They say absence makes the heart grow fonder...

So this could be my last post for a while.

You see, school is starting soon and with that comes apartment life. And apartment life comes with me being cheap. How cheap? Well, it all comes down to Charter Communications. If my roommate and I can sign up for a free trial of their high speed internet connection then I shouldn't be gone long. If we can't or if we can't get money back we might just wait until the building gets its free WiFi. In October. So between then and now my internet usage may be limited to library time and what not. And no blogging in the library because I don't like people who read over my shoulder.

So you see, I may be non-blogging for a while. Unless I devise a plan like type them out, save them to the jump drive then copy and paste into this. But that seems to be a lot of work for this raggy old thing.

Ok. I must go continue the saga of getting the leftover star goo off my ceiling. A painstaking process but one that needs to be done.

Have yourself a merry little Chirstmas. No wait. Have yourself a merry little Labor Day.

Bells around St Petersburg when I saw you....

I enjoy watching TV shows about hotels. I like Great Hotels on the Travel Channel but don't really like the host. Sorry Samantha Brown, you're annoying. I think the reason I love hotel shows so much is because I come from a family that frequents the Motel 8 or Holiday Inn if we're feeling fancy. Oh, did I mention that we squeeze all five of us in one room? No? With me sleeping on the floor and Tyler too because Ashley is a little princess and is a pain to share a bed with. But back on topic here. I like to think what could have been. I like to see the pretty hotel rooms with the views and the modern art. The room service and spas. The privileged life!

I like Passport to Europe as well because I get to see all the places I want to go but likely won't. Places like Russia, Italy, Austria, France, England, Greece and Ireland. Shit, I've barely seen the US so I should set my sights on that first I guess. I have a fixation with Russia. Commie past aside, it looks pretty and interesting. St. Petersburg especially. Want to go to Salzburg Austria because of the Sound of Music, duh. Ah. The list goes on and on. I should just go to Quebec. Get the European feel just a few hundred miles from sweet, sweet Wisconsin. It'd be cheaper too I imagine. That should be their motto. Quebec: The poor person's Europe. If my parents loved me they should take me with them when they go to Europe next. Just like they shoulda took me to Ireland in May. But I won't open that can of worms again...

Blaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaach.

Done working. Crappy day out. Fun times. School starts in a week. Frick.

Watched Indiana Jones for the first time last week and I never knew archeology could be so damn exciting. Dr Jones! Dr Jones! (Said that like that little kid, Shorty in the one we watched...I don't know which one it was. Tomb of doom or something like that. )

Right-o. That's all I got. Hope you all had a fan-flippin-tastic weekend. Mine was just spectacular. Kinda.

I'm outie.

Bare it all

My walls are bare. Now my own room looks foreign to me. The only thing remaining is my shelf with the birthday dolls on it and the animal net. All my posters? Gone in a matter of minutes. And my stars will be gone soon too! My beautiful glow in the dark stars that I've had on the ceiling since God knows when have to go. I want to put them back up but mommy dearest doesn't think so. Puh. They are going back up.

You see, the home improvements are plowing foreword here at the Partridge Hill Estate. My walls are to be painted a nice shade of green, like moss or something I don't know and another lighter color.

It is weird having bare walls for the first time in 10 years. Makes me all sentimental.

And I'm procrastinating right now.

Shoot. I should get back to work boxing up my childhood.

Seal the Deal.

I had a dilemma tonight. I was in the mood for a nautical movie thanks to my watching of Deadliest Catch and I couldn't decide which one. The light hearted Andre or The Perfect Storm. Went with Andre. I love seals. Well, just to look at them. They look like wet black labs with fins. The Perfect Storm is just a little too sad.

And SHIT. Barry Bonds just hit a homer off the Brewers. Bastard.

Anyway. Gotta love Andre. Makes me wanna go to the eastern seaboard.

Last day of work today! Woohoo!

Moving my shit down to Whitewater this weekend, which is nice because I've been wanting to for the last month and a half but sucks because I'd rather be doing different things.

Blah. Ok so I don't have much to blog about really. Meh. Bought new pens the other day (silly me. I didn't buy them...mommy did) and they are the prettiest shade of blue in a pen I have ever seen. It's called blue black. And it is beautiful.

I know. I'm a freak but I am a pen whore. Love pens. Just love them. Want me to love you? Buy me a nice pen. It is that easy. Someday Monte Blanc....someday. I shall own a beautiful pen worth more then a pen should be worth.

Oooh Lobster Wars is on. I wonder what I'd name my fishing boat. Weird thing to contemplate maybe but oh well. Not as weird as decided what my at bat song would be if I were a Major Leaguer. Ok now I'm embarrassed I even typed that. (Red Hot Chili Peppers C'mon Girl. The lyrics are fitting. And then after that other RHCP songs...hehe) I think I'd name it something weird. Not nautical at all. Like....Rolling Meadow. Or would what be bad luck? Ohhh Hyannis MA. I only know that name thanks to watching Wings all the time...

On that note and well, the entire string of nonsense that is this post I will bid thee ado and say goodnight.

Cha.

Poo Boy

No, no. This post is not dedicated to Mike Rowe and his many poo-alcious adventures. (Though I do enjoy his show) I just wanted to keep the title PG. In reality it transfers to Shit Son. My new ghetto favorite saying, once again as out dated as curdled milk but better then saying pimp.

Ahany-ways.

I say Shit Son because shit son, I always forget my ideas for posts. I come up with them at work or while laying awake at night and come time to write about them I forget them. Out they go. And some are good ideas or thoughts. Some aren't yet I still think I should write them down. Oh well. That's how it goes.

