If you have spent more than say 5 hours with me, you might know that I am addicted to Red Bull. It's a habit I picked up while in undergrad. Several of my friends at the time were older than me and when we hung out at bars (ie restaurant bars that I could get into) while they drank beer and other fun drinks, I drank Red Bull on the rocks. At times I was so bad that I would drink up to 4 cans in one sitting. Now the company makes it much easier to become an addict with their 12 and 16 oz cans. I knew I had hit rock bottom when, as a graduation present, Loverboy's mother bought a 24-pack of Red Bull.
When I moved here, I had a fresh start. I slowly weened myself off RB by drinking something else caffeinated (ie Diet Coke). Having the word Diet in its name can be a little misleading. Just because it's a diet drink does not mean I should drink more of them, right? Tell my cravings that. I am now just as bad with the Diet Coke than I was with the RB. I never drank dark pop (yes, pop people, I'm from the Midwest, that's what it's called) before moving here, but now...I'm addicted.
I realized how bad I was after expressing my anger over my roomies taking the last of my cans. I am starting to think that it's not the drinks that I'm addicted to (although they are sooo tasty). I think it's the caffeine. If that's the case, I might as well drink coffee like most people. Today I made my first pot and it's actually pretty good*! This may the start of a new relationship. Coffee, I have to warn you, you have some pretty big shoes to fill.
*I apologize if my breath offends you. I have yet to figure out how to get the bad breath taste out of my mouth after a drink.
Friday, January 25, 2008
Wednesday, January 23, 2008
SERENITY NOW!
My life has become pretty routine since I moved here. I wake up, shower, pack a lunch, get dressed then head out to school where I stay until my brain hurts. It's a pretty simple life in which I look forward to the little things.
It's 9:35 am and today's routine has already been tainted. To explain why, I must back up a little bit. As you probably know, my roommate has 2 cats. They are damn near the nastiest cats I have ever encountered and I am pretty sure they are the first of many that she will be spending the rest of her life with (that's a whole different story). They are the opposite of cuddly, they have coarse hair and they stink up the house with their stinky kitty poops. Just a warning, if the house doesn't smell like kitty poops then it probably smells like their nasty canned wet food because their mommy doesn't know how to properly dispose of the cans when she's done with them.
Anyway, during winter break I was away from the nasty cats and the stinky house for close to a month. It was glorious. When I returned home after the break, I went into my room to drop off my things and on my way I walked past MY bathroom and noticed the new addition...A KITTY LITTER BOX! I don't know what happened while I was away that facilitated the need for a second litter box in the house, but I was not the happiest when I saw it. I bit my tongue though. Who doesn't love to walk out of the shower onto bits of stray litter? It's a natural exfoliant, right?
Flash forward to this morning. After finally dragging myself out of bed, I grabbed my robe from the hook and groggily walked into the bathroom to tinkle and shower. As I reached the doorway BAM! the stink hit me in the face! I was awake! I looked down and to my surprise, one of the cats had left me a little fresh present on the bathmat. WHAT IS THE POINT OF HAVING A LITTER BOX IN THE ROOM IF IT IS NOT USED?!?! Although it was the gift that kept on giving, I was not happy.
I dealt with it though and continued to get ready for the rest of my day. After showering and eating breakfast, I started to pack my lunch. When my parents visited in September, they bought me this cute little lunchbox that has slots for ice packs. It's the perfect size to fit a sandwich, chips, a granola bar and my two Diet Cokes for the day. I made my sandwich, put the ice packs in the lunchbox then opened the fridge, reached into my Coke Zero with Cherry fridge pack only to find that it was empty! Not only did one of my roommates drink the last of my Diet Coke, she also felt the need to leave the empty box in the fridge as an extra slap in the face.
As I said, it's the little things in my life that I look forward to. I look forward to taking a shower in a kitty poop free environment. I like knowing that I don't have to pay double for a drink at the Coke machine.
