Not Shallow, Selectively Deep

2003-08-02T02:45:00.000-05:00

Memories (whoa whoa whoa) Memories

My mother is beginning to get sad that her baby girls are getting to be all growed up. One baby is receiving her Masters next week, and the other (ie, me) is going to be a junior in college. All this and a nasty dose of pre-menopausal hormones and you've got yourself one sappy (and sometimes snappy) mommy.

Among the baby books and memory boxes, Mom found the video tape of my senior year After Prom, which documents me and several classmates getting thoroughly hypnotized. I had hoped to forget this tape, because I seem to be pretty good at going under, and they had me convinced I was everything from a five year-old in a scary movie to a Tupalo, Mississippi resident arguing over just who that double wide trailer belonged to. And every time they said "chair" I thought somebody was pinching my ass.

But the worst is at the end of the show they handed me a little gold trophy, and until 3 am, everyone who said trophy to me got to hear how "I was a star in the Kent Sorrells Show!"

Mom loves this tape.

I have a feeling that it will be shown at every major family event from now until my funeral, and it will probably get played there, too. I take comfort in the fact that, though I may have sounded like an idiot, my updo hadn't fallen apart yet and I looked really cute in that zebra print tank top. I just like to be able to document that I am just like any other normal girl, and I didn't get fat until I went away to college.

But if I have to hear my Grandmary yell "chair" at me one more time, I swear to God I'll do more than just pinch her ass.

2003-07-31T00:41:00.000-05:00

I got a tattoo!

2003-05-13T16:34:00.000-05:00

I'm done with finals, bitches!

All I've got to worry about for the next three months is getting up for work, as soon as I find a job, that is. Honestly, I'm more concerned with having to leave my roommate Lyndsi's straightener. That thing will straighten ANYTHING. I'm going to miss it.

I am so beyond ready for summer.

2003-05-07T10:10:00.000-05:00

One down, three to go

Just finished my Baroqure Art History final exam. And I bitchslapped that mo fo, if I do say so myself. I am the master of art history. This gives me great confidence for my other three finals, which will most likely bitchslap me.

Panic is a great study tool. When your entire grade rests on one little multiple-choice/essay test, your view of reality gets to be a little skewed. I am always so manic this time of year. I consume too much caffeine, I don't sleep enough, and I read too many uninteresting books. It's an interesting time as well, when everybody goes to study instead of bar-hop, and what kind of highlighter you're using can incite an hour long conversation, and you're trying to get your face-time in at the library. It's finally time for finals. It's time to hunker down and cram all the crap you've been avoiding all semester, or at least since the midterm (when you crammed all the useless shit into your head from the first half of the semester). You can almost smell the fear.

Nothing makes a person more productive than the last minute.

2003-05-06T14:05:00.000-05:00

Happy Birthday

It's been over a year since I started writing on this site. Yeah for me.

The year is winding down, which means my level of studying is winding up. If I did half as much work throughout the semester as I do in the last two weeks then I would be so much better off. But I've got one more day of class and a weekend full of cramming ahead and I am glad to be almost done. I am going home for the summer and looking forward to that as well. No more communal living for awhile.

It blows my mind that I am going to be a junior in college in just a few short weeks. I know it's young, but I feel so old. Either way, I can't think about that too much yet, because my geography and speech finals are already starting to kick my ass.

How I love the end of the semester. It's one big dicking in the ass, as for as I'm concerned. Between finals and book buy-back, I just feel a little abused by the time all is said and done. Thank god this is almost over.

2003-04-30T10:07:00.000-05:00

Worn Out

I've reached the point of being tired that no amount of sleep will fix.

2003-04-23T14:04:00.000-05:00

Heartbreak.

Forgive me if I don't write for awhile. Not sure if I can be lighthearted and shallow at this point. Hope to be back soon.

2003-04-22T19:51:00.000-05:00

Soundtrack to my Pain

I've learned that nothing is better to listen to than Delila when you're sad. She knows, she understands, she plays sappy-ass love songs that make you feel like shit. But it helps. Don't know why, but it just does.

Thank you, Delila.

2003-04-21T23:38:00.000-05:00

Would you rather...

Have an orgasm every time you hear the word "pancake?"

or

Burst passionately into the chorus of "Come on Eileen" upon reaching climax?

2003-04-21T20:51:00.000-05:00

Wannabe gangster

Click it you trick ass bitch:

Mobster Game

2003-04-21T10:48:00.000-05:00

Things I Learned About Myself Easter Weekend

1. I am too lazy and too cheap to drag my laundry down to the basement to wash, but I will skip down there and drop three whole quarters on a Diet Coke.
2. I could eat ranch dressing on everything.
3. I have a low pain tolerance when it comes to strep throat.
4. When I have a fever, I have the most fucked-up dreams. (All I know is that there were monkeys.)
5. I totally cannot fold a contour sheet.
6. Speaking of cotour sheets, I can't put them on a top bunk without falling off.
7. If I wait a while to tweeze/wax the eyebrows, they begin to form as one.
8. I am not a diva.
9. If I am sick enough, my parents will give me anything.

2003-04-16T00:43:00.000-05:00

Nicole is going crazy

I always know it's time to get my lazy ass to clean my part of the room when my slightly anal-retentive roommate Nicole starts leaving messages for me on the dry-erase board.

Sunday: "Time to clean...I'm going crazy!"
Monday: "Please clean...please, please, please!"
Tuesday: "Clean up, you dirty bitches!"

I came home from class today (revelling in the fact that I didn't have to go back to my yucky sucky blow-ass job) and finally tackled the disastor area that my corner had become. It's a sad day when you realize you had more clothes on the floor of your closet than you have hanging up. I'm seriously not that messy of a person, but when I get busy then my clothes tend to go to shit. I am a quick cleaner though...mainly becasue I just stuff everything into my laundry basket.

So the bad news is that now I have to do laundry. Except I have no quarters. Dammit!

2003-04-14T10:10:00.000-05:00

Peace at last

Had a great time at the Loveable and Adorable's formal this weekend. Came back just in time for drama and bullshit to recommence. Want to got back to Bloomington.

God I love my life.

2003-04-11T10:08:00.000-05:00

Fight

Battle lines drawn.

Weapons loaded.

Stalemate.

2003-04-08T12:33:00.000-05:00

Save Lives

If you're not doing anything tomorrow and you are in the St. Louis/ St. Charles, Kansas City, or Jeff City, Mo area, please please please give blood. The annual Greek Week Blood Drive is being held and there are satellite drives in those areas. Not only could your single donation save three lives, but there is a world record for the most units gathered in a single day at stake. This is another great way to support our troops, as well.

If you think you might give, I would also appreciate it if you gave in the name of Kappa Kappa Gamma of Columbia, MO, for first and foremost...GIVE BLOOD!!!

I'm giving too!

2003-04-08T00:35:00.000-05:00

Why am I poor?

I never see anything I want to buy until I am completely broke.

Especially when JCrew is having a 50-80% off clearance on some really really cute things. Dammit.

