Sorry been busy...

So here's a quick rundown.

*My biology teacher is hilarious. Though I'm not sure what I'm learning...
*My computer systems teacher is totally nerdy but HOTTT (that's right three t's) I like to look at him.
*I'm smarter than my communications teacher and I don't mean that bitchy it's just the truth.
*My statistics teacher doesn't so much speaka the english. She tries...alas, she fails.
*Crazy Holly and her boyfriend broke up. She doesn't know why and I can't bring myself to call and console her cuz I'd end up telling her she's a f**king psycho.
*Textbooks are heavy.
*I know WAY more people than I thought I did.
*There is actually oppurtunity to say "Uhm, I can see your ass" at least once a day.
*OOH the pretty boyses!! They may be all Abercrombie and Fitch clones but that's ok, cuz thems is tasty eye candy.
*I've made at least two new friends.
*Being the smart girl in class is a really good thing if you want cute boys attention.
*I'M GOING OUT WITH HANDSOME ROB AGAIN ON FRIDAY!!! I left a note on his truck today saying hi and that I hoped he had a good day and he called me and we made plans for Friday. Said plans may involve Holly but that's just a minor speed bump on my happy ride.
*I haven't been home before 8 yet this week.
*I haven't slept better in weeks than I did when I fell asleep reading my Biology book the first day of school.
*I stood in line at the bookstore for an hour yesterday for a book that they ran out of. Suck.
*I am tired and must go decompress now. Bye bye.

1 down...

Thousands to go.

OK, so first day of school, done. Started the day with Biology. Walked the entire building before finding my classroom but eventually found it and I think I'm going to enjoy it. The teacher is entertaining and genuinely excited about what he's teaching, so that helps. In the middle of class, a cell phone started ringing. I giggled to myself and thought "poor sucker." Cell phone kept ringing. I thought, "they have the same ring as I do." Kept ringing. I thought, "Wow, that person is sitting right next to me." Kept ringing. I thought, "Damn! That's my cell phone!" Slightly embarassing but the teacher just let it slide. Now, who would be calling me at 9:30 in the morning? Aw, I know...work. The new girl decided today would be a good day to come see where she works and who she works with and other such trivialities. As opposed to normal human beings who would have maybe come sometime last week, to get settled and see about any MOUNTAINS of paperwork that may need seeing to. My boss has been out sick since last friday so I've been taking care of things, so of course, it fell to the student on the first day of school to rush over and make sure she was all settled and new her job. Now, we were never sure this girl was even going to show up. All we knew was that she preferred working mornings and that was what we needed. When my boss called to see about her schedule she said, "I don't know what classes I'll be taking, who knows their schedule before the first day of school anyway?" ....uhm...well....me...and you know..... NORMAL PEOPLE!!!! So I spent the only break from classes that I had today working the switchboard cuz they didn't have anybody to cover that and reassuring her that no, the job does not suck. After that, it was communications, computer systems, work and library media. Communications good. Work good. Computer systems and library media however were full of things like "This is a mouse." and "This is a magazine." And they're both required courses. Yawn. My legs hurt and I need to go lay down now :P.

Oh yeah. Lonna tagged me. I don't really have favorite songs. I listen to the radio a lot so pretty much whatever is on there. I love my launchcast cuz it has all the random crazy stuff I like on it. A little David Bowie, a little Killers, some angry girl rock for good measure. I mean, maybe it's from growing up with Becky but I have pretty eclectic taste. As long as it's not Clay Aiken, or Celine Dion, or some whiny actor turned popstar, I'm good.

I'm a little too gleeful right now...

Update: I'm so bad. I just found out through the grapevine that Holly got in a motorcycle accident. Yes yes very tragic. She's fine. A little banged up but no permanent damage (though we'll all be hearing about it in forEVER). I found out from my ward's Relief Society President because dealing with this kind of thing is part of my calling. My calling in the church is that of the compassionate services leader. Basically it means that when someone is sick, hurt, or just generally needs some love, I go make sure they're ok and help if they need anything. It's actually a pretty good calling for me. Anyway! I had to call her and make sure she was alright because nobody new anything except that she was in the hospital and that there had been an accident. Of course "In the hospital" means that she went to the hospital, not that she had to stay overnight or anything. So I called, we visited, of course now she thinks I called out of friendly concern not "this is my job so I have to" concern. However, this is where my glee comes in. Rob found out that she was in a motorcycle accident and called her boyfriend to see if he was OK instead of calling Holly to see if she was OK. "IN YOUR FACE SHEWITCH!!!" The other good part, is that she wasn't with her boyfriend when it happened. She was with some other guy, but then had to call her boyfriend to come take care of her. HAHAHAEHOEAHAEAHAWEHHAHAHAHAHahahaaaaa. Kharma. It's a wonderful thing.

I'm special damnit!

Even if I don't necessarily feel that way.

