My new car needs a new name!

I got a new car! Well, new to me. If you haven’t already heard, the Mazda BUG....



....died on me this last Tuesday.

It taught many people to drive stick, it carried me all around since high school, and it’s unreliability created many adventures. But it’s time to move on. The Mazda BUG is now up for someone else to have and in it’s place I’ve got a pretty little zippy hyundai ‘04. Check us out!



Aren’t we just so cute together?

Now it needs a name.

The Million Dollar Man!

Work is always such fun. Today’s guest… the Million Dollar Man! He’s so cranky about his creamy soup too.

Today I sat in the front for the ground floor windows, in the Journalism building, watching people through the one way glass windows. It's interesting watching people walk right in front of me, oblivious, without making any eye contact. With today’s temperatures at a chilly 23 degrees, I decided to gauge how far each individual person walked manly based on the degree of pink in their cheeks. Of course I’m taking into consideration a few variables—- general health, dress, estimated weight of book bag and weather or not they’re carrying a hot drink or not.

The red head that just walked in front of me—- 10lbs overweight, appropriate dress, 30lb+ book bag, no hot drink, cheeks = very rosy. Estimated distance walked = 3/4 of a mile.

Next guess-- man in shorts. Ideal weight, appropriate dress, no book bag, not hot drink, cheeks = hardly rosy. Estimated distance walked = 50 feet. Probably just came from Larkin’s rec center.

I’m so good.

Care of Spark’s Carnage… if we’re still calling it the carnage:

Book Game by Texas Biscuit

Here are the rules:
1. Grab the nearest book.
2. Open the book to page 123.
3. Find the fifth sentence.
4. Post the text of the next 3 sentences on your blog along with these instructions.
5. Don’t you dare dig for that “cool” or “intellectual” book in your closet! I know you were thinking about it! Just pick up whatever is closest.

“The problem had emerged in various forms. Gillie had been unable to track down the assistants Burt spoke of in his sturdy. And there was an odd omission of essential methodological details from Burt’s reports and the citations for the details to sources that proved elusive.”

How Science Works – John D. Norton

I know that sounds just oh soooo interesting, but it’s a text book from Geoff’s stat’s class. Sorry, but it was the closest book.

A few days ago I pulled into my regular parking spot downtown, on a slight hill, and put up the brake on my beautiful Mazda. I sat there for just a moment before turning and looking at the car beside me. It was pulling out! It was an empty car and it was reversing from its parking spot all on its own! Then I realized it was really me, that my brakes suck and I was rolling down hill into god only knows what. That happens all too often. Then last night my car broke down…. again. That also happens all too often.

The other day I went for about 35 hours without sleep and about 24 without food. Not fun. But thankfully that doesn’t happen all too often. But now I’m eating chocolate and all is well.

Gah! I just downloaded Burst! for the first time since I've had my laptop, and... and... gah! Since when is suprnova.com a paysite?! I want free torrents? What are all the broke kids using nowadays? I want free movies, damn it all to hell! Whaaaaa!


Hun, when you type “pop culture” in google you only get 7 results. That’s odd.

But when I type in “backwards mother humping space ship” I get… 0 results. Okay. Fine.

I am in great need of some decent .jpg’s of a Darwin fish and a Jesus fish for my english presentation... and google isn’t helping. Anyone got fish up their sleeves? I will pounce accordingly for payment.

Shamelessly stolen from Pop

Not big on trust, eh?


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I'm not paranoid am I? AM I?!?!?!

Wow, I have a midterm this evening and a five page essay to come up with. I'm kinda unprepared....uhhh.... I have nothing.

Yawywawa

I feel swingy. I’m so odd lately.

At the moment I’m happy. I love that my boyfriend leaves me voicemails. I love watching little college kids gushing about a “hot chick” at subway. I love that it’s getting warm outside. I love sewing.

And, because I’m like this, I love showing off my partially done quilt. It’s the first one I’ve done for myself…. well, not quite done yet.


And because I took the picture, I love my chipped red toenails.

Everyone should look like an idiot at least once a day

I think I’ve about hit my due date on a mental spring cleaning. My brain needs rinsed and my innards taken out and polished.

I really need some something. I‘m not sure how to explain it. I‘ve been looking to get back into fencing-- you know, beating someone violently with a blade is always a good form of release, but the only place nearby is my old club and I don’t want to go back there.

Skydiving would be my next choice… actually my first choice… ah, to stand at the open door of a plane 15,000 feet up in the air. You can just stand there and look down. Then you let go of the handle at the top of the door and nothing is holding you back. I know it sounds cliché, but you do feel so free. It’s like all of those insane thoughts you have, “what would it be like if I just did this” you get to do. You stand inside a safe plane and get to make the decision to lean forward and just fall. But, I can’t do that until it gets a little warmer, then when it gets warm there’s still the little matter of a couple of hundred dollars each time I go. Boo.

So, since I have to think more realistically, I’ve decided to go swimming a couple nights a week at the Holiday Inn. I get out of school at about 10pm and afterwards I’ll just pop in at work for an hour or two and log some relaxing Kayt and water time. I think it’ll be nice and hopefully at that time I’ll have the pool all to myself.

Well, the point to all of the above was really to get you here. Now I’ve explained that I want to go swimming and why, and now I can tell you about Target. (I hope you didn‘t get your hopes up because it isn’t‘ much) ….I went to Target the other day. I needed a new swimsuit. Preferably a nice brown bikini that’ll make my breasts happy and hold my bottom in. Well, what I found was a couple of isles of white itty bikinis that wouldn’t hold a bottom and had cherries or ugly black, green and pink stripes. But I didn’t have anything else too do so I wandered around looking and poking at them until I’d seen all of them six times. So I gave up and started wandering the rest of the store. Then I left and walked around Columbus for a little bit while I waited for Geoff to get out of class. Finally I went back to his apartment, took of my coat, then my scarf… and on my scarf, right above my belly, was one of those big “feminine strip” papers from the inside of bikini bottoms. I had gotten stuck to my scarf while I was walking through those little bathing suit isles. And I wore it all around Columbus. I wish that little experience on everyone someday.

KISS MY HEAD

I have some serious need for real people hugs. I had such a nasty nightmare last night that I was seriously considering skipping work and at least one class to stay in bed and sob (I feel some feminine weakness coming on). For a quick overview of my dream—I was married to Geoff (yay!) but I came home one day to see him and another woman packing up our belongings and putting them into storage. Then this other woman moved in with us. Then she kicked me out of my own bed room (I had to sleep in the driveway). The she made my whole damn family love her. Then she made Geoff cut his beautiful long hair. Then she made Geoff love her. Then they moved away to California together and I was alone and everyone missed her and hated me (for reasons still hazy). Okay, so it sounds really clingy and womanly and not all that important after I write it out, but it made me really sad. No, like REALLY SAD. And now I’m all weepy and drinking my second cup of hot chocolate and working on another chocolate dipped chocolate donut and still no one has hugged me or kissed my head.