Unfortunately, knowing me, I will not say anything to either of my roommates. I will not tell them how much they frustrate me. Instead, I will go to Kroger tonight and buy a 24-pack of Diet Coke that I will keep in my room and refrigerate as necessary.
It's 9:35 am and today's routine has already been tainted. To explain why, I must back up a little bit. As you probably know, my roommate has 2 cats. They are damn near the nastiest cats I have ever encountered and I am pretty sure they are the first of many that she will be spending the rest of her life with (that's a whole different story). They are the opposite of cuddly, they have coarse hair and they stink up the house with their stinky kitty poops. Just a warning, if the house doesn't smell like kitty poops then it probably smells like their nasty canned wet food because their mommy doesn't know how to properly dispose of the cans when she's done with them.
Anyway, during winter break I was away from the nasty cats and the stinky house for close to a month. It was glorious. When I returned home after the break, I went into my room to drop off my things and on my way I walked past MY bathroom and noticed the new addition...A KITTY LITTER BOX! I don't know what happened while I was away that facilitated the need for a second litter box in the house, but I was not the happiest when I saw it. I bit my tongue though. Who doesn't love to walk out of the shower onto bits of stray litter? It's a natural exfoliant, right?
Flash forward to this morning. After finally dragging myself out of bed, I grabbed my robe from the hook and groggily walked into the bathroom to tinkle and shower. As I reached the doorway BAM! the stink hit me in the face! I was awake! I looked down and to my surprise, one of the cats had left me a little fresh present on the bathmat. WHAT IS THE POINT OF HAVING A LITTER BOX IN THE ROOM IF IT IS NOT USED?!?! Although it was the gift that kept on giving, I was not happy.
I dealt with it though and continued to get ready for the rest of my day. After showering and eating breakfast, I started to pack my lunch. When my parents visited in September, they bought me this cute little lunchbox that has slots for ice packs. It's the perfect size to fit a sandwich, chips, a granola bar and my two Diet Cokes for the day. I made my sandwich, put the ice packs in the lunchbox then opened the fridge, reached into my Coke Zero with Cherry fridge pack only to find that it was empty! Not only did one of my roommates drink the last of my Diet Coke, she also felt the need to leave the empty box in the fridge as an extra slap in the face.
As I said, it's the little things in my life that I look forward to. I look forward to taking a shower in a kitty poop free environment. I like knowing that I don't have to pay double for a drink at the Coke machine.
Unfortunately, knowing me, I will not say anything to either of my roommates. I will not tell them how much they frustrate me. Instead, I will go to Kroger tonight and buy a 24-pack of Diet Coke that I will keep in my room and refrigerate as necessary.
Tuesday, January 22, 2008
Man are my Hands Cold!
This morning while rushing out the door I realized that it was garbage day. With one roomie gone and the other still in bed, I realized that the only way the garbage/mountain of recycling would be collected was if I gathered everything and brought it out to the driveway. So, I loaded my backpack, purse, bag of extra books and lunchbox into my car (yes, I have to carry four bags around everyday. you may call me a bag lady if you must). Then I started my car to let it heat up. That's right folks, contrary to popular belief it gets chilly here. Then I ran back and forth from the house to the bins, from the house to the bins, from the house to the bins until I had all of the recyclables out of the house. Then I made three trips from the side of the house to the end of the driveway until everything was ready to be picked up.
What is the meaning of this you ask? Well, as I said it was chilly this morning and while I was wearing my cute, black and puffy winter jacket, my hands were cold. The entire time I was completing my chores I thought about this fabulous pair of knitted green fingerless gloves that I let slip away during the Christmas grab-bag game. I tried coaxing the winner of the gloves into trading with me after the game, but there was no convincing her.
Oh speaking of Christmas...did I mention that during our family party I found out that my aunt had been sending me the junk mail (that has been filling up my recycling bin) under the pseudonym Georgia Niecy? She just so happened to be the same aunt that knitted those gorgeous fingerless gloves. What a talented sneak.
