The internet in my building is almost in I just can't wait! I want in now! NOW DAMNIT!
Yeah. Just thought I'd drop a quick line because I can.
I've had many a urge to write in this but don't like doing it in the library so I keep it nice and short and not worthy of people's time.
So wait my friends, just wait a little longer. Like a fine wine it'll get better with age....as in a few days.
For now, this is all I have.
Thursday, September 27, 2007
Thursday, September 20, 2007
Stealing? Fine by me!
Yes! Once again I am using my dear sweet computer from my dear sweet room picking up dear sweet free interent. Score!
If people don't lock up the goods then it's their own damn fault. Kinda like if a bank left a few bucks laying around. Too bad so sad more for me!
So how's it going? I don't have much to blog about at the time but when I heard the dear sweet (are you picking up on a theme here?) words that some one didn't lock up their wireless I made like a fetus and headed to my computer pronto. Just something special about not using the general access lab. It's magical.
So, uh, started working this week. Not bad, not bad at all. The biggest difference? At five o'clock instead of having 6-7 lanes open and lines there are about three open and a line of maybe two people deep at most. At 8 o'clock their time it feels like 1030 what I'm used to time.
Ay yi yi. The boys next door and their music. I should bang on their door wearing a housecoat, curlers in my hair and a green face mask and screech for them to turn that racket down!
Because when I go for a theme I go big or not at all. That's how it works my friends, that's how I roll.
I'm just so damn excited over the interent! Giddy like a school girl!
So in my one class we've spent the last two weeks watching and learning about Citizen Kane and um, I feel a little unamerican to say this but I don't see the big hype about it. Sure it was ok but I wasn't all flabbergasted about it. But that could be that I don't like movies made before 1975. Me and old movies don't go together like peas and carrots. TCM? Yeah, skipped by every time I go through the channels. I guess I get why it was such a big deal. From a cinematographic (I don't think thats a word...)perspective there were some beautiful shots and the whole going after William Randolf Hearst took balls but I don't know, I just wasn't a huge fan. Though I am glad to finally realize what I knew the name Orsen Welles from. Not Citizen Kane but his War of the Worlds radio broadcast. Strange man.
Well I think that's all I got. No wait! I was going through some ancient school stuff from 2nd grade and found the journals they made us keep and horrid spelling aside (really, pezzo for pizza? I was dumb. And my backwards p's spoke wonders too) I found that I ended a lot of my entries with "that's all." And I do that now! I say "that's all" Or "that's all I got" a fair bit. I found that a wee bit interesting.
Ok. Now I shall go. Ta.
If people don't lock up the goods then it's their own damn fault. Kinda like if a bank left a few bucks laying around. Too bad so sad more for me!
So how's it going? I don't have much to blog about at the time but when I heard the dear sweet (are you picking up on a theme here?) words that some one didn't lock up their wireless I made like a fetus and headed to my computer pronto. Just something special about not using the general access lab. It's magical.
So, uh, started working this week. Not bad, not bad at all. The biggest difference? At five o'clock instead of having 6-7 lanes open and lines there are about three open and a line of maybe two people deep at most. At 8 o'clock their time it feels like 1030 what I'm used to time.
Ay yi yi. The boys next door and their music. I should bang on their door wearing a housecoat, curlers in my hair and a green face mask and screech for them to turn that racket down!
Because when I go for a theme I go big or not at all. That's how it works my friends, that's how I roll.
I'm just so damn excited over the interent! Giddy like a school girl!
So in my one class we've spent the last two weeks watching and learning about Citizen Kane and um, I feel a little unamerican to say this but I don't see the big hype about it. Sure it was ok but I wasn't all flabbergasted about it. But that could be that I don't like movies made before 1975. Me and old movies don't go together like peas and carrots. TCM? Yeah, skipped by every time I go through the channels. I guess I get why it was such a big deal. From a cinematographic (I don't think thats a word...)perspective there were some beautiful shots and the whole going after William Randolf Hearst took balls but I don't know, I just wasn't a huge fan. Though I am glad to finally realize what I knew the name Orsen Welles from. Not Citizen Kane but his War of the Worlds radio broadcast. Strange man.
Well I think that's all I got. No wait! I was going through some ancient school stuff from 2nd grade and found the journals they made us keep and horrid spelling aside (really, pezzo for pizza? I was dumb. And my backwards p's spoke wonders too) I found that I ended a lot of my entries with "that's all." And I do that now! I say "that's all" Or "that's all I got" a fair bit. I found that a wee bit interesting.
