I need aggression therapy.

Giant Dollar Dino

As a lead-in to this post, Id just like to say that from time to time I feel bad about the complete lack of content in my journal/blogger/site thing. I just read Jon's, and he was talking about human rights/human needs etc., which makes me feel badly only because I am about to talk about a inflatable dinosaur.
Speaking of Jon, I bought you a little present today!
On to the dinosaur. So I'm out shopping with Sara and Rirruto today, and we stop into the dollar store, where I think that I have just found the best bargain of my life when I spot a 36" inflatable dinosaur for the low low price of one dollar. I'm like " 36"?! thats three feet! I am going to buy this awesome three foot inflatable dinosaur, blow it up and put it in my living room!" This is the kind of random nonesense that makes life worthwhile for me. So I buy the dinosaur and we're in the car and Sar and Rirruto are like "Blow it up, Laura" and I'm like "No, its three feet tall, if I blow it up, I wont be able to get it out of the car.". But I do it anyhow. So I rip open the package, take it out, and start laughing so hard I can't breathe. The dinosaur is less than a foot tall. Apparently the thirty six inches was a horizontal measurement, not a vertical. But come to think of it, its not even that long, its probably less than two feet long. If you saw the package it came in you would be so disgusted. The picture on the front makes this dinosaur look gigantic. Nonetheless, it was the funniest thing of all time, and now the dinosaur is sitting on top of my TV. By the way, it has no face. Yup, they couldnt take two seconds and half of a penny to put a face on it. Im going to have to go draw a face on my midget dino now.

Yes, I know, it has been an entire week since I've posted anything, primarily due to the fact that im too lazy to come up with anything to say. I think I just recently realized how much I have to do in a very small amount of time. I graduate in april and then im going to grad school the following fall. this plan requires that I do the following, very, VERY soon...
1. find a place to take the GRE
2. study for the GRE
3. take the GRE
4. Since I am a creative writing major, I have to put together a portfolio-type thing to apply to grad school, and it needs to be really really good.
5. apply to grad school.
6. get my audit done so i can graduate in the first place.
All of this should be accomplished in about the next two months or so, I think. On top of this, my entire apartment is once again in shambles. We are moving stuff in and theres so much stuff we dont know where to put it, so its just sitting in big heaping piles everywhere, and i dont even want to begin to start going through it. Like an hour ago I was in a really really good mood, and now I am depressed or something.
Tomorrow Im supposed to go help "reorganize" the preschool that I work at (the kids arent there, its clean up week). Its my very last day working there. I think that it would make my day about 900% better if I didnt have to go in and Id be in a much better mood. On the other hand, its really rude to just not show up. The moral dilemma, the moral dilemma. Make myself happy or do what is responsible. Email me and tell me that it would be better if I didnt go in...

Ha!

Today's quote of the day comes from some guy in a bar. So I'm sitting at OP last night, complaining to Joe about some people. There's this guy who's sitting at our table, who I kind of know just because I've seen him at OP a lot, but dont really know. So I'm all complaining about these people when out of nowhere he turns to me and says
"You know what you should do? You should wait until they have children. And then... you should steal them!"
It was the most random hilarious thing ever...

Blah Blah Blah

To begin with, I have absolutely nothing to say today,but I haven't written anything in a while, so I feel like I should, even if its a bit of mindless chatter. My apartment is in ruins. Two of my four roommates moved out this past weekend. You would think "Oh, that's not as bad as moving into a new place, all you have to do is reorganize. No, this is not the case. I think it's more of a mess, seeing as some key furniture items belonged to the other roommates. For instance, the TV stand. My TV is now sitting on the floor, surrounded by a million and ten videos. I am eating my lunch at the computer desk, because the dining room table is no longer. I made pasta for lunch, only to go looking for the collander and remember that it belonged to one of the other roommates. On a brighter note, I am redecorating everything, and thats exciting. On a sadder note, I came home this afternoon to find that sometime after I fell asleep last night my evil boyfriend drank approximately half of the cans of Squirt I had in my fridge. He will be scolded next time I talk to him. And on my very last note of randomness, I'd like to mention that I think that Expresso cups are really neat little minature cups. I dont drink coffee, so I've never drank out of one, but I think I would feel a little ridiculous drinking out of one, kind of like I was at a little kid's tea party. This has been on my mind for a while now.