I have to go get some lunch now. I have to end this early so I can put my winter jacket on. Luckily it has cozy pockets that I can use to warm my hands...because it's chilly.
*Is it apparent yet that I want some fingerless gloves a la Auntie D? Did I mention my birthday is a little over a month away? I know she knows my address. Correction: she knows Georgia Niecy's address.
What is the meaning of this you ask? Well, as I said it was chilly this morning and while I was wearing my cute, black and puffy winter jacket, my hands were cold. The entire time I was completing my chores I thought about this fabulous pair of knitted green fingerless gloves that I let slip away during the Christmas grab-bag game. I tried coaxing the winner of the gloves into trading with me after the game, but there was no convincing her.
Oh speaking of Christmas...did I mention that during our family party I found out that my aunt had been sending me the junk mail (that has been filling up my recycling bin) under the pseudonym Georgia Niecy? She just so happened to be the same aunt that knitted those gorgeous fingerless gloves. What a talented sneak.
I have to go get some lunch now. I have to end this early so I can put my winter jacket on. Luckily it has cozy pockets that I can use to warm my hands...because it's chilly.
*Is it apparent yet that I want some fingerless gloves a la Auntie D? Did I mention my birthday is a little over a month away? I know she knows my address. Correction: she knows Georgia Niecy's address.
Monday, January 21, 2008
Six Minutes and Counting
I just arrived at school. Yes, it's MLK day and yes we do not have classes as school is technically closed for the day, but I am here. Was I here yesterday? Sure was. How about Saturday? Yep. I promised myself I would start working on homework at 10 am today. Just to push the limit, I am not going to start before.
Ok, ok I may have opened a book for a minute or two but then when I realized what I was doing I slammed it shut and threw it across the room. The latter part of that sentence is a complete lie, but that is my sick fantasy. Being the nerd that I am, though, I would never treat my books like that.
During the drive here I could not stop thinking about how wonderful Christmas was this year. Yes, it has almost been a month since the festivities but that just goes to show you how much fun I had. Nine Strapping Stallions, Eleven Chip-N-Dale Calendars, Five Barbie Dolls and Two DOOOOUUUUBBBBBBLLLLLLEEEE DDDDDDDDDDEEEEEEEEEES! I cannot wait to see what happens next year!
It's 10:01 people! I just broke my promise to myself. That can't be a good way to start the day.
Peace.
Ok, ok I may have opened a book for a minute or two but then when I realized what I was doing I slammed it shut and threw it across the room. The latter part of that sentence is a complete lie, but that is my sick fantasy. Being the nerd that I am, though, I would never treat my books like that.
During the drive here I could not stop thinking about how wonderful Christmas was this year. Yes, it has almost been a month since the festivities but that just goes to show you how much fun I had. Nine Strapping Stallions, Eleven Chip-N-Dale Calendars, Five Barbie Dolls and Two DOOOOUUUUBBBBBBLLLLLLEEEE DDDDDDDDDDEEEEEEEEEES! I cannot wait to see what happens next year!
It's 10:01 people! I just broke my promise to myself. That can't be a good way to start the day.
Peace.
Wednesday, November 14, 2007
Pretend You Never Read This
While I made my usual rounds the blog-o-sphere, I was unexpectedly tagged by my lovely cousin at OneMomTwoBabies. In order to be un-tagged, I have to share 8 (?!?!?) of my most embarrassing moments. Here it goes:
1. Everyone has heard the song "It's Your Thing" but only few, namely my sister, have heard my rendition. Until my mid-teen years, whenever I heard the song, I would sing along in my head, no big deal...until one day I was feeling extra frisky and belted out the words along with radio or at least what I thought the words were...imagine my wonderful singing voice, full of passion calling out "PICTURE FRAME, do what you want to do..." Um, if anybody has a time machine please let me borrow it so I can tell my young self that picture frames cannot in fact do what they want to do...anyway, my sister was right there and she has yet to let me live that one down. I am not thankful that the song has been used for so many commercials.
