RAPID ROTATION

I'm watching Storm Chasers on the Discovery channel for the first time. This show is amazing! It's so ridiculous; it makes me want to become a storm chaser. All they do is drive around chasing tornadoes. It seems like the most incredible adrenaline rush. 

There are a few different teams that they follow, and one of the cars is full of what seems to be frat guys. It's like these three guys went to some intense Meteorology school but were in a regular old fraternity. They've got the baseball hats and college shirts, and definitely talk like frat boys. This is ridiculous! Wow. 

I am so excited now. There's no reason for it, I'm not going to go out and start chasing a tornado right now, as much as I might like to. Maybe someday...

Obama for your mama

Well, I sent in my absentee ballot today. I voted for every random thing on the ballot except for judge, because I have no idea who any of them are. I didn't know the senators or anything either but I just voted democrat. I've been feeling very anti-republican lately. Hmm I wonder why. Could be our current craptastic administration. Who knows? Anyway, I voted for Obama. I pretty much disagree with everything McCain has said...ever...so it seemed like the best option. 

It is a little scary though that one of the candidates is really young (for a president), and one the other one is really old (to be running a country...and in general). I mean, Obama might not have as much experience, but how long will McCain last? It's horrible to think about this before the election even takes place, but what if he dies in 8 months? Then we have some hockey Mom from Alaska running our country. What then?

Well, I guess anything will be better than old Georgey....right?

ONLY ONE ONION?!

Some old lady laughed at me in the grocery store today. She thought it was hilarious that I was only buying one onion. I don't know why I would buy two...I'm just making stir fry. Here's how it went:

(Old lady walks up to me as I am putting the twist-tie on the onion bag)

OL: You're only buying one onion?!

Me: Yep...just one.

OL: Gosh, that is so funny. Ha ha ha...

(Old lady walks away)

What?!

Anyway, here I sit in my photoshop class lab. There are only 4 people here, excluding my instructor. Jeez, where is everybody. This is pathetic. Anyway, we're supposed to be practicing combining text with images. How difficult! Not. Anyway, here's what I've come up with. I took some random poem about beauty from google.

beetlejuice beetlejuice beetlejuice!

Beetlejuice is on T.V. right now. I forgot how hilarious this movie was; I probably haven't seen it since I was 8 or 9 years old. Ah, to be a kid again. I would just be sitting here innocently watching Beetlejuice and not avoiding doing a Psych paper that's due next Wednesday. Oh well...I'll get it done eventually.

ABC Family is having 13 nights of Halloween, I'm pumped! All the awesome Halloween movies are on every night until Halloween. At least I'll have something to do...homework is overrated.

to quote that one 90's song, "it's unbelievable!"

I somehow managed to get full points on my last psych research paper. I did spend a crapton of time on it, but I didn't expect a 100...I'm so surprised. It might be because my teacher is Korean and doesn't speak english very well, so if I had mistakes he didn't notice them...but still. I got an A+! This is also supposed to be an impossible class.

Hmm...but what if this is just to make me feel comfortable with my performance in this class, and my next paper will be graded extremely harsh? A clever ploy...very tricky. I'll have to stay on my toes.

the election couldn't come soon enough

If I hear one more word about Joe the Plumber I am going to shit...no pun intended.

Our politics and the media are so messed up that who wins or loses this election might be affected by some dude named Joe. It's ridiculous. I think the candidates should just state what the believe state their plan, and stop attacking each other. People can base their votes on that, and not who spent the most money on obnoxious commercials. 

I really know next to nothing about politics, and frankly don't care. These campaigns that attack the opposing candidate rather than support themselves just drive me nuts. I understand that you might have to play dirty, but it would be so much easier if they just didn't.

Maybe we should sit Obama and McCain down to watch Barney together. Then they would play nice. Joe the Plumber could come too.

maybe we'll at least leave early....

Well here I sit in the computer lab, 3 minutes before my class starts. There are 6 people in here, now 7, out of about 20. Cool. Today is supposed to be a critique of our last projects, so I understand why people skipped, but I still feel lame for being here with 6 other people. Oh well, maybe we'll all talk quickly about our projects and get to leave.

I need to figure out what to make for dinner tonight...hmm I guess that's something to do during this class. I'll probably end up making a microwave meal anyway, I'm feeling moderately lazy.

Class time. Woooo

"Now enter this information in shit 6"

I have two lab instructors who are international grad students, and they are both hilarious. I don't know if they try to be, but going to their classes is just awesome.

In my psych computer lab today, we were entering experimental data on Microsoft Excel, and my instructor (Donghoon Lee...yes he's Korean) was showing us how to use multiple sheets in one file:

"Okay you have your first data in shit 3, now you put that other data in shit 6."

Nobody would have laughed or even reacted if he didn't start giggling. Now, whenever Donghoon mispronounced something and realizes it, he starts laughing, and can't stop for the next few minutes. Therefore, it's even more difficult to understand him, but it's so worth seeing him crack up at himself. Anyway, after he said that, he started laughing, and through his giggles proceeded to tell us a story about how he accidentally said "shit" when he was trying to say "seat" when he was at a theatre with his wife. That 10 minute story was an amazing distraction from what we were supposed to be doing.

My photo lab instructor, Yang Chen, is also just learning English. He's Chinese, so his pronunciations are pretty different. He doesn't laugh at himself, he just makes little jokes that wouldn't be nearly as funny if some old American man had said it. He is just so hilarious, I almost don't believe he's real, he's like a character in a movie...a comedy most likely. He always uses the incorrect verbs for simple things; they are almost right, but just wrong enough that it's almost cute. For example, when he asks someone to turn off the light, he says "please close the light." For turning on the light, he says "open the light." It really is very cute.

