
Class, readings, papers, sim city, honors office, tours have pretty much dominated my week so far. Stuff started going down in Geo as we talked about food insecurity and the whole whose fault is it debate emerged and people started yelling at each other, those our my favorite classes.
I wish you could all physically be in 212 the conversations that occurs are absolutely ridiculous, if I could remember all or any of them I would share, sadly I can not, though hopefully Matt and Eric can. The ready of Cosmo sure helped us learn a lot and now the Pine-sol woman has a permanent place on our fridge...you'd have to see it to truly understand. Thankfully I found the image on-line so we can all enjoy!
So I was thinking at the Fireworks on Sunday that if animals attacked in a mass organized assault we would all be in a lot of trouble. For example take an organized herd of deer in their natural habitat, attacking a bunch of humans distracted by shiny objects (FIREWORKS!) with on weapons. What could we do but run, we'd all be trampled and be forced into the lake, if they ban together with other species (thinking ducks) we'd be trapped. And it's possible, they may be planning now and we would be helpless if we were surprised, think guerrilla warfare at its finest. Point is be nice to nature, because they have the upper hand (once they form complex communication, overcome natural instinct and learn everything about us in order to band together and form a well executed attack - but when that happens we're screwed!)
I don't care if it makes me seem like a small child I am freaking pumped!
Class, readings, papers, sim city, honors office, tours have pretty much dominated my week so far. Stuff started going down in Geo as we talked about food insecurity and the whole whose fault is it debate emerged and people started yelling at each other, those our my favorite classes.
I wish you could all physically be in 212 the conversations that occurs are absolutely ridiculous, if I could remember all or any of them I would share, sadly I can not, though hopefully Matt and Eric can. The ready of Cosmo sure helped us learn a lot and now the Pine-sol woman has a permanent place on our fridge...you'd have to see it to truly understand. Thankfully I found the image on-line so we can all enjoy!
So I was thinking at the Fireworks on Sunday that if animals attacked in a mass organized assault we would all be in a lot of trouble. For example take an organized herd of deer in their natural habitat, attacking a bunch of humans distracted by shiny objects (FIREWORKS!) with on weapons. What could we do but run, we'd all be trampled and be forced into the lake, if they ban together with other species (thinking ducks) we'd be trapped. And it's possible, they may be planning now and we would be helpless if we were surprised, think guerrilla warfare at its finest. Point is be nice to nature, because they have the upper hand (once they form complex communication, overcome natural instinct and learn everything about us in order to band together and form a well executed attack - but when that happens we're screwed!)
LESS THAN ONE WEEK!
I don't care if it makes me seem like a small child I am freaking pumped!Tour guide social tonight, hopefully no bloody toes but fun stories...
Peace Out!
Peace Out!
Fill 'er Up?
Okay, so this story isn't about a full-service (lol full service) gas station, but I couldn't think of any fun things you hear at the oil change place...crap, I just gave away the plot twist.
Since this story is already heading down the drain I might as well finish/start. I got the oil changed in my car Monday morning before heading back to school. I did this as part of my quest to get 500 miles out of a single tank of gas. BACK-STORY: My car gets over 40mpg highway, and supposedly has a 12 gallon tank. You do the math, I already did and it seems plausible that I could go 500 miles. RESUME STORY: Getting the oil changed makes the engine run smoother (especially with the high mileage treatment) and more efficiently. Also it had been almost a year since my last oil change and my car threatened to slap me across the face if I didn't do it soon.
My oil change place of choice is the Pennzoil Instant Oil Change on Eckel Junciton Rd in Perrysburg. They are quick and polite and realize when they overcharge me by $4.26 and promptly call me telling me so, so that I can retrieve my extra expense in the form of a refund. They also do a 15-30 point inspection telling me what else I need to fix. This time they said I need brake lights, one reverse light, and a new serpintine belt. I said thanks for the tip and drove 200 miles that afternoon. Oil change story over.
I was at 150 miles at 3/4 of a tank and 250 miles at 1/2 of a tank. Currently I have driven over 300 miles and am between 1/4 and 1/2. I have never gone over 400 miles on a single tank and will most likely chicken out around 450 at most. I'll keep you posted.
Some guy just walked into the heritage room in shrives, turned the lights on and told me that they finally paid the bill so the lights work again. I sensed he was being facetious.
Matt should know the word facetious for the GRE. Look it up Matt.
It turns out I may not be going to Kings Island Friday. (how many of you knew I was going in the first place is irrelevant) This is sad. The sadness is not in the least abated by the fact that I have had no less than 3 conversations about KI/Cedar Point and I really want to go now. We even talked about specific coaster, and which ones we like best, and why Cedar Point kicks Kings Island's ass in every concievable way. Sigh.