2003-04-07T21:50:00.000-05:00

Claire thinks I have a nice personality

We had a party last week called Gone Commando. It was an army theme, because you know, nothing says "let's support our troops" like public drunkeness and camo mini skirts. As the social chair, I take a lot of pride in being able to plan parties that offend as many people in a single sitting as possible. Our other favorite target groups are poor people and criminals.

It was a great time until Liquor Patrol crashed the party. Twelve people got Minor in Possession tickets, including the DJ. But he did leave five good CDs behind for the rest of us to play, and we rocked out to such favorites as "Movin on Up," "Bust a Move," and everyone's current favorite (seriously, I love this song) "Remix to Ignition."

Meanwhile, Claire, whom we call Peanut for reasons we have long since drowned out and forgotten, is telling everyone how great we are for sticking it out. She's running around telling everyone that the ones who stayed are the ones with the best personalities. This is nice to hear, because I think my mother was the only one to ever acknowledge that I even have a personality to begin with, much less a nice one. Cheers to Peanut.

I think you have a nice personality as well.

2003-04-07T00:46:00.000-05:00

If I had a million dollars...

I was the only one of Mizzou's new Tour Team members to answer that survey question with a lyric from the Barenaked Ladies song. Does that make me really cool, or a huge dork? I guess it depends on which part of the song I quoted:

"i'd buy you a green dress, but not a real green dress...that's cruel."

That's the best part of the song. And seriously, if you really had a million dollars what the fuck else would you do with it?

(Shop....damn straight.)

2003-04-06T15:46:00.000-05:00

Rain, rain go away...

Warm the fuck back up, bitch.

2003-04-05T19:35:00.000-06:00

Big Loser

Yeah, I'm staying in tonight, despite offers of free beer for girls at the Beta rush party. I stayed in last night too, but after kind of a bad morning with skit stuff, I'm just not in the mood.

I hate rush parties anyway. There are always only 2 actual rushees there and the actives are just trying to show off how many girls they can get. I am not some frat boy's trophy bitch, you know? All my suitemates are going but I don't even know any Beta's and I don't even feel like dealing with it.

At least my clothes are going to have fun tonight. I am sending my shoulder-tied black top and red-beaded tie-belt to the party on Ashley. She looks awesome (as always) and after all, nothing is harder than dressing for an ex-boyfriend (as asshole Jeff is a Beta).

Have fun shirt and belt!

2003-04-04T10:32:00.000-06:00

Gone Horribley Wrong

I've had my first official flop as social chair.

Last night was the Gone Commando camo party that I've been planning for months and months. It didn't go so well. Fisrt, buses were so and there weren't enough shuttling. Second, Liquor Patrol was at McBaine's in force. Even the DJ got an MIP.

I was so pissed off last night. We spend way too much money on our social budget to have stupid LP break up our parties. People literally got off the bus, saw LP, and got back on the bus. I felt really bad for all the TriDelts who got tickets. That has got to suck.

But I was the trooper. I stuck it out. I hung out with the owner and listened to him bitch about how he was going to make no money. And then when LP left, he opened the bar and made all drinks a dollar.

"Have fun, boys and girls," he says.

Yeah, it kinda sucked. Yeah, nobody was really there. Yeah, I was a little tipsy and punched a wall in the bathroom (well, more of a smack). But I am still getting the tshirt and I still had a good time.

And I would just like to say thank you to Peanut for thinking that I have a nice personality.

2003-03-21T12:28:00.000-06:00

Spring Break starts today!

If you need me, I'll be in Fort Myer's Beach.

2003-03-20T13:27:00.000-06:00

"There's Something For You Downstairs..."

Yeah for getting flowers!

Despite tests and stress it has been a wonderful week, the highlights being having been chosen to be on the university's Tour Team (a student recruitment group that gives tours of campus to prospective students) and waking up to having received a gorgeous bouquet of flowers from the Loveable and Adorable this morning (with irises, one of my favorites).

This means:

A. He loves me. A lot.

B. I can now quit the yucky sucky job with the ticket office.

C. Midterms are done.

and D. I go on Spring Break tomorrow.

I really can't wait to leave tomorrow, and I really love the flowers. I am such a girl.

But they are seriously so pretty. I am not even kidding.

2003-03-12T14:31:00.000-06:00

Cram Session

It's Midterm Week for Meagan!

I just finished my American History test, and rocked out, if I might say so. Tonight I have Comm 75, which will suck big balls. Friday I have Art History and next week I have Geography.

So it would make sense that I would be studying my cha-chas off. Perfect sense. But I haven't.

But I have written and cast a Greek Week skit (god bless directing), worked out every day (lost 3 pounds), gone to every single class, and worked a double shift (go Tigers).

My life woulkd be so much better if school wasn't in it.

2003-03-06T13:18:00.000-06:00

Fuck

I fucking hate it when shit gets fucked up for no fucking good reason.

I am quitting school.

2003-03-06T01:55:00.000-06:00

I can smell myself

The worst thing in the world is when you get in the shower after having gone out, and as soon as the water hits your hair, the bar funk smell permeates the entire room. And then you go to bed all clean but your pillow smells just as bad.

I hate that.

2003-03-05T17:33:00.000-06:00

Fun with Hazing

The best part about being active in the Greek system is getting to watch all those crazy frat boys do their crazy frat boy thing. Usually this amounts to watching some wild antics during Recruitment Week while they try to attrach the attention of several hundred potential sorority girls. But this afternoon we had a nice show on our front lawn.

That's when Manion got duct-taped to a chair in our front lawn, wearing nothing but his boxers and a very strained smile. After he lavaliered one of my pledge sisters, his fellow frat boys decided he needed to be "rewarded" for his deed of love. So a good amount of girls pour outside to watch him yell at Lindsay's window, and to watch our house mom (usually evil and cranky) take pictures. It took a good 20 minutes to free him enough to come inside, and another 20 to cut his wrists apart.

I commend his brothers for their excellent use of duct tape.

Oh, and neve fear...we will be tsaking Lindsay over to their house and returning the favor.

2003-03-03T19:45:00.000-06:00

03.03.03

That's just sweet.

2003-03-02T19:33:00.000-06:00

Pink!

Many thanks to my friends at Shelton Studios for the blog makeover. They're great.

Gotta love the pinkness.

2003-03-01T21:09:00.000-06:00

Greetings from B-Town

I am spending the weekend with my Loveable and Adorable. We sre having a nice quiet weekend together, even though he really really really wants me to go to one of his frat brother's apartments for a party tonight. I am being obstinate and saying no like a spoiled toddler. Serves him right for not telling anyone here that he lavaliered me.

Anyway, like I said, quiet weekend. Which to me means one thing...laundry. Being flat ass broke, I have drven four hours withmy dirties to save the fivedollars in quarters it would have cost to do my laundry at the house back in Columbia. It's a pain in the ass, but I get the Greatest Girlfriend Award for doing all of the Loveable and Adorable's laundry. I hate laundry, but doing it here is better than hauling it up and down three flights of stairs and paying a dollar a machine. Just one more reason I am looking forward to having my own apartment next yeaar so that when I avoid doing my laundry, I can avoid doing it in my own space.

