tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-39066632011-04-21T19:35:14.338-05:00StumblebeeIt's just me.stumblebeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00286868591663858052noreply@blogger.comBlogger2201100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3906663.post-1070943089141786602003-12-08T22:11:00.000-06:002003-12-08T22:12:31.343-06:00Well, I think blogger and I are calling it quits for a second time. I just can't get into it. Besides, I'm not good at finding cool little tidbits on the web to share with anyone.
Not to worry, though. I'll still be recording my daily adventures in my diary, which is where I'll be moving my blogroll, so I can still keep up with you guys. So change your links, if you care. If you don't, I stumblebeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00286868591663858052noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3906663.post-1070908920066037702003-12-08T12:42:00.000-06:002003-12-08T12:43:01.326-06:00I heart carbs.stumblebeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00286868591663858052noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3906663.post-1070658846332896672003-12-05T15:14:00.000-06:002003-12-05T15:15:04.233-06:00Apparently I haven't matured past the age of five, because this? Had me laughing harder than I have in years.stumblebeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00286868591663858052noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3906663.post-1070474594804431432003-12-03T12:03:00.000-06:002003-12-03T12:04:10.030-06:00Swiped from Pischina:
First kiss: Adam M. He slobbered all over my face. *shudder* We were attached by a spit string. Ick.
First real kiss: J. Is it sad that I've only kissed two people?
First job: I worked at Kroger (grocery store) as a cashier. I cried many tears at those registers. Seriously, though--[brief rant] just because a sixteen year-old kid is checking out your groceries for stumblebeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00286868591663858052noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3906663.post-1070342154293241812003-12-01T23:15:00.000-06:002003-12-01T23:16:47.326-06:00I'm back! And I return bearing tales of the She-Beaststumblebeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00286868591663858052noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3906663.post-1069454064702684192003-11-21T16:34:00.000-06:002003-11-21T16:35:03.013-06:00Holy crap on a stick! It's 75 degrees outside and the folks at housing have the damn heat on! I'm sweating buckets, here!
I'm not complaining about the weather. It feels amazing outside right now. But dammit, I have to strip down the moment I get inside my room, for fear of heat stroke!
It's either reallyreallyreally hot in here or reallyreallyreally cold in here. Ever heard of stumblebeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00286868591663858052noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3906663.post-1069271663923563702003-11-19T13:54:00.000-06:002003-11-19T13:54:59.856-06:00Ack! Two of my best friends are getting married!
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To each other!stumblebeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00286868591663858052noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3906663.post-1069161196138113262003-11-18T07:13:00.000-06:002003-11-18T07:13:50.170-06:00Ugh. Just returning from an hour spent huddled in the first floor hallway after being woken up at six a.m. by tornado sirens. Woo! Great way to start the day.
Not to mention the fact that one of my residents, drama queen extraordinaire, thought the best way to aid in the situation was to wander up and down the hallway, telling everyone "Oh my God, I'm going to die! I'm going to die, oh my stumblebeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00286868591663858052noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3906663.post-1068649942841396912003-11-12T09:12:00.000-06:002003-11-12T09:12:49.186-06:00Ow. I just walked straight into a wall. Then, because I'm so cool, I glanced around frantically to see if anyone witnessed my lack of depth perception. I hit it hard, too. Good thing my elbow took the brunt of it, because if I had gone face first, my nose would probably be broken. stumblebeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00286868591663858052noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3906663.post-1068429289475382512003-11-09T19:54:00.000-06:002003-11-09T19:55:11.890-06:00Just re-read my last post and I can't believe I spelled "fear" as "feer." I'm not an idiot, I swear. It was too early in the morning for me to have attempted a post!stumblebeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00286868591663858052noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3906663.post-1068385918640415702003-11-09T07:51:00.001-06:002003-11-09T07:52:20.466-06:00Okay, I asked for it, and I got it. Thirty-frickin-nine degrees out here. Brr! They keep the windows open in our shower area, and I thought I was going to die. Nothing worse than a cold shower. I couldn't even shave for feer of losing a layer of goosebumped skin! I'm sorry I bitched about you, summer! Come back!stumblebeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00286868591663858052noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3906663.post-1068147264060904232003-11-06T13:34:00.000-06:002003-11-09T07:52:15.233-06:00Weblogs won't let me ping, and it's pissing me off! stumblebeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00286868591663858052noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3906663.post-1068146831988968852003-11-06T13:27:00.000-06:002003-11-06T13:27:30.653-06:00[shameless plugging]
Where would you be in life without a Ferris Bueller t-shirt? Nowhere, that's where.
