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Hola amigos!

Tis my duty to report this breaking news.

Schooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooollllllllllllllssss Out for the SUMMER! Woot!

Though it doesn't feel like summer. I don't know why. Perhaps I don't know what I'm gonna be doing all during it. I'm figuring out some internship stuff and by the end of the day have something to go off of. Which will be sweet! Internship! Get me job! Woot!

Annnnd it'll probably be part time so back to the grocery store I gooooooooo. And if it's full time then that's great and I might be moving back to Whitewater which isn't all that nice. But you gotta do what you gotta do.

Lalalalalalalalalalalalalala!

It looks like its nice out today. Perhaps I'll go read outside some. I've finally cracked open The Origin of Species. Summertime is reading time.

Tralalala. I don't really have much exciting news. A-bag graduated on Sunday, it rained and I got cold. Then the sun came out and I got hot. Exciting, no? But what is TOTALLY exciting is I am so going in someday to help out in her classroom. And by help out I mean play with stuff.

Blaaaaahhh. I think I'm gonna balance my checkbook. I haven't done that in...like 9 months. I should go ahead and do it. Get organized! I've been doing more of that lately. Weird. Don't know what that's all about. Could I be growing up? After all I am a senior in college.

....NO! No that sounds scary! I'm not ready for THAT! I'm....I'm not ready to face the world in a YEAR! I like my summers off! I like doing nothing! Holy balls. I could prolong reality by taking the five year plan or going to grad school....I can't do five years cuz that'd just be a waste of moola. Grad school? Hmm. Perhaps. But I don't know.

Yikes. I've done gone scared myself. I need to walk away now.

Peace!

House Hurters

The people on House Hunters drive me crazy.

Not Suzanne Whong, but serisously her job is so hard! Not.

The buyers. They just...just...drive me nuts at times. Yes buying a house is a big deal, yes you want to make the right choice. I don't mind if they get picky over things like yard size, ceiling heights or commute time. What drives me nuts is the stupid things they bitch about.

Like what? Like paint color. IT'S PAINT! You know how easy it is to repaint if the house is the one of your dreams then find another house of your dreams? Seriously! I hate it when they walk in and are like "Ohh but I don't know about the paint color..." Just paint over it! Honestly! It isn't the most expensive thing in the world. I'd rather paint a few rooms then get a fixer upper. It just...uh! Paint! Yeah so it doesn't make it move in ready exactly but if your going from a one bedroom 400 square foot apartment to a three bedroom house do you have enough shit to fill all the rooms? just shove some stuff in the other rooms, paint, move the shit and viola. Painting is not exatcly the most time consuming of projects.

It just drives me nuts. Maybe it's cuz I haven't bought a house or cuz I'm laid back about stuff like that.

Another thing I don't get is people who want a seating area in the master bedroom. Really? Why? I can see haveing space for like a comfy chair or something but a private sitting area? So you can go sit there naked and read a book? Get away from the kids? Um thats why they have rooms, you send them there. That's what my parents did and they got by sans seating section. Perhaps it is the naivety I have from the lack of ownership of both house and kids but really. I'm all for a spacious bedroom with some extra space but I find the need for a sitting area in my bedroom a little much. So you might say um don't you have a desk in your room right now? And I will counter with why yes I do. But you see, it is my room, my only true space in the house. It is my parents house. They get to keep all their crap throught the whole thing and have supreme say while I must confine my belongings to a 11x10 room which has been shrunk thanks to the edition of another bed. So I say to those who want a sitting area in their bedroom 1) you got a whole damn house and 2) is your bed not good enough to sit on? you do other things there.

...whew. Had to get that off my chest.

Ok I have packing to do. Yay.

Ex-squeeze me? Baking Powder?

Had my first exam today. I think it went pretty good. Paid off to study that's for sure. One question I didn't know the answer to it was something like "What is a downward headline?" and I wanted to put "a really bad idea?" as my answer but didn't. Should have but I made up some lame-o answer. I guess my really bad idea answer would seem lame if you don't understand typography or publication layout. Not that I do too much but yeah.