Does anyone out there have a friend that you don't necessarily like but you don't know how to get rid of? I DO! Her name is Holly, she's such a princess (the bitch way) and she drives me crazy. From the first day I met her at church I thought "That girl and I will never ever be friends." And yet, somehow, we are. One day I was sitting alone at church and so was she and she came and sat by me and started chatting me up like we were best buds. Since then I can't escape. If I get there before she does, she sits by me, if I get there after her she's watching the door for me and even if I do happen to sneak in without her noticing she'll find me and come sit by me. GRRR. In the months since we've been friends I have seen her through no less than 10 boyfriends. All of them supposedly marriage material after the first date. Then suddenly, none of them good enough. I understand being picky. Hell, if I wasn't picky I would have married the 30 year old divorcee the last time I was in college. But her reasons that they weren't good enough are ridiculous. For instance:
~Public Displays of Affection. "He held my hand in front of people."
~Lack of Public Displays of Affection. "He won't hold my hand in front of people."
~Lack of attention "I didn't feel good and he didn't drop all his plans and come take care of me." (A-she never feels good, B-she lives with her parents, and C-They'd only been on two dates...freaking psycho.)
~Too much attention. "He wants me to drop all my plans for him."
~Jumping the gun "He called me his girlfriend. I can call him my boyfriend but I'm not his girlfriend."
~Moving to slow. "We've been on three dates, he should be telling people I'm his girlfriend."

The woman is relationship bipolar. Now on to the reason for my rant.

Holly and Rob have a history. They never dated, but they've been friends for awhile and Holly always wished there friendship would progress but it never did. Then two weeks ago at church in the middle of one of our meetings she starts crying. Sobbing. Can't control her tears. A good friend would have thought "Oh no, what happened? Is everything OK? Did your dog die?" And I thought "Oh hell, what now?" So she leaves. A good friend would have followed, I sat back and breathed a sigh of relief. Then she came back. "Damn." The meeting ends and she's still crying but under control. "What's wrong?" I ask before I can stop myself. "I don't know if I want to talk about it." Whoa, dodged a bullet on that one. "OK." I should have known better however because then she goes in to the whole huge drama about Rob, and Brady (her current GORGEOUS boyfriend) and how she just can't choose. "Have either of them asked you to choose?" She looks at me all butt hurt. "No. There's nothing going on with me and Rob." NO SHIT SHERLOCK! "Then I don't see the problem." I say. She sighs as if to say "Katy, you haven't had a boyfriend for four years. What do you know?" Instead she says, "Something could happen between me and Rob, someday." See? She's crazy and high maintenance and I'm too lazy to deal with her shit.

Of course the week after our tearful refrain, Rob asks me out. Hooray! And she acts all excited. But she's not really excited at all. When I told her Rob was taking me to dinner she said "Do you know why?" Enlighten me oh wise one. "Because I'm with Brady and you're the next best thing." I think she might have thought it was a compliment.... Anyway, at that moment I decide maybe it's a good idea to not discuss Rob with Holly. Until yesterday when she came to visit me at work and asked how the date was. I smiled and said it was fine. "Tell me about it" she says. Ugh...do I have to? So I keep to the basic good points of the evening. "He washed his truck before he came and got me." That was nice huh? "Oh he does that all the time. Or at least he does for me." K, so not as big a deal as I thought. "He opened doors for me. I love that." I'm not one of those crazy girls that won't get into a car until the boy opens the door for her, but I love it when boys do it anyway. So she fires back "He's such a gentleman, he does that for everybody. By now my little happy bubble is a little deflated but I'm still riding on the "Whatever bitch, Rob actually took me on a date so say what you want." Then she hit me with, "I called him before he came to get you and he asked if me and Brady wanted to come with." WHATHEFUH? Suddenly, my date starts feeling more like we were hanging out than we're on a date, and my last little happy bubble bursts. Interesting how immediately after she makes me feel completely unspecial she starts in on how things aren't so great lately with her and Brady. He wanted to go rock climbing but she didn't feel good but he wouldn't stay home with her so of course she had to go with him but felt awful the whole time, then he tried to send her home so she could rest, and why would he want to get rid of her? Then she says she's going to call Rob and go to a movie or something cuz she misses him and hasn't hung out with him in sooooo long. So things are "bad" with Brady and she just falls back on Rob. She's such a treasure. Let's go slash her tires...

The Rundown

Datenight 2005

5:00: Run home from work and commence primping. Mom sits an toilet in bathroom and gives me "just one more bit of advice" about 100 times. With a few "Are you sure you don't want me to trim your bangs?" and a "Why isn't your curling iron plugged in?" For good measure. I hate to say it but she was right. The bangs on the right side of my head were a bit unruly so I let her trim them. Next thing I know she's giving me a hair cut an hour before my date. NO! Bad mom! Put the scissors DOWN!

5:30: Get as primped as I'm gonna get and go out back to talk to mom. Get a few more bits of advice. "Stop playing with your hair," and "let him be the guy" before it's time for mom and dad to head to Becky's for birthday dinner and cake.