Everyone should go check out Beezo's shirt co. because he's such an awesome guy. And he has a Darth Vader helmet that I'm a teensy bit jealous of. What are you waiting for? Off, shoo!
[/shameless pluggingstumblebeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00286868591663858052noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3906663.post-1067898240991019142003-11-03T16:24:00.000-06:002003-11-03T16:24:15.810-06:00Why, why, why is it 85 degrees on the third day of November!? This is just wrong. And sweaty. stumblebeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00286868591663858052noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3906663.post-1067559835095759072003-10-30T18:23:00.000-06:002003-10-30T18:24:04.780-06:00I know many of you may not really care about an article from our dinky little newspaper, but the one I wrote about yesterday really touched me and since I read it, I have not stopped thinking about that poor woman. So you can imagine how I reacted when I read the following article in today's paper:
"The morning show on R* Radio is no more after comments aired on Tuesday's broadcast regarding a stumblebeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00286868591663858052noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3906663.post-1067489826966494872003-10-29T22:57:00.000-06:002003-10-29T22:57:11.466-06:00Ethel K.stumblebeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00286868591663858052noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3906663.post-1067364831177644992003-10-28T12:13:00.000-06:002003-10-28T12:13:58.013-06:00My dad sent me a card with this little guy on the front. Awwww. stumblebeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00286868591663858052noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3906663.post-1067315653666840312003-10-27T22:34:00.000-06:002003-10-27T22:34:19.513-06:00Gross! I was finishing up my rounds tonight, and when I opened the door to the male wing, I was greeted by a furry little rodent on the other side. I let out an embarrassingly girly scream and froze in my tracks while the confused little mouse scurried about, frantically looking for a place to hide. I motioned over one of my co-workers, who was manning the front desk at the time. He proved tostumblebeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00286868591663858052noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3906663.post-1067127457062351692003-10-25T19:17:00.000-05:002003-10-25T19:17:40.343-05:00Grr. My crappy campus email has been down for the past two days. So annoying! stumblebeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00286868591663858052noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3906663.post-1066934067947858622003-10-23T13:34:00.000-05:002003-10-23T13:34:27.616-05:00Karmastumblebeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00286868591663858052noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3906663.post-1066909572307776942003-10-23T06:46:00.000-05:002003-10-23T06:46:11.810-05:00Why is it every time I say this is my last Coke, it always says "Free 20 oz." under the cap? I never win when I actually need it!stumblebeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00286868591663858052noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3906663.post-1066878758853985142003-10-22T22:12:00.000-05:002003-10-22T22:12:38.936-05:00I came back from dinner tonight and someone had written a note on my door (anonymous, of course,) :
"We should have another movie night!"
Har-dee-fucking-har. Smartasses. Thanks, guys. All I needed was a little more salt in the wound.
I hate this fucking job.stumblebeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00286868591663858052noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3906663.post-1066843094668964162003-10-22T12:18:00.000-05:002003-10-22T12:18:14.613-05:00Holeeeeeey crap. I just checked my midterm grades and (lord help me!) I've got two Ds. My folks are going to flip out. stumblebeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00286868591663858052noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3906663.post-1066825885713813282003-10-22T07:31:00.000-05:002003-10-22T07:31:25.420-05:00Unhappystumblebeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00286868591663858052noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3906663.post-1066800430708614822003-10-22T00:27:00.000-05:002003-10-22T00:27:10.503-05:00Grr. I hate it when people leave anonymous notes on my door.
example:
"Can you get people to take their dirty dishes out of the kitchen?"