So sweet!!! I love Millennium Force!
I didn't even feel like posting today. I think the result is tolerable. Nicole Adams needs to start reading our blog again. Especially now that I have mentioned her name. She is going to be mad when she reads this just cause I told her she was mentioned and that is all she gets. Haha.
Since this story is already heading down the drain I might as well finish/start. I got the oil changed in my car Monday morning before heading back to school. I did this as part of my quest to get 500 miles out of a single tank of gas. BACK-STORY: My car gets over 40mpg highway, and supposedly has a 12 gallon tank. You do the math, I already did and it seems plausible that I could go 500 miles. RESUME STORY: Getting the oil changed makes the engine run smoother (especially with the high mileage treatment) and more efficiently. Also it had been almost a year since my last oil change and my car threatened to slap me across the face if I didn't do it soon.
My oil change place of choice is the Pennzoil Instant Oil Change on Eckel Junciton Rd in Perrysburg. They are quick and polite and realize when they overcharge me by $4.26 and promptly call me telling me so, so that I can retrieve my extra expense in the form of a refund. They also do a 15-30 point inspection telling me what else I need to fix. This time they said I need brake lights, one reverse light, and a new serpintine belt. I said thanks for the tip and drove 200 miles that afternoon. Oil change story over.
I was at 150 miles at 3/4 of a tank and 250 miles at 1/2 of a tank. Currently I have driven over 300 miles and am between 1/4 and 1/2. I have never gone over 400 miles on a single tank and will most likely chicken out around 450 at most. I'll keep you posted.
Some guy just walked into the heritage room in shrives, turned the lights on and told me that they finally paid the bill so the lights work again. I sensed he was being facetious.
Matt should know the word facetious for the GRE. Look it up Matt.
It turns out I may not be going to Kings Island Friday. (how many of you knew I was going in the first place is irrelevant) This is sad. The sadness is not in the least abated by the fact that I have had no less than 3 conversations about KI/Cedar Point and I really want to go now. We even talked about specific coaster, and which ones we like best, and why Cedar Point kicks Kings Island's ass in every concievable way. Sigh.
So sweet!!! I love Millennium Force!
I didn't even feel like posting today. I think the result is tolerable. Nicole Adams needs to start reading our blog again. Especially now that I have mentioned her name. She is going to be mad when she reads this just cause I told her she was mentioned and that is all she gets. Haha.
07/08/09
What an awesome date. It's 07/08/09.
So yesterday Courtney came up and brought Cosmo. For anyone who wants entertainment, it's not the hearing Cosmo read out loud. It's hearing Andy Schuster make comments about Cosmo when it's read out loud. I think all of 212 plus Bree and Courtney would agree that this is a show that is almost worth paying for.
Matt and I had an epic round of disc golf yesterday. We saw 3 deer. The two fawns were suckling on the mama doe. It was a scene out of planet earth. Of course that meant a 7 minute delay on hole 3 but that's okay. We were looking for Austrians but couldn't find any. That said, there were about 20 girls and 1 guy playing sand volleyball on Western. That guy is a pimp.
Also, I supposed to be headed out to Lake Tahoe in a week. It's gonna be a lot of work, but at least it will be sunny and 75 degrees everyday. Plus they have amazing cheeseburgers out there. Mmmmmm...cheeseburgers.
Tuesday, July 7, 2009
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It's been awhile. I apologize to my loyal readers (raise your hands so I can see them....thanks). I won't bore you with all the nitty-gritty details, but it's been a busy few days in the lab and haven't really had time to use the internet for this, my third job. Anyway, where do we start?
Boom Boom.
As previously outlined, I spent Sunday night with Matt Forrest, Bree, and Mike, watching fireworks, thus:
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Matt already told you about our post-fireworks ordeal, but Mike seems to be doing better, because later today we're going to go play frisbee golf (aka: disc golf, frolf)!!! Matt Forrest is invited too, since last time we played, he was on his way home and was quite pissy when he found out we had played without him.
But I digress. I had a good weekend at home, despite having to miss the tour guide social. It's ok though, because I expect a repeat at least once before the summer is over. When I was home, my family and I went to an Indians game. As Eric so kindly pointed out, "who's making you go to an Indians game?" It's a long story but we'd had the tickets for a long time and they were good seats, so for you haters out there, kindly back off (or Im'a gon' kuht choo [read: I'm a gon' cut you]). So it's the bottom of the 8th or so, and my sister spots Slider, the Indians non-Indian mascot walking down the aisle on the opposite side of our section. Of course, he is followed by a dozen or so small children, average age: 9.