6:00: Mandy is online to wish Mom a happy birthday via webcam and the doorbell rings. It's Handsome Rob. I go in to say bye to Mandy. Rob follows me and dad says to Mandy, this is Handsome Rob. I turn 100 shades of red and bid everyone farewell. We walk out to Robs truck (I LOVE his truck) and he opens the door for me (oh BIG points). We head to dinner at Pastry Pub. Very yummy sandwiches. And since I couldn't find my glasses before we left my house, Rob had to read me the menu board, (Yes I do know the menu of Pastry Pub by heart but he didn't have to know that :D).

6:30: We're done eating. Yes, super lightspeed sandwiches. And we have about 1/2 an hour before cake time. "So what do you want to do?" Go for a walk? No. Do something other than go for a walk? OK. So we go to the grocery store to get birthday candles. Can't turn 55 without birthday candles! But neither of us know where birthday candles are in Lins so we walked up and down the aisles for 20 minutes til we found them.

7:00: We debate over whether to get two 5's or the happy birthday candles or actually get 55 candles. Just then, both our phones ring at the exact same time. Mine is dad saying the Sophester is sick :( and that cake is being postponed. I don't know who his was, but he was very nice and got off the phone almost immediately. So I told him about Sophie and the postponement of cake thinking "Ok, he'll just take me home, plans have changed." But he didn't just take me home. He said Oh, Ok, we can go to a movie now. I think "A movie you say? Like on a real date?? I'm on a REAL date with Handsome Rob?" You see, up to this point I had not yet convinced myself that I was fortunate enough to be on a real date with Handsome Rob. So we go see what's at the cheap theatre. $1.50 movies...eeeeexcellent! Neither of the movies sounded particularly fabulous but we had to do something so we decided on Bewitched, which started at 7:30. Great, another half hour to kill. Treats! We need treats! He wanted a DQ Blizzard, I didn't think we'd be able to smuggle a Blizzard into the movie theatre, I didn't have the right purse for milkshake smuggling. So I said we can go rent a movie and get milkshakes and watch it at my house. So we rented After the Sunset (don't even get me started) and went to my house about 8ish, sans DQ Blizzard. OOOK. Watched the movie. No snuggling. Not even sitting on the same couch. But that's ok.

9:30: Mom and Dad come home with cake. We head out to the porch with the fireplace going and eat cake and visit with Mom and Dad. It was good, it was comfortable, it was fun. Went back inside, Mom and Dad weent to bed, we finished watching the movie.

10:00: Movies over. We both have extra long days at work the next day. We call it a night and he goes home. The End.

I had fun. He's still cute, he's more fun than I thought he was. I think very easily we could become good friends and maybe more someday. Are we madly in love after one date? Nope. But I wouldn't want to be. Not to exciting but still a good time had by all.

They say it's your birthday!!!

Duna duna duuuuh!!!

Today is my mom's birthday!! I considered doing an ode to Mom but decided I would start crying, and I'm at work, and I'm sure they've had quite enough of that. Needless to say I love my mom. She's my best friend. Literally. I do not know where I'd be without her. I don't even want to think about it. Since her brush with cancer six years ago a week doesn't go by without her saying "well what if I die?" or "when I die..." and I just have to tune her out because when I think of her not being around I get really angry. She's my mom and I love her and when she was diagnosed with cancer, even though the doctors said that it was completely treatable and that she was going to make it through, I started thinking about all the things I still have to do in my life that I want her to be around for. Getting married, having kids, my junior prom (I was 16 at the time). These are all things that a girl needs her mom for. And before I start crying I'm going to say I'm glad she was born. I'm glad I was born to her. And I'm glad she's still around.

Update on the handsome Rob situation:

We're going to dinner tonight and then heading to Becky's for cake (my carrot cake, like he could pass that up) after dinner. I figured this would be an opportune time for him to meet Becky because if she doesn't give me the greenlight there's just no point in moving on. She's always been right about the guys I've dated, if I'd listened to her a year ago I wouldn't have gone through the whole Ean mess in the first place. Now it stands to wonder whether we will be taking the motorcycle or not. I doubt it. But I wish he would stop crashing so we could.

TAG! I'm it!

Cuz NME said so!

7 things I plan to do before I die:
1. Get married.
2. Become a mom.
3. Take a castles tour in Europe.
4. Have a house by the ocean.
5. Publish a book.
6. Have a dog.
7. Have sex.

7 things I can do:
1. Crochet.
2. Decorate cakes.
3. Drop everything for a friend or family member in need.
4. Make REALLY good carrot cake.
5. Write.
6. Make people believe I'm ok when I'm not.
7. Type a cherry stem in a knot with my tounge

7 things I cannot do:
1. Find a boyfriend.
2. Tolerate stupidity. (There I said it.)
3. Act like a poor me victim type girl.
4. Make up my mind about most anything.
5. Forgive people easily.
6. Touch my nose with my tounge.
7. Think of seven things I cannot do...