The Loveable and Adorable has FINALLY gotten an offer for an interview for a job. It is from a St. Louis-based company wanting to expand their business up to Bloomington, IL. We were very pleased to receive this news, being that it might open some doors for an actual St. Louis job. (This is what I want, because I am a greedy and egocentric little bugger) This also means we are going out to dinner, broek as we both may be, because this is a much appreciated development in the long-distance relationship department. The Loveable and Adorable being in the STL is the most ideal outcome after he graduates this May.

I am keeping my fingers crossed.

2003-02-26T10:34:00.000-06:00

When it gets this cold outside, I always just want to curl up with my Loveable and Adorable and go to sleep in front of a fire. I know that this is a common thought among overly romantic people such as myself, and I know that in reality it isn't such a good idea. A) I've got way too much shit to do to be lying around by fires, and B) I don't know about who y'all date, but my boyfriend is a regular furnace. That boy conducts more heat than six lab rats having an orgy in a polyester-wool blend sock on top of a radiator. This is a great attribute in a cold basement or subzero degree car, but if we tried to snuggle next to a fire I would soon persih from heat exaustion.

Gotta love it though, not gonna lie.

2003-02-24T10:51:00.000-06:00

Iowa is cool

I spent the weekend in Ames, Iowa for a Provence meeting for my sorority. Ames is quite the happening town, I'm telling you. If you ever get the urge to go there, I strongly suggest you just keep on going. I hear Canada is lovely this time of year.

All random Iowaness aside, it was a pretty good weekend. I was all rah rah sorority the whole time, so I've gotten a good fill of Greek-life for awhile. And I have never sung so much in my life. Every couple of hours someone would burst into song, and all the ladies would join in. Like, do we have time for a music montage? We always have time for a music montage!

And we got to roll up there in one of those big ass tour buses. Leather seats, full bathroom, fridge and mocrowave. I swear to god it was like being a rock star. Especially with all the singing.

2003-02-19T17:17:00.000-06:00

Don't worry JonLee, I'm not engaged....yet.

2003-02-19T16:40:00.000-06:00

The people I live with are naked a lot.

I mean a LOT.

2003-02-18T10:54:00.000-06:00

Sometimes I like to buy bridal magazines and plan my ideal wedding. It's kind of scary, and I know it kind freaks the Loveable and Adorable out a little, but I can't help it. I've always been like this.

When I was little my Barbies would have long and elaborate weddings with huge wedding parties and extravagent receptions. Skipper always caught the bouquet, but Midge (the red-headed bitch) would always try and take it from her. I even had a set of matching bridesmaids dresses for the other Barbies. I only had two Ken dolls, and one suit, so there was never a best man.

Ken usually benefitted from this arrangement.

My older sister was a tom-boy and played with GI Joe's instead of Barbie. The only time we played together was when Barbie and Joe got married. Barbie always liked a man in uniform. Then Joe would get sent off to war while Barbie was left at home to manage the home front and cruise around in her hot pink Jeep.

Ken usually benefitted from hubby's absence.

2003-02-17T00:11:00.000-06:00

I've got a secret...and it's a good one.

I'll give you a hint:

My loveable and adorable was here this weekend and he did a really really really good job with the gift this year. Can't tell what it is for awhile, but if you're lucky, then you'll find out soon.

On a not-at-all related note:

My sorority's formal was Saturday night, and not only did I look way hot, had a hot date, and got really drunk, but it was a very entertaining night as well.

Drunk Formal Event #1: A girl was proposed to about halfway through the night. It was a very romantic gesture, but he didn't quite stick the landing. As I recall, his exact words were, "So y'all know I love this girl, right? Ok, will you marry me?" Despite sketchy verbage, the gesture was well recieved and the audience, being composed of mostly really drunk and emotional sorority girls, became a big weepy mess. There was squealing and bawling and flappy hands, and drunk swaying girls going "Oh my god that was SO beautiful." All the guys kept looking around at each other like, seriously...is this for real? As the Loveable and Adorable commented, he wished he had brought his water wings.

Drunk Formal Event #2: Being social chair and the proud organizer of this function, I had the honor of announcing the King of Formal, which is a senior gentleman who's elected to be an honorary member of the seniorpledge class. When I was sober, this sounded great, but after a couple (or six) gin and tonics, the act was made slightly more difficult. As I recall, it went something like this, " Ummmm, scuzzzze me!Just one quick announcement. SSSShhhhhhhhh....I just want to announce this year's King. [mass hysteria among seniors, who excite easily] This year's king...David, I mean Doug, I mean DANIEL Smith! Way to go Danny Boy!"

Drunk Formal Even #3: I made friends with the door guys, got a free shot of something green, got to be 21 all night long, and professed my love to all of my roommates and half of their dates.

Drunk Formal Event #4: After I bought the Loveable and Adorable a mostly bourbon bourbon and coke, and myself another gin and tonic (with TWO limes) we headed back to the house, where our beligerent asses got into a loud and dramatic fight that was played out in true drunk fashion, in front of everyone. He wated to play the piano, I did not. He persisted, I resisted. he played anyway, I started crying and stomped off. He did not follow, I came back and dragged his drunk ass out of the house. He protested, I cried and ran away. He slipped on the ice and fell on his aforementioned drunk ass, I didn't se it, but if I had I wouln't have cared. We returned to our hotel, fought really loud for awhile, broke down crying like small children, and then passed out. The next morning, all was well and we kind of forgot we ever fought.

The mornings after functions are always my favorite. We had brunch and just kind of sat back and listened to all of the war stories from the night before. It's always a trip to listen to people's sober renditions of what they did drunk the night before.

All in all, I think it was a good night. And if I didn' see you... I love you sooooooooooooooooooo muccchhhhh.

2003-02-14T20:29:00.000-06:00

Day of the Loving

In honor of the holiday (which was actually started in 270 AD and not by Hallmark) here is a list of the things I am in love with right now:

1. My loveable and adorable Michael (duh)
2. Fake nails (they're great, but now typing is kind of a problem)
3. Chocolate-covered strawberries
4. Bridal magazines (especially ones with 976 pages of dresses...sorry Mikey, I couldn't help it)
5. Green tea
6. Knowing that I am going to look hot hot hot at formal tomorrow night
7. Naps all morning long
8. A warming trend in the weather
9. My beautiful friend Stacy
10. Invites to the Winery
11. Fake IDs
12. 236 days til I won't need my fake ID anymore
13. That Kid Rock/Sheryl Crow song
14. Good hair days
15. Getting an email from work "preparing" us for the possibility of being sent home early when things get slow
16. New outfits just for tonight

Happy Valentine's Day, everyone!