I seem to have offended someone with my statements about Food TV. However, I think that I have been misinterpreted, because what I said was, that though watching Food TV is all fine and good, I don't think that the gym and vigorous exercise is an environment that matches with Food TV. I think exercise and TV and I think, a comedy or MTV or a sitcom, whatever. I, for one, have to have something either upbeat or extremely entertaining to watch/listen to while I'm working out or I will remember that Im working out, realize how much I really dont want to, and stop. Food TV just is not something that keeps me going while Im working out. Again, when I'm hanging out at my house, I wouldnt have a problem with sitting on the couch, watching some Food TV and writing down the recipies (if I actually cooked..), but I think that working out and watching Food TV is the equivalent of working out and listening to Sade (yes, Sade, can you think of anyone more lo-key than that?). So there you go. I would like to comment that I greatly enjoy Jon's (whom I offended) cooking, and dont wish to discourage him from watching the Food Network, because he made me some really good wine/veggie/spices chicken.

So I've been doing all of my exercising at the Y lately because 1) I get a free membership because I work in the preschool 2) I'm not taking summer classes, so I can't work out at the Rec Center. However, this has no connection to the story.. The story is the fact that EVERY time I go in there to run on the treadmill, two of the three TV's set up in front of the equipment are on food channels. Today it was like the Food Network, and another show that was making banana creme pie. Why would you torture yourself like that? I can hear the people thinking "Wow, that looks really good. No! I cant have that. Thats why Im here in the first place." They're like drooling all over the machines. Secondly, can you think of anything less entertaining than watching the food channel? Okay, I can understand if you're sitting down in front of it, writing down the recipie (sp?), but to just be like, 'hey, lets watch people make food'. I just dont understand.

Have you noticed that it is completely perfect outside tonight? Why are you inside reading this? go outside!!

Today's Quote:
(once again, from rob.)
"Well, I don't really know what constitutes a good movie. I mean, I liked 'Viva, Rock Vegas' "
See, this is why I like my boyfriend. He has an appreciation for all things retarded. This makes him highly compatible with me.

Go Home, Freshman!

This is my problem. I want to get into Psychology 100. It fills my last gen ed credit, but the real reason is that it fits PERFECTLY between two of my other classes, which means I take care of three of my four classes on tuesday and thursday from 11-3, allowing me to have much longer stretches of time during the week when I will sit around and do absolutely nothing. Why, when there are 1800 seats available for Psychology 100 in the fall term, can I not get just 1 of those seats? Because the freshman have once again invaded the campus. I am going to pinpoint one and harass them until they agree to drop the class.

Do you know what an Heirloom Tomato is? They're these tomatoes that are grown using the same seeds over and over, and they turn out to be all different shapes and sizes and colors. I think that's cool ! Although, I don't exactly understand why they turn out to be different colors.. Go here and read about it, and let me know if you figure out why...
Why am I looking up tomatoes? I have a new job working at this really cool little restaurant that is all about the natural food, and Heirloom tomato salad is one of the features for this week...

*sigh* im sleeping in tomorrow...
counting crows were just on the Jay Leno show. I dont have their new album because I am too broke to buy it. I am their number one fan and I can't spend fifteen dollars on a CD. I tell you what.. If there are fifteen people out there who read this site, why dont each of you throw a dollar in an envelope and send it my way. Yes? Yes? No...
Im going to start reading "The Art of Happiness" tonight.. I let you know what it is when I finish. On a positive note, a list of eight things that make me happy.
1.The opening credits for "The Wonder Years" ("What.. would you dooooo.. if I sang.. out of tune?")
2.canned pear halves in extra light syrup
3.bubblewrap
4.getting out of work and having voice mail messages on my cell phone
5.The book "A Heartbreaking Work of Staggering Genius" by Dave Eggers
6.Tetris. Tetris Tetris Tetris.
7.The smell of grass. And the color for that matter. Green is by far the superior color.
8.Hammocks. I don't have one, but I think if I did, it would make me happy.
Time for sleep now...:)

I think that the kind of day I had today is best described by something Rob said to me when we were out to lunch today..
"Um, you need to find your zen or something and calm down, cause you are flippin out today."