7 things that attract me to the opposite sex:
1. Being attracted to me would be a good starting point.
2. Being taller than me.
3. Pretty eyes.
4. Motorcycles.
5. Great smile.
6. Really...right now... I'd go for just about anything.
7. Wanting a family.

7 things that I say most often:
1. I'm so tired.
2. I'm so bored.
3. So anyway...
4. Because I'm a princess.
5. I love you.
6. Sure I can do that.
7. Uhm, I don't know.

7 celebrity crushes:
1. Ewan MacGregor
2. John Stewart
3. Johnny Depp
4. Gerard Butler , more Gerard Butler, and oh yeah, Gerard Butler.
5. Keith Anderson , big dopey hat and all!!
6. Brad Pitt
7. Colin Firth

7 people I want to do this:
1. Mandy
2. Kodi
3. Nate that never blogs
4. Daina
5. Lonna
6. Lady Linoleum
7. Yeah... I don't have seven friends that didn't already get tagged...

Just a quick update on the Handsome Rob situation:

He took his motorcycle test today. Now ask me if he passed it. Did you ask? Nope he didn't. Now ask me why. Did you ask? Because he crashed. On the obstacle avoidance section of the test he laid it down and scratched up one side and broke the right turn signal... Smooth move handsome Rob. Is he still adorable? Yes. Do I still want to go out with him? Yes. Am I going to make him spend a Saturday at my house fixing the brokenness? You better believe it!!

It's Monday

And this is gonna be a long one.

Saturday I worked with my suckiest coworker. For the most part, I like the people at the hotel. Some I can talk to, some I'm content to sit with in silence. But this one... Aside from the fact that she is an evil little micro-manager who thinks me incompetent to the task at hand, who gives orders rather than asks politely and constantly undermines me in front of guests she is just an annoying person. She talks with her mouth wide open, and doesn't close it completely at necessary intervals, her laugh is more of a bark, and quite frankly her sense of humor sucks, she is critical of all other coworkers and doesn't hide the fact that she finds herself superior to all of us (including management) and talks so fast that more than once a guest will look at me after she gives the directions and ask me to repeat what she just said. In fact we had a guest checking out yesterday who, when she asked if she could help him, replied that he didn't want to deal with her because she was curt and abrasive, and that I was calming and reassuring. IN YOUR FACE BITCH! When I count the drawer she finds it necessary to count it again to make sure I didn't miss anything. It's 350 dollars. I worked at a bank for 3 years, I was responsible for hundreds of thousands of dollars a day at some points. I think I can handle a hotel till. My last day at the hotel is supposed to be this upcoming saturday and I'm supposed to be working with her again. I think I'm going to tell my boss that I'd rather not work Saturday and that it won't be a problem because little miss annoying can and will do it all herself anyway.

After I left work I went shopping with Becca. Got mom her birthday present (which I fear will be slightly over shadowed by dad's birthday present but I don't care cuz it's fabulous!) and went to Best Buy to compare digital cameras for me. I use the term compare loosely because I have no idea what I'm comparing but I went to price them and see what I could see, besides, I figured there would be nerdy boys to tell me what I was looking for in a camera. Alas, no. I stood and stared at cameras for a few minutes, picking up the cute ones, looking at LCD screens, cooing over the tiny ones. And looking at all the technology like a deer in the headlights. Did anyone come to take my hand and guide me to the bestest digital camera for my buck? Nosirree. Maybe it's just me, but if I was an employee, possibly working on some sort of commission, I would see the 20 something year old girl looking stupidly at the camera display and pounce. Perhaps next time I should walk in and announce to the store that I'm an easy target. Or wear a sign.

Sunday I woke up to go to work at about 6 got ready and was on my way out the door just before 7 when I noticed dad kneeling in front of the open refrigerator door. Praying to the food gods? No. Did he eat himself into a stupor? No. A couple of days ago a jar of salsa fell from the top shelf of the refrigerator and broke the switch that tells the fridge when the doors open. Since I was the home at the time I rigged the switch to just stay off, so the fridge thought it was always closed. A paper clip and some tape, problem solved. Until some time Saturday night. My rig, came unrigged. Making the fridge think to itself, "Doors open, turn off the light and kick off the cool." ALL NIGHT! So here he have a refrigerator, who thinks the doors open therefore stops cooling, a 40 watt light bulb shining down on all our perishables for roughly 8 hours and the temperature slowly but surely rising. I bid dad good luck with the grossness, and head off to work (with little miss annoying...again). When I got home about 7 hours later (only to have to go back to work for 4 more but that's another story) we start cleaning. We figure it was probably close to 100 degrees when we realized there something awry. So then we started testing to see what had gone bad. We had no way of knowing how long the door had been "open" so we had to rely on taste and smell. And in some cases you could just see something was wrong. Deli meat, gone. Butter, all melted down the side of the door. Milk, ok. Brick o' cheese, now lump o' cheese but still good. Eggs? Hm, eggs are tricky. What do you think about the eggs? Dad says they're probably fine. I say, they're probably getting ready to hatch, mom says Gross, crack one open and see. Now obviously they weren't on the verge of hatching. They were however relatively soft boiled. EW.