2. Sometime during my middle school years, a large group of my girlfriends and I went to the theater to see "Hope Floats". If you have yet to see it (um, get with it!) it's a gut wrenching tale staring Sandra Bullock and Harry Connick Jr. Somewhere around the saddest, quietest part of the movie, I accidentally tooted. Of course every one's heads turned to me, yet somehow I was able to play the noise off. I think I whispered something along the lines of, "What? Nooooo...um, it was my straw rubbing on the lid. Why are still looking at me? Watch the movie!"
3. The first time I met Loverboy's family the two of us stayed at his parents house for the weekend. We had been together for only around a month so I did not know ahead of time how close he is with his sisters. Yada, yada, yada I had a few drinks yada, yada, yada I end up in his bedroom crying on the bed while mumbling something about his sister hating me. Needless to say, he told her about my actions so she brought it up and rubbed it in for the rest of the weekend.
4. I peed in my (light pink stretch) pants once in the 4th grade.
5. During my last visit with Loverboy, he somehow caught sight of armpits and it just so happened that I had a couple of the LONGEST armpit hairs I have ever seen on a woman located at the highest point of my pit. Everything else was smooth...somehow I just missed those few hairs [for a few months].
6. I still sleep with my baby pillow. I believe my mom washed it once about 12 years ago.
7. Yesterday I wore a pair of underwear that is at least 6 years old.
8. Speaking of panties...in middle school I received a chain letter, I believe from the same cousin that tagged me, that asked that the recipient send a pair of panties to the person on the top of the mailing list (or something along those lines). Anyway, I mailed out a pair and then instead of mailing out the chain letter, I handed it out to a few of my girlfriends at school. It turned out that one of the girls lost hers in the hallway and it was eventually found by the vice principal. Both my name and my friend's were on the letter so we were called into the office by the vice principal. He ended up giving us this long lecture about the inappropriateness of the letter on school grounds...yada, yada, yada...but all I can remember was getting so embarrassed every time he said panties. Panties, panties, panties! That's the whole conversation in a nutshell. Ahhh I was mortified! But now, I think it was quite humorous.
The end. Bee, if you read this, then tag, you're it!
1. Everyone has heard the song "It's Your Thing" but only few, namely my sister, have heard my rendition. Until my mid-teen years, whenever I heard the song, I would sing along in my head, no big deal...until one day I was feeling extra frisky and belted out the words along with radio or at least what I thought the words were...imagine my wonderful singing voice, full of passion calling out "PICTURE FRAME, do what you want to do..." Um, if anybody has a time machine please let me borrow it so I can tell my young self that picture frames cannot in fact do what they want to do...anyway, my sister was right there and she has yet to let me live that one down. I am not thankful that the song has been used for so many commercials.
2. Sometime during my middle school years, a large group of my girlfriends and I went to the theater to see "Hope Floats". If you have yet to see it (um, get with it!) it's a gut wrenching tale staring Sandra Bullock and Harry Connick Jr. Somewhere around the saddest, quietest part of the movie, I accidentally tooted. Of course every one's heads turned to me, yet somehow I was able to play the noise off. I think I whispered something along the lines of, "What? Nooooo...um, it was my straw rubbing on the lid. Why are still looking at me? Watch the movie!"
3. The first time I met Loverboy's family the two of us stayed at his parents house for the weekend. We had been together for only around a month so I did not know ahead of time how close he is with his sisters. Yada, yada, yada I had a few drinks yada, yada, yada I end up in his bedroom crying on the bed while mumbling something about his sister hating me. Needless to say, he told her about my actions so she brought it up and rubbed it in for the rest of the weekend.