Um anyway...

Score! Counsell is playing tonight. Woot woot! And I get to watch the whoooooooooooooooole game. Makes me so happy when he plays. He hasn't pintched hit lately either and that irks me. Especially when they send in Tony Gwynn who is also a lefty and just played the other night while Counsell has been on the bench rusting up. But tonight he's in. A woohoo! I'll be studying in front of the ol' boob tube tonight!

The only thing I don't like about watching the Brewer games is Trinni. TRINNI! The sideline reporter that pisses me off. Don't know why but she does. Whenever she talks I can't help but say "Shut up Trinni!" She just...ah! Something about her rubs me the wrong way. She could very well be a nice person but I just can't stand the woman.

Blast! I have a list of vocab and terms to know and the book doesn't have a freaking glossary. What the hell is that shit all about? I mean honestly. They have an index but that's bitching and I don't think it lists all that I need to know.

The only good thing about studying, aside from the fact it makes it so I don't fail, I get to use all my pretty, pretty pens! My felt tip markers are getting their money worth. I'm thinking of doing a little sharpie action but that all depends on how I feel about getting a high later. Though my window is open...meh. Brain cells, they needs rest so why not fry 'em?

Aw I love having my window open. I get to eavesdrop without trying.

Ding dong the bitch is gone! Um right. I don't know what that's all about.

Holy sneezebuckets batman! I think I have allergies. My nose hurts. Like it literally hurts. It has this stingy/pinchy sensation going on. It's driving me crazy! And the last time I took an allergy pill I got itchy skin and really hot so I'm thinking no on an encore to that.

Stop it nose! Stop it stop it STOP IT!

...katie done gone crazy.

Alright. I'm off to study.

Late night or all nighter?

Yes you do read that time stamp correctly. It is damn near 230 in the morning on this Monday. I am awake. Damn near wide awake. Why? It is not because I just returned home from a smashing good time, it is not because I cannot sleep, it is not because I feel like it. It is because I have a paper due tomorrow at 615 (that'd be PM) and I refuse to go to sleep until it is done. You might be saying well, won't that make you absolute shit tomorrow? To which I reply, no good friend, I will not be absolute shit tomorrow. I don't have class until 345. I can sleep. Once this paper is finished then a weight of two sumo wrestlers will be lifted from my shoulders. Tomorrow is the last day of classes. Tuesday is a study day. Wednesday starts exams. I got screwed with my pants on sideways so I have to drag my pretty little ass back here on Sunday night for an exam bright and early Monday.

So I prioritize, I organize and I recognize. I recognize my priorities these past few weeks have not been well organized and now I pay.

You might say to yourself "but then why do you sit here and blog?" and I say, I multitask. I write best when I'm not focused on writing. Doesn't make any sense? Doesn't have to. Point is I write in my head. I find it a challenge transferring what resides in my head to paper because my mind moves to fast. ADHD? No I don't think so. More like...an over active imagination that is met with undereacting hands. I can't type fast enough, I can't write fast enough so I use this time, the times where I'm writing this nonsense to hash out what I'm gonna say. Sometimes it doesn't work as well as other times, sometimes it works miracles. But the common thread of it all is it works at some level.

But away I must go, Murrow won't write a paper about himself. But I did find it oddly ironic, if that's the word, that I was reading about the London blitz while the song A Foggy Day in London Town was playing.

on that note, keep on keeping on my homes. Whateverisholy knows I am.

You always remember your first time

I did something today that I've never done before. I was both excited and nervous about it. Would it really be all that its chalked up to be?

I checked out books from the university library.

Yeah. Whew! I had almost made it six semester without checking one out. Hell, I've barley used it at all. I think maybe two-three times I've used the reference books. But never, never had I wandered up to the third floor to the main collection when I wasn't on a tour. It's amazing up there! Not so much the endless stacks of books that actually turn out to be useful but it's so flippin' quite! There is an abundance of good seating where you don't have to worry about a lot of foot traffic, noise from the cafe, the book alarm going off, rude people on their cell phones. It's a whole different world up there.