On a lighter, less gross, better note. I have a date!! Hooray! One of my friends who I've had a crush on forever, Handsome Rob, just bought a motorcycle and needs to take the motorcycle test to get his motorcycle license. However, he can't take the test on his motorcycle because he can't register the motorcycle because the guy who sold it to him is in Iraq and can't sign the bill of sale. So he has to find another "motorcycle" so he can take the test. In church on Sunday he came and sat by me (YAY!) and the following conversation took place:

Handsome Rob: So I hear you have a scooter.
Me: I have access to a scooter, it's my dads.
HR: Oh yeah? How many CC's does it have.
Me: I don't know, it's silver.
HR: Laughs and smiles and my heart kinda flips over.
HR: Silver huh?
Me: Yup.
HR: Do you think your dad would let me borrow it to take my motorcycle test?
Me: Probably, I'd have to ask him.
HR: Tells me the story about why he can't use his own bike.
Me: So are you gonna ask him or are you gonna be chicken and make me?
HR: Smiles all sheepishly and my heart flips over again. So I turn to the girl sitting on my other side and start talking to her. Then:
HR: Taps on my shoulder How about I be chicken and take you out to dinner to make up for it.
Me: (To self) Holy shit!! Handsome Rob just asked me out. True, he's getting something out of the deal too, but Handsome Rob just asked me out!
Me: (to HR) Yeah that'd probably be ok.

More meaningless conversation ensues. The meeting starts, we listen and keep looking at each other and smiling. I cry (it was a sad meeting), he puts his arm around me and pats my shoulder. Then realizes he's showing a public display of affection and snaps his hand back. Meeting ends we go our seperate ways and then he called me while I was at work last night and we talked for 15 or 20 minutes about nothing imparticular. I know, you're all thinking "he's using you for your dad's scooter", but before he even knew that my dad had a scooter things had been progressing. So I'm excited. Really really excited. He keeps asking if I'm going to whatever church function and I never can nor have I particularly wanted to. But I'm going to the one tonight and I get to see him again and I'm going to remind him that he owes me dinner. Wish me luck.

K I actually have to go to work now.

How long will you be staying with us Mr. Gasm?

No joke, this really happened.

I'm going to let you stew over the meaning of the title for a minute while I rant about a thing or three.

First. Those blogvertising bastards. Perhaps I should feel flattered that they think their little adblog will get noticed on my sight but I'm not, I'm just pissed. My last entry I got three right in a row. And I'm the kind of person that when I see a new comment I get all excited to read it then it's some stupid generic "Hey, I enjoyed your site, I bookmarked it (LIAR!) go read mine!" K if you actually COMMENT on my site I will go read your blog, but if you TELL me to read your blog, I'll tell you to sit on it and spin. Gr. K, Done.

Second. The new Flag feature on blogger. So we can alert blogger to questionable material. Isn't that the whole point of blogging? Whatever happened to free speech. Sure, I've been nextblogging and run into a couple, shall we say, unsavory blogs. But do I want to run and tattle to big brother? No. I just don't go back. And who gets to decide what's questionable? Maybe someone doesn't like my review page so they flag it. Then the blogger dude checks it and decides he doesn't like it either. So what happens to my blog? I realize, that might be a bit extreme. But still. I find it a little annoying.

Third. The article that I posted on my last entry. I started commenting to myself on it and decided I might as well just blog it. WHAT THE HELL? Aside from the wrongness of the whole idea of greeting cards for adulters, I can't think of anyone that would send a card to their mistress, or ...uhm... mister. Why not just add a paper trail to the whole shady business. My boss, who's husband cheated on her and they are now divorced, was outraged when she read that article. It's condoning a behavior that is downright despicable. I hope someday that the woman who had that brilliant idea finds one of those cards in her husbands mail. See how she likes it. OK, stepping off my soapbox now.

Yesterday at work we got a call that went as follows:
"Do you have any suites?"
"Yes, we have a honeymoon suite as well as family suites"
"What's the honeymoon suite like?"
"It has a four poster king size bed, a big screen TV, a jacuzzi tub, a walk in shower, a microwave and a refrigerator."
"Is it pretty spacious?"
"Yes"
"Would their be room to set up video cameras"
long pause "Yes"
"Are the walls pretty thick? Cuz it might get kind of loud, we wouldn't want to disturb anyone."
"Uhm, we've never had any complaints about noise before."
"OK, lets go ahead and reserve it."
"When were you planning on staying?"
"Whenever you have an opening for a couple of days."
"How long were you planning on staying?"
"Three days would probably be fine."
"Can I get your name?"
"Jeremy O. Gasm"
"Can you spell that?"
"G-A-S-M"
More gathering of information ensues.
"Will it be a problem if there's more than two people in the room?"
"Uhm...how many more?"
"I don't know, we haven't gotten that far yet."
"It would only be a problem if they're all staying in the room but they can come and go as they please"
Snicker from other line
"Ok, I'll need a credit card number to guarantee the room."
"Ok, let me go get my card."

