I'm trying to organize a trip down to Iowa to see my friend Amber, who I've been friends with since I was *this big* and only get to see about once a year. She was going to come up here, until her mom announced that she'd be coming with her, and we'd have two moms watching us like hawks and never allowing us to do anything. Plus talking about us behind our backs and moms never get the story right anyway. So I thought I'd go down there, it's a four hour drive, no biggie.

No. Not allowed. It's too far and I might get raped.

However, this weekend, Alex is going up north with his buddies to stay in a cabin, unchaperoned, for a friend's birthday. He had to pay for gas and his place in the cabin. He's two years younger than me, will have a car full of idiots to distract him, is at this friend's house tonight and, as such, will not have enough sleep to be driving on tomorrow, but are they stopping him? No. Why not? Because he's a boy, he can't get raped.

Does this strike anyone else as absurd?

I'm back from my trip to Kansas and hopefully making a return to Blogger, if I remember to do it. The trip was fun, even though I did feel a bit like I had moved into a retirement home and was never going to get out. Of the eleven people at the family reunion, I was the only one there without gray hair, which one of my distant relatives was more than willing to point out to me. Gee, thanks.

Spent a day at Emporia, doing my interview (which went just fine, I got a lot of questions answered) and found an apartment. Strangely, it's a two bedroom and way too big for just me, but it was the only place I could find that was clean and safe looking and didn't cost $695 a month. Luxury apartments, my ass. I just need a place to crash that isn't a hellhole. It has a big kitchen (yay!) with a dishwasher (super yay!) and hook ups for a wash machine and dryer which my Uncle Tom has started to look for a used set in good condition (super duper yay! for my Uncle Tom and his niceness). Plus (and this is the super exciting part) my landlord said he's been thinking about letting people have pets (cats, not dogs, they chew too much) and if I ask really nice, he'll probably let me. Oh, and I have a balcony that I can eat breakfast on that overlooks a pond with a park. Can you tell I'm way freaking excited???

Plus, now my Grandpa wants me to trade trucks with him. He has a 2005 Colorado which means I would be completely lacking in that spiffy new car smell and a warranty, but I'm thinking of it this way: Grandpa will have Lucy, not some stupid high school fuck who would probably wreck her or not love her as much as she deserves. Plus, if I miss her, he'll let me drive her. And when the day does come that he no longer needs her, Grandma will probably let us have her back, in which case I will keep her forever and life will be just peachy. Plus, since Grandpa can't change his oil anymore but makes a good supervisor, I can still work on her. Plus, if I ask Uncle Kenny, he might let me take her off-roading in one of the pastures. Squee!

So now I'm home and have almost five days before I go back to work. There's a rodeo this weekend, maybe some races on Saturday night, and Perkins with my dearest Tiffany sometime in there too. Plus I get to clean the fridge (woohoo!) and get a lot of my stuff together for the move (filling out my assistantship application, calling my landlord, furniture shopping online).

:-D

Announcing...

I have decided what to name my first child.

It won't matter if it's a boy or a girl, because the name is gender neutral. Hell, I'm not sure that you could even tell it was a person by looking at it.

But then again, if a Puritan did it, it has to be a good idea.

I will bestow upon my first child the name of:

"If-Christ-had-not-died-for-thee-thou-hadst-been-damned"

Beautiful, no?

His siblings will be named Experience, Waitstill, Preserved, Hopestill, Wait, Thanks, Desire, United, and Supply.

I bet Supply will be the cutest.

She Loved Me (thanks for the idea, Jen!)

I really don't feel like thinking right now, so here is a fun thing to do to occupy some time. Post yours and we'll enjoy looking at them. Some of these turned up mildly hilarious...I starred my faves.

1. Put your music player on shuffle.
2. Press forward for each question.
3. Use the song title as the answer to the question.

NO CHEATING...

What does next year have in store for me?
*The Heaven I'm Headed To--Dierks Bentley (I don't much like this! Unless it is figurative heaven, that is.)

What does your love life look like?
*Lay It On Me--Chris Young (Now *this* I like!)

What do I say when life gets hard?
You're So Good to Me--the Beach Boys

What do I think when I get up in the morning?
*Too Lost In You--Sugarbabes (My sheets, maybe? I could stay lost there for a bit)

What song will I dance to at my wedding?
*God Only Knows--the Beach Boys (Hey, I actually love this song!)

What do you want as a career?
*The First Noel--Mannheim Steamroller (A Christmas job, perhaps? I do love Christmas)

Your favorite saying?
*Backwards--Rascal Flatts

Favorite place?
*Gone--Daughtry (How does this work? Am I always leaving my favorite place or what?)

What do you think of your parents?
Used to the Pain--Keith Urban (OMG! That is so true!)

Where would you go on a first date?
*Mud on the Tires--Brad Paisley (not bad)

Drug of choice?
Daylight--Needtobreathe (I do like sun)

Describe yourself:
Hands Open--Snow Patrol

What is the thing I like doing most?
*You're the Love I Wanna Be In--Jason Aldean (I do like being in love, at least when it works out. Which it usually doesn't.)

The song that best describes the president?
How Many Times, How Many Lies--Pussycat Dolls (I swear, I've never even listened to this song, but it fits)

What is my state of mind like at the moment?
Losing My Ground--Fergie (Amen)

How will I die?
Swing, Swing--All American Rejects (remind me to stay away from swingsets in the coming year)

The song you'll put as the subject?
She Loved Me--Jason Aldean

Netflix for men...

I think I just found my true calling in life. The one job I was supposed to do. I am going to create Netflix for men.

Brilliant. All I need is ownership of the moon, a big dome filled with oxygen, food, and porn, and a space shuttle to get them there and back again. See, what you do is first you ship all the men up to the moon and put them in the big dome. Then you give the women on earth these little order forms. We all know that we only want men around about 30% of the time, to kill bugs, open things, and to occasionally engage in snuggling or other forms of extracurricular activities. The rest of the time, they're simply a major pain in the ass. Well, with the men all up in this big porn filled dome, all the women have to do when they need a man to fulfill one of these needs is order a man, use him for whatever, and then bring him to a drop-off point (I'm not sure the guys would fit in pre-paid envelopes) so that they could ship him back to the moon. The problem of what to do with him the other 70% of the time is solved!

Man, am I genius or what? Now to get started owning the moon...or a lab underwater. That would be cool too.

Back to work...

This weekend was awesome.

But now I have to start studying.

Grr.

R.I.P.

I can't believe you're gone.

I may have to watch Young Frankenstein tonight in honor of you.



Peter Boyle
Oct. 18, 1935-
Dec. 12, 2006

I made it!!!

It took a long time but I finally made it. All my papers are turned in (some are back already), the GRE is taken and "passed" if you can call it that (though I'm planning to retake the expensive thing), the house was cleaned and decorated, the food cooked, the party thrown, the house re-cleaned, and there are leftovers galore.

Now if I could only stay awake long enough to enjoy the peace and cleanliness. I don't think that before last night I had slept more than six hours in one night for close to a week. Saturday night I had to literally force myself to calm down long enough so I could sleep and then I woke up right away at eight (after falling asleep somewhere between two and three). Last night, however, I went to bed and practically died, then took another nap this afternoon before class.

Now I just have to coast. I have two finals a week from today and until then, no real homework. I have books I should be reading and tests I should be preparing for, but instead I'm lying in bed, listening to Christmas music and reading The DaVinci Code. That's a much better way to spend my time. The chores can wait for later.