2003-02-13T20:54:00.000-06:00

My Talent

Tomorrow I have to give a speech demonstrating a skill to my Intro to Public Speaking class. I have no marketable skills and I don't know how to do anything of remote interest. So I am demonstrating the one thing I know how to do well. I am going to demonstrate gift-wrapping.

And not just any gift-wrapping, my friend. No pansy-ass gobs of tape, mismatched patterns, and a stick-on bow gift-wrapping. I am talking the kind of gift-wrapping that would make Martha Stewart have to check her pants. And yes, I can wrap like that. I can whip out perfect packages with big ole ribbonlicious bows and handmade cards like I am some sort of gift-wrap guru.

Besides, I just got my nails done and we wouldn't want to do anything strenuous, now would we.

So excuse me, but I am going to go back to my double-sided tape and my ribbon and my polka-dot tissue paper and think about just how relevant to my adult life this is.

2003-02-13T01:08:00.000-06:00

He's got that smile on his face because of me.

2003-02-10T01:34:00.000-06:00

It kind of scares me that when, in light that my sorority's formal is this coming Saturday, some girls say very dramatcally that they won't be eating this week, you can tell that some of them mean it. I've never lived with so many beautiful girls who think that they are so ugly. I don't know what causes a person to hate themselves that much, but it's really sad. Here at NSSD, we are all about the inner beauty, of course. I mean, everybody loves frosting, but you've got to have some cake under there somewhere.

Also, Valentine's Day is this Friday, and I think that some people want to be skinny so that they look cuter for the humpy hump that will be going on.

2003-02-07T13:44:00.000-06:00

It's so cold that...

When you walk outside and take a deep breath, you can feel all the boogers in your nasal cavity freeze.

2003-02-02T10:47:00.000-06:00

Drunkass

After reading the last post, and after going over my 3 am drunk dial, and after getting one whif of my hair and wanting to yak all over myself, I've come to a very important conclusion: I feel like a big piece of poop right now, and I never ever want to drink again.

Oh yes, and shall we recall falling down the stairs at Sigma Nu? Or spilling a beer on my pants? Or having some guy named Tim trying to give my car a name,and the best thing he could come up with was Cleetus. Or deciding that Stacy, Bridgette, and I are going to form a new sorority when we move in together so that girls in different houses can hang out together as one. Yeah, we're calling it Sigma Beta Mu. I'm the Mu.

2003-02-02T03:03:00.000-06:00

getting drunk with old friends is great, but realizing greater things about yourself is even greater. such as...

loving and being in love with someone are completely different things, but i have the honor of feeling both for my loveable and adorable.

love you, mikey.

(and mikey likes it.)

2003-01-31T23:30:00.000-06:00

Countdown...

There are exactly 250 days until I turn 21.

2003-01-31T14:51:00.000-06:00

It's getting hot in herrr.

Yes, I know these people. They are my friends and this is what we have done on several occasions in the name of drunken entertainment. I never said it was smart, or safe, but it is pretty damn funny.

And you thought the only memorable thing to come out of Springfield, IL was Abraham Lincon.

2003-01-30T13:04:00.000-06:00

It's in the Double X, yo.

There's got to be something in my female chemical makeup that so forcefully pushes me to the acquisition of as many pairs of shoes as possible. I have a good amount considering the budget I work on and I just bought two more myself. Cute ones, too. Did I need them? Need being from a survival, like air and water and a good calcium supplement point of view? No, not really. But there was just something about the way those strappy little bastards just reached out and said, "Hark! Your ankles will appear thin and your calves will become defined just by putting me on! Your entire wardrobe will be complete with my purchase! Your life will be whole! There will be world peace and food for the children!" All this and just one little pair of shoes.

And there's something in my female chemical makeupwomen that makes me think that this sentiment makes sense. Yes, there will be peace! I will never need to shop again with THESE shoes sitting in my closet! I can hear the shoes calling to me. It's a dangerous thing, my friends, to have shoes talk to you. I can communicate fluently in the many languages of all accessories. I walk into a mall and I hear music. Shoes, purses, jewelery, belts...they all sing to me.

And I know I am not the only one. I can drop hundreds of dollars in a single swoop and not blink an eye...and I am not alone! Women all around are willing to shop til they drop and I can assure you that the better part of that dropped denero, that squandered scrilla, has been invested in footwear. I don't care what season, what's in style, who's wearing it, or who's selling it. Sandals, boots, slides, platforms, flats, mules, flipflops. Close-toe, open-toe, dress, casual. I have them all and I love them all. And as much as I love the pair I just bought, with their pointy little toe and their sexy little heel, I know that next week I will find another pair I will love just as much. And a purse to match them.

I like to think that it's just my own little way of supporting my nation's struggling economy.

2003-01-28T23:39:00.000-06:00

State of the Union Address Observations

1. Too much up and down going. I almost got dizzy watching all those stodgy old men and stiff-faced women keep getting to their feet after every couple sentences.

2. There must have been some kind of Valentine's Day love theme going on with the ladies. They liked the pink and the red this year.

3. All the audience members they showed look about ready to fall asleep or croak on the spot.

4. Maybe if Congress would stop clapping and start listening things would get done in this country and we wouldn't be headed into economic turmoil and a potential world war.

5. Hillary Clinton just looks like such a bitch. And you could totally tell she was smiling her way through some bitchyass comments to the person next to her while President Bush was talking about the economy.

6. Pro-war propaganda much?

2003-01-26T20:58:00.000-06:00

Superbowl Sunday

Ok, I'm not going to try and pretend that I even cared about the game. In fact, I gave exactly two and a half shits. All I wanted to see was the commercials. And the big winner in my book was the Office Linebacker commercial. I have no idea what product they were trying to sell, but it was a great commercial nonetheless. ANother favorite was the "Marijuana impares your judgement" teen pregnancy drug awareness commercial. That one got a great reaction.

And by the way, who else thought that Shania Twain looked like Elvira on crack...with bigger hair? When is she going to realized that she isn't a rock star, and that NO ONE should wear thigh high boots?

2003-01-24T11:04:00.000-06:00

Tastes like...

I've seen the Hardee's commercial with the chicken that has a censor block over it's breasts so many times I know it by heart, and every time I see it, I wonder how they get every chicken sandwhich to be the same size piece of chicken breast. I mean, every single one is supposed to be 2/3 of a pound, and I find myself saying to myself, "Damn, that's a big piece of boob." Is there someone out there getting paid to make sure all the chicken sandwiches are D-cups and not As?

2003-01-21T21:44:00.000-06:00

Back to school, back to school...

New semester. New room. New major. New set of fat books that cost way too much fucking money.

2003-01-16T12:09:00.000-06:00

Shacker

I'm never going to get tired of staying with my loveable and adorable boyfriend, even if his room is frigid and his apartment has hard water. This was a surprise visit, as I do not have class until Tuesday morning (at 8 am, yucky sucky).

My loveable and adorable boyfriend has a new roommate. She is a two month old boxer-collie mix named Morgan, and she is the cutest thing in the world. At least, she was until she started chewing on the sleeve of my sweater. That took the cute factor down a notch or two. But then she fell over trying to climb on the couch and the approval ratings went back up again.