At this time my coworker who was actually on the call turned beat red and hung up the phone. Apparently there was a woman in the background having an orgasm and moaning Mr.Gasm's name. I guess he got sidetracked and won't be needing the room after all.

WHAT THE HELL?

I mean, are they serious?

http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/8973962/

I just can't even comment. It speaks for itself.

Uhm aren't you supposed to like...advise or something?

Cuz you're not.

I went to my advisor today. Walked in to the teeny, strangely cluttered office, and sat down. Neither of us said anything. We both sat and looked at each other with that "Who's turn is it?" smile on our faces. Finally I broke the silence and handed her my unofficial transcripts from Dixie. So we went through what generals I already had, the classes I was registered for, and what I would still need to graduate. Basically I had already done all the work and she just patted me on the back and said good job see ya next semester. That's not advising, that's validating. Which is good too. I need a lot of validation. So, I have now officially changed my majors, still need to decide on a minor but that'll come. The highlight of the day was when I left and noticed an "I blog therefore I am" cartoon on her door. Not the elephant one. Hers was better, but I couldn't find one like it.
I almost had to go back and ask for her URL but decided I didn't want to seem weird and stalkery. I did however get the VERY LAST opening in communications 1010, which I'm choosing to see as a sign that I made the right choice.

Now that I'm in a different major I'm pretty excited for school to start. My first class of the day MWF is biology. Yeah, like I'm gonna be able to drag my ass out of bed for that. But I'll be ok. I'll get to write now and I don't feel nearly as freaked out/intimidated by my classes. I may still minor in finance though. It's a good skill to have I guess. We'll see. I'm gonna be in college for the rest of my life. Anyway, I'm going to go see how much my books are going to cost now. 11 days til school starts. :P

The trouble with college...

The first installation.

So I've decided I am NOT a business finance type person. I took an online career placement type thingy and in the beginning it said "What career are you currently seeking?" So for fun to see what happened, I put in Accountant. Cuz what else would I do with a business finance degree? So I took the test. Then at the end it says what your main interests are and what you should pursue. I swear I heard the computer laughing at me. "Business finance you say? No no no silly girl. You are just NOT a numbers type person. Get thee to a communications degree." K so maybe it didn't use those exact words, but I knew what it meant. So here I am, 12 days from my triumphant return to college and changing my major...again.... Or at least I'm trying to change my major. Apparently the communications department didn't know I was coming and let all there classes get full. The nerve of some people. So now I am trying to reach the Communications department advisor to see if she can work a little magic for me. This is not boding well my for college sanity.

SUCCESS!!!

TADA!! I think this is my favorite cake I've done so far. I brought her into the ice cream shop (in torential rain, gasp) and everyone did their obligitory oohing and aawing. And I was like "Whatever, where's Sophie?" So I found Sophie and showed it to her and she grinned all big and I said "It's your princess cake." and she said "Hm, I have a wootbeer." Excellent... Anyway, once she was done with her rootbeer she was all about the Cinderella princess cake. It was great. And now it's slowly being digest by toddlers but whatever.

I've created a monster 2

But it's really Cinderella...I hope...

As some of you may recall I decorated a Jabba the Hut cake for my nephews birthday a couple months ago. Now it is Sweet Sophie Gene's birthday and she has been after me since like February about her princess cake. Everytime she sees me she says "You're going to make me a princess cake!" Yes, yes I am. Or I'm going to make you a big blue blob and call it Picasso.

I don't know if I can handle the pressure. The child has HUGE expectations for the princess cake and I fear I'll get to the party and she'll say, "Uhm, Aunt Katy, that's not a princess...you have failed me." GASP! So I'm doing a Cinderella cake, which means I have to go find a blonde doll pick. Which hopefully won't be too hard. I also have to bake an 8" round cake because the Wonder Mold cake my mom made last night didn't rise right so it looks like Cinderella is cut off somewhere below the knees. Why am I still blogging?!?! I have work to do!!!

Uhm, I'm tired ...

...and bored and can't think of anything better to do.

So, with 2 and 1/2 weeks left before I return to school I'm thinking about changing my major. A major that I haven't even tried yet, but that sounds sucky. Business finance? Am I really a business finance type person? Sure, it sounded interesting when I was in the business finance industry but now that that shit hit the fan I'm thinking maybe no. Well what would you like to do instead? you may ask. I don't know. I've had an interest in criminal justice for a while now. Maybe I could do pre-law. Of course, when I've brought up that idea in the past. My father, states "I'd rather have a hooker for a daughter than a lawyer". Thanks for the support there, fat man. So then I think, fine, I'll be a lawyer just to spite you jerk face. The last time we had this string of conversation I just looked at him and said "You know what, someday you're gonna go all day without being an ass. I hope I'm there to see it." This could turn into a father daughter relationship troubles blog, but it's not gonna.

