I keep on fallin'...literally

Oh how time flies. Just last weekend I was relaxing in the hot tub at Auntie Joanie's house in Portland, and today I'm taking my memory midterm and nursing my physical and emotional wounds at Debbie's house, the new home of my old tv. Let me take a few steps back.

Many of my nights this week were spent at Debbie's house on the air mattress, because I needed to escape the bad karma that besieges my apartment. Once upon a time my apartment was a happy, jolly place where we were safe and could escape the pressures of school and life. But alas, this is no more. Now there is just an apartment that is a shell of its former gay and carefree self. Sigh.

Speaking of gay, I had my first private voice lesson with James. I'm not really sure how it went though. He seemed really jolly and happy to be working with me, but I swear I saw him flinch every time my voice broke on the high notes. Anyway, he's an awesome teacher and even though there's only two months left (!) I think it will be time well spent. More than improving my voice, my main objective is to bond to him. Then maybe I can work on Jonathan (Stockdale) and we can all become best girlfriends. Oh, a girl can dream, can't she?

The original point of my post was to talk about two unusual things that happened to me in the last 24 hours:

1) I got a talking-to in class today. Wallace Weston, you are forever on my bad side. Okay, so this guy is always making terrible jokes and most of the time I'm half listening, but today I was trying to study for my memory exam. I noticed him say something about "noisy" and look at me. I smiled at him, thinking he made some dumb joke again. And then two minutes later he said, "That really needs to stop. It's very distracting and it needs to wait until after class." Then I realized he was talking about the pastry I was eating from a paper bag. As if I was the first person to ever eat a pastry in his class. That pisses me the hell off!!

2) Last night Debbie and I were in search of the perfect ice cream. We stopped by Safeway and they didn't have B&Js on sale so I bought us some "buy one, get one free" roses (such a good deal!). Yellow with orange tips for Debbie and whitish with pink tips for me. Yeah, so we decided to check Albertson's to see if any of the ice cream was on sale. It was coldish and deserted-ish and late-ish, so Debbie started to run for the store. Stupid me, I started to run after her. Well, can you guess what happened? I blame the flip flops! Needless to say, I'm really super glad no one else was around, and I have two scraped knees, a cut foot and two raw hands to show for my raging desire to eat ice cream while I studied for memory.

Oh my life! There should be a law against my level of specialness.

Who am I?

You are spoon guy. You should have planned ahead

buddy, or packed a bigger lunch.


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That gorgeous triple axis!

I feel that my Valentine's Day has reached a simultaneous high and low when I'm sitting in the living room with my girls watching Plushenko glide across the ice with more womanly command that I could ever hope to have. Ouch. But really, you have to be really secure in your manhood to be an ice skater. Granted, it's super atheletic and some of those moves are damn impressive, but the costumes... and the hair... they look like women!

Today has been uneventful. Specifically, no one sent me flowers OR commented on my bombdiggity outfit. I mean, HELLO, I put on something other than jeans and a t-shirt, plucked my caveman eyebrows and put on make-up! Anyway, today was my first day as an unemployed (yes, I quit my job at the Sub to persue full-time diva-dom.) There was some cookie-baking and Costco-shopping but definitely no homework and I didn't even go to my one academic class of the day (AsAm Lit)!

And now, my belly full of the O.G. and C2, I will continue to wallow in self-pity while watching Just Like Heaven, Meemee passed out on the air mattress, Rebecca commenting on every other thing, and Debbie... doing Debbie things. The horror, the horror!!

Brangelina

Welcome to my new internet home. I grew tired of Xanga and felt it time to move on with my online life. Now let me bring you up to speed...

My winter break was most uneventful. I went with the Hawkes on a quickie trip to Monterey, which was fun if somewhat tiring. I pulled an all-nighter the night before the trip to finish my Twain term paper. I was pushing my extension deadline so much that I had to "borrow" my wireless connection from the nice folks at Pixar so I could email Alison my paper on my way out of town. Other holiday highlights include: steamed milks with Anna; a brief visit from Catherine at CPK; two yummylicious Christmas dinners followed by a week-long malady that diminished my hunger and screwed with my eating schedule; and lots of quality baby time.

This Sunday I arrived in Tacoma via my beautiful electric blue motor vehicle with Father Ibrahim in tow. My Dad, unable to be away from his precious animals for long, timed our trip so that I would take him to the airport almost immediately after arriving in Tacoma. Debbie and Meemee kindly accompanied us to the airport and we treated ourselves to shopping in downtown Seattle ($3 shirts at Old Navy) and, of course, Thai Ginger! How could we resist?

On Monday, we did the same thing we do every day--played. Actually, we were quite productive if I do say so myself. We went to the bookstore before it became a zoo. After that, we were going to have lunch but we had to make a detour to Safeway because Caitlin had locked her keys in her car. AND THEN we looked at scary, mite-infested chairs at Goodwill. AND THEN we pigged out at the mall. AND THEN we went to Target and Top Foods where I was lectured on the meaning of a 15 item limit. AND THEN I cooked a roast for dinner. AND THEN...

You know how good friends start to talk alike, laugh alike, dress alike, and so on? Thanks to Debbie, Queen of the Allergic Reactions, I got unexplained allergic reactions worthy of "Unsolved Mysteries." For no apparent reason, I started to have a burning sensation on my lips, but being the indifferent fool I am, I ignored it hoping it would go away. Well, it didn't. Instead, my lips swelled and turned a nice shade of red, quite similar to my Burt's Bees lip tint.

I do solemnly swear to be more consistent in my posting AND my K.I.T. More to follow... soon... VERY soon.