Ok. Now I shall go. Ta.
Friday, September 14, 2007
Two Toned Ricky Ricardo Jacket...
Ah! It has been a long while! My free wireless that I was picking up has gone byebye so now I am coming to you from the comfort of my house. Which is in shambles but we won't get into that now.
I had a super weird dream the other night and I must share. So I'm in this room and with me is Tyler and Ashley. I don't know what the room was or why we were there but we were just standing around and knew that someone was going to happen. Then this man is there and he has been stabbed in the back. Literally, not in the you stole my boyfriend you BITCH! way.So we start to help the guy and I gave him my blanket because I guess I thought that'd help. Tyler looked at the wound and decided we should get a doctor so I went into the next room and there were people sitting on benches and one was my grandpa. I said something about needing a doctor and then walked back into the room. Then Ricky Ricardo walked in, in black and white of course, and he was the doctor. I stuck up a conversation about Cuba and Communism with him while he worked on the guy. Then all the sudden the guy was alright got up and left. I took my blanket to my mom and told her to wash it cause I didn't want the guy's nasty germs on it.
Weird right? While I was thinking about my dream I thought I'd give deciphering it a stab (hahaha! get it? stab?!) So I blame the Ricky Ricardo on watching repeats of I love Lucy and having the song by Jimmy Buffet stuck in my head where he says he wish he had a pencil thin mustache the blahblah black hair kind. Two Toned Ricky Ricardo jacket and an autographed picture of Amniosac! (Well that isn't the right name by far but that's what it sounds like to me... ) The knowing what was going to happen before it did I blame on having to read Prometheus Bound for a class and the name Prometheus means forethought. (OH! In the State Journal's superquiz yesterday a question was "who stole fire from the gods?"and guess what? It was Prometheus. That class payed off right there. Trivial knowledge is what I like) Don't know why the back stabbing or why anyone else was there. It was just strange.
Ah Ricky Ricardo. Or in my family,for some reason, it's Ricky Retardo as an insult of sorts.
Weeeeeeelll that's all I got. Enjoying a nice day of watering the lawn, doing laundry and going through mounds of stuff from my bedroom. Fuuuuuuun.
Goodnight Seattle! (you know, like how Fraiser says it. No? Alright)
I had a super weird dream the other night and I must share. So I'm in this room and with me is Tyler and Ashley. I don't know what the room was or why we were there but we were just standing around and knew that someone was going to happen. Then this man is there and he has been stabbed in the back. Literally, not in the you stole my boyfriend you BITCH! way.So we start to help the guy and I gave him my blanket because I guess I thought that'd help. Tyler looked at the wound and decided we should get a doctor so I went into the next room and there were people sitting on benches and one was my grandpa. I said something about needing a doctor and then walked back into the room. Then Ricky Ricardo walked in, in black and white of course, and he was the doctor. I stuck up a conversation about Cuba and Communism with him while he worked on the guy. Then all the sudden the guy was alright got up and left. I took my blanket to my mom and told her to wash it cause I didn't want the guy's nasty germs on it.
Weird right? While I was thinking about my dream I thought I'd give deciphering it a stab (hahaha! get it? stab?!) So I blame the Ricky Ricardo on watching repeats of I love Lucy and having the song by Jimmy Buffet stuck in my head where he says he wish he had a pencil thin mustache the blahblah black hair kind. Two Toned Ricky Ricardo jacket and an autographed picture of Amniosac! (Well that isn't the right name by far but that's what it sounds like to me... ) The knowing what was going to happen before it did I blame on having to read Prometheus Bound for a class and the name Prometheus means forethought. (OH! In the State Journal's superquiz yesterday a question was "who stole fire from the gods?"and guess what? It was Prometheus. That class payed off right there. Trivial knowledge is what I like) Don't know why the back stabbing or why anyone else was there. It was just strange.
Ah Ricky Ricardo. Or in my family,for some reason, it's Ricky Retardo as an insult of sorts.
Weeeeeeelll that's all I got. Enjoying a nice day of watering the lawn, doing laundry and going through mounds of stuff from my bedroom. Fuuuuuuun.
Goodnight Seattle! (you know, like how Fraiser says it. No? Alright)
Friday, September 7, 2007
and the beat goes on
YYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAYYYY!
Eight hours later the Internet connection is still here! Oh happy day!
