You want to find yourself some curtains and a teflon pan [which is down on the second floor which you have to get to from the top floor] so instead of just taking a left that brings you down to that floor you of course have to walk around the showroom with all of the different room set ups... sigh.  I love that store.  It is the mecca of life.  I swear.  IKEA is my god... my heaven... and so on and so forth... haha.

but a list is a must.  I promise when I go in like another month I will bring a list... I swear!  hahaha... like that is going to happen.

moral of this tale:
always be prepared with a list or else you will spend more than you wanted... he he

pumpkin spice lattes are never a good idea.

 

Now not to say that some people may not like them… but… when you are expecting something amazing and slightly like a chai latte… well then you are in the shock of your life…

It was cold this morning and I was oh so uber happy to be able to drink a nice hot drink and my friend and I went into our favorite haunt, starbucks [where they know our names and our regular drinks… is that a bad thing?], and we each ordered something different for a change.  I smelled the latte and it was quite deceptively enticing [kinda like a stranger in an unmarked van with a puppy… the puppy sounds like a good idea and is adorable… but in the end it is a very bad life decision to get in that van.].

Like I said it smelled divine… so I took a huge drink and was about to give a contented sigh when the taste hit me.  It was a mocha pumpkin spice thingy… and firstly I do not like coffee or mocha thingys so my taste buds were ambushed with the foul taste of coffee… of course I said to my friend, this is amazing – try it!  And she was like ‘blech!’ and she likes coffee… she said it was bitter… I said it was gross… so I begrudgingly attempted to drink it [because my $3.00 was not about to be wasted… oh no].  but it was to no avail… it was still nasty.  And I was sad… my starbucks adventure was ruined… and I was slightly tearful.

Thankfully because I have come to know everyone who works there… that is pretty said actually… and I was like ok, this isn’t what I expected… can I just get my regular.  And bless his little heart, Mark Hamill [that actually isn’t his name – we just call him that because he looks like pre carwreck Mark Hamill – Luke Skywalker for people who don’t know… New Hope Luke] gave me my chai free of charge… and it was divine. 

moral of this tale:

Don’t be afraid to try something new… and when it sucks don’t be afraid to ask for something different… haha.

when someone says 'ew your feet smell.' they are probably right.

I swear I never thought that I would live to see the day where someone said that to me… but thus it happened.  Of course I denied it – and then later when I was in my privacy of my room I took a big old whiff… and there was nothing… so then I was still curious so I picked up my shoe and ‘dayummm…’ it smelled like shit.  Actually just the left shoe smelled terrible… so I was confused.  

I hunted for the culprit and like a wounded animal I heard its cry among the carnage in my room… duhn duhn duhn!  For in fact it was neither my shoe nor my foot… but it was my ankle brace.  Seriously… a hazmat call was almost required.

Apparently if you do not wash those things like every other day they begin to turn into this evil nasal assaulting biological weapon.  So what did I do with it?  Threw it at my dad and said, “smell this!” and he did, then threw the remote in retaliation, and then he was like “ha, told you so.”

So since I am still wearing that damnable beast I must wash it all the time and odor eater it… because as I have found that fabric that they use does not breathe and thus retains all things nasty. 

moral of this tale:

Wash your foot braces and your clothes on a regular basis… or else you shall have foul beasts lurking in your room and on your person causing innocent bystanders to wrinkle their noses in disgust.

‘meh’ is the most inclusive word in the english language

 

Really.  It is.  Think about it.  When you do not want to give a decisive answer what do you say?  ‘meh’.  When you want something out of reach what do you do?  Point at it desperately and say ‘meh’, twenty bucks someone will get whatever it was for you.  When you are angry at someone you just shout an angry ‘MEH!’  haha.  I figured that out today when my friends and I kept saying it – but then we realized that we were not making an annoying noise we actually were saying a whole sentence in just a three letter word.

