I forgot to tell you guys about my Valentines Day! It was the first time I actually had a Valentine but, unfortunately, my Valentine had to work all day.
So I spent the day alone making heart shaped cut-out cookies. I made about 40 cookies, thinking that it was nothing. And to bake 40 cookies was nothing, but to frost and decorate 40 cookies was something-a whole lot of work. But they did turn out cute.
My Valentine came over around 9:30 and we exchanged gifts. I got a nice box of chocolates and a stuffed monkey named Bonsai. Normally, I hate stuffed animals, but this little monkey was so cute I just couldn’t help but love the little guy.
After exchanging gifts, we made a frozen pizza and watched The Time Traveler’s Wife. My Valentine fell asleep about 10 minutes into the movie. And by the time he woke up, Valentine’s Day was over.
So Valentine’s Day wasn’t a huge success this year, but the important thing was that I got to eat yummy cookies all day.
And I woke up the next morning to find that I could no longer fit into my skinny jeans:(
Wednesday, March 24, 2010
My Fourth Confessional
Today my confessional is going to be very short, but there is one pressing matter that I feel I need to address.
I moved away from Kansas to a worldly view of life. I was so excited to move close to D.C. My thinking was that it would not be full of narrow-minded jackasses; I could not have been more wrong.
Just for the record I am not a homosexual but I have ZERO tolerance for homophobia of any kind. And it pisses me off when people say that gay marriage should be illegal. I don’t care what your reason is for thinking this way-it is absolutely ridiculous!
Now to be fair, I am a Catholic and I was raised that homosexuality is wrong. And I still believe that it may be wrong. I don’t think that you can be gay one week and straight the next-you’re either gay or you’re not. But your sexual orientation is not to be judged by your peers, but by God and God alone.
With that said, I still am hearing the same arguments about the sanctity of marriage being corroded by homosexual unions. And my thought is this-as long as divorce is accepted, homosexual unions should be accepted as well, because divorce is just as corrosive, if not more, than homosexual unions.
If I wanted to be with a bunch of Bible-beating Republicans, I would have kept my ass in Kansas. Now shape up, America.
I moved away from Kansas to a worldly view of life. I was so excited to move close to D.C. My thinking was that it would not be full of narrow-minded jackasses; I could not have been more wrong.
Just for the record I am not a homosexual but I have ZERO tolerance for homophobia of any kind. And it pisses me off when people say that gay marriage should be illegal. I don’t care what your reason is for thinking this way-it is absolutely ridiculous!
Now to be fair, I am a Catholic and I was raised that homosexuality is wrong. And I still believe that it may be wrong. I don’t think that you can be gay one week and straight the next-you’re either gay or you’re not. But your sexual orientation is not to be judged by your peers, but by God and God alone.
With that said, I still am hearing the same arguments about the sanctity of marriage being corroded by homosexual unions. And my thought is this-as long as divorce is accepted, homosexual unions should be accepted as well, because divorce is just as corrosive, if not more, than homosexual unions.
If I wanted to be with a bunch of Bible-beating Republicans, I would have kept my ass in Kansas. Now shape up, America.
My Third Confessional
Last night I was making dinner for a friend, when my blackberry goes off; I had a facebook friend request, not just any friend request- it was from my mother!!
I was completely shocked. I had no idea that my mother knew how to turn on the computer monitor, let alone log onto the internet and go to a webpage. Once the waves of shock subsided, I confirmed her.
I was eating my delicious Italian dinner (yes I can cook) when my mother calls me. I answer the phone, and before I can spit out the word “hi,” she’s screaming at me.
What the fuck is her problem?!?!?!?!?!?!
I had completely forgotten that I had pictures from Halloween on my page. I had been Dorothy from The Wizard Of Oz this year, but it was a sexy version of Dorothy that showed by boobs and my bum. So not only did my mother get to see my goodies, but also got to see me taking shots in almost every picture.
Hey, I was just having a good time;)
Since I know that my mother is not tech-savvy, I told her that the pictures were just photo-shopped, and she completely believed it. She wasn’t quite sure why I would want photos like that available for others to see, but I assured her that it was just a college thing.
Damn, really dodged a bullet there!
Ladies and Gents, if you’re going to learn one thing from this blog let it be this:
DO NOT have your parents be your friend on facebook!
I was completely shocked. I had no idea that my mother knew how to turn on the computer monitor, let alone log onto the internet and go to a webpage. Once the waves of shock subsided, I confirmed her.
I was eating my delicious Italian dinner (yes I can cook) when my mother calls me. I answer the phone, and before I can spit out the word “hi,” she’s screaming at me.
What the fuck is her problem?!?!?!?!?!?!
I had completely forgotten that I had pictures from Halloween on my page. I had been Dorothy from The Wizard Of Oz this year, but it was a sexy version of Dorothy that showed by boobs and my bum. So not only did my mother get to see my goodies, but also got to see me taking shots in almost every picture.
Hey, I was just having a good time;)
Since I know that my mother is not tech-savvy, I told her that the pictures were just photo-shopped, and she completely believed it. She wasn’t quite sure why I would want photos like that available for others to see, but I assured her that it was just a college thing.
Damn, really dodged a bullet there!
Ladies and Gents, if you’re going to learn one thing from this blog let it be this:
DO NOT have your parents be your friend on facebook!
Wednesday, February 17, 2010
My Second Confessional
As you all know, I am a native of Kansas. In Kansas I was lucky to see a couple of inches of snow a year, and that was fine by me. To my horror, this past weekend the school and surrounding areas received around 40 to 50 inches of snow, knocking about my power for 4 whole days!!!! Having never been without power for more than an hour, I was completely mortified.