What I should really be doing is using my time wisely by printing/saving shit I need for class. Uh, yeah right! I'm going to use this time to do something fun. Because it's 1030 on a Friday and I don't have a thing to do until 1230 on Monday. Oh, have I mentioned that I don't have any classes on Friday? Who gets three day weekends? I do! yay!
I'm going to be having a political state of mind this semester. Well, I tend to have a political state of mind almost all the time but it'll be even more thanks to my class load that contains three poli sci classes. The same as last semester. I'll be expanding my knowledge on women, international relations and theory. Add that to political parties/election, policy, ethnic politics and public opinion/behavior from last year and the intro class freshmen and well, I'm almost politiced out. I just made up that word I think, politiced. I'm probably gonna be done with my minor after this year.
Right. So why I shared I don't know but I like to blame coffee.
Anyway, on the political train I continue. Toot toot. Heeeeeeeeeeeere's what I've been thinking. All those politicians and bible toters who want abstinence taught over sex ed, why don't you do the following? Propose that in order to buy the condoms you have to be 18. It makes perfect sense doesn't it? You don't want the youngins to get down and dirty so by banning the purchase of the condoms than no one in their right mind would go off and have unprotected sex right? Ooooh no my mistake. I believe that's happening anyways because some people weren't educated in the no glove no love rule. It would be a simple solution for the congressman with the constituents that want no their kids to wait until marrige and then squeeze out 7 kids. It would make Mama happy right? Wrong. Actually what would be, in my mind, an easy way to paint a congressman who wants abstinence taught over sex ed would be for a different one to say, "Ok well fine. You want abstinence then I'm going to tack an amendment on that says that the legal age to buy condoms is 18" It would force a conversation that could probably screw the other dude over. 'Least I think so. I think I might have babbled a little bit. Once again I blame the coffee for the incoherent parts.
Um right. Enough with that and well this post.
Oh by the way. The Brewers? Tied for first with the Cubs. Just so you know. I know you were curious. Now your curiosity can be quenched.
Eight hours later the Internet connection is still here! Oh happy day!
What I should really be doing is using my time wisely by printing/saving shit I need for class. Uh, yeah right! I'm going to use this time to do something fun. Because it's 1030 on a Friday and I don't have a thing to do until 1230 on Monday. Oh, have I mentioned that I don't have any classes on Friday? Who gets three day weekends? I do! yay!
I'm going to be having a political state of mind this semester. Well, I tend to have a political state of mind almost all the time but it'll be even more thanks to my class load that contains three poli sci classes. The same as last semester. I'll be expanding my knowledge on women, international relations and theory. Add that to political parties/election, policy, ethnic politics and public opinion/behavior from last year and the intro class freshmen and well, I'm almost politiced out. I just made up that word I think, politiced. I'm probably gonna be done with my minor after this year.
Right. So why I shared I don't know but I like to blame coffee.
Anyway, on the political train I continue. Toot toot. Heeeeeeeeeeeere's what I've been thinking. All those politicians and bible toters who want abstinence taught over sex ed, why don't you do the following? Propose that in order to buy the condoms you have to be 18. It makes perfect sense doesn't it? You don't want the youngins to get down and dirty so by banning the purchase of the condoms than no one in their right mind would go off and have unprotected sex right? Ooooh no my mistake. I believe that's happening anyways because some people weren't educated in the no glove no love rule. It would be a simple solution for the congressman with the constituents that want no their kids to wait until marrige and then squeeze out 7 kids. It would make Mama happy right? Wrong. Actually what would be, in my mind, an easy way to paint a congressman who wants abstinence taught over sex ed would be for a different one to say, "Ok well fine. You want abstinence then I'm going to tack an amendment on that says that the legal age to buy condoms is 18" It would force a conversation that could probably screw the other dude over. 'Least I think so. I think I might have babbled a little bit. Once again I blame the coffee for the incoherent parts.
Um right. Enough with that and well this post.
Oh by the way. The Brewers? Tied for first with the Cubs. Just so you know. I know you were curious. Now your curiosity can be quenched.
time limit
oh my gosh!
I have some how picked up on some wireless here in my apartment....yippie!
school is fan-flippin-tastic so far.
that's really all I got. nothing to exciting.
I have some how picked up on some wireless here in my apartment....yippie!
school is fan-flippin-tastic so far.
that's really all I got. nothing to exciting.
Thursday, August 30, 2007
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.
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.
Monday, August 27, 2007
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.
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.
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