For instance, that this situation into consideration:

            You are walking down main street on campus when someone on a bicycle just barrels down the cobble stone with no regard for other human life and almost hits you and subsequently kills and or injures you… what do you yell?  “MEH!”  what did you mean by that angry and most eloquent ‘meh?’  Why you meant, “Get the hell of the fucking road you bastard!  You almost ran over me!  God damn learn to ride a bike.  Bastard…”

See why ‘meh’ is amazing.  You do not have to offend anyone with your vulgarity but you will totally get your point across.

moral of this tale:

In place of verbal assault and word vomit just say the simple and efficient word ‘meh’ and you will get results… haha

they are only doing their job.

 

I say that because I know how frustrating it is when people get angry at me when I am work… and I just want to be like hey… it’s my job… I can’t help it.
 

So now that I am done defending them… I shall rant and ream them a new one.  I can not stand pollsters… I hate them and I can not stand them.  I mean yes I get it, you want people to register to vote … but is it necessary to have six people attack one person in a five minute span.  Ummm… HELLO!  You all have been wandering around campus assaulting people for the past two weeks… if they haven’t register by now with your constant hounding I am pretty sure that they do not want to or they have already… like me.
 

Oh and another thing about you pollsters… why do you all assume that I am going to vote for the popular college choice candidate? [a.k.a. democrat] I am sick and tired of assuming that just because I am in college I am a] dumb, b] unmotivated, c] democrat, and d] lazy.
 

I happen to be intelligent and I happen to research my candidates and issues before I vote for them.  I am motivated enough to have my voice heard and to assert my opinions without annoying people.  I am a moderate… not a democrat and not a republican.  And I am not lazy… I do not need someone to drive me to the board of elections to vote… I know how on my own.  So meh.

 

moral of this tale:

They are doing their job and I should appreciate that they want to get people involved in their government and in their politics, considering it is something you strongly believe in – but at the same time they should know when to leave you alone… so you do not attack anyone or reduce them to tears… which that I am guilty of… sadly.

working out is good... just wait a while to go to level fifteen

So like I said working out is good.  Amazing actually.  You feel awesome afterwards and eventually you will start to look pretty damn good too.  [yay exercise!]  I am totally in support of healthy living and exercise and getting your ass of the couch and out into the world… but of course that does come with its limitations… which I had forgotten.

I worked out every other day for about four months at the beginning of the year and by the end I could work out for two hours without any problems and I was on high resistance for many of the machines… so when I started working out today I was like, alright let’s do this!  [of course in a very deep manly voice… so it was more like, “LETS TO THIS… RAWR! – ok maybe without the rawr… but you get the picture.]
 

Anyways… I was able to work out with more difficult settings and didn’t put into consideration that I haven’t worked out regularly [ok, not at all unless you count running to class or running around the zoo like a maniac] since like March.  So I went on the elliptical today and put it on my normal expert setting [level 3] and on sub level 10 [out of 20]  Yeaaahhhhh…. Not a good idea.  Nope.  Not at all.  Terrible idea.
 

I hurt and ache and my ankle is not very happy with me [I guess since I sprained my ankle only less than a week ago it was not my smartest decision in the world anyways].  But even though I am hurting a bit [and by a bit I mean a lot] I feel so good about myself – my body is all HELL YEAH!  good bye love handles!  goodbye ass!  goodbye gut!  And hello miss sexy!  Haha. [yes, my internal monologue sounds like that]

 

moral of this tale:

Working out makes you feel amazing.  So work out and feel better about yourself… I swear if you are having a terrible day just go run or jog or what have you and within an hour you will feel amazingly amazing and awesome.  [too many amazings?  I think not.]

so I have decided to try something.  everyday for the next 365 days I am going to write in this journal… which is really just an extension of my everyday use one… and I am going to write about something that I learned that day or something I observed.  sometimes it may be funny sometimes it might be a bitch fest... so it is going to be an interesting project.

I started this on 10.01.2008... so it should end on 10.01.2009... exactly a year... haha.