That's right. I am an awesome girlfriend. Instead of spending the weekend in the Big Fun CoMo, I did indeed go home. I went into hiding from the known world, except for one blue-eyed sweetheart that got all my attention all weekend. It was a Michael Monopoly, if you will. (Sorry to those of y'all whom I avoided, this does not mean I love you any less.)
Love you Mikey. It was a great weekend. Thank you.
And on top of all the quality time, my car is now scrath/scuff free. The infamous Run-In with The Pole has invaribly been erased from both my side panel and my life. My car is whole, my life is complete. The only draw-back to this being the weird painty smell on the inside of my car, which over the course of a 3 hour drive this afternoon, made me a little yishy. Not that it would affect the quality of my driving. I am a superb driver.
A good weekend alway makes me happy. And I get to go home and see my baby again in 3 days!
As it is summertime and I don't have a job, I do not find it amusing that I am stuck at my desk for all hours doing stupid stupid drafting homework when I could be doing something really productive like getting drunk or sleeping.
Who gives a crap about the plans, elevations, sections, and dimensions of a really ugly chair anyway? That's right, no one.
Things I saw on the drive back to Springfield yesterday afternoon:
1.Prisoner transport going from St. Louis to Vandalia,MO. The back of the van said, "Sheriff, Prisoner Transport, Please stay back." I did as told.
2. Speaking of Vandalia, a sign outside the prison that said, "Do not pick up any hitchhikers."
3. A tractor moving at 20 mph while I wanted to go more like 80.
4. A shop proclaiming "Custom Fit Bras, by appointment only" and "Fresh Live Bait, 24 hours a day!" in the same building.
5. A child playing with roadkill in Louisiana,MO.
6. Another child trying to lasso his little sister in Pittsfield, IL.
7. Five abandoned cars
8. One Illinois State trooper...in Kingdom City,MO
9. A boat that had come unhitched from the truck pulling it, resting on the side of the road.
10. An ostrich farm outside Pittsfield
11. A barn with a big bear painted on it.
12. A child screaming in the McDonalds in Vandalia, "I WANT A HAPPY MEAL! I WANT A HAPPY MEAL! GIMME A HAPPY MEAL!"
13. A van full of old people going 85 miles per hour. They even passed me.
14. Asian people taking a whole lot of pictures by the historical marker outside Louisiana MO. This is funny, because the area around it is a cornfield. That's all that's there. Historical corn.
It was an eventful trip. But it's good to be home.
If anyone has ever been to the rose gardens in Washington Park, they you know it is a romantic and beautiful place made for long walks with your sweetie, discussing current events and who's your pookey bear. This is a place that I have always thought would be so nice to get married in. There's a path with these prettty arches, and the roses, and it's just nice. It's nice.
It is not, however, a place to have a fight. That's right, folks. He made me cry in the rose gardens. Crappy. Very crappy. But it all ended well so my vison of the gardens hasn't been too tainted.
Today was a good day too. We had Monty's for lunch (sooooo much better than Jimmy John's), and then I went and got PIERCED again!
I had to take my belly ring out a couple of months ago, but I missed it. So I took my happy ass over to Dreamtime Tattoo and Piercing, which I recommend to anyone wanting to put another hole in their body. We discussed belly rings, and the dirty dirty place I had it done the first time. He poked me, I bled, it hurt like hell. The barbell is so cute, and now I feel complete again. It was clean, the dude was cool, it was clean. Cleanliness is important. He washed his hands AND put gloves on.
I have a good friend from home in Georgia right now doing basic training. And I got a letter from him! This is so nice. People don't write enough letters, what with email and Instant Messanger, and all of the other, faster ways to communicate, but I love them. I love getting mail and such, and correspondence, HANDWRITTEN correspondence, shouldn't be so obsolete.
But I have a pen pal and he's in the Army! How retro is that? It reminds me of all the stories my grandma tells me about writing soldiers during the war. She was a letter stud, claiming to have over 100 guys she wrote too. I know she's half-senial, but it is still a fun idea. And I know David isn't exactly on the front lines fighting Nazis or anything, but I'm still glad that he wrote me.
Now all I need are stamps. Hey, I can order those online now, can't I?
Just in case you were dying to know this stuff about me
What's on your bedside table? Clutter and crap, pictures and alarm clock (because I so love getting up for class in the morning).