-concerned resident
"The girls in room 242 are really loud. Please do something about it."
-2nd floor
First of all, I know the entire second floor didn't come and leave that note. Second, what do you think I'm going to do, bite your head off for stumblebeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00286868591663858052noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3906663.post-1066793893406680542003-10-21T22:38:00.000-05:002003-10-21T22:38:13.040-05:00I decided I needed some exercise that I could do from the comfort of my room. So I bought a jump rope. Hm. I'm thinking that may not have been the best way to go, considering I'm a clumsy ass.
stumblebeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00286868591663858052noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3906663.post-1066489306324045482003-10-18T10:01:00.000-05:002003-10-18T10:01:46.496-05:00Ditching Responsibility for Oncestumblebeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00286868591663858052noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3906663.post-1066283455087074412003-10-16T00:50:00.000-05:002003-10-16T00:50:54.570-05:00Staten Island Ferry Crash Leaves 10 Dead
Oh, geez, those discriptions make me cringe just thinking about it! What a freak accident. Limbs being torn off? *shudder*
I'm kind of surprised how graphic the article was:
" 'There was a lady without legs, right in the middle of the boat,' said ferry passenger Frank Corchado, 29. 'She was screaming. You ever see anything like that?' "
"The ferry stumblebeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00286868591663858052noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3906663.post-1066282800818478912003-10-16T00:40:00.000-05:002003-10-16T00:40:00.450-05:00Wow. I need to go to bed so I'll wake up for my 8 a.m. class, but I am wide awake.
I had so much leftover pizza and Cokes, and I practically gorged myself in an attempt to feel better. It didn't work. Have I mentioned that's what I do when I'm down? I eat. It's a very bad habit I picked up when my parents divorced.
Anyway, I drank a lot of Coke, and since I'm not used to having stumblebeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00286868591663858052noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3906663.post-1066272374116896092003-10-15T21:46:00.000-05:002003-10-15T21:46:13.703-05:00Loserstumblebeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00286868591663858052noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3906663.post-1065972322394679312003-10-12T10:25:00.000-05:002003-10-12T10:25:22.220-05:00Feeling very anxious for some reason. Someone tell my stomach to settle down.stumblebeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00286868591663858052noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3906663.post-1065897408735432862003-10-11T13:36:00.000-05:002003-10-11T13:36:48.530-05:00The thing I hate most about having a cold is nothing tastes good. Not even peanut butter. Bleh.stumblebeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00286868591663858052noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3906663.post-1065818865379814722003-10-10T15:47:00.000-05:002003-10-10T15:47:44.906-05:00I am supposed to go to my friend's birthday party tonight, and I am so not in the mood. But I will suck it up for her. I only hope the pizza doesn't make me queasy.
Then I am stuck on duty all weekend, and that's never fun, even when you aren't sick. I plan on stocking up on tomato soup and dvds. I want to rent Bend it Like Beckham and some other movie that I've really been wanting to see stumblebeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00286868591663858052noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3906663.post-1065818529710527262003-10-10T15:42:00.000-05:002003-10-10T15:42:09.300-05:00Ugh. I am sick. At least my immune system held out longer than last year. My mom emailed me a few days ago (back when I was healthy,) complaining about the terrible cold she had managed to catch. When I woke up this morning with a sore throat and a drippy nose, I knew who to blame. -----Original Message-----From: Snotty BeeSent: Friday, October 10, 2003 8:44 AMTo: Momma BeeSubject: Send stumblebeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00286868591663858052noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3906663.post-1065551391077596252003-10-07T13:29:00.000-05:002003-10-07T13:29:50.810-05:00Like, Ew!stumblebeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00286868591663858052noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3906663.post-1065479610680499022003-10-06T17:33:00.000-05:002003-10-06T17:33:30.403-05:00I cheated and drank a Coke today. Did I mention I'm giving up caffeine? Yeah, you heard me right. Me, the girl who used to go through a twelve-pack of Coke in less than a week. I haven't had more than two Cokes per