Not much has changed

I was going through some old scrapbooks when I stumbled across this email I wrote to my friend BCL our Sr Year in college. Read below:

You know you've been in college too long when:
1. Your diet consists of coffee, vivarin, and fast food.
2. Keeping a fish alive is the most important accomplishment.
3. The dates keep getting older and older.
4. Watching TV (i.e. shows like "The Simpsons," "Friends," and "ER") becomes more important than studying.
5. Sleeping becomes more important than anything.
6. You can argue about the symbolism found in various episodes of "The Simpsons," but a 2 page paper on an entire book is totally beyond you.
7. Laundry becomes a major financial decision.
8. You can't see past the wall of graduation.
9. You routinely wander the apartment late at night writing strange and involved messages on memo boards as a method of procrastination.
10. If given a choice between buying bread and beer, you buy beer.
11. Mail is a reason for a party.
12. The people around you are all graduating.
13. When adding up your monthly expenses, you don't forget to include cover charge and beer money
14. The words, "I'm really stupid for going out tonight" come out of your moth at least once a week--usually while downing your third or fourth beer.
15. You spend every waking moment on Lambda Moo talking to various other deadbeats while still claiming, "I'm in control!"
16. You know how to get puke stains out of your clothes, especially red ones.
17. The people on TV keep getting younger and younger.
18. You get excited over spaghetti-os.
19. You think nothing of writing 45 cent checks
20. Ok...so he's nineteen. I was, too. Once.

Yeah, I've regressed. ;-)

Mc Lovin'

Some of you know that my boys have nicknames due to a dream I had about one particular guy who answered the door in McSteamy (from Grey's Anatomy) form. From then on, my friends and I dubbed my boys with McNames, but I've never really done an homage to them. So, to all the Mcs I've loved before:

McSteamy
McNB
McX
McBaby
McPapa
McAGboy
McLegal

Crappy Strappy

Today I celebrated my new white trash status by going to the local grocery store wearing a yellow tank top with my pink bra showing. Yup.

I bought pringles. I splurged. I want to go back to the full time working world. This sucks ass.

Prax, if you're home tonight, have a distance white russian with me.

Voting in the LBB

If I needed any encouragement to get my voter's registration moved over to LBB, here it is. Sadly, this news article paints a calm picture of this brewing controversy. In reality, you'd see a death match here.

http://www.kcbd.com/global/story.asp?s=8989193

Seriously Lubbockites, join the rest of the free world and get out from under the reign of greed and religiosity.

All wet

Today I had to get up at the ass crack of dawn. I hate the ass crack of dawn. Plus, it was cold. I hate the cold. And it was raining. I like the rain but not at the ass crack of dawn in the cold.

I made it through the day and was almost on my way to the bus stop when I thought I'd run to the restroom really quickly. And then my day got worse.

Ok, I tried looking up the proper terms for the toilet mechanisms, but I'm too damned exhausted and I have to cook spaghetti for a potluck dinner tonight, so you're just going to get Kim terminology. You know the big pipe thingy that extends from the back of the toilet and attaches to the flusher? yeah, that thing blew off today. I flushed, and the fucking thing blew off. I'm not kidding. It exploded like a geyser, sending water all over me, across the top of the stalls, raining down on everyone. It looked like Old Faithful.

And to add insult to almost injury, it made this horrific sound and I jumped backwards out of the stall covering my eyes and mouth which were getting gushed upon, bumping into people standing in line who were doing the same, and then into all the people who came in to see what the explosion was.

Yeah, today sucked. Or rather, IT BLEW!

Why

Why am I here?

Daydream Believer

I stood at the bus stop in the rain this morning. In fact, my whole morning started with rain--dark skies, no thunder, huge droplets. I promptly reset my alarm (no need to run) and went back to sleep. Then I woke up to more rain, a nice 2 block walk to the stop, and we're back at the beginning of my post.

So I'm at the bus stop, grumbling because it's 10 min late and I could've stayed dry at home, and the bus finally emerges, opens its doors, and swallows me. I slosh to the back, sit down and realize that the radio is exceptionally loud this morning. Cupid is playing. The swooney sound combined with the tappity tap of the rain lulled me into a trance.

Then the song ended, followed by some mundane Lubbock commercials, so I began looking at the people on the bus. Everyone else seemed to be in a trance, too. But the cool thing is that every seat was taken and all were filled with different generations, races, religions...all bobbing their heads to the motion of the bus.

When suddenly the commercials stop and Hooked on a Feeling bursts through like a rainbow [ok seriously, how funny is the slomo hand moving the 45 to the turntable?]. And it's like magic, like one of those coke commercials. I begin singing, uncontrollably, and at first Devon, the Freebird's employee, looks at me quizzically, but then joins in. As do the twins on the second row and the woman in front of Devon who looks like one of the Supremes. Finally, the whole bus is swaying and singing, "I-I-I-I-I am hooked on a feeling. I'm high on believing that you're in love with me."

It was amazing, a ray of sunshine in my day.

And then I realized, I was the only one singing.

Bastard of the day

It was posted weeks ago, but I've neglected my feminist reading.

Canned biscuits would be heaven compared to the slop I'd feed this jackass for breakfast. Come to think of it, though, I wouldn't be serving breakfast to this jackass or any jackass.

Dream a little dream

Looking back at old posts, and June 2007 was filled with crazy ass dreams. The van, hippos, the pay pal blues, alien sex.

Crazy.

Laboring in Lubbock

So I went for my 13 mile run this morning. It wasn't too bad. The weather is cool today. I'm still slow, though. We're looking at a 6-6 1/2 hour marathon pace. ugh.
Two months to go, though, so maybe I can speed it up, and I am certainly stronger than I was last year. I don't even hurt after 13.

So while running, I could smell the bbq pits/grills firing up. Slow cooked brisket making was about to begin. Hank Hill would be proud. And so after running, I took a little nap and decided to venture out into town for some bbq. After all, what is Labor Day without bbq, and what is Lubbock without a myriad of bbq joints to choose from?

No luck. Everything in LBB is closed down for the holiday--stores and restaurants swathed in American flags (which made me almost wonder if it was actually memorial day or something). But the grocery store was open, so I picked up some brisket, potato salad and spinach dip, and settled in with Solaris, the sci fi pick of the day, and a Fat Tire. My parents stocked my fridge with beer enough to last me until december.

Despite the bbq letdown, I liked the LBB a little more today. Everything is better when you run. There are parks everywhere, and I dig the buildings. It's like The Last Picture Show. And I found another free food event this week. All I have to do is pretend I am a mechanical engineering major. I figure I'll wikipedia the main points and drop a few words like thermodynamics and pneumatics. Ooo and control theory; I like that one. Or I'll just wear a short skirt and smile. It worked at the International student gala last week. Sadly, I arrived too late for food.

Happy Labor Day.