4. I peed in my (light pink stretch) pants once in the 4th grade.
5. During my last visit with Loverboy, he somehow caught sight of armpits and it just so happened that I had a couple of the LONGEST armpit hairs I have ever seen on a woman located at the highest point of my pit. Everything else was smooth...somehow I just missed those few hairs [for a few months].
6. I still sleep with my baby pillow. I believe my mom washed it once about 12 years ago.
7. Yesterday I wore a pair of underwear that is at least 6 years old.
8. Speaking of panties...in middle school I received a chain letter, I believe from the same cousin that tagged me, that asked that the recipient send a pair of panties to the person on the top of the mailing list (or something along those lines). Anyway, I mailed out a pair and then instead of mailing out the chain letter, I handed it out to a few of my girlfriends at school. It turned out that one of the girls lost hers in the hallway and it was eventually found by the vice principal. Both my name and my friend's were on the letter so we were called into the office by the vice principal. He ended up giving us this long lecture about the inappropriateness of the letter on school grounds...yada, yada, yada...but all I can remember was getting so embarrassed every time he said panties. Panties, panties, panties! That's the whole conversation in a nutshell. Ahhh I was mortified! But now, I think it was quite humorous.
The end. Bee, if you read this, then tag, you're it!
Tuesday, November 13, 2007
Update: I'm Still in a Relationship...Tell the Creeps to Leave me Alone
Ok ok, so I didn't blog about my trip to Loverboy's, but guess what....I'm already going back on Monday so maybe by then I'll learn how to keep a promise and spill my guts about everything we did. The following are some random thoughts that come to my mind when I think about my visit a couple weeks ago: I shaved once before I left and once while I was there; his shower was clogged for the entire second day I was there*; I sat in on a math class at the university and out of 22 students there were only 2 girls (including me); his parents visited and took us out to an amazing dinner at an Italian style tapas restaurant; and...we cuddled. It was the perfect visit. Note: It would have been just perfect if it was not a visit, but since I was just visiting, it was in fact perfect (minus the slight b.o. I had acquired by the end of the second day oh and the fact that Auntie Flo decided to visit along with me...don't get me wrong, I love my aunts, but seriously, Aunt Flo, STOP VISITING ME WHEN I'M VISITING LOVERBOY!!)
I had my first non-missing-my-family/Loverboy/friends induced breakdown this weekend. It was, however, strongly alcohol induced. Some of the graduate students in the department planned a Happy Hour on Friday night for all of the graduate students and the department faculty. Well, only 10 or so of us showed up, 2 of which were professors. After sitting around a table drinking for an hour some of us got a little loose-lipped (at this point of the story, by us, I am referring to a professor). Out of pretty much nowhere (my opinion, maybe others saw where this was coming from), one of the students at the other end of the table yelled out to me, "Gyps, Dr. ____ (a professor, sitting right next to her, googling** at me) wants to know who in the department is attracted to you!"
Let me take a moment to explain how awkward this comment made me feel. First of all, everyone around the table put a hold to their conversation to hear what was being yelled across the table. In other words, everybody heard what she said. Second, Dr. ____ is that kind of old-guy creepy, you know, the kind of guy I would not feel all that comfortable being alone in a room with. Third, why the hell would he care who is attracted to me?!?!?! Naturally, I came up with a silly response to deflect the awkward attention...I yelled back, [my gay friend] Joe was the only guy that I knew that was clearly attracted to me. Giggles occurred all around, even from Joe and the awkwardness subsided.
As the evening progressed, the males [aka the majority] of the department stopped biting their tongues and started making [sexual-like] comments either to me or in reference about me. My favorite occurred after a male acquaintance struck up a conversation with me in front of two of the other males in the department. While I was talking to him, I heard this from the guys right next to me, "Oh man, we totally just got cock-blocked by him!" To those of you who do not know what the expression means, they meant that the guy was preventing them from making their moves on me that would [in their eyes] get me into bed with them. Insert a picture of me with a pissed off face here.