week in the last month. That's a drastic cut back. Let's see, pre-caffeine semi-fast: 12 x 4 = 48 Cokes a month. Post-caffeine semi-fast: 2 x 4 = 8 Cokes a month. That's a stumblebeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00286868591663858052noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3906663.post-1065479008734301412003-10-06T17:23:00.000-05:002003-10-06T17:23:28.580-05:00Seriously, someone needs to take my Peter Pan away and never let me stray near the peanut butter aisle again. Spoonful after spoonful. I can't stop! It's disgusting. Okay, I'm putting it away. Maybe I'll forget about it. Probably not, though. Yummm. So smooth, so creamy. So not a complete meal. Stop me, already!stumblebeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00286868591663858052noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3906663.post-1065476495980728182003-10-06T16:41:00.000-05:002003-10-06T16:41:35.583-05:00Hm. For some reason I just accepted a dinner invitation with my best friend's ex-boyfriend and his current girlfriend, all of whom I was friends with in high school. Best friend broke up with ex-boyfriend two years ago, and hoo-boy, it was nasty. Ex-boyfriend turned into a psycho and stalked best friend through any available means (meaning me,) and thoroughly creeped me out to the point where stumblebeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00286868591663858052noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3906663.post-1065474705163585132003-10-06T16:11:00.000-05:002003-10-06T16:11:45.170-05:00So confused. Don't know if I can do it.stumblebeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00286868591663858052noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3906663.post-1065369860738338242003-10-05T11:04:00.000-05:002003-10-05T11:04:20.866-05:00I bought the jacket, even though I really didn't need to spend the money. Retail therapy, I suppose.
Luckily, I didn't have to pay the full $165. I bought the exact same jacket (size kid's XL) for $75. Kid sizes rock!stumblebeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00286868591663858052noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3906663.post-1065324915450383332003-10-04T22:35:00.000-05:002003-10-04T22:35:15.106-05:00My heart is broken.stumblebeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00286868591663858052noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3906663.post-1065239737028206742003-10-03T22:55:00.000-05:002003-10-03T22:55:36.396-05:00I want one of these! It looks so warm and toasty, and I am so cold! Brr. stumblebeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00286868591663858052noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3906663.post-1065229673230961252003-10-03T20:07:00.000-05:002003-10-03T20:07:53.323-05:00Friday! Yay. Unfortunately for me, it looks like a long weekend of studying, homework, and cleaning. Woo hoo. At least I don't have to drag my butt to class.stumblebeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00286868591663858052noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3906663.post-1065030782176658162003-10-01T12:53:00.000-05:002003-10-01T12:53:02.363-05:00Bear with me. Still tweaking the new design.stumblebeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00286868591663858052noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3906663.post-1065030096030938422003-10-01T12:41:00.000-05:002003-10-01T12:41:35.746-05:00Hi. Long time no see. I'm toying with the idea of coming back to bloggerland. We shall see.stumblebeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00286868591663858052noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3906663.post-1059324595876986812003-07-27T11:49:00.000-05:002003-07-27T11:49:55.680-05:00bored.stumblebeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00286868591663858052noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3906663.post-921699052003-04-07T15:04:00.000-05:002003-04-07T15:04:59.733-05:00Sigh. I never really have anything to talk about in here that I don't say in my diary. I might leave it up just so I can keep up with the blogs on my blogroll, but I wouldn't expect anymore posts here.stumblebeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00286868591663858052noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3906663.post-919316552003-04-03T13:34:00.000-06:002003-04-03T13:34:20.060-06:00I need a haircut. Damn you, split ends! My hair finally got long enough to look normal in a ponytail again, and I've got to go chop off some more! stumblebeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00286868591663858052noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3906663.post-919315172003-04-03T13:31:00.000-06:002003-04-03T13:31:52.450-06:00Oh my gosh, I hate pushy parents! Seriously, people, if your son is nineteen years old, he is old enough to speak for himself.