Something about him is strange though. He has one super long fingernail on his right pinkie. The rest are all cut very short and neat. It really weirds me out; all I do the whole time he talks is stare at that nail. I can't stop! I don't know what it is about that nail, it's just very out of place. What is it?! Why?!

Well, I'm almost done with my psych paper. I finally started to understand what I am supposed to do, so it should be smooth sailing from here on out. The first draft was a struggle though. 

My roommate just showed me a roll of toilet paper she got at Target that is WAY  bigger than it's supposed to be. I don't know how it can possible fit in the holder. Apparently it's called the MEGA ROLL. Wow. I understand that buying in bulk is the new thing, and everything is Ultra, Mega or Super. But toilet paper? Really?

breakfast of (mediterranean) champions

Well, I did end up having hummus for breakfast. There's something about Saturday mornings that makes you feel like you can eat whatever you want for breakfast. I ate a cookie, followed by some hummus and pita chips. It was delicious, and I do not regret my decision in the slightest. Maybe it's the laziness of Saturdays that prevents me from getting milk out of the fridge and pouring it into my bowl of frosted mini-wheats.

That might sound pretty simple, but I eat frosted mini-wheats different than most people. I place each little piece of cereal in the bowl, one by one, with the frosting facing up. I normally have about 3 layers. If the frosting is facing down, it will get all soggy in the milk, and only the wheat will be left. Seriously, who eats frosted mini-wheats for the wheat part? Nobody. 

It may sound like a chore, and believe me, it is. But when you get the perfect piece with deliciously crunchy frosting but soft wheat, it's all worth it.

just call me "party animal"

So here I am on a Friday night in college, sitting in bed while shoe shopping online. It's 11 p.m. and most people in this town probably aren't sober enough to know that it's 11 p.m. 

Actually that might be false. I discovered last year that college students think it's "weird" to start drinking anytime before ten or eleven at night. I found that very strange. They all made it sound like if they start drinking before ten, then they have a problem or are alcoholics or something. I almost wanted to say "No, it's the blacking out and waking up in your roommate's bed with some half-eaten breadsticks and that girl from your chem class that didn't really talk to you until you saw her at a party when she was drunk and decided you were her hookup guy for that night that shows you have a problem." Thankfully, I refrained from displaying my (awesome) ranting skills... at least at the time.

Anyway, most people might call me lame for spending my Friday night alone, turning in around midnight, but I'm quite enjoying myself. Maybe that makes me lame, who knows? I don't mind just chillin' (chillaxin', if you will), giving myself time to think, whatever. It rarely happens though, with the distractions of two roommates and cable; so I'm making the best of this night, and just relaxing with the DSW website and my down comforter.

I am getting tired though; I have a big day tomorrow. It should be full of working on photoshop, doing my experimental psych paper, and finding somewhere to take photos for my second project. But, knowing me, I'll end up watching Arrested Development all day while I lazily work on photoshop and eat hummus. Mmm hummus. I think I'll have some for breakfast.

At least I didn't waste my time

I love Wednesdays...mostly just for the T.V. shows that are on though. Tonight we watched Project Runway and Private Practice, and recorded Top Design to watch tomorrow. They all happen to be on at the same time...how dare they! I don't like admitting that I'm one of those people that looks forward to certain days because of what's on television, but I guess I have to come clean someday. I am an addict. Only to certain T.V. shows though. And I would have to say I think they are not among the ones that make one dumber after watching them. Some of those would be Gossip Girl and Paris Hilton's new best friend search or whatever the hell she's doing.

I made a delicious dinner tonight though. I actually made something from a real, written down recipe. (Wow!) I normally just throw stuff together and hope it tastes good. I've been pretty lucky...so far. I decided to look through my vegetarian cookbook for tonight though, and I ended up making some baked macaroni and cheese with onions. It was delicious. And I even added bread crumbs, which the recipe did not call for. It made it 10 times better. I was a little bit proud. That's really all I've done with my evening so I don't have much else to be proud of today.

Yesterday I busted out with a two and a half mile run though. I was surprised, I haven't ran outside in a few weeks; I didn't expect to make it one block, but I just kept on truckin' and somehow made it two and half miles. I was mildly proud of that too. I also got the pleasure of watching a cat chase a chipmunk down the sidewalk for a few minutes while I was running too. That helped take my mind off the wheezing.

This is a little off topic, but what in the name of Jehovah's witness are the people upstairs doing? It sounds like they have a roller rink in their living room and are working on the triple axle, perhaps falling down a lot. I have no idea how they make that much noise. It's not even talking, or yelling or music. Just stomping and big booms. I would understand if this was just a one time occurrence, but it happens all the time...like now. Maybe they're compulsive furniture re-arrangers. I could understand that. I rearranged my room yesterday; I felt it needed better feng shui, and I think I achieved that. I'm feeling the flow now. My bed is now in the little nook that my desk used to be in. It's very cozy.

And thinking about my bed makes me want to quit my rambling and get in it. Sounds like a good idea to me. I have to be mildly awake for Spanish class tomorrow; we're watching a movie, which means I will be more likely to fall asleep than usual. 

Sleep tight, don't let the bed bugs bite. And if they do, whack 'em with a shoe till they turn black and blue.

(My grandma always used to add on the last part about whacking the bed bugs. It always used to make me laugh...and still does in fact.)