Oh dear. I sure am something.
Geoff and I went driving around Morse Road today. We went bowling first off. He beat me all three times in three games. It was great fun. Then we hit some shops and went out to eat. It was a wonderful outing. After eating we started back towards his place, a short 10 minute drive away. Geoff fell asleep. I drove. So I get out on Morse Road, then I’m supposed to take 71 south and onward towards campus. Well… I managed the Morse Road part, but then I took 71…hehehe…. NORTH.
Twenty minutes later: “Whoops!”
I kept quiet and stroked Geoff’s hand as he slept and as I drove as fast as I could back to Columbus in a newly forming blizzard. Whoops.
At least he laughed at it when he woke up forty minutes later and still on the road.
Friday, March 11, 2005
Ong-Bak! Princess Pinocchio!
The other day Geoff and I went to see the uber coolest movie, Ong-Bak. Geoff had the movie downloaded and watched weeks ago but his version didn’t have subtitles. So the other day he calls me and says that he found out Ong-Bak ( with subtitles and on a BIG screen ) is playing at the mall’s theatre at 10pm. Sweet! But I was 9:20pm, I was twenty minutes away from Geoff, then we were thirty minutes away from the theatre. So I drove fast. I mean really fast. The numbers don’t work out, but we made it! We got to the mall, ran in, breathlessly bought the tickets, a red slurpy for me and a blue one for him, and made it to our seats as the first scene opened. Go see Ong-Bak! I really recommend it if you want to be completely and utterly amazed, then you like to feel all psyched and like you can totally kick ass after a movie. ‘Cause it’ll do that to you. It’s also pretty funny. Go see it now. Now…. now!
Yesterday I was HillbillyKayt. The Mazda needed to get taken into the dealership as part of the trade in deal… thing. So I went to delta, where we were keeping the Mazda, and with my fathers help (and a charge) we got it started. While it was running, surprising as it was, I started the drive to the dealership with my dad, in his work van, following me. I got down the street, on the freeway and life was good. Or at least it was good for about three and a half minutes. Then I stopped moving forward, there was a ball of blue smoke, something make a snapping sound, and the hood of my car started leaking a green spray and a stinky smoke. Yeah… so I pulled over. The Mazda was again very, very dead… and on the side of I270.
And here’s where the hillbilly-ness comes in.
My father and I called John and Kenny (old family friends) from Delta to come help us. They show up in their work van and say that they’re gonna tow the Mazda to the dealership. How you ask? Well, first you get a big ass five foot long pipe and put a chain through it. Then you wrap one end of that chain around some bit of the Mazda and the other end around some bit of John’s work van. Then you put my poor, brave little father in the very dead Mazda and tell him to steer while John tows him around the outskirts of Columbus then downtown to the dealership. Keep this in mind about the Mazda-- it has no power steering, no brakes by this point, no lights, and the car is chained three feet from the van’s bumper. On top of that, John is driving. If you knew him, you would have feared for my father’s life like I did. And if you knew Kenny, who was driving the other van with me in it, you would have feared for my life even more.
So at about 7:30pm yesterday, as it was snowing pretty heavily, I was on the verge of hysteric screams as I was whipped around in a rusty old work van that was following another rusty old work van that was towing a very rusty old Mazda with my little dad inside. I was all buckled up, had my feet up on the dashboard and my white knuckled hand holding on to the “oh shit” bar, while I tried to call Geoff to tell him I love him one last time before I was sure I’d die.
But, good news. I didn’t die. And my father didn’t die. And now I must go bowling. Wish me luck.
Yesterday I was HillbillyKayt. The Mazda needed to get taken into the dealership as part of the trade in deal… thing. So I went to delta, where we were keeping the Mazda, and with my fathers help (and a charge) we got it started. While it was running, surprising as it was, I started the drive to the dealership with my dad, in his work van, following me. I got down the street, on the freeway and life was good. Or at least it was good for about three and a half minutes. Then I stopped moving forward, there was a ball of blue smoke, something make a snapping sound, and the hood of my car started leaking a green spray and a stinky smoke. Yeah… so I pulled over. The Mazda was again very, very dead… and on the side of I270.
And here’s where the hillbilly-ness comes in.