I'm going to steal her.

2003-01-04T11:56:00.000-06:00

Ought-Three

I know it's going to be a greatyear for the following reasons:

1. My loveable and adorable boyfriend was my first and last kiss of 2002, and first of 2003.

2. Oprah said so.

3. I have washed my hair and worn makeup every single day so far.

4. Buy one get one half off at Payless.

5. First party of the second semester is the weekend after we get back, and not only is my loveable and adorable boyfriend going to come see me, but the party favors are pink underwear and beer mugs. Sweeeeeet.

6. You can get some really good wine for under $5 a bottle, and it's really good when drinking it in a hot tub. You know what else is good ina hot tub? Nevermind.

7. New year, new semester, new major.

8. Snow on the ground and adorbable scarves and hats and gloves to wear.

9. I already have the money saved for my Spring Break trip.

10. Dude, I so turn 21 in 2003. Like, only 10 months, yo.

Happy 2003, everyone!

2002-12-20T01:34:00.000-06:00

Everytime I hear Nikki French's Total Eclipse of the Heart, I think of drag queens. I think of drag queens in mumus with five o'clock shadows belting out the lyrics and doing an interpretive dance to go along with it. I think of the other drag queens in the show pointing and laughing at the Mumu Drag Queen, along with the better part of the audience.

I also think of the week before Recruitment, when half the house went to a drag show for the hell of it, and about how one of our senior girls kept getting hit on by lesbians. If you have never been to a drag show, you should find one and go. Drag queens are cool.

But not in mumus.

2002-12-20T00:00:00.000-06:00

Yeah, so....

So I just found out that the final I thought I was having at 10 tomorrow is actually being held at 3:30. So I get to stay at school for an extra, oh, FIVE HOURS. I hate my life.

But all is redeemed by the last few hours spent packing with my roommate Amanda. We've been singing along to really loud 80s music and gettting stir crazy, laughing about semester memories and missing our third roomie who's already left.

It was the best semester, and the best night. AND I GET TO GET THE HIZELL OUT TOMORROW!!!!!

2002-12-19T20:58:00.000-06:00

Shit Shit Shit

No, not another cussfest...but I am still bitching about the end of the semester.

I have way too much shit. I swear to God, I am going to find out whoever had the brilliant idea of everybody moving out at semester, then I am going to hunt them down, and then I am going to scold them visciously...with shin kicking. I would kill them, but I don't have enough room in my car to carry the body. A Civic is not meant for hauling large loads of girl crap. I have a suitcase, duffel bags, crates, Rubbermaid boxes, a laundry basket, random boxes, and trash bags. And this is supposed to all fit in a compact coupe? Right, like that's going to happen.

And not only do I have too much shit, but I don't have enough shit to put my shit in, nor a car big enough to carry all the shit that my shit has been put in. This is a dilemma.

But, the silver lining:

Saturday is the annual Mizzou vs. Illinois Border War basketball game. It sold out in six minutes and I HAVE TICKETS. I'm from Illinois, and everyone their mom went to U of I from my home, so I will be very pleased if we win. It's been two years now that Illini have beaten Mizzou, but we are ranked higher than them this season. So, Saturday will be awesome. I love my Tigers, but I would love them even more if they kicked some Illini ass this weekend. You know, like we did in the football game.

2002-12-18T21:50:00.000-06:00

My Own Goddamn Holiday

Because it is the smack damn middle of finals week and we still have two long-ass fucking days of tests and shitty mctitty projects left to struggle through like big ass hats in hell, and in honor of all the bitch ass mother fucking students who were ready to fucking kill themselves about 20 goddamn minutes ago, and for all those cocksuckers who are kissing my ass because they are already finished with their goddamn finals, I am hereby declaring this day to be Cuss Like A Mother Fucking Sailor Because You're Too Fucking Stressed Out To Handle It Fucking Maturely Day.

(And don't even got me started on book buy back. The fact that they even have the outright nerve call it a fucking "buy back" is enough to make me want to shove a boot with a three inch heel up their collective asses and twist it around til they cry. They should just call it a campus-wide raping and get it over with. Neither of my goddamn $75+ books are being bought back. I have now bent over, and the bitch staff of the University Bookstore have gotten started. I love being dicked by the system. It really fucking makes my day just like a fucking merry-go-round.)

2002-12-17T17:50:00.000-06:00

Tips for Group Living

by Room 14 Sarah

1. Get so wasted you can't see straight, and come home to share the experience with your roommates.

2. Mistake your laundry basket for a toilet and yak your brains out. You can't remember when they put a toilet in your closet, but it sure was nice of them, wasn't it?

3. Singing your own rendition of Nelly's "Hot in Here" ("so fucking hot in herrrrrr...gonna take off all my clothes. so hot in heeerrrrrrrr.") get all naked.

4. Climb into the top bunk, and much to the relief of your roommates, pass out.

5. A few hours later, let your roommates know that they haven't seen the last of you yet and fall out of bed.

6. Get confused by the short trip down, climb back into bed. The wrong one, but a bed nonetheless.

7. Get cozy with the warm body that has appeared in "your" bed, and start to spoon.

Silly Sarah.

2002-12-16T23:40:00.000-06:00

Yeah, I'm gonna bitch about it...

Cramps can bite my ass. PMS can bite my ass. Being a girl can bite my ass. And you can bite my ass, too, if you even think about telling me to just suck it up and deal. I hate you.

Not too sure what to do. Six Advil, a pack of M&Ms, and my trusty Boy Scout sweatshirt (Troop 3, no less) usually do the trick. But alas, even Troop 3 can't save me now. I'd kinda just like to smash myself over the head with a blunt object right now.

And to top it all off, there is a rather large chunk of finger missing from, well, my finger after a misfire while mounting a project. I hate XActo knives.

2002-12-16T16:04:00.000-06:00

CCCCCCCCCCcccccccCCCCCCCC

With the purchase of a bright, shiny new keyboard my little Dell baby is fixed!

It's so beautiful. I can type the letter C again!

C! C! C! C! C! C! C!

2002-12-15T23:45:00.000-06:00

One word that is the bane of my existence:

Finals

2002-12-14T10:07:00.000-06:00

Balance, peace, and joy has been restored.

He still loves me.

I'm so happy.

2002-12-13T00:17:00.000-06:00

I don't know how I've gotten through the day.

Just the mere thought of losing the most important person in the world to me has made me become a bipolar mess of emotions. I can go for a few hours and be fine, almost like a normal functioning human-being person. But then something twists and I can't do anything but sit on the edge of my bed and sob. That's how I've spent the last two days. I didn't think it was possible to have this many tears to cry.

I've kind of gone numb. It's like that dull hurt sensation you get when your foot falls asleep. You can't feel a thing for the moment, but you know that if you move too fast you'll be in agony.