But then I think, Katy, whatever happened to becoming a writer? I've wanted to write since I was little. So I should be doing an english related major right? In fact the other day when I was pricing text books at the college bookstore I kept walking past the english lit section between the Accounting section and Statistics section and was sad. I'm not taking any classes that I think I'll even remotely enjoy. Peachy, time to go through scheduling hell again. So my dear friends I pose the question to you. What should I do? Try the finance route for a semester? Do pre-law and to hell with daddy dearest? Do english? Or just go through the catalog and sign up for what looks fun? I haven't even started school yet and I'm already changing my mind. Approach Avoidance conflict you think?

Taking a page from Sarcomicals book

Sarcomical asked what we appreciate today, here's my haiku:

sisters near and far
some are my blood some my soul
wishing they were here

These are a few of my favorite things...

Julie Andrews eat your heart out.

On my other blog Nicole requested a list of my favorite movies, books, music etc... so here goes.

Movies: (Some because I love them some because of the eye candy)
Grosse Pointe Blank
Moulin Rouge
The Phantom of the Opera
Troy (man thighs and Brad flesh...mmmmmmm)
High Fidelity
Bridget Jones Diary
The billion cassette version of Pride and Prejudice
When Harry Met Sally
That 70's Show Season 1 on DVD (thanks T!)
Disney's Beauty and the Beast
Emperor's New Groove
Charlie and the Chocolate Factory
Camelot
Tomb Raider 2 The Cradle of Life (because of him)
Meet Joe Black
Blow Dry

Yeah, I could go on...but I won't...

Books:
Memoirs of a Geisha (if you haven't read this, go get it RIGHT NOW!)
The Da Vinci Code
Angels and Demons (I loved this before everybody else did!)
Harry Potter (My fave is Goblet of Fire can't WAIT til it's out!)
He's Not That Into You (cuz he's not and that's ok)
My Fairy Encyclopedia thingy Mandy got me. It Rocks!
Wolf by the Ears (I read this in Middle School and it's stuck with me it's pretty good)

Choosing favorite books is hard. There are very few that I would and have read more than once. I'm sure there are lots more than that but I've read so many I can't keep track. I read for pleasure more than I read for fulfillment...does that make sense.

I can't choose favorite music either I listen to what's on and if I don't like it I change the station.
Pretty boring huh?

Uhm, your toe is oozing...

Be prepared for some grossness.

So I've been fighting a truly GNARLY ingrown toe nail. We're talking big, red, infected and really REALLY hurty. I considered posting a picture (which I recently figured out how to do Hooray!) but feared breaking the camera with the ugliness. Anyway today I couldn't find my nice comfy open toed sandals before I had to go to work at 7 (tomorrow, I get to sleep in!) so I had to wear real shoes. Which I haven't done since ooooh Mayish. The toe didn't not fare well against socks and shoes. In fact, I was limping around by then end of the work day. Finally I got to go home and peel off the socks and shoes and beheld a big white puss-filled...pussiness. As any normal person would do, I reached down and squoze it a little and yep, you guessed it, oooooooze. Lots of ooze. More ooze than I thought would come out of one toe. So I gave myself some surgery today. Hopefully I have won the battle against the ingrown toe.

Look! It's me!! From like four years ago. But still that's me! My hair isn't that dark anymore, or that long, and I seem to have "misplaced" the shiny pleather camel jacket. But everything else is pretty much the same. I'll try and get a more recent picture on my next good hair day. Speaking of, I got the LOOOONG overdue haircut today. Hooray! The almost mullet is gone! I'm so happy!

By the way, I have a new blog. As if this one isn't enough. But the other one is just opinions and me being critical. I review books I've read, and movies I've seen, and music I've listened to. If any of you want to get in on the reviewing fun e-mail me a review at rudiesoul@hotmail.com. Or just tell me and I'll make you a contributor. Anyway I thought it would be fun. Bye for now!

I wish I hadn't grown up in Podunkville USA

But it's too late now.

