| Chronicles of a Homebody: Part 9 |
[Nov. 5th, 2008|07:11 pm] |
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I just had this conversation with my Mom while she was watching a show on the Science Channel about macaques:
Mom: Remember that show you wanted to go on when you were younger? It was in California?
Me: I literally have no idea what you're talking about.
Mom: That show, with the letters, it was like, TMZ or TNT...
Me: In California?
Mom: Yeah. Sabrina was on it that one time, and there was music, you and your friends all wanted to be on it. And there was like a little box in the corner. Like, they would play Backstreet Boys and then there was the box in the corner and someone would say something like "I love the Backstreet Boys."
Me: You mean TRL?
Mom: Yeah! TRL!
Me: Mom, TRL is in New York, and how was I supposed to remember that Sabrina was on it?
Mom: She was, it was this one episode, where she and her friend, they had these shirts on that were like "Don't eat meat" or something. And the other girl wanted to be a journalist or something and she sent in Sabrina's but she didn't write it so she didn't look smart. Anyway, TRL. TRL, I'll have to remember that.
Today I discovered my love of pruning. Pruning shears are my new BFF.
I'm almost finished with Eclipse. I saved one chapter so I'll have something to read before I go to bed tonight, but pretty much I just decided that I want to read it right now. I also stopped myself from finishing it because I know I'm going to want to read the next one right away, but I cannot afford it and all the library copies are checked out. Again, nothing will compare to Twilight, but whatevs. Now I'm just reading because I want to know what happens. I know I'm going to have withdrawal when I finish this series.
Also, yay for Obama!
This just in from my kitchen:
Dad: Something in this fridge stinks
Mom: I just cleaned it
Dad: Well it stinks.
Mom: I don't think it's the fridge
Dad: Then get a new one!
Mom: What do you mean get a new one?
Dad: Can I have this Arizona Iced Tea?
Mom: Mike! You're not even listening to me!
*2 seconds later*
Mom: Will you open these chips for me?
Dad [in a mocking voice]: "Those are my chips, why are you eating my chips?" Who do I sound like?
Mom: Me. Will you open these chips for me?
Dad: No.
Mom: Fine, I'll have Alicia open them.
Let's hope I get this job tomorrow because this entry proves that I need a life.
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[May. 26th, 2007|07:25 pm] |
| [ | Current Location |
| | home | ] |
| [ | mood |
| |  cheerful | ] |
| [ | music |
| | A LAME sci-fi movie that mom put on | ] |
*Dad and Alicia both on computers*
Mom: What are you guys doing?
Alicia: Checking my e-mail.
Mom: Mike, how about you?
Dad: Checking my e-mail.
Alicia: No he's not! He's looking at guitars!
Dad: No I'm not!
Alicia: Yes you are! That's a guitar website!
Dad: No, I'm NOT, that's an amplifier! |
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[May. 25th, 2007|01:58 pm] |
| [ | Current Location |
| | SOE computer lab | ] |
| [ | mood |
| |  contemplative | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Jeremy Camp | ] |
BOO!
I bet I scared you.
So let's see here, three weeks (or is it four?) into spring semester and I'm pretty much failing economics. It's okay, I still have time to try to bring it up, but it's a little depressing, I won't lie.
I eat noodles twice a day. Almost every day. I really like noodles. And I watch Gilmore Girls re-runs in the afternoon as I make them. Actually, I ususally eat my noodles at 11:30 in the A.M., so I guess that I eat noodles during breakfast time. But technically McDonald's switches over to lunch at 11:00 so I think I'm good.
The other day I was ready to flip a table because I have an A- in rhythm and dance. An A- in RHYTHM AND DANCE. I absolutely refuse to get an A- in rhythm and dance, that would be all kinds of embarassing. I have rhythm! I can dance! And really, am I going to teach rhythm and dance to 6th graders? No, not unless I want to be the crazy teacher. Which could be cool.
But I know that you want to know more about my class so let me tell you about how ridiculous it is. Our rhythm and dance professor teaches the class as if it's a gym class and gives us grades on our lessons with no explanation. For example, the other day I taught a lesson and she gave it a B and put "ask more facilitating questions." Um, okay, so that deserved an entire letter grade down because I didn't ask enough questions about how we were supposed to jump? And she set the class curve so that a 96 and above is an A. Never before have I been so frustrated with a tiny gray-haired lady who wears pants that are too short. I feel like that was an awkward sentence, but that's okay, I'm going to leave it that way.
So I miss EVERYONE. Mira's in Spain, Nidhi's in California, Jacqui's in the Netherlands/galavanting about Europe, Aimee's in Chicago, Lauren's at home. COME BACK!!!!
At least I still have Rod Stewart. |
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[Oct. 19th, 2006|01:52 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| | cheerful | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Me & U | ] |
Last night I got roped into watching Saw and it was incredibly scary. And disturbing. And disgusting. And then my one friend thought it would be funny to call me afterwards and pretend to be the creepy murderer and then hang up. That movie is one of the millions of reasons why I don't watch scary movies.
I love when my hair smells like Starbucks. And I love fall. |
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