You would be surprised by the amount of parent complaints we have to deal with. I got a call from one mother who lived three states away, complaining about the noise on her son's floor. Her son (who, apparently couldn't walk down the hall to let his R.A. know,) stumblebeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00286868591663858052noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3906663.post-918048052003-04-01T18:15:00.000-06:002003-04-01T18:15:09.390-06:00I tried to post a funny, ha, ha, April Fool's joke this morning, but Blogger refused to post it--so I deleted it. Because how funny could it be now? Everyone already knows its April Fool's by now. Stupid Blogger. Maybe that was their April Fool's joke on me.
Fine, maybe I'll just take my things and leave!stumblebeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00286868591663858052noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3906663.post-917698062003-04-01T06:44:00.000-06:002003-04-01T06:44:30.200-06:00My chest feels like it's caving in. Actually, it's more like my stomach has gravitated upward, and hunger pains are rattling my rib cage and pummeling my lungs. Either way, it's quite uncomfortable and I'd like it to stop.stumblebeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00286868591663858052noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3906663.post-915435662003-03-28T07:16:00.000-06:002003-03-28T07:16:26.326-06:00I hate it when people say "Man, you look tired," because that's just a nice way of saying that I look like crap.stumblebeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00286868591663858052noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3906663.post-915257832003-03-27T22:45:00.000-06:002003-03-27T22:45:02.890-06:00It's days like these I really hate my job. I'm so sick of babysitting fucking nineteen-year-olds. stumblebeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00286868591663858052noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3906663.post-914092272003-03-26T07:24:00.000-06:002003-03-26T07:24:50.496-06:00The cause of much stress in my life as of late: A difficult entrystumblebeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00286868591663858052noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3906663.post-913444632003-03-25T07:55:00.000-06:002003-03-25T07:55:06.623-06:00um. I don't really have anything to say, I just wanted to see if I would get pinged like everyone else has lately (without having to do it myself).stumblebeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00286868591663858052noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3906663.post-912234192003-03-23T08:08:00.000-06:002003-03-23T08:08:56.106-06:00I have to design a t-shirt for worldfest, but I don't want to do the same old globe and flags blah blah blah design. Any ideas?stumblebeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00286868591663858052noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3906663.post-912078922003-03-22T21:40:00.000-06:002003-03-22T21:40:29.450-06:00I cannot stop sniffing myself. Damn, I smell good!
Today, out of boredom, I sorted through various lotions and shower gels that I have collected over the years. Amongst the Bath and Body Works and Victoria's Secret products, I discovered a little kit (a stocking stuffer) that had been tossed in a drawer and forgotten. I think I had probably snubbed it originally due to the fact that it was astumblebeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00286868591663858052noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3906663.post-911576982003-03-21T20:00:00.000-06:002003-03-21T20:00:15.610-06:00Gah! Every single time I've tried to post diary entries this week, Diaryland has been down. I know Andrews been changing servers and all, but it is so frustrating!stumblebeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00286868591663858052noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3906663.post-910509622003-03-20T04:29:00.000-06:002003-03-20T04:29:21.030-06:00To the genius who decided to play with the fire extinguisher (and by doing so set off the fire alarm,) at 4 FREAKING THIRTY AM, cutting out an entire hour of my precious paper-writing time: I hate you.stumblebeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00286868591663858052noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3906663.post-910298272003-03-19T20:30:00.000-06:002003-03-19T20:30:05.560-06:00So...tomorrow I have to turn in a ten-page report on my group project for my business communications class. My partner, who promised me he would email me the data three weeks ago (I gathered the data, he entered it into Excel, & was supposed to return it) finally decided to mail it to me yesterday two days before the report is due! Grr. And he had the nerve to get an attitude with me over it!stumblebeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00286868591663858052noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3906663.post-909863062003-03-19T06:11:00.000-06:002003-03-19T06:11:37.920-06:00Grr...that damn woodpecker woke me up this morning! At 5 am!stumblebeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00286868591663858052noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3906663.post-909845222003-03-19T05:09:00.000-06:002003-03-19T05:09:06.653-06:00fun!stumblebeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00286868591663858052noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3906663.post-909195382003-03-18T06:53:00.000-06:002003-03-18T06:53:36.890-06:00I want these sandals, except the ones I want are suede, and not that patent leather stuff. I tried on a pair on vacation, but I couldn't bring myself to pay $70 bucks for them. stumblebeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00286868591663858052noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3906663.post-908715282003-03-17T13:42:00.000-06:002003-03-17T13:42:48.610-06:00I hate it when teachers ask a question that no one knows the answer to, and then sit and wait for an answer. Dead silence until someone looks it up or has an epiphany. Or, even worse, when they give us "hints." For example, Stupid Accounting Teacher: ...and these accounts are called what?silenceStupid Accounting Teacher: Oh, come on, now. Surely you know this.more silence. wait, somebody stumblebeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00286868591663858052noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3906663.post-908410052003-03-17T00:23:00.000-06:002003-03-17T00:23:08.030-06:00And of course, when I mention the double banner, it promptly disappears, causing my few dear readers to shake their heads and mutter, "Poor girl, either she's seeing double or she really is delusional."
stumblebeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00286868591663858052noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3906663.post-908409132003-03-17T00:20:00.000-06:002003-03-17T00:20:39.670-06:00I'm back! I'm very tired and crawling into my bed, but I am back. Not too sure why blogger has decided to take advantage of my absence and sneak an extra banner in there. Ah, no matter. In this delusional state I would render my poor template beyond repair if I were to attempt removal of said banner. I'll be back with real entries tomorrow. Goodnight.stumblebeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00286868591663858052noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3906663.post-902527572003-03-06T13:09:00.000-06:002003-03-06T13:09:38.840-06:00Oh, no, it's Girl Scout Cookie time again. Must. resist. caramel. deLites.stumblebeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00286868591663858052noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3906663.post-902128392003-03-05T20:47:00.000-06:002003-03-05T20:47:50.746-06:00I need to go buy some books to keep me entertained on the road. The only times I'm ever able to keep up with the recent book trends is in the summer time, so I have no idea of what's new, as far as books go. Any good suggestions? stumblebeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00286868591663858052noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3906663.post-902067782003-03-05T18:53:00.000-06:002003-03-05T18:53:06.700-06:00Well, it looks like my images have finally decided to cooperate. Don't blink, you might miss it.stumblebeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00286868591663858052noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3906663.post-902067312003-03-05T18:52:00.000-06:002003-03-05T18:52:03.310-06:00And yeah. I don't know why the hell my images aren''t showing up, because I moved them and changed my code. Blogger sucks in the updating-code-area. stumblebeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00286868591663858052noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3906663.post-901709342003-03-05T05:55:00.000-06:002003-03-05T05:55:14.983-06:00Today I get my letter about whether I get to keep my job or not, and if I do, whether they will move me or not. I'm hoping that Anna and I will be on the same staff. (fingers crossed!) Also two midterms today. Grr.stumblebeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00286868591663858052noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3906663.post-901610792003-03-05T00:10:00.000-06:002003-03-05T00:10:39.903-06:00Longest. Day. Ever.
Okay, not really. But pretty freaking long. Bah.stumblebeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00286868591663858052noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3906663.post-901283542003-03-04T13:53:00.000-06:002003-03-04T13:53:30.246-06:00::sigh:: diaryland wont let me use my gold membership to host my blog's images anymore! Anybody know of a decent free hosting place? Do they still exist?stumblebeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00286868591663858052noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3906663.post-900652582003-03-03T13:46:00.000-06:002003-03-03T13:46:26.030-06:00Welcome to Hellstumblebeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00286868591663858052noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3906663.post-900477962003-03-03T07:19:00.000-06:002003-03-03T07:19:07.543-06:00Ugh. Midterms week. If you never hear from me again, its because I exploded from the stress. stumblebeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00286868591663858052noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3906663.post-899624392003-03-01T12:47:00.000-06:002003-03-01T12:47:14.280-06:00Well, I guess J. figured out that I was mad about the whole bar/not taking me out thing, because he picked me up and took me out to dinner. So that was nice.He told me he wants me to go to the bar with him to watch the boxing match, but eh. I dunno. I hate boxing and I look like I'm about fourteen, so I wouldn't be getting any drinks, either. Bah. But I guess it's better than sitting in my stumblebeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00286868591663858052noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3906663.post-899183502003-02-28T14:09:00.000-06:002003-02-28T14:09:10.733-06:00I am mad at J. It is stupid PMS-y girlfriend anger, but still. We haven't been on a date since October, (except for the few times I bought dinner and a movie,) and I've been hinting at the idea of going on a date this weekend. It's always the same answer, "Let me see my paycheck first." Fine, I don't have a problem with that.Unless you announce to me that you are going to a bar (that charges stumblebeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00286868591663858052noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3906663.post-898692302003-02-27T18:15:00.000-06:002003-02-27T18:15:20.623-06:00Has anyone ever tried this Mystic Tan stuff before? stumblebeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00286868591663858052noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3906663.post-898143682003-02-26T21:27:00.000-06:002003-02-26T21:27:08.890-06:00Oops. I guess the next time I walk into a bathroom and say, "Good lord, it stinks in here," I should check and make sure that the stink isn't coming from a still-occupied stall.