My friends wanted me to come out and drown my sorrows, but I know that isn't the answer I'm looking for. I've always been able to drink myself to an oblivion when the problem wasn't really that big of a deal. A bad day or a low grade isn't a real problem. This time the sorrow is too big to drown. There isn't enough liquor in the world to make this kind of hurt stop.

There's only one thing that can, and I think he's the last thing I'm going to get.

2002-12-11T22:24:00.000-06:00

It's amazing that just when you think everything is going wonderfully, it can turn the other way so fast.

What do you do when loving someone isn't enough anymore?

I would be numb but I think my heart is breaking.

2002-12-10T20:54:00.000-06:00

Simple Request

All I want right now is to be alone in a room with my Tsquare and have everything go right for one with an inking assignment. No pen explosions, no ink blobs all over the page, no tears in the really expensive vellum, no people in and out and in and out and in and out.

Is that too much to ask?

2002-12-10T19:53:00.000-06:00

I've hit the Homestrecth. Three more days of classes before Finals start and I just can't stand it. I don't want to do anything but be a big lump in my room reading a book and making christmas gifts. Blast on finals!

The pressure is on. The clock is ticking. It's almost over. But yet here I sit, blogging and cheking my email a dozen times and going to the rec center twice in one day in an effort to avoid what I really need to just sit down and get over with. I need to suck it up and JUST DO IT. I am so unmotivated.

This time of year is so weird anyway. People are all stressed up with no where to go and take it out on everyone around them. I think it's because we are all forced to be so sober. The lack of alcohol on this campus right now is reaching a frightening low. The frat boys are going to be forced to take up the slack and that's just not pretty. And I am telling you, come Wednesday of next week when I am (almost) done with all my tests and biznatch...I'm gonna be the drunkest girl in columbia. Better watch out!

2002-12-10T12:30:00.000-06:00

countdown

4 days til finals.

10 days til Mizzou kiks Illinois' ass in the Border War game.

11 days til I go home.

15 days til Xmas

11 days til I see my baby and my friends

10 days til I'm done with Interior Design bullshit.

40 days til second semester.

22 days til new Year's Eve

16 days til the After Holiday's Sales

2002-12-09T20:53:00.000-06:00

Broken C Update

The Megster's getting a new keyboard for her baby. A broken C has turned into an $80 problem, but I am trusting the good folks at IAT Services to fix my poor girl right up, and the MomDawg to cover any and all expenses. And I get her back until the part comes in! So while I'll still be blogging away in the creepy scary computer lab, I'll be able to do the important stuff like print off pictures and play Snood.

Plus now I get to register for my new and improved Graphic Design schedule from the comfort of my own desk chair. Joy and rapture.

2002-12-09T20:46:00.000-06:00

Everybody congratulate me.

I was just elected Social Chairman for my house. Go me.

Of course, no one ran against me...but that's because I am so intimidating, they were too scared. Grrrrrr......

2002-12-09T10:58:00.000-06:00

Plan C

That's right, folks...I'm changing my major yet again. If there is anyone out there that is even remotely considering to major in interior design, for the love of all that is good in the world DON'T DO IT! It's the worst major ever. SO we're going to try something else.

How does graphic design sound? Eh, sounds pretty good.

I have this feeling that I am going to be one of those people in school for eight years before I find something I like. Hey, there are lots of people who are in school for that long. Of course, they're doctors and lawyers, but who's counting. This will be my third major in 3 semesters. Advertising journalism to interior design to graphic design. Why do I feel like I'm kind of back where I started?

So we're meeting with an advisor from the art department in about 20 minutes. Let's hope that this one works out.

I'll take what's behind Door #3, please.

2002-12-07T22:37:00.000-06:00

Research

When you say the word "cooter" to any of the girls in the room next to mine, they clap their hands over their ears and start screaming. Same reaction with "panties" and the phrase "butt slut."

(These are the things I learn when I should be studying.)

2002-12-07T20:01:00.000-06:00

Sometimes when I'm bored I go online to all the stores I like and fill shopping carts with everything I could possibly want, just to see how much I could spend if I had no limit on my cash flow.

I would spend an average of $652.83 per website.

2002-12-07T13:16:00.000-06:00

Homestretch

We're down to the final two weeks of school here at the University of Missouri. Now, I'm a studier, so I am planing on being holed up in my room for the better part of the next 48 hours working on projects and trying not to kill myself with my Tsquare. I'm going to get a hellava lot done and therefore not be all stressed up with no where to go next week.

My roommates, on the other hand, seem to be in denial about the looming end of the semester. They are spending the weekend shopping in Kansas City. They won't get anything done. They are just galavnting around the Plaza, avoiding responsibility. They're going to regret it when they have to pull cram sessions and all nighters next week.

I am so jealous.

2002-12-06T23:27:00.000-06:00

There is a horse-drawn carriage being pulled through Greek Town this evening, for God only knows what reason. It's cold, the Christmas lights on all the houses are not that impressive (read: you an see them just as well from the inside of a heated car), and there are frat boys heckling the horses along the route.

They just asked the last one to go through if they were Amish. The answer is no.

Even the Amish don't give a shit.

2002-12-06T19:35:00.000-06:00

Your mom said no.

2002-12-05T16:31:00.000-06:00

Who knew how important the C could be

My C is broken. I hit it, but no C appears. How am I supposed to type a paper about office space planning without the letter C?

SO I have taken my computer into tech services to see what they can do to get my C to come back. In the mean time, I am forced to venture down to the scary basement computer lab to do my blogging. Maybe without the distraction of instant messanger and online shopping I will get a lot of studying done this weekend. We can only hope.

The worst part is that I can't get the Cookie Monster "C is for cookie, and that's good enough for me" song out of my head. It's going to be a long weekend.

2002-12-04T18:53:00.000-06:00

The Sad Truth

I will admit it, I fell victim to the ploys of Victoria's Secrets and Wonderbra. I bought the 3-Click push-up bra. This supposed miracle of a modern support-system promises that cleavage is only three clicks away. Boobies by pull-string. Strap this bad boy on and you'll be that girlie-whirlie on TV prancing around in her unmeantionables looking randy. This sounds simple, right? It's a beautiful plan. Complete bull dookey, but beautiful.

But alas, there seems to be some false advertising going on there. I have decided that these bras only work for women who actually have cleavage on their own, not girls with starry-eyed hopes and delusions of working their way down through the alphabet with nothing more than underwires and strategic padding. No matter how many clicks there are to have, there are just some things that a bra can't do. I had mine clicked over so much that it actually broke from the pressure. Still no cleavage, though. I'm not going to lie, I was quite bummed. But I'm coming to terms with the reality that, unless I want to go through a painful and expensive surgical procedure (or have kids) I'm going to have to just suck it up and likes what I gots.

There isn't a bra in the world that will turn a pair of tater tots into Idahos.

2002-12-04T10:25:00.000-06:00

Tell JonLee I'm Sorry

Having dashed my old high school chum's hopes and dreams for my color coordination skills, I would just like to say that in the days since my recent slip into faux pasness, I have been so coordinated it's scary.

