| How did I get here I'm not good at the internet |
[Jun. 22nd, 2006|08:33 pm] |
Hello, internet! Sorry I've been away for a while.
The exciting news from a few months ago is that I was approved for the Scotland study abroad program I applied to. Before you get choked up a teary goodbye, I'll spoil the ending for you - I'm not going after all! I couldn't scrape the funds together to make it work, so I'm registered for Fall classes at CSU instead. It's probably for the best, since I would've had a bear of a time getting my courses transferred back from there. At least I got a free guide to Scottish slang out of the deal.
Since I'm staying in the Fort, my mom offered to let me rent her condo for a greatly reduced rate. It's tough to resist a 2-bedroom place for the price she's giving me, so I may be moving soon. Next week I get to check the place out, but it sounds pretty nice. I may even be looking to get a roommate and make the rent outrageously cheap - let me know if you're looking to move in August!
I took a summer tennis class at CSU, which was a whole lot of fun. I'm finally ramping up my game to the point where I feel semi-competant on the court. I'd probably get a lot better if I could find more people to play with - only one of my friends is willing to play very often. It's a shame the CSU tennis club seems to be defunct.
About a week ago I won some concert tickets to see the Epoxies by calling in to KCSU. I was super stoked; I love the Epoxies! I went in to pick up the tickets and they weren't there yet, so I got to pick out a CD from their rack for my troubles. Free tickets AND a free CD? Don't mind if I do! As it turns out, the event people forgot to send the tickets at all so I was supposed to show up and tell them my name and they'd let me in. Nicole and I drove down to Denver and ended up getting lost trying to find the venue, so instead we got drunk and wandered around the Tattered Cover and Cherry Creek Mall. We saw Nacho Libre, which was absolutely terrible. |
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| Pineapple, Papaya and Mango |
[Feb. 20th, 2006|01:50 am] |
I've been wanting to clean my room for three weeks and it's still dirty. I've concluded that it will be my penultimate task in life, second only to dying. I started cleaning it a while ago by picking up one or two things each day, spreading the task thin like a pad of hot butter. It all came crashing down when a new computer I'm building for a friend arrived in no less than FIVE boxes, fitting neatly into the small space that I had actually cleaned. I did finally take down our Christmas lights. Rather than put them in the closet, I elected to put them in my room where they will remain until the END OF TIME.
There was a study abroad fair at CSU. I had a grand plan to study abroad once, so I stopped by to see if anyone could dangle their delectable, foreign abdomen in front of me. My school of choice has always been the University of Glasgow in Scotland. I had lost hope when I found out CSU doesn't work with them, but at the fair I discovered I can go through a third party. I've been looking into the IFSA-Butler program. There's an option to show up a few weeks before the semester starts and take a short course in Scottish history and culture. I think that would be mighty fine. I might even venture to say that would be HELLA AWESOME.
I tried the new Vault soda, which I guess is Coke's answer to MDX. On a scale of 1 to 10, I would rate Vault as very bad. I would also rate MDX as rather bad, so if their goal was to reproduce the already horrendous taste of MDX and provide some competition in the niche market of people without taste buds, I salute them. To provide some contrast, the Sun-Maid Tropical Trio dried fruit mix is criminally delicious. If you place a bag of it in front of me, I will harness the powers of space and time to consume it BEFORE YOU EVEN BOUGHT IT, forever altering our timeline in unpredictable and scrumptious ways.
Mechanical pencils are the bane of my existence. I cannot find one that doesn't suck in one way or another. I'm a discerning customer, I will stand in the store for 20 minutes and carefully examine each mechanical pencil, weighing my options with intense concentration. Here are my requirements:
- Lead does not snap off every 5 seconds when I write. Okay, I get it, I press too hard. Why can't you accept me for who I am?? Some pencils pass this very important test, but many do not. I'm not sure what engineering feat is required, but someone has figured it out.
- Eraser does not run out within a week - or failing that, eraser is replaceable AND it's possible to buy replacement erasers for it without traveling directly to the factory and smuggling them out in your ass.
- More than one stick of lead can be stored in the pencil. I LIKE TO PRESS HARD, a stick of lead lasts for half a sentence when I'm in command. Don't leave me high and dry, pencil overlords!
- Lead is advanced via button on the side, since advancing lead via a twisting motion is a recipe for disaster when my diamond-crushing, Herculean hands enter the equation.
I haven't found a single pencil that meets all of these requirements. Pentel, Pilot, Bic - are you listening? MAKE ONE! Charge $50 for it! I don't care! I'll buy it and treasure it for the rest of my life. I will put in my will that I should be buried with it clutched firmly in my gnarled, stiffened hand. |
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| Beware the Jabberwock |
[Feb. 4th, 2006|12:57 am] |
Life grinds along, slowly and without mercy. Certain individuals have started using my journal as a poster child for lack of updates. I like to think I'm giving my readers the gift of missing me. By the time I get around to updating, my throng of fans has grown so rabid as to consume whatever tripe I spew forth.
I flew out to California for Christmas. It rained almost the entire time I was there; my dad claimed the snow had stalked me all the way from Colorado and was trying like hell to make it a white Christmas. It was a bummer, since I was supposed to help with the tree house. Dad's been building a tree house for like ten years now. I think it was supposed to be for my little sister, but she's thirteen now and not exactly in dire need of a tree house anymore. Now it's just the principal of the thing - man against nature, or some such admirable quest. Perhaps in my dad's mind he will someday have grandchildren, and by god they are going to have a tree house and they are going to like it.
I got some sweet presents. I asked for a pair of jeans - not just any pair of jeans though, a specific brand, style and size. I found a pair of Silvertab jeans at the Levi's outlet last fall that fit divinely and I've been meaning to get more pairs ever since. My step-mom went to a dozen stores looking for them before finding out that the style I wanted has been entirely discontinued. Apparently the higher-ups at Silvertab got wind of my affair with their jeans and had to put a stop to it. I can now throw the Silvertab jeans on the heap with the cannelloni al forno from Olive Garden, the carnitas burger from Red Robin, the gingerbread latte from Starbucks, the cranberry wheat bread from Great Harvest, and every Fanta flavor but orange from King Soopers. Corporations, why must you take away the things I love?? The awesome news is that she found a pair on eBay, so I now own two pairs of hyper-exclusive Silvertab jeans.
I didn't make any New Year's resolutions, but by sheer coincidence I did start a workout regime with my friend Nicole at the start of the year. My motivating factor was that I got a free rec center membership when I signed up for classes again. I'd been running last fall, but I stopped when it started getting cold and bitter outside. In my exuberance, I managed to fuck up my knee two days into the new routine. It may to be damage to the meniscus, which is a section of cartilage between the bones of the leg that absorbs shock so your femur doesn't go smacking against your tibia. I'm seeing a physical therapist next week - in the meantime, it's low-impact workouts for me. I'm now a seasoned professional of the ellipticals, rowing machines and bikes. Props to Jen for some rowing machine tips, given in class since she's NEVER at the gym even though she claims to go all the time.
Jen and I signed up for a Latin dance class at the rec center. I took some classes last fall for waltz, foxtrot and tango - which was a lot of fun except for the part where I rode the razor's edge of becoming an unwitting pedophile. Argentine tango was my favorite, ironically, since I did much better at the other dances. I noticed there's an Argentine tango class offered later this month, so maybe I can lure Jen into taking that with me too. Shaking your booty at the club can be fun, but real dancing is so much more gratifying and impressive. |
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