Eeek! The first four are hour long episodes! I really need to get a more exciting life so that television doesn't make me this happy. Maybe next week.
Also, tomorrow is my birthday. We started the celebration on Saturday night. Rachael, Kristin and I got all dressed up- I even wore ridiculous heels- and then met up with a bunch of our friends at The Little Grill. Three hours later, we had finally received our food and our tickets, and I'm pretty sure that the waitress quit five minutes after we left. But it was a good night. Tomorrow we're having round two at Houlihan's, and then I'll post pictures.
Also today I got this in my fortune cookie:
"Today is a disastrous day. If you can't beat 'em, join 'em."
What kind of fortune is that? Worse yet, this is the second time I've received that exact fortune.
I'm bad luck. Keep your distance.
Monday, September 24, 2007
The Office Summer Vacation
Tuesday, September 18, 2007
Foy Vance
Okay. I'm doing this again. Maybe someday I'll post about my life. But until then you get sweet sweet music. This one comes with lyrics, just for Betsy, who refuses to like my music because she only likes lyrics. Uh huh.
Also, his first album came out in July but isn't available on iTunes. This is convenient because I happen to be turning 22 in a week.
See? I posted about my life.
Now listen and love.
Monday, September 3, 2007
New Favorite
Her name is Kate Walsh. She has music videos, but she's just so flawless live.
Love her.
Sunday, September 2, 2007
National Champs?
Football Season 2007 has officially begun. We watched the first game at Buffalo Wild Wings and consumed lots of wings, onion rings and big beers. Also, John Lantz clocked me in the eye with his enormous elbow when we got our first first down of the game. Next week, we're all wearing helmets.
Saturday, September 1, 2007
wats life witout an ?
Today, I lost my "h" key. One minute, I'm typing emails full of "thes" and "those" and "hibachi," and then I go have lunch with Rachael, come back and discover that my h key has died. I don't know if something got stuck in it and it wouldn't work or what happened, but now I have this hole in the middle of my keyboard and my finger is trying desperately to learn to hit the exact middle of each key.
Luckily, today wasn't all bad. Today, I found out that K-State Proud awarded me my scholarship. I should be over the moon. I should be so excited and relieved and bursting with joy... but I feel so guilty. Like... this money should be going to other people with bigger problems and that I should be working more than 12 hours a week. I don't know. And I feel like I would feel less guilty if I let them publish my story to advertise what the association can do for other students, but I just don't want to put that information out there. So blogging world- any ideas on a happy medium? Everyone else is so happy for me, and I want to be able to share their joy.
I did, however, share the joy that is "Superbad" with Rachael tonight. It is not a movie that I can recommend, but I did laugh the entire time. If you feel like being 21 and immoral again, go see the movie and enjoy yourself.
My Development of the English Language teacher is off the charts geeky. First day of class, penny loafers. Second day of class, comes in with his polo shirt on inside out. Third day of class, I realize he still wears his class ring. Fourth day of class, he sends out an email. Turns out his profile picture for gmail is Gilligan. And he has openly admitted to spending Saturday afternoons, "tooling around on the OED and looking up words." He's fascinating to me. Why did he come here from Vermont? Why does he have a giant office with a PC from 1992. Why doesn't he have a printer in his giant office. What music was he listening to when I came to visit him at his office? What kind of friends does he have that let him get through half the day with his shirt on inside out? The man wears tube socks with his suits. And tells linguistic jokes. Seriously fascinating.
Tonight for dinner Hailey and I tried to be more adventurous, because Beau always accuses us of being Grandmas. So we went to Whiskey Creek and had the soup and salad... with cocktails. Have you ever tried to eat baked potato soup while drinking an appletini? It was disgusting. And the appletini, Betsy, was just slightly better than that terrible Cosmopolitan I had at Chili's. But at least we tried. Then, true to form, we went to Wal-Mart and bought scrapbooking supplies and muffin mix. And Hailey went to bed at 10:30. It's a wild and crazy life we live.
Luckily, today wasn't all bad. Today, I found out that K-State Proud awarded me my scholarship. I should be over the moon. I should be so excited and relieved and bursting with joy... but I feel so guilty. Like... this money should be going to other people with bigger problems and that I should be working more than 12 hours a week. I don't know. And I feel like I would feel less guilty if I let them publish my story to advertise what the association can do for other students, but I just don't want to put that information out there. So blogging world- any ideas on a happy medium? Everyone else is so happy for me, and I want to be able to share their joy.
I did, however, share the joy that is "Superbad" with Rachael tonight. It is not a movie that I can recommend, but I did laugh the entire time. If you feel like being 21 and immoral again, go see the movie and enjoy yourself.
My Development of the English Language teacher is off the charts geeky. First day of class, penny loafers. Second day of class, comes in with his polo shirt on inside out. Third day of class, I realize he still wears his class ring. Fourth day of class, he sends out an email. Turns out his profile picture for gmail is Gilligan. And he has openly admitted to spending Saturday afternoons, "tooling around on the OED and looking up words." He's fascinating to me. Why did he come here from Vermont? Why does he have a giant office with a PC from 1992. Why doesn't he have a printer in his giant office. What music was he listening to when I came to visit him at his office? What kind of friends does he have that let him get through half the day with his shirt on inside out? The man wears tube socks with his suits. And tells linguistic jokes. Seriously fascinating.
Tonight for dinner Hailey and I tried to be more adventurous, because Beau always accuses us of being Grandmas. So we went to Whiskey Creek and had the soup and salad... with cocktails. Have you ever tried to eat baked potato soup while drinking an appletini? It was disgusting. And the appletini, Betsy, was just slightly better than that terrible Cosmopolitan I had at Chili's. But at least we tried. Then, true to form, we went to Wal-Mart and bought scrapbooking supplies and muffin mix. And Hailey went to bed at 10:30. It's a wild and crazy life we live.
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