I walked out with five books and good news, didn't set the book alarm off. I'm always nervous about those type of things.

I just can't get over the quietness! I'm just breaking down barriers left and right. For the first time a few weeks ago I went to the first floor, the second floor is the main floor fyi, to look at the periodical collection. A microfilm machine! I USED ONE! Ok so not me the librarian did and well we didn't end up needing it but wow! Those things are fucking cool! Seeing the old front pages of the New York Times from the 1940s. Hell, the collection goes all the way back to the 1800s sometime. That floor is a little scary though. All dark and forbidden looking. No windows. In most circles it's a basement but we're too cool for that I guess.

I pity the poor students of years past when they didn't have things like ProQuest, EBSCOHost and JSTOR. Without those, my streak of not using the library for what it's meant for would have been a lot shorter.

Bad news though. Half the books I checked out are super old so the smell. Uck. Me no likely old smelly books. Some are so old, that they don't say property of UW-W Library they say property of Wisconsin State College Whitewater. I like the sound of Wisconsin State College better... And huh. Who woulda known that the Andersen to dish out the dough to earn him naming rights to the book motel is Harold.


I love how protective the library is of the books. Not only do they stamp the name on one side, they do it on all three. Like you can scrap the stamp off, come on people.

Ok I got a shit ton to do home slices.

The birds and the bees are connected to my knees!

So that isn't how the song goes. It's how it goes in my household.

So I think I just witnessed either a gang bang by a bunch of finches or a gang hit by the same finches. Those bitches just went crazy! I'm sitting here, doing my thang, with my window open on the splendid spring day and hear this weird bird which I guess sounded like a crow but don't know if it was then a whole bunch of twittering finches and then the crow, then the finches. So I went to my window to see what the hell was going on the finches were after something. Flying in a huge pack, hunting down whatever it was. Half of them were on the tree yet.

Yes ladies and gentlemen that is my excitement here in Whitewater. When the police aren't surrounding the building or boilers exploding, its birds on crack that peak my interests.

So I Hookah-ed for the first time the other night. Amazing. AMAZING! Simply amazing! Don't know what a hookah is? Then you suck. Kidding. You know, the thing the caterpillar in Alice in Wonderland smoked. Whoooo R U? Hehe. Double O Dipshit bought one and she came on by with it. I just...wow! They don't smell like normal tobacco and taste good. And it sounds like a bong! Which I've never done but know from the corruption of American television and cinema. We discussed it and it's functional art. The vase part is so pretty and could be the center piece of any fine dining room plus you can smoke with it. A nice combo.

I've come to the conclusion I have yet another addiction. Notebooks. I spent 10+ minutes in the notebook aisle picking some out. I burn through them like we burn through a barrel of oil. I had to find the perfect one. I was looking for one to keep track of shit like how I spend my money and then just another to write in . The one I'm going to use to just write in had to be college ruled. I take offense to wide ruled paper. I have trained my letters to be small. Then the one I'm using for my money shit is wide ruled. That can be wide.

Then I, uh, uh might have went ahead and uh picked up uh uh another pack of pens. :) Say hello to uni-ball vision needle. .7mm fine tip black ink. MM! Fabulous! Needle point tip with a clear grip so I can look at that part of the pen which is a bunch of little circles all stacked on each other. Liquid ink inside so I can check the levels. It's a fine addition to the family... all four of them . Yes, you read me right. FOUR! FOUR! for something like $5.27. A good deal. Sure I could go with the bic where you get 10 for half the price but seriously. I take quality over quantity. Though I do have quite the quantity of pens. But I think a few of the bastards, I mean babies, are drying up. That is not acceptable.

Oh boo. I just checked the life on one and he's officially a goner. No ink left in the body. Poor thing. He had a good run. Good bye pilot V Ball Grip Extra Fine black ink. Enjoy your time in the big pocket protector in the sky.

No don't worry. I won't to this again.