I'm reading a book about Watergate right now, more specifically about the last 100 days until Nixon resigned so all the Senate Judiciary Committee, Special Prosecutor and cover up stuff. And well, Nixon was a moron when it came to that stuff but I didn't know that people called him Tricky Dick. I was robbed of my Watergate learning while in high school thanks to a weird and boring Contemporary American History teacher who rather spend 6 weeks talking and reading about the massacre at Mi Lai then necessary therefore not quite making it to Watergate, but anyway the whole point of this rambling is that I find a name like Tricky Dick to have a potential like no other at jokes. I mean...how could it not? Tricky Dick? Come on! Impotence has the potential for humor. With that nickname, a number of erectile dysfunction jokes are running through my head.

Mean of me? Perhaps. Wrong? Just a tad. Does that stop me? Not a chance.

In my head the joke would have to include Mrs Nixon. Something like "You know why he was called Tricky Dick? No, but I'm guessing Mrs Nixion does" Not a great attempt but it's there. I won't go into it anymore. Neither will Nixon. (GET IT? HAHAHA! Damnit. I'm such a...loser) Just think of the joke potential. I'm telling you, it's there.

Tralala. One more day of work. Uno mas! Yippie! Tomorrow that is. No work today. Another yippie if you will.

And have you noticed that I have not blogged about my beloved Brewers in a while? Yeah. Thanks. I can do it. But Nixon can't. Pissit! I don't see this stopping anytime soon which can't be good.

Ok I need to end this now before it gets any lower. (That's what she said)

.........I'm sorry......

Trivial Pursuit

I absolutely love trivia. Any kind, any form, about anything. I love knowing information that has really no relevant purpose. Do I need to know that the Queen of England was the first head of state to send an email? No. But do I like knowing that fact? You bet your ass.

Don't know why, don't have any reason for it. Maybe I like it because knowing arcane facts gives people the illusion that I'm smarter than I really am. For instance if I found myself in a conversation with people talking about peeing I could say,"On average 400 gallons of blood filter through your kidneys each day." See? Useless yet completely relevant and in turn, making me look like I know something about kidneys. I got books of trivia. One I bought and one I got as a gift. I had a trivia contest in my away messages freshman year even. (It was a little lame...not going to lie) Oooooh! I should start trivia Mondays! Give me something to blog about that's fo sho.

Ok ok here! From The Penguin Ultimate Trivia Quiz Game Book: (# 878)

1. When is St. Martin's Day?
2. Which Chancellor of England lifted his daughter's nightdress to show her off to her future husband?
3. How deep is the Grand Canyon?
4. Why is Boccaccio's Decamerons so called?
5. In golf, what was a baffy?
6. Which sport is features in the 1980 film Breaking Away?
7. Which fish can you catch between January 15 and October 14?
8. Which huntsman immortalized in song used to hunt in the Lake District?
9. What is the other name of the snow leopard-the same as a weight?

Yeah ok some of those are lame. I just opened to a random page.

You know, there is one topic I'd like to blog about but can't because it could get me in some trouble. And we all know that the last time I kept an online journal before this beaut, it almost got me in some deep trouble. I've learned my lesson that I must be weary of my readers and what I say. Ah, censorship so early on in my writing.

Want the answers to the trivia, see how smart you are? Ok.

1. November 11
2. Sir Thomas More
3. 1 Mile
4. It is made up of ten tales; they are told by ten people over ten days during a plague in Florence in 1348.
5. An obsolete hickory-shafted club rather like a no. 4 wood.
6. Cycling
7. Salmon
8. John Peel
9. Ounce.

Yeah I knew none. And I doubt that I'll keep up the trivia on a regular basis. Ok that's all I got. Buh-Bye.

Judge Not Less Ye Be Judged.

I judge people. Not by the color of their skin or the content of their character either, sorry MLK. I judge people for the content of their grocery cart.

Yup. You caught me. I'm a bad, bad person. I judge people by what they buy. The regulars who buy a 30 pack of beer every three days. (Boozers. Lay off the sauce maybe) The people who go through packs and cartons of cigarettes at rapid rates. (Your lungs love you) The people who buy ding dongs, ho hos, potato chips, frozen dinners, pizzas and perhaps a head of lettuce. (While you might think you're doing alright because you bought one veggie, judging by the size of your girth put down the chocolate and pick up a treadmill)

No wonder there are so many obese people in America. They think corn chips are a vegetables. Milk duds are not a dairy product mmk? Geez. So I judge them, I'm sorry. I don't feel overly sorry for them if they don't seem to be making an effort. Not like I eat the best but I attempt to.
Ooooooooooh! I saw THE funniest thing today. Some man came through my line at like 730AM and he was wearing a skull cap thing, leather vest, short shorts, and those half glove things. Oh and he looked like a total dork too. So anyway since I had nothing to do I walked to the window and stared out at it, looking around expecting to see this guy on a motorcycle. Nope! Guess what he was riding? (A moped would have given this dude some credit) A bike. Your run of the mill 12 speed with a god damn basket on the front. At least it wasn't pink and purple. What was this man trying to do? Look tough because he got swirlies all through high school? Oh hey. He kind of looked like Kip from Napoleon Dynamite. I can't make this stuff up. I mean I could but not that early in the morning.

I'm watching Iron Chef of America and the secret ingredient is the farmers market. Lame-o. And the chairman needs to tone down the jerky movements. I don't like Bobby Flay. His show is a little lame in my opinion. Well at least the part when he gets the throw down information. Don't mind the actual throw down.

Um yeah. So that last little part you might be asking yourself why I'm sharing and I have no answer. I've been up since 5. I should really go to bed.

G'night.