What is the geekiest part of your music collection? All the soundtracks…I’m obsessed. Movies are cool but the really dorko part would be the Broadway musicals that I sing along to when no one is around. I love them.
What do you eat when you raid the fridge late at night? Pop tarts (LowFat Chocolate) or leftovers (hopefully Chinese food)
What is your secret guaranteed weeping movie? Sliding Doors , little known Gwyneth Paltrow movie…excellent, two-box tissue usage minumum. Also, Stepmom, but you would have to not have a soul to avoid tears with that one.
If you could have plastic surgery, what would you have done? I have a deal going with my pre-med friend Jenifer (the soon-to-be Dr. Shivago) that I will do the design work on her office if she does the, uh, design work on my boobs.
Do you have a completely irrational fear? Just one? I still hold my breath over bridges and driving by cemetaries, especially the bridge at Louisiana, MO on the drive down to school, there's the girly fear of worms and snakes and spiders too. The list goes on and on. I am a giant spaz.
What is the little physical habit that gives away your insecure moment? I play with my hair and push it behind my ears. I get called on it almost every time I do it now that Katie B knows its a nervous habit.
Do you ever have to beg? Depends on what I’m begging for.
Are you a pyromaniac? Yes, I like things that splode. I am not as bad as my friend Swetty, though. I just watch while he sets things aflame. But I enjoy it.
Do you have too many love interests? Just the one.
Do you know anyone famous? Yes, in a not-really-twisted-yeah-right kind of Midwest way: my boyfriend’s friend’s cousin is Ludacris. But I did meet Jann Carl (Entertainment Tonight news anchor) in October because she is an alum of my house and was Homecoming Marshal for Mizzou. She's cool.
Describe your bed: At school, big and messy and tall with all sorts of boxes underneath, rarely made. At home, covered in random fun (like zebra print and and butterly shaped) pillows with a whole lot of crap underneath, still rarely made
Spontaneous or planned? I like to think of myself as spontaneous (usually when I am intoxicated) but mostly I plan things to death. See aforementioned spaz status.
What is the earliest memory you have of childhood? Getting grounded for playing with spray paint and thinking it meant my parents were going to bury me the the backyard.
Who should play you in a movie about your life? Why would anyone make a movie about my life? But in the unlikely event, I would say Julia Roberts. We look nothing alike and she is in an entire different stratosphere of cool, but she did Erin Brokovitch justice, so just think what she could do for me.
Do you know how to play poker? No, but I’ve always thought it would be fun. Some one teach me, please.
What was the most embarassing thing to ever happen to you? Getting sunburned in the shape of my sunglasses junior year and being called Rocky the Raccoon for months, being the reason Sims Western Acres Subdivision got a new sign, and rolling around in an alley yakking my brain out after a game of quarters all come to mind.
What do you carry with you at all times? Student ID, keys, lipgloss, cell phone, and credit cards.
How do you drive? Like a Kamikazi fighter pilot.
What do you miss most about being little? Hide and Seek, new boxes of crayons, being able to get away with murder because I was too cute.
Are you happy with your given name? I used to hate it but I’m beginning to think it suits me.
If you could leave right now, all expenses paid, where would you travel to? France. I've been there once before, but it wasn't for long enough.
How much money would it take to get you to give up the internet for one year? $1,000,000,000,000
What color is your bedroom? Beige and white
What was the last song you were listening to? Dave Matthews Band - All Along the Watchtower (f. Tim Reynolds)
What national holiday is this country missing? Mullet Appreciation Day
Have you ever been in a play? Cinderella at the Springfield Theater Center and chorus in Bye Bye Birdie at Springfield High School
Have you ever been in love? I am, like an adoring little puppy with big cow eyes.
Do you talk a lot? Oh god yes. I only shut up to sleep.
What is your most valued possession? The countless photographs and wonderful memories they represent
Do you like yourself and believe in yourself? Yes. I am my own hero. I am the wind beneath my wings.
Have you ever done any illegal drugs? Only under the influence of bad boys. Tomakasacka comes to mind. Never again.
Do you think you're cute? I don’t think it, I know it. Its hard not to be cute when you’re the living embodiment of a Cabbage Patch Kid.