My father and I called John and Kenny (old family friends) from Delta to come help us. They show up in their work van and say that they’re gonna tow the Mazda to the dealership. How you ask? Well, first you get a big ass five foot long pipe and put a chain through it. Then you wrap one end of that chain around some bit of the Mazda and the other end around some bit of John’s work van. Then you put my poor, brave little father in the very dead Mazda and tell him to steer while John tows him around the outskirts of Columbus then downtown to the dealership. Keep this in mind about the Mazda-- it has no power steering, no brakes by this point, no lights, and the car is chained three feet from the van’s bumper. On top of that, John is driving. If you knew him, you would have feared for my father’s life like I did. And if you knew Kenny, who was driving the other van with me in it, you would have feared for my life even more.
So at about 7:30pm yesterday, as it was snowing pretty heavily, I was on the verge of hysteric screams as I was whipped around in a rusty old work van that was following another rusty old work van that was towing a very rusty old Mazda with my little dad inside. I was all buckled up, had my feet up on the dashboard and my white knuckled hand holding on to the “oh shit” bar, while I tried to call Geoff to tell him I love him one last time before I was sure I’d die.
But, good news. I didn’t die. And my father didn’t die. And now I must go bowling. Wish me luck.
Wednesday, March 9, 2005
Someone supply me with a topic on race! Somthing that would be appropriate to publish in a magazine.
...please.
I’m in the computer lab right now desperately trying to think of some wonderful topic about race to write my final essay on. It’s due in a few hours and if I don’t get it in I’m simply fucked. It’s snowing very prettily outside and from my place near the window I can watch it swirl around a little grassy area. There’s a big fat old crow or raven bird walking in that little grassy area. He won’t fly and seems to have a patch of white on one wing. Hun, I looked away to type that one sentence and now he’s gone. Quick old bird.
My second fencing class was yesterday. It consisted of warm ups that were life threatening then actual epée bouts! The Russian coaches plugged me up to the electronic scoring do-hickey, put a blade in my hand and told me to go at it. And I did. And I beat some of the guys! It was great fun. I didn’t expect to land any hits since I’m so very out of shape and my technique has practically rusted away, but I did. When you get a chance to fence in a bout with another fencer and try new things and get hit and hit them back you kinda forget how your muscles are burning and throbbing. But it’s a new day and I remember now. Ow. My bootie hurts.
I’m in the computer lab right now desperately trying to think of some wonderful topic about race to write my final essay on. It’s due in a few hours and if I don’t get it in I’m simply fucked. It’s snowing very prettily outside and from my place near the window I can watch it swirl around a little grassy area. There’s a big fat old crow or raven bird walking in that little grassy area. He won’t fly and seems to have a patch of white on one wing. Hun, I looked away to type that one sentence and now he’s gone. Quick old bird.
My second fencing class was yesterday. It consisted of warm ups that were life threatening then actual epée bouts! The Russian coaches plugged me up to the electronic scoring do-hickey, put a blade in my hand and told me to go at it. And I did. And I beat some of the guys! It was great fun. I didn’t expect to land any hits since I’m so very out of shape and my technique has practically rusted away, but I did. When you get a chance to fence in a bout with another fencer and try new things and get hit and hit them back you kinda forget how your muscles are burning and throbbing. But it’s a new day and I remember now. Ow. My bootie hurts.
Saturday, March 5, 2005
Inyuasha!
Inyuasha!
You're Sesshoumaru! you are calm and collected and
you don't show any emotion at all. But inside
we all know you are a softy, it's just a matter
of showing it to everyone else. Be open once in
a while and maybe even date one of your many
fans!
What Inuyasha Character are you?
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I am so addicted to this show. Somebody buy me all the seasons on DVD pretty, pretty please.
Side note: I had my first fencing class on campus this last Tuesday, and today I was able to bend my legs for the first time since then! And it hurt so much after I bent my knees that I wanted to cry. Muscles weren’t made to take a couple hundred lunges.
You're Sesshoumaru! you are calm and collected and
you don't show any emotion at all. But inside
we all know you are a softy, it's just a matter
of showing it to everyone else. Be open once in
a while and maybe even date one of your many
fans!
What Inuyasha Character are you?
brought to you by Quizilla
I am so addicted to this show. Somebody buy me all the seasons on DVD pretty, pretty please.
Side note: I had my first fencing class on campus this last Tuesday, and today I was able to bend my legs for the first time since then! And it hurt so much after I bent my knees that I wanted to cry. Muscles weren’t made to take a couple hundred lunges.
Sunday, February 27, 2005
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.
....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.
Saturday, February 26, 2005
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.
Thursday, February 24, 2005
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.
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.
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