Fresh Baked

Wednesday, June 29, 2005

A Great Face for Sunglasses

Surfin' USA-- Pennywise
I Want it That Way-- Dynamite Boy
High Fives-- Suburban Legends
Don't Phunk With My Heart-- Black Eyed Peas
Switch-- Will Smith
Signs-- Snoop Dogg Feat Charlie Wilson & Justin Timberlake
California-- Hawk Nelson
In Love With the 80's (Pink Tux to the Prom)-- Relient K
I Met A Girl-- Wheat
Wordplay-- Jason Mraz
For├ža-- Nelly Furtado
As Cool As I Am-- Dar Williams
Dancehall Girls-- The Duhks
Differently the Same-- Donavon Frankenreiter
Naked As We Came-- Iron & Wine
Honey and the Moon-- Joseph Arthur
Littlest Birds-- Be Good Tanyas

You and I-- The Duhks

Tuesday, June 28, 2005

Just A Suggestion

Maybe, and I'm just spitballing here, maybe it's not really the best way to go when someone important is telling you about a phone call you're going to receive from a lady named Annette, for you to suggest that her last name be "ToCatchThingsWith."

Thursday, June 23, 2005

15 Minutes in A Tube

I had my MRI yesterday and it was an experience I hope I never have to go through again. It wasn't terrible, or horrible, or even really no good or very bad... I have simply come to the conclusion that I don't like being put in tubes. Also, I was somewhat bitter that I was in a tube and not enjoying a concert in New York with Dem. But really, I kinda capped it off for myself when I couldn't stop thinking about earthquakes and trying to figure out exactly how fucked I'd be if we had one while I was in there. Oh, how I'd be so very, very fucked.

Tuesday, June 21, 2005

Having Your A and Eating it Too

I learned a lot of valuable things this quarter, but I learned none of them, or really anything, in this class...

This was the start of my final exam for one of my classes (a one page paper on what I learned). Is it any wonder why this guy gave me an A?

Thursday, June 16, 2005

The Return of the Leg

The pain in my leg never actually went away. It's kinda shifted to be something a little longer (up from the length of an "ow" to a whole "motherfucker" long) and somewhat more tolerable, but, as this has gone on for the past 8 months, has simply just shifted into something really, really annoying.

I've seen a few doctors (4. 4 doctors, and 1 physical therapist) and nobody seems to have an answer for me. My doctor and I were talking the other day and she laughed and said that I have a funny habit of getting these odd, undiagnosable issues. Oh yeah, hysterical. Like that one time (ha ha ha) when the bones in my foot (hee hee hee) started to separate from one another (nyuck nyuck nyuck) for no apparent reason? It was a laugh riot. And, unfortunately... she's totally right.

But there has been one thing that they all can agree on. You see, this thing happens when you're involved in sports for the better half of your life-- you build muscle. So when the neurologist is doing his smattering of tests that involve you to push your legs against him and he starts to get these little beads of sweat on his forehead? And when the physical therapist has to stop his battery to take a breath? It's apparent that that muscle isn't going to go away. So they say things like, "Heh... you're my work out today!" and "You're as strong as an ox!" And let me tell you-- right here and for free-- nothing makes a girl feel more dainty and feminine as hearing that she's as strong as an ox.

So thats the count for now. Oxen 1, Diagnoses (Diagnosii?) 0. An MRI is next-- I hope I hear that I lay like a brick or something equally attractive.

Tuesday, June 14, 2005

Proud Bird

Omega is the brainchild of college freshman roundtable discussions at the cafeteria. While all the sororities were preparing for recruitment, we would sit and mock them and all the rushing and song singing and glitter, ohmygod, the glitter that abounded! So we formed a fake sorority where all we had to do was show up to dinner and sit at the round tables... apparently because square tables were for chumps. Or sorority girls.

And then, sophomore year, I caved. I joined a real sorority* and I loved it. Loooooved it. I mean, the rush part of it still sucked and I sang all the songs with a Cher imitation to get over it, but really, I secretly loved that, too, because I was with some of my best friends and we were all hating it together. Hate brings people together, I'm telling you. And then we'd call up the non-sorority girls and we'd all go out to the bar.

During our senior year, the real and fake sororities overlapped. Omega came on full force during the real sororities' rush with a recruitment of their own--one by one, they blindfolded us, sat us in a chair, and had someone run at us. Get it? Rush. Haaaaa. Omega is brilliant! We were given pins, t-shirts, taught the super secret handshake, and introduced to the official mascot and flower. They outlined the purpose of Omega to us, and, for the remainder of the year, we covered every aspect of 'real' sorority life-- hazing (a fabulous game called Find the Water), philanthropy (getting the real sorority ready for formals), awards (for winning make-out scavenger hunts), etc. so by the end of the year the only thing left to do was to plan our reunion. Thus was born the plan to have Memorial Day Weekend become the Official Omega Reunion Weekend, which is how I should happen to have been in Mexico for the Great Drink of '05-- the effects of which have still yet to wear off.

And yes, before anyone asks: we did make t-shirts.

*A lot of people are surprised by this fact, I won't be offended if you are too. Also, I joined much, MUCH to the chagrin of others. Eia definitely didn't approve and Dem sent me a "don't be a BSG (bitchy sorority girl)" email. Glad they finally got over that. Or did they? Dun-dun-duuuun!

Friday, June 10, 2005

In the Bottle

Hi guys. Sorry I haven't written in a while, but I've been drunk.

You see, I spent Memorial Day weekend in Mexico with a group of friends when the world was obviously in some kind of tailspin because not only was I able to drive us safely down, I did so with relatively no directional errors. Which is miraculous, to say the least, because I can usually get lost anywhere outside my normal 10-miles-from-my-house radius and this was several more than 10 miles outside and in an entirely different country with a different language that I don't know very well, aka: at all. So, right away I knew there was something wrong.

Also on that weekend, I did not get one single sunburn. Which... just doesn't happen. Ever. Even with spf 50. But due to the whole tailspin thing, poof! no burning! I sat for hours in the sun and remained safe.

But, the reason I knew for absolute serious that there was something different with this trip was that I suffered not one hangover. And we drank a lot. A lot, a lot. And then we had more. Like 40s for breakfast and another for lunch with a few more bottles at dinner. (Because, the way you drink a lot, see, is to drink A LOT.) And for me, this normally causes a huge hangover with the sick and grumpy and overall bad self. But not this time, boy. This time I was awake and ready for more.

It was all very weird.

So since I've been back, I've been challenging the planets by continuing to drink and successfully completing each mission sans hangover. I'll let you know how long I can keep it up-- look out for the post titled My Head Has Officially Exploded, because the day everything gets back into alignment its going to suck like nothing else.