Do poor, homeless, or starving people sometimes annoy you? The ones standing on the corners with a “will work for food” sign in one hand and a beer in the other really aggrivate me. But mostly I feel bad for the others and almost guilty that I have so much and don’t appreciate it enough.
Do you consider yourself to be a nice person? I like to think I am nice, outgoing, and considerate, but everyone has a sassy bitchy side, too.
Do you spend more time with your girlfriend/boyfriend, or your friends? At school, friends all the time, nothing else to do. But in Springfield I don’t spend enough time with my home friends as I am monopolized by my boyfriend. I feel bad about it. They are very important to me, but I forget sometimes. Sorry guys, I do love you!
There you have it. Got any other questions you are dying to have answered? I know y'all just want to know everything there is to know about me. Dont's be shy.
Not only do we have no homework for this afternoon, but she has reaffirmed the theory I have had since we learned multiplication in the thrid grade.
"Math really isn't important in a creative field. You are too busy creating and designing to concetrate on the math. Bring a calculator." - Drafting Prof Hero
I'm sorry to all those math majors out there, but this is the best news I have heard in years. Math and I are not mixy things. I need a calculator to do basic addition and I count on my fingers. I admit it.
Friday was the Fiji rush party, so we went and met the new guys. I'm a social person. I like making new friends and talking to new people. However, I do not like it when these conversations with said new people take turns for the worst.
There I am, talking to some new Fiji freshman, minding my business, drinking my free beer. A guy I was introduced to earlier came up to me and gave me a hug. Then, infoming we that I have a "sweet ass" he grabs my butt. This is wrong on so many levels. Not only are his hands on my ass, sweet or no, but he is, that's right folks, NOt a rushee, NOT a Fiji, and NOT in college. I was groped by a will-be senior in high school. I feel so dirty and used. And you know when he gets back home he's going to brag about it to all his little friends.
Groper: Yeah, I met this girl this weekend. Totally hot. She was so into me. Totally grabbed her ass. She wanted me bad, dude.
Little Friends: Dude, you got some! Awesome!
The night ended on a high note, though, because they set stuff on fire.
Last night was our housewarming party to break in the new apartment. It started out with 2 bottles of wine, 1 bottle of champagne, and a bathtub full of beer. It ended on the roof of the Delta Sig house at 6 am. What a great party!
There was drinking, harassing neighbors, chugging, random phone calls, drunk girls, being heckled, food at the Diner, more drinking, and no sleep. I would say it was a success. Random, but nice.
Buit now the yucky sucky part of the weekend is here. Homework. I spent 4 hours in the studio yesterday working on my assignment and I know I will be there for a few hours today. I am putting it off, but I know that it is inevitable.
So I am minding my own business, not bothering anyone, when the phone rings. This is a fairly normal occurance in our apartment , and little did I know that it would be the start of a frustrating experience.
Caller: Hi, Tammy?
Me: Excuse me?
Caller: Is Tammy there?
Me: No sorry, you have the wrong number.
Caller: Ok, sorry.
She hangs up. I go about my merry way. 30 seconds later...
Caller: Hello. Is this the Singer Sewing Machine Store?
Me: No, I'm sorry. Wrong number.
Caller: Oh, is this (my phone number)?
Caller: Then can I talk to Tammy?
Me: I'm sorry, there's no one here by that name. Wrong number.
She hangs up. I shake my head. I go about the merry way again. 30 seconds later...
Caller: Hello. Can I talk to Tammy?
Me: Sorry, it's still the wrong number.
Caller: Oh. Is this (my phone number)?
Me: Yes. It's not the Singer Sewing Machine place.
30 seconds later she called again but we didn't answer it. I guess after she heard the "Hi, you've reached Lindsay, Calvert, Meagan, and Natalie" on our answering machine she realized I wasn't lying to her.
As previously mentioned, I have way too much time on my hands this summer, and I spend a good deal of it at the pool burning my self to yummy perfection. After a few hours, you begin to notice things. Certain patterns of pool etiquette.
1. A girl will go to any length (and level of undress) to avoid a single tan line. This means that she will most likely be untied, folded down, and unwrapped, positioned in a very unladylike pose for maximun exposure.
2. There is always someone who shouldn't be wearing that. This could be the guy with the back hair playing volleyball in itty bitty trunks, or the fairly large girl sunning herself in a bikini like a beached whale. Hairy and Shamoo are always at the pool, and they usually bring friends.