How embarrassing. stumblebeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00286868591663858052noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3906663.post-896903732003-02-24T22:22:00.000-06:002003-02-24T22:22:15.840-06:00dis·grun·tle·ment
Main Entry: dis·grun·tle
Pronunciation: dis-'gr&n-t&l
Function: transitive verb
Inflected Form(s): dis·grun·tled; dis·grun·tling /-'gr&nt-li[ng], -'gr&n-t&l-i[ng]/
Etymology: dis- + gruntle (to grumble), from Middle English gruntlen, frequentative of grunten to grunt
Date: 1682
: to make ill-humored or discontented -- usually used as a participial adjective
- dis·grun·tle·stumblebeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00286868591663858052noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3906663.post-896901812003-02-24T22:18:00.000-06:002003-02-24T22:18:58.936-06:00Okay, seriously? I want to physically knock some sense into the girls on my hall.
Like, with a baseball bat.stumblebeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00286868591663858052noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3906663.post-895163132003-02-21T14:50:00.000-06:002003-02-21T14:50:58.403-06:00I'm leaving to go home now. Hopefully I will return bearing groceries and whatnot. Also, while in The Big City, I will be in search of a bikini, because Spring Break and Florida are just around the corner (2 weeks!) I hope I don't have a mental breakdown, seeing as how my ass has grown quite a bit in the past few months, but the other half of the bikini-area has not grown at all. I'm so stumblebeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00286868591663858052noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3906663.post-894639642003-02-20T18:15:00.000-06:002003-02-20T18:15:45.823-06:00DVDs and Datesstumblebeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00286868591663858052noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3906663.post-894639132003-02-20T18:14:00.000-06:002003-02-20T18:14:23.210-06:00These little bastards are the most addicting snack ever.stumblebeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00286868591663858052noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3906663.post-893694712003-02-19T08:07:00.000-06:002003-02-19T08:07:56.700-06:00Owww, OW! My big toe is asleep and hurts!
Also, remind me never to take 8 am classes again, because no matter how important the class is, I will sleep through it. Damnit!stumblebeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00286868591663858052noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3906663.post-893034382003-02-18T07:29:00.000-06:002003-02-18T07:29:36.340-06:00Grrr.stumblebeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00286868591663858052noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3906663.post-893024222003-02-18T07:03:00.000-06:002003-02-18T07:03:05.823-06:00Why oh why did I have to wake up? I was sharing a hammock with Brad Pitt! stumblebeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00286868591663858052noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3906663.post-892540252003-02-17T13:06:00.000-06:002003-02-17T13:06:56.336-06:00Grr. I don't know why my comments aren't working anymore, but it frustrates me.stumblebeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00286868591663858052noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3906663.post-891466862003-02-15T10:23:00.000-06:002003-02-15T10:23:14.733-06:00Did I tell you my boy was predictable?
Or maybe he just got tired of me saying "Ooooh!" everytime we passed the cardboard stand at Blockbuster, reminding us to reserve our copy today. Either way, I got My Big Fat Greek Wedding! That makes me happy.