Head to toe and multiple layers. We're talking matching the undies, too, folks. It's a big, scary world out there, and it's a damn shame to go out when you're not all matched up.

So JonLee, my sincerest apologies. Call it temporary insanity, call it a lapse in attention, call it flightiness. Call it what you will, but I shall never mix brown and black again. (Or black with navy, that's just as bad.)

2002-12-03T20:40:00.000-06:00

Things I've Been Enjoying About Working Out Lately

The hurt that I have the next day...the good hurt.

The the bubble that follows me around is becoming less of a problem everyday.

It's procrastinating, but in a productive, calorie-burning way.

Quality TV time at the cardio theater.

Cold air hitting your hot face when you leave the rec center.

An increase in metabolism makes up for the Taco Bell cravings I've been having lately. (Damn those, "oooooh, fajitas" commercials.)

Walking up three flights of stairs to studio makes me slightly less weazy.

Mikey likes it.

2002-12-02T16:45:00.000-06:00

Tell My Mom I'm Sorry

I swear I didn't mean to. With all the beautiful Missouri weather I just wanted to put on a tshirt after class. I just wasn't thinking. I've committed a crime against all humanity. I wore a brown belt with a black shirt and black shoes. I'm so sorry! That is a cardinal sin! Call the fashion police, I broke the Eleventh Commandment.

Thou shalt not mix brown and black.

I'm going to fashion hell.

2002-12-02T10:52:00.000-06:00

Someday when I'm famous I want to have a street named after me. A boulevard, actually. That way, when people are asking directions, people will say things like, "Take a left on Meagan and you're there," and "Go down Meagan and you can't miss it," and "It's on Meagan."

That would be great.

2002-12-02T00:53:00.000-06:00

PS

Great couple of weeks, baby. You're one more reason to look forward to Christmas.

L&M

2002-12-02T00:41:00.000-06:00

Cue Music

I have a very tedious three-hour drive to get to school. The two-lane highways through the back woods of mid-Missouri are often remedied by loud music, which I readily supply myself. Now, I know that this is normal, but being that I am cool, I blast a very cool assortment of music. I will freely admit it. I listen to Broadway showtunes. I know that this is maybe one step up on the Dork-O-Meter from Barbara Streisand's Greatest Hits, but I like my musicals. I love them. I listen to them every time I go to and from school. And I sing along. Loud. Sometimes I dance.

This is fine when I'm on an empty stretch of highway with no one around and going 80 miles an hour, but today the inevitable happened. After the two speeding tickets I got in the past few weeks, I was taking it slow this afternoon (but still with my killer soundtrack) and I soooo got busted. I was rocking out at a stop sign in Atlas, IL (when I say rocking out I mean belting out the song like I was up for a Tony...with choreography) and a trucker saw me, pointed, and laughed. And I'm pretty sure he got on his trucker radio and told all of his little trucker friends to watch for a crazy girl in a little red Civic who thought she was part of the Annie Get Your Gun Traveling Tour on Crack.

I'm not gonna lie...I booked it out of that intersection. Nothing says embarassment like being caught in the act when you're singing along to the score of Oklahoma with all you've got.

I can never show my face in Atlas, IL again.

2002-11-21T21:23:00.000-06:00

I've checked my email eight times today.

Every time, I have this glimmer of hope that maybe THIS time I'll get mail. A quirky little e-card from my honey, a note from Mom, pictures from my sister, annoying chain letter from my cousin begging me to do my part in saving a starving cancer-ridden child's life by sending this on to ten people in ten minutes...but there's nothing. A big fat black hole of emptiness that is my inbox.

Maybe if I check one more time...

2002-11-21T17:25:00.000-06:00

Have you ever gotten that warm, glowy feeling all over when you realize just how much in love you are?

2002-11-21T11:35:00.000-06:00

A Sight to Behold:

Forty-five college girls, half of which dressed as school girls, crammed into one small TV room, screaming "SHACKER!" and throwing things at the television when Helene spent the night on the Bachelor season finale.

Must of worked though, Helene got the rock, after all.

2002-11-19T21:14:00.000-06:00

Some Like it Hot

November in Missouri, as I am finally beginning to understand, is not like November in any other normal part of the world. One day it is beautiful, cool, and just plain autumnish outside. And then the next day it's friggin August. This causes chaos for my body. Hot and cold and hot and cold and hot and cold. My thorat hurts and my nose is itchy and I hate seasons right now.

But most of all, I hate what havoc is wreaked on the heating in my house. I live in a new addition to an old old old building and the heating/cooling works really really well. Meaning, in August we were bundled up and knocking frost off our eyeliner and now we're walking around in shorts like Jimmy Buffet in Margaritaville. Our house mom has the boilers on, which is the bane of in-house girls everywhere. It's hotter than a 10 cent whore on nickel night in here.

My roommates are in bunk beds against a wall, whereas I am in a single right by the window. They want to window open at night so as not to smother in their sleep from the intense heat. I want to keep the window closed so as not to freeze from the winter cold pouring in from outside. This has caused not just a couple buttings of heads here in Room 15. There is no compromise. I hate sleeping with an open window. They hate being hot. What to do, what to do.

The window is staying shut, dammit. Okay, half shut. Okay, only open a little. Okay, however you want, I'll just snuggle down in the covers. okay, I'll sleep on the floor.

Wake me up when it's May.

2002-11-18T00:21:00.000-06:00

Weekend at home of wonderful and adorable boyfriend - awesome.

Frat brothers of wonderful and adorable boyfriend calling you hot - awesome.

Homecooking of wonderful and adorable boyfriend's mom - awesome.

Getting second speeding ticket on way to visit wonderful and adorable boyfriend (before even going to court for the first ticket) - not so awesome.

2002-11-14T21:19:00.000-06:00

Overheard in the bathroom whilst in shower

"I've got a new thong on and I know how to use it.

2002-11-13T22:10:00.000-06:00

Because no day is complete without a Pirate Joke

A pirate walks into a bar with a steering wheel in his pants. The bartender looks at him and asks, "Captain, what do you need that wheel in your pants for?" The pirate replies:

"Arg, it's driving me nuts."

Arrrrrrrrg, that's a classic.

2002-11-13T21:20:00.000-06:00

I just ate Chinese food so greasy that the paper bag it came in left a greasy pool on the table. How disgusting is that? And I ate it anyway.

Excuse me while I go unclog my arteries.

2002-11-11T23:49:00.000-06:00

When I was five we had to paint jack-o-lanterns in kindergarten. Everyone made nice pumpkin faces with scraggly teeth and pumpkin eyes. Mine was the only one with eyelashes and bows.

Even pumpkins deserve to be pretty.

2002-11-10T22:49:00.000-06:00

Fall Party

The best part about going on a hayride with your honey bunny is that you get to snuggle in the hay. A roll in the hay, if you will. Shooting stars and picking out constellations only add to the atmosphere.

