Friday, December 16, 2005

No school for 30 days

Well finals are over...and this was probably the easiest semester I have ever had. Passed my barrier exam and am getting 'A's in all of my classes, except one, in which I am getting an 'A-'. Gawd, life for a nerd is so hard.

I plan on spending some time with Craiger before I leave for home next week, and working my ass off here in CoMo on the never-ending-QTL-mapping-project.

But this afternoon to relax, I went to Artisan and listened to all of Puccini's Il Tabarro and read along in the score. (When people ask me from now on why I like it so much, I will say: "Because the baritone strangles the tenor at the end".)

Which is true.

Well now I am off to the gym and then later to NKN where I will sink into a debauched state never again to be repeated.

Wednesday, December 14, 2005

I just got saran-wrapped into my bathroom.

The mind-numbing boredom of final’s week is finally getting to Aaron and Lane. Such pranks remind me of freshmen year...long, long ago.

Unfortunately, I was like, “Oh, look. I guess I can’t get out.”

If I had my wits about me, I would have said something to the effect of, “Oh you cruel, yet hitherto elusive food-wrap. You mock me! While you feign transparency, you really mirror my own person. Thin. Clear. Able to cover salad bowls and holiday cookies to prevent desiccation.”

Sunday, December 11, 2005

Sparked by a conversation with Tessa about our Cancer status (and how we are too attached to our mothers), I have compiled a list of things my mom has taught me.

1)How to be (fashionably) late to everything.
2)How to be afraid of germs.
3)How to defend myself from attacking dogs.
4)How to prepare and eat 6-7 servings of fruit a day.
5)How to clean a bathroom.
6)How to multitask. Example: doing laundry, baking, listening to talk radio, entertaining small children, and talking on the phone at the same time.
7)How to write letters.
8)How to pack a sack lunch.
9)How to take care of a pregnant woman. Feed them Braunswagger and spinach.

Wednesday, December 07, 2005

On the floor in opera today:

Amy: Do you want to go to a gay club with me?
Me: No, I hear SoCo sucks ass, and not the good kind.
Amy: What is the good kind?
Me: Ken-Doll man-ass. What? You don't like that kind of ass?
Amy: Bitch, please.

Emily: If we procreated, it was just be for funsies. You don’t like girls.
Me: Oh. Does anyone procreate not for “funsies”?

Monday, December 05, 2005

Pay my liability, take care of my babies

This is my life in a nut-shell for the last couple days:

Saturday Craig and I left as planned to see Rob Thomas in KC. It was a fantastic show, and even the opening act, Anna Nalick had lots of spunk. RT isn’t my favorite music, per say, but he is an amazing performer and a very expressive vocalist.

That evening we met up with Jeff and Steven, and since I don’t have a fake ID (and therefore couldn’t get into “any” clubs in KC), we went to grab some food. At Denny’s. Big mistake. Approximately 4 AM I woke up to worship the porcelain god. Until about 4:30. Needless to say, I felt (and looked) like hammered shit all day Sunday.

On the bright side, I woke up this morning and was almost completely fine, leading me to believe it was some *very* acute food poisoning.

And with the help of my Whitney club mixes, and wild berry skittles, I will conquer this week, and then the semester. So there!

PS. It was snowing. Probably less than 1/8 of an inch, but I still called my Craiger. (Shuffles feet, purses lips)