Also, he cooked me my favorite dinner of all time, and it was de-licious. No flowers, but the spaghetti made up for it. stumblebeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00286868591663858052noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3906663.post-890859862003-02-14T05:36:00.000-06:002003-02-14T05:36:17.666-06:00So today is Valentine's Day. Man, from reading my daily journals, I can tell that there are a lot of people who hate this day. Much bitterness. I never minded it, even when I was single. But maybe that's because my mom still gives me presents.
I'm not expecting too much from J. this year. Maybe he'll surprise me, but I doubt it. I'm willing to bet money he either got me a) the sweatshirt stumblebeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00286868591663858052noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3906663.post-890858482003-02-14T05:31:00.000-06:002003-02-14T05:31:26.600-06:00I wish Clay would have made it! He is just so adorable. I hope Kimberly C. doesn't take his wilcard spot. It was unfair to put those three in the same group! Gah. I'm so disappointed that Frenchie isn't there anymore. I was looking forward to her performances. stumblebeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00286868591663858052noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3906663.post-889878462003-02-12T13:37:00.000-06:002003-02-12T13:37:11.870-06:00Hey, what happened to Frenchie Davis? She isn't on the contestants page anymore. Does that mean she's out?
stumblebeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00286868591663858052noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3906663.post-889340732003-02-11T15:55:00.000-06:002003-02-11T15:55:18.326-06:00It snowed Sunday! Fun times. Today, two days later, it is 60°F outside. I got to wear a T-shirt with no jacket! And I still was hot! Exciting! Now I am itching for summer to get here. I want to get a tan and go swimming. Sigh. Only 3 more months to go!stumblebeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00286868591663858052noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3906663.post-889286302003-02-11T14:07:00.000-06:002003-02-11T15:52:43.000-06:00You know what's depressing? When you can't fit into the fat-jeans that you bought over Christmas to replace your old fat-jeans that you grew out of since last summer. My luck has run out, and my metabolism has slowed down. :-(
Crash diet tomorrow.stumblebeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00286868591663858052noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3906663.post-887480382003-02-08T01:40:00.000-06:002003-02-08T01:40:49.036-06:00Boo. I just got all excited because I thought my computer clock said 1:57, (meaning that I visitation was almost over and I could go to bed soon--I'm on duty,) but really, it said 1:37. I'm not wearing my glasses. Yeah, I'm that blind. Barely a foot away, and I can't read the numbers on my screen. Sad.stumblebeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00286868591663858052noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3906663.post-887253392003-02-07T15:27:00.000-06:002003-02-07T15:27:49.613-06:00Look, ma! I cleaned my room today!
beforeafter
Yeah. That'll last about 3 hours.stumblebeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00286868591663858052noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3906663.post-886448972003-02-06T06:55:00.000-06:002003-02-06T06:55:18.096-06:00Whoa. My computer just went crazy and popped up 53 internet explorer windows. Seriously. 53. Do you have any idea how long it took me to close all of those? stumblebeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00286868591663858052noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3906663.post-885061162003-02-03T20:15:00.000-06:002003-02-03T20:15:48.666-06:00Bored, bored, bored. I guess I could do some work...but where's the fun in that??stumblebeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00286868591663858052noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3906663.post-882808972003-01-30T12:56:00.000-06:002003-01-30T12:56:25.540-06:00I had to work the desk from 8am-12 this morning, and J showed up with a huge, heaping plate of Chicken Parmesean (one of my favorites!) What a sweetie--he sure knows the way to my heart (Italian food!)stumblebeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00286868591663858052noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3906663.post-882804752003-01-30T12:47:00.000-06:002003-01-30T12:47:50.436-06:00Me too. Loving Frenchie & the other chick she sang the duo with. Also liking Vanessa (chick w/ the mohawk,) Julia (I felt so sorry for her sitting there waiting for her group!) and I like the rock and roll guy, too (his group was shitty, too.)--see, that's why I hate group work!
Not liking Kimberly (the one who was in Julia's group), or the Justin look-a-like (I think his name was Corey?.)
Ofstumblebeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00286868591663858052noreply@blogger.com