3. Guys will stop all activity to stare at a girl in a two-piece. Subtlety is not an issue when you are staring slack-jawed and drooling at the hottie slathering on suncreen. Get an eyeful at all costs.
4. Guys will do anything to look cool while in the pool area. They strut, they flex, they wander aimlessly, they do bellyflops to prove manliness. They usually end up looking like idiots.
5. People actually read. At any given time, there will be at least 13 issues of Cosmo, 10 of Glamour, a smattering of Rolling Stones, and the occasional Maxim opened and perused poolside. Also, any volume of any Oprah's Book Club is sure to be spotted. And people think literacy is dead.
6. Girls do not wear swim suits in order to go swimming. They do not wish to get wet. They want to get tan. They will avoid contact with water unless it is to put the legs in to cool off before returning to the tanning. This is a law of nature, do not mess with it.
6. There is always a Happy Couple being too happy and too coupley. Whether they are in matching suits or lotioning each other's backs, the Happy Couple is sure to draw maximum attention to their togetherness. At some point, he will throw her in the pool, despite loud, squealing protests that sound like a drowning child.
7. The sun is strongest between 10 and 2. Hence, if you don't get a chair by 10 you won't get one until 3:30. Sorry for the inconvenience, try again later.
8. The original angle of the pool chair just isn't right. No matter where the sun is, there is always a better location to sit in than the one you are in. Do whatever neccesary to achive prime position; drag chairs around, flip them, turn them, build forts and block walkways. The tan is all that matters.
9."No Lifeguard on Duty" translates into "Drink Freely, Run by the Pool, and Dive Headfirst into the Shallow End" to most college students. Safety, shmafety.
Got any other observations from your pool? Let me know.
I am young. I am free. I have money and time to kill.
No homework due til Monday. No work. No class tomorrow (blasted summer school).
There is no conceivable reason why I should be bored right now. None. Yet I am. Spent the whole afternoon slowly frying myself to a golden crisp by the pool with my roommate Calvert. Then we went to a Chinese buffet and screwed the diet for the afternoon. Beautiful. Now I'm back and bored. Very full after the yummy goodness of crab rangoon, honey checken, and fried rice...but bored.
The good news is that I have no class tomorrow. I always skipped classes the most on Fridays during the semester, so now it will be like skipping with no adverse affects. I like this.
As pleased as that makes me, I'm still just bored.
Today was the first day of my life as a draftsperson.
And boy, was it fun.
The first day of summer school. Beautiful. We learned how to letter. Aparently, I've been writing incorrectly since the first grade. I've never done anything so difficult as write the alphabet three times in good lettering to a 1/4 inch scale. Damn. You may laugh but it was hard!
This class is a lovely prerequisite for the Computer Aided Drafting that I have to take as well. So, in other words, I have to suffer through 8 weeks of an intense and very difficult course, spending hndreds of dollars on supplies I won't use again and books I will never read, learning how to do by hand what I will be using a computer for in a semester anyway. Make sense, right? Perfectly.
And you thought you were in the computer age.
So it was an eventful morning, not to mention I got harassed by a Summer Welcome tour group. Freshman Orientation is in full swing here at Mizzou and there are youngins running around all over. So I am minding my own business, just trying to walk to class across the quad behind the Union, when I hear this voice behind me, " And here is the School of Human Environmental Design." I try to keep moving without being seen, because I know the SW leaders are pretty much being paid to be goofballs. No luck. "And there is a future architect now, on her way to summer classes! Wave at the group fellow student!" But I couldn't because my hands were full of sketchbook, water bottle, Tsquare, toolbox, and carrying tube. So I smiled and ran away. They all laughed at me. It was so traumatizing.
After 3 wonderful weeks of doing absolutely nothing, I have returned to Columbia for summer school, which kind of sucks. I don't mind the apartment or the pool or anything, but the school part sucks. Classes start Tuesday, so I have all day tomorrow to goof off and unpack. Which by the way is another sucky part.
I hate moving. I hate packing. I hate unpacking.
I feel sorry for my nomadic ancestors...but then again I am sure they didn't have all of this useless crap. Like, if you were a nomad, would you need to have salad tongs? I think not.