To the guy driving the tractor -
If you think that the most senic route for the hayride to follow is the one that also follows along side a major highway for ten minutes, you are sorely mistaken my friend. Shooting stars = romantic. The smell of deisel and gaudy election season billboards = not so much romantic.

And to the freshmen throwing the hay -
Stop it or we will haze you.

And to the woman making my amaretto sours all night long -
A little more amaretto and a lot less sour would be nice. Thanks.

And to my wonderful and adorable boyfriend date -
Call me, gorgeous, we should do this again sometime.

2002-11-07T23:00:00.000-06:00

Meagan's Happy Time

So let's say, hypothetically, Meagan has gotten all of her work done because she believed that she would be sober driving tonight. But then, hypothetically, the people in charge of the aforementioned hypothetical sober driving program called her and informed her that hypothetically she would not be needed tonight. Although good news, because Meagan did not want to drive drunk people around tonight, hypothetical or no, she now has nothing to do. So now, it's play time.

Meagan's roommate bought a long, bright red wig to wear for a costume party this weekend, as she is planning to attend as Daphne from Scooby Doo. As Meagan is attending the party as a shacker with her loving and adorable boyfriend date, Meagan does not have the opportunity to wear a wig. Meagan's roommate is freaked out by fake hair, so Meagan, who is not freaked out by fake hair, got to run around as a redhead for about an hour. Meagan has neither red nor long hair, so this was quite enjoyable, and she got to burst into people's rooms and scare them. Wigs are fun for Meagan. Wigs are fun for everyone, really.

And to top all of the antics off, Meagan's roommate also put on a deep pore cleansing mask so that she would be clean and clear for said costume party. The Scooby Gang may solve mysteries and roll around in a pimp van, but never was Daphne ever seen to have a single blemish or break out. (Zoinks!) So Meagan got to watch the roommate first apply a layer of shiny green goo and then hop around the room when it started to sting. And then run the the bathroom when the stinging sensation progressed to a burning sensation. But what Meagan most enjoyed was witnessing her roommate peel off the mask, one little piece at a time, like peeling her face off. If her face had been green and shiny, of course.

So the ladies of room 15 are feeling sassy in a red wig and deeply cleansed, respectively. It was a good night for the girls.

Meagan is a happy camper.

2002-11-05T23:03:00.000-06:00

Positive Reinforcement

After a long weekend of building light fixtures for studio, I was much ready to take them in and show my professor what I'd done. I walk in, light in hand, and he stops what he is doing, turns to me, and grins. He then proceeds to gush about the Tuesday/Thursday studio class and how he is continually amazed at what we bring in to him and he wishes he could get the Monday/Wednesday studio to wake up and stop turning in crap.

This almost made me cry.

This is wonderful news to me. I am in continuous rotation between thinking I am going to fail out of school or that I will burst into tears in studio because I suck so bad. And then I get this wonderful compliment. I mean, this is the same man who doesn't make eye contact with students until they get into senior thesis courses.

My stuff isn't crap!!!!

2002-11-05T22:50:00.000-06:00

I have the best boyfriend in the world.

If anyone tries to argue with me I will kick your butt.

Watch out, buster, I have pepper spray.

2002-11-04T16:09:00.000-06:00

November is my favorite month.

Not only is there a break from school, a holiday that revolves around a meal, and great sales the world over, but this November, I will be seeing my hunka hunka burning love every single weekend.

Now, for those familiar with the concept of a long-distance relationship, you will understand how awesome of a concept this is. And as for Mike and I, we haven't seen this much of each other since the summer we started dating. I'm not quite sure what I'm going to do with myself.

As for this weekend, it's my house's fall party, a two night extravaganzaa with another house on campus that everyone who is anyone is going to be at. The first evening is Come as You Aren't...so Mikey and Meagan are going as shackers. It's going to be great.

Shack attack!

2002-10-30T15:46:00.000-06:00

Yeah for getting flowers from the skit and dance directors (even though we didn't go to finals.)

The house also has gotten flowers from a couple different frats on campus wishing us good luck and such. They happen to be frats we are considering pairing up with for Greek Week. Coincidence? I don't think so. The Pikes win anyway, they sent roses.

I love flowers...but what girl doesn't?

2002-10-28T14:27:00.000-06:00

WARNING: CONTENTS ARE EXTREMELY SHALLOW AND GIRLY...MAY INDUCE HEADACHES AND/OR GAGGING. READ WITH CAUTION.

I think my favorite thing is having both classes cancelled in one day and an emal in hand that reads, "You have so much going on right now financially, why don't I pay for some new jeans for you? Love Mom." Ahhhh music to my ears..."Put it on the Visa." Is that angels singing or is it me?

So we head to the mall (which is always a happy time, anyway) and find aforementioned jeans ON SALE in a size that is tolerable (and a style that makes our butt look kinda cute rather than like the double bubble of trouble it has been resembling lately.) Then we meander into Payless Shoes, aka Heaven, and find cute cute cute knee-high boots on sale AND we acquire an adorable purse half-off with our purchase.

Let's recap: Mall trip on Mom, on-sale jeans, cute shoes, and cheap purse...Life is beautiful, you know.

Shopping therepy does wonders, and I am so easy to please. I swear, give me Mom's credit card, an eyelash curler, and 3" heels and I am a happy girl. And oooh, is that a sale at Vicky's?

Now if only I could get a Sarah B. Original...

2002-10-26T21:35:00.000-05:00

Little Things

Happiness is watching movies from a warm bed, having clean laundry and a clean room for the first time in three weeks, winning a football game against your school's arch rival, warm showers after a cold day, a balanced checkbook, and best of all, happiness is knowing that you will see your boyfriend every weekend in November.

Love you, Mikey.

(Sappy, I know...but I like it like that.)

2002-10-25T23:46:00.000-05:00

Homecoming

Back in 1911 Mizzou was playing arch rival Kansas in the annual football game when the chancellor of the universtiy called the alumni back to support the Tigers, thus starting the tradition of Homecoming at Mizzou, as well as all across the country. This leaves us with just one question:

Do you know whow hard it is to get pomp glue out of your hair?

I sure do. We were fighting to get our house decorations done for the start of all of the Mizzou Homecoming festivities and we kind of got a little fiesty at the AgRho house last night. What started out as talking smack at the pomp board between sisters turned into an all out guys against girls pomp war that lasted for a good twenty minutes before work could resume. It got ugly, but we felt better after it was over. Somebody even pomped the AgRho's house dog.

I feel bad for whoever had to clean it up, though.

Picture this, fifty cranky sorority girls and forty tensed-out frat boys who have been working nonstop since Friday night to get this shit done, and can't stand each other anymore, and could really care less if the points of the pomps are lining up properly have now figured out how to fling the bastard pomp across the room at an unknowing target. This was trouble waiting to happen.

All the long hours and glue in my hair was well worth it though. Our house decs looked awesome and I cannot wait to watch my Tigers stomp the shit out of the kU Jayhawks. This reminds me...

What did the kU grad say to the Mizzzou grad?
Do you want fries with that?

Ha! I'm never going to get tired of that one.