I saw a man in the aisle looking like he was having an equally difficult time picking out a pack of pens and I wanted to turn to him and say, "pen snob too huh? I've been there. Deep breaths and vodka get me through the decision making process"

Um anything else? Oh. So I think FSN Wisconsin are bitches. They have this text a question to the booth deally-o during the Brewers games (I won't even open up that can of worms....the Brewers. HA!) and my roommate and I always try to think of awesome questions to ask and never do and then the past two nights we came up with some and the bastards didn't answer them. Last night they answered questions people asked about Trinni. TRINNI! The chick sideline announcer. I don't like TRINNI! She annoys me. BLACH!

Ok had to get that off my chest. I have new pens to but through the hard training camp. It's like boot camp for writing utensils.

keep it real buttheads!

Murder, She Bleached

While wasting my days away at the grocery store, I must come up with ways to entertain myself. Mostly I'm off in my own little world, thinking about things to write about, things I need to do, and just random things. I go through the motions of the work and pay the slightest attention necessary to what I'm doing. Once in awhile I'll be pulled out of my world where unicorns frolic and leprechauns play poker with the Keibler elves on a landscape full of rainbows, gerbera daisies, and sparkling blue waterfalls with lush ponds back to reality. Usually it's because the person before me has a question that doesn't warrant the standard "It'll be on sale with the card," or "It took it off right there" and then sometimes it because of what I see before me. The content of a persons cart speaks volumes to me. I don't read tarot cards, I read grocery carts. Usually it's just something like "oh right, you weigh 350 pounds and I see that with your seven bags of chips, two 24 packs of soda and loads of junk food you must really be thinking about that diet your blabbling about." or a box of condoms hid under a magazine and I can't help but think what you'll be up to later tonight and when I say have a good night you're probably thinking oh I will be.

Point is 98% of people have boring grocery carts that don't bring me out of leprechaun land. Then there was the lady on Saturday...or was it Friday? Doesn't matter. Maybe it's too much CSI, maybe it's too much imagination but the woman bought 14 things of bleach and all I could think was who'd you kill and are gonna disintegrate with bleach in your bathtub? Really. That's a lot of bleach. I don't think the people who wash uniforms of football players go through that much of bleach. Woman, what are you up to? That's all I could think about. Sure she wrote a check that was from some organization , sure it's probably a year supply, but it could be a cover up. I know if I was gonna melt someone away in my bathtub I'd find some way to cover up the purchase of a couple gallons of bleach.

I've got a bit of a criminal mind. Good thing I use my mind for good not evil. Maybe I should put it to work catching criminals.... Yeah right. I almost typed that without laughing. But seriously. My counterfeit plan is pretty kick ass. I'd just never counterfeit. The major reason being I don't wanna do time and also cause I don't know how to make fake money and I don't wanna learn how.

Speaking of criminals! Saturday night at like 11 or 1130 my roommate and I were just watchin' TV, I had heard some cops in the background didn't think much of it when my roommate exclaims "THE COPS ARE HERE!!" So naturally we shut off all the lights, I stuck my face against the window like a Garfield, my roommate cracked open the door to the deck and we sat in the dark watching and listening as the police came runnin' into the building. There was like four or five cop cars in all. After about twenty minutes in which we watched, and of my running from the window to the door in the dark to try to hear any action in the hall, the police retreated from the building. Disappointingly no one was cuffed or stuffed. I wonder what the hell was going on. Then last night another cop showed up and knocked on the door below us so naturally we listened again. The cop was looking for the previous occupants, the ghettos. I think my theory holds true. They were drug dealers. Why else would people knock at all hours of the night with out leaving after a normal time span? Why else would someone show up and knock the shave and a hair cut...Twwwwwooooooooooo bits!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! like it was code saying "Hey it's me let me in I need to smoke a bowl or I need some crack for my pipe." I also have a theory that tubby is making bathtub moonshine. There are some strange noises that come from up in that bathroom... and no not like people noises. Like something is rolling. So I don't know, I just decided he's making moonshine.

So there you have it. People being disintegrated, people in trouble with the law and people making hooch.

Word to your fathers.

OH! And happy Cincooooooooo de Mayoooooooo! It's Javiers birthday today. You know, the piñata.