Having had a few handfuls of cotton candy (which we stole from our mom), my sister and I were feeling a little giddy and wanted a picture with Slider. So when he starts making his way up our aisle, we step out and ask him to stop for a picture.Naturally, he strikes a goofy pose. The bastard keeps on walking away! I slap him on this shoulder, thinking that by some act of God he had missed us blocking the aisle, but then I recalled that he actually lowered his shoulder into the small gap between my sister and I. Pissed off, I sit down, drink some of my beer, and text Eric: "Slider is an asshole." And until I get a picture with Slider, an asshole he shall remain.
On a lighter note, Scotty came to visit yesterday. I hadn't seen him since his arrival back to the US, and it was good to talk to him in person again. We showed each other our foreign bottle-openers (mine won the "most sacrilegious" category) and visited with Mike and Bree. Apparently, I missed a fairly eventful 4th of July weekend, complete with "crazy party." Oh well. Scotty drove me to Wal*Mart in his mother's (admittedly feminine) Jaguar for some much-needed grocery items. Scotty hung out and talked with Eric, who has finally returned from "I-don't-know-where-Eric-is Land", Matt Forrest, and I. After a while, Scotty left.
Rounding out our manic Monday of excitement, Eric and I went for a run last night; rather, I asked Eric around 9:15, "hey, you wanna go for a run?", to which he responded, "yeah, I guess so." Note: Eric had eaten about half of a medium cheese pizza from Harris. Reminds me of a segment called "Good Idea, Bad Idea." Eric held up well through the run and didn't puke once! After about 4 miles, he was finished but I wanted to go a little longer, so I headed back towards campus. It was a clear night, and made me start looking forward to the unknown date when apt212+Bree(?) will take to the fields of Indiana for some late-night stargazing and photographing, the latter being doubted by Eric. I say nay:
Boom Boom.
As previously outlined, I spent Sunday night with Matt Forrest, Bree, and Mike, watching fireworks, thus:
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Clockwise, from top-left: Boom!; Boom!; These people were no more than 50 yards ahead of us, so you can imagine how close the fireworks were above us; Boom! Also, click each image to see the full-size version if you'd like.
Matt already told you about our post-fireworks ordeal, but Mike seems to be doing better, because later today we're going to go play frisbee golf (aka: disc golf, frolf)!!! Matt Forrest is invited too, since last time we played, he was on his way home and was quite pissy when he found out we had played without him.
But I digress. I had a good weekend at home, despite having to miss the tour guide social. It's ok though, because I expect a repeat at least once before the summer is over. When I was home, my family and I went to an Indians game. As Eric so kindly pointed out, "who's making you go to an Indians game?" It's a long story but we'd had the tickets for a long time and they were good seats, so for you haters out there, kindly back off (or Im'a gon' kuht choo [read: I'm a gon' cut you]). So it's the bottom of the 8th or so, and my sister spots Slider, the Indians non-Indian mascot walking down the aisle on the opposite side of our section. Of course, he is followed by a dozen or so small children, average age: 9.
Having had a few handfuls of cotton candy (which we stole from our mom), my sister and I were feeling a little giddy and wanted a picture with Slider. So when he starts making his way up our aisle, we step out and ask him to stop for a picture.
On a lighter note, Scotty came to visit yesterday. I hadn't seen him since his arrival back to the US, and it was good to talk to him in person again. We showed each other our foreign bottle-openers (mine won the "most sacrilegious" category) and visited with Mike and Bree. Apparently, I missed a fairly eventful 4th of July weekend, complete with "crazy party." Oh well. Scotty drove me to Wal*Mart in his mother's (admittedly feminine) Jaguar for some much-needed grocery items. Scotty hung out and talked with Eric, who has finally returned from "I-don't-know-where-Eric-is Land", Matt Forrest, and I. After a while, Scotty left.
Rounding out our manic Monday of excitement, Eric and I went for a run last night; rather, I asked Eric around 9:15, "hey, you wanna go for a run?", to which he responded, "yeah, I guess so." Note: Eric had eaten about half of a medium cheese pizza from Harris. Reminds me of a segment called "Good Idea, Bad Idea." Eric held up well through the run and didn't puke once! After about 4 miles, he was finished but I wanted to go a little longer, so I headed back towards campus. It was a clear night, and made me start looking forward to the unknown date when apt212+Bree(?) will take to the fields of Indiana for some late-night stargazing and photographing, the latter being doubted by Eric. I say nay:
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