More and more comments like the above were thrown out by the end of the night and eventually some of the guys started putting their arms around me. I was not a fan of their behavior. I decided to do what any woman in my position would do, I went to the bathroom, peed, snuck over to our group to grab my coat and ran out of the bar avoiding all of the people shouting my name. In the process, I may have left my credit card behind with the bartender because my actions were unforeseen, I started a tab.
On my way home, I called my mom to tell her about my night and instead of explaining to her how upset I was, I decided to show her by getting nearly hysterical and bawling for almost a half hour. Just another wonderful weekend here. I feel so happy knowing that if things don't work out with Loverboy and me I could be harassed even more by the guys here. I hope the sarcasm was noted.
*I shaved before I got there so the tub was not clogged from me. He had taken a bath the day before to sweat out his cold and the tub wouldn't drain afterwards. It turned out he just had a little air bubble or something in his pipes and after I drained the dirty sink water from the dishes the bubble burst and the water drained. I was a hero.
**I'm not sure if googling can be used other than on a computer, but that was the word that I decided to use to describe the look on his face. It was a mixture of tipsy, creepy and interest. If you have a better word let me know.
I had my first non-missing-my-family/Loverboy/friends induced breakdown this weekend. It was, however, strongly alcohol induced. Some of the graduate students in the department planned a Happy Hour on Friday night for all of the graduate students and the department faculty. Well, only 10 or so of us showed up, 2 of which were professors. After sitting around a table drinking for an hour some of us got a little loose-lipped (at this point of the story, by us, I am referring to a professor). Out of pretty much nowhere (my opinion, maybe others saw where this was coming from), one of the students at the other end of the table yelled out to me, "Gyps, Dr. ____ (a professor, sitting right next to her, googling** at me) wants to know who in the department is attracted to you!"
Let me take a moment to explain how awkward this comment made me feel. First of all, everyone around the table put a hold to their conversation to hear what was being yelled across the table. In other words, everybody heard what she said. Second, Dr. ____ is that kind of old-guy creepy, you know, the kind of guy I would not feel all that comfortable being alone in a room with. Third, why the hell would he care who is attracted to me?!?!?! Naturally, I came up with a silly response to deflect the awkward attention...I yelled back, [my gay friend] Joe was the only guy that I knew that was clearly attracted to me. Giggles occurred all around, even from Joe and the awkwardness subsided.
As the evening progressed, the males [aka the majority] of the department stopped biting their tongues and started making [sexual-like] comments either to me or in reference about me. My favorite occurred after a male acquaintance struck up a conversation with me in front of two of the other males in the department. While I was talking to him, I heard this from the guys right next to me, "Oh man, we totally just got cock-blocked by him!" To those of you who do not know what the expression means, they meant that the guy was preventing them from making their moves on me that would [in their eyes] get me into bed with them. Insert a picture of me with a pissed off face here.
More and more comments like the above were thrown out by the end of the night and eventually some of the guys started putting their arms around me. I was not a fan of their behavior. I decided to do what any woman in my position would do, I went to the bathroom, peed, snuck over to our group to grab my coat and ran out of the bar avoiding all of the people shouting my name. In the process, I may have left my credit card behind with the bartender because my actions were unforeseen, I started a tab.
On my way home, I called my mom to tell her about my night and instead of explaining to her how upset I was, I decided to show her by getting nearly hysterical and bawling for almost a half hour. Just another wonderful weekend here. I feel so happy knowing that if things don't work out with Loverboy and me I could be harassed even more by the guys here. I hope the sarcasm was noted.
*I shaved before I got there so the tub was not clogged from me. He had taken a bath the day before to sweat out his cold and the tub wouldn't drain afterwards. It turned out he just had a little air bubble or something in his pipes and after I drained the dirty sink water from the dishes the bubble burst and the water drained. I was a hero.
**I'm not sure if googling can be used other than on a computer, but that was the word that I decided to use to describe the look on his face. It was a mixture of tipsy, creepy and interest. If you have a better word let me know.
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