Eloquence. It's something I always wish I had. Every once in awhile my mind stops screaming and lets me speak from the heart and in those short bursts of brilliance I am the kind of writer I want to be. I went to Cedar High School. It is a tradition there that each class, Freshman through Senior has their own chant at pep rallies. I still remember them all:
Freshman: Ip skoodily ooten dooten bah bah ska deeten datten ah cha rah cha, Cedar High!
Sophomore: Chicka Chicka boomelada half past an alligata chicka rah day, Cedar High School Boom rah rah!
Junior: Go Cedar Go! Go Cedar Go! Go Cedar Go Cedar Go Cedar Go!
Senior C-C-C-E-D D-D-D-A-R C-E-D-D-A-R CEDAR!
I remember thinking as a freshman how strange it was that the Freshman chant was so much more complex than the Seniors. At the time, my friends and I joked that the longer we went to CHS the dumber we got. Sadly I fear it is true. The seniors have to memorize how to spell Cedar just to prove they learned something (I'll just point out that it's spelled with two d's in the chant instead of one...brilliance) Mediocrity is bred in our fair town. A few souls manage to rise above and go on to greatness, my sisters for instance. We moved to Utah when they were in High School and so had had the good fortune of education outside of the Utah Public School System. I however was in the second grade when we moved to Cedar and therefore my education has been stunted by small town teachers. One of my middle school teachers actually taught "if you was to" as proper grammar. It's probably not entirely my educations fault that I'm not the eloquent well-versed person I wish I was but I'll blame them anyway. I can't always say what I'd like the way I'd like to. Not only do I not have the words but I have a hard time controlling my emotions. Becky and Amanda are both excellent at saying what they mean. So yesterday as I was trying to comfort Becky I hated the fact that I couldn't say what I wanted her to hear and that I started crying in the middle of saying it. I felt rotten, she doesn't need me being sad on top of everything else. Anyway, there's a point to all this. I'm going to try and turn off my head which has a tendancy to make my heart felt tirades sound corney, and speak from the heart, without crying cuz I'm at work and that's very unproffessional. I love this little bloggiverse and all the people I've met. All you wonderful people who share your lives with me have become like sisters. When there are knew pictures of the babies I show them around work like a proud auntie. "Look at my friends baby, so cute huh?" Reading your adventures of mommyhood teaches me the kind of parent I want to be, and reading just about your daily lives teaches me the kind of person I want to be. I hope you all know how much I look up to you and love you. I've said it before and I'll say it again, thanks for letting me into this little club. You're all the greatest.

Should I be wearing black?

I think I speak for all of us when I say WHAT THE HELL?

I can't even talk about this right now. I had an entry started and all was going fine and then I turned into a big teary mess and could go on no further. As you all may have noticed, MissuzJ has made the decision to delete her blog. AmandaK and I are working desperately to bring her back to our little blogosphere but I don't know what will happen there. Cross your fingers. I guess whatever happens we should honor her decision, no matter how shitty it makes us feel. I just wanted to let you know that even if everything is not fine now it will be and either AmandaK or I will keep you all posted. Maybe even MissuzJ herself if we can talk her out of her insanity. Yeah, this sucks.

Well it's August...

A month filled with events.

This month I “celebrate” a lot. First is my treasured big sis MissuzJ’s birthday. I’m so glad she was born. She has brought more joy and comfort into my life than she will ever know. When things are really shitty I know I can run to her and she’ll be there with an iced tea and soothing words and suddenly the world won’t suck as much. To my sweet sis: I love you.

Second is my friend T’s birthday. She’s going to be the big 4-0. Strange yes, that a 22 year olds best friend is 40, but she’s a very special lady who I learn more from every day. Her life hasn’t been all sunshine and roses but she’s grown into an amazing woman through all her trials and I admire her so much. T, if you’re reading this: Bravo.

Next is the anniversary of the joyous event we call Sophie Gene. You all know what a joy she is. My family is really lucky to have such a bright little ray of sunshine to brighten our lives. When she’s happy nothing can be wrong. Sophie, if you ever read this: Thanks.

Then, the anniversary of heartbreak. It’s been a year since my high school sweetheart broke my heart. A year and I still think about him every day. But I don’t cry anymore. A year and I still dream about him wanting me back. But in my dreams I can say no. A year and I still find reason to write about it. And I probably always will.

Fifth is my best friend’s birthday. My mom is turning 55 this year, and may I just say in spite of it all, she’s still the best mom I could ask for. She is my best friend, my hero, teacher. And even when she drops a hint about my putting on weight, or comments on how bad my face is breaking out, I know it’s because she loves me. She taught me to cook, that it’s ok to cry (which I’m doing), that even when it’s bad it could get worse, that family should always come first, and that losing your hair can just make you sexier. Mom: You’re the greatest.

My brothers birthday is five days after my mom’s and though I’ve been known to say “I wish you were never born” to him on occasion I don’t really mean it. I miss him when he’s gone and I’m excited to see him when he visits. We got in the most trouble together, and out of trouble together. His teasing and fighting made me tougher but I always knew he loved me. He’s taught me to aim high and that it’s possible to make something great out of nothing much. To Jon: Thanks for everything.

Finally, my first day back at school. Yikes. Teachers, and text books, and homework, and making knew friends. I don’t mind saying I’m a little nervous for this huge new social experience. My last experience with college didn’t end well and I’m scared that I’ll make the same mistakes, or that I’ll be so scared of making the same mistakes that I’ll never make any mistakes at all. Here goes.

I feel bad that I talked about half my family and not the other half but I guess that’s what you get for not being born in August. But I love them too and they’ll get their turn.