The first day wasn’t too bad, in fact it was kinda fun. I felt so liberated to be able to live without power and I was determined to survive. Hey, if cave-people can do it thousands of years, I can do it for a day. And I was assured that the power would be back on in no time-A bunch of lying bastards I tell you!
On the second day the fun-ness began to dwindle drastically. I was starting to get really fucking cold and a little hungry. I had survived the past two days by living off one bottle of water (that I stole from my roommate who left to go be warm at her house) and three little packets of cheez-Its. Although there were some major downs to living in these conditions, I did get a lot of cuddling time in with a certain someone.
By the time day three had come around, I had thrown the towel in on fun and hopefulness. I began telling anyone who would listen that I was definitely going to die, and they probably were too. I think the people at school definitely thought I was like delusional-but it was very scary. The twelve students that remained on campus had formed a gang, and if I may say so, we were way bad-ass! That day our Director of Residence Life abandoned us. So the school was under martial law.
On the fourth day all twelve of us students hung out together. Now don’t get me wrong, I enjoyed not having to suffer the cold alone, but these kids were driving me nuts. I literally could not feel my toes and I was sooo hungry. I swear to you, I would have sold my family for a cup of hot cocoa and a warm meal. Later in the evening the power finally came back on. I was so thrilled, the first thing I did was crank the heat up to 85˚. This is going to sound disgusting so don’t judge me, but I hadn’t had a shower in like five days. So when I finally got to take a shower it was such a beautiful, glorious moment. And I could fit into my skinny jeans, so it wasn’t a complete waste.
I somehow miraculously survived the blizzard of 2010!
I would like to give a special thanks to the real survivors of the Capitol College Blizzard of 2010 Jen, Sheldon, Jessica, Fred, Jovaun, Shytyce, Kaprise, Kevin, and Joel.
Also I would like to thank my mother, who insisted on spending $400 on snow boots in July for me to take to school. They saved my cute little piggies.
The first day wasn’t too bad, in fact it was kinda fun. I felt so liberated to be able to live without power and I was determined to survive. Hey, if cave-people can do it thousands of years, I can do it for a day. And I was assured that the power would be back on in no time-A bunch of lying bastards I tell you!
On the second day the fun-ness began to dwindle drastically. I was starting to get really fucking cold and a little hungry. I had survived the past two days by living off one bottle of water (that I stole from my roommate who left to go be warm at her house) and three little packets of cheez-Its. Although there were some major downs to living in these conditions, I did get a lot of cuddling time in with a certain someone.
By the time day three had come around, I had thrown the towel in on fun and hopefulness. I began telling anyone who would listen that I was definitely going to die, and they probably were too. I think the people at school definitely thought I was like delusional-but it was very scary. The twelve students that remained on campus had formed a gang, and if I may say so, we were way bad-ass! That day our Director of Residence Life abandoned us. So the school was under martial law.
On the fourth day all twelve of us students hung out together. Now don’t get me wrong, I enjoyed not having to suffer the cold alone, but these kids were driving me nuts. I literally could not feel my toes and I was sooo hungry. I swear to you, I would have sold my family for a cup of hot cocoa and a warm meal. Later in the evening the power finally came back on. I was so thrilled, the first thing I did was crank the heat up to 85˚. This is going to sound disgusting so don’t judge me, but I hadn’t had a shower in like five days. So when I finally got to take a shower it was such a beautiful, glorious moment. And I could fit into my skinny jeans, so it wasn’t a complete waste.
I somehow miraculously survived the blizzard of 2010!
I would like to give a special thanks to the real survivors of the Capitol College Blizzard of 2010 Jen, Sheldon, Jessica, Fred, Jovaun, Shytyce, Kaprise, Kevin, and Joel.
Also I would like to thank my mother, who insisted on spending $400 on snow boots in July for me to take to school. They saved my cute little piggies.
Tuesday, February 16, 2010
My First Confessional
To fill you in on some background information, when I first moved up here for school, I was so lonely. I didn’t know anyone, so obviously I also had no friends either. Having to adapt to this new environment, I quickly became close friends with my roomie. Let’s call her LB, for Little Bitch!!(We’ll get to the name in a minute).
This is very unlike me, usually I take an extremely long time to become friends with someone. LB and I were almost inseperable, we were always together; going shopping, going to the market, hanging out in our room, and we of course had classes together.
After a while she really began to be a little too comfortable around me. On more than one occasion I caught her sleeping on my bed because she had been too lazy to climb onto the top bunk. She would also always tell me what to do. SO we started bickering back and fourth, of course everyone thought we were just playing because LB and I both have very sarcastic personalities.
So one day LB had been bitching at me ALL day and had really pissed me off. So when she was out in the common area, I quickly grabbed my bag, locked the door and left. I knew that her keys were in the room. So I made a quick run to the store, hoping to teach her a little lesson.
But when I came back I was absolutely horrified to find every single one of my belongings outside in the rain. From that day fourth we have never been roomies, and I now affectionately refer to her as LB.
This is very unlike me, usually I take an extremely long time to become friends with someone. LB and I were almost inseperable, we were always together; going shopping, going to the market, hanging out in our room, and we of course had classes together.
After a while she really began to be a little too comfortable around me. On more than one occasion I caught her sleeping on my bed because she had been too lazy to climb onto the top bunk. She would also always tell me what to do. SO we started bickering back and fourth, of course everyone thought we were just playing because LB and I both have very sarcastic personalities.
So one day LB had been bitching at me ALL day and had really pissed me off. So when she was out in the common area, I quickly grabbed my bag, locked the door and left. I knew that her keys were in the room. So I made a quick run to the store, hoping to teach her a little lesson.
But when I came back I was absolutely horrified to find every single one of my belongings outside in the rain. From that day fourth we have never been roomies, and I now affectionately refer to her as LB.
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