Friday, April 28, 2006

Suze Orman Looks Like a T-Rex

For a while now, I was thinking she looked like something else, but I couldn't quite place it.


Monday, April 24, 2006

Rob and I want to get a dog when get home- a Jack Russell Terrier-

Names currently in the running are-
Dexter
Simon
Taco
Sushi
Wasabi

My mom says, and I quote, "Your names suck."
Genesis "Invisible Touch"

Real lyrics are-
"She seems to have an invisible touch, yeah
She reaches in and grabs right ahold of your heart"

And I thought the lyrics were-
"She sees the hatch and easy for touch it!
She reaches in and that's not Ow-we-oh-oh"
Not To Question the Marketing Geniuses, But...

Anyone else have Hotmail? Have you noticed at the top of the screen, how they've been advertising mortgages? If not, they have several different versions, but all of them are an animal who's stomach pulsates like it's panting and it's tounge hangs out. And on it's stomach it says something like "Get a great mortgage rate!" and lists all the states. Tell me, exactly who thought to themselves "You know how we could sell a crapload of mortgages?? We could put it on a panting animal's stomach!"?
On top of being retarded, it's creepy.

Friday, April 21, 2006

Some Things...

1. Sierra is going to a birthday party for one of the kids in her class tonight, and I'm talking to Erin about it and I'm like "Oh god, is she so excited?" (Because 1) It's her first 'school friend' birthday party and 2) Sierra gets REALLY REALLY EXCITED about pretty much anything..). Erin says "She doesn't know about it." I'm like "What are you talking about?" and Erin says "I haven't told her about it. If I told her, that's all I'd ever hear about."
This is the funniest thing I've ever heard. Sierra's not going to know about the birthday party until about five minutes before she gets there.

2. Erin was in a big meeting yesterday and the guy talking asked something to the effect of "What can we do to make this better". One guy raises his hand and says "I think we need to analyze the problem." Talker guy says "okay" and goes to write it on the board, but decides to abbreviate and writes "Anal. Problems" on the board. No one else seems to notice.

3. Today I go to this seminar about strategies to keep you writing after you graduate when you no longer have deadlines, etc. I can tell the speaker, pardon me, 'life coach', is cracked from the minute I get there, but I stay. My mistake. First she introduces herself. Her name is "Rahti". Oh, you think to yourself, what culture/background is that from?" No. It's not her birth name. Rahti got her name a few years ago when, in a low point in her life, she decided to join a cult. The cult leader chose the name for her. Later, she was actually kicked out of the cult. I ask you, who gets kicked out of a cult. No one. No one gets kicked out of a cult.
Rahti's memorable quotes include "So. How can we get past all this petty shit in this cess pool called life and keep writing?"
Also, the word "etcetera" does not seem to be in Rahti's vocabulary. Instead, she substitutes "NANANANANANANANA!" where most people would use 'etc.', for example, "You can't get discouraged, because then you stop writing, then you start questioning yourself, NANANNAANANANANANA!"
The breaking point, when I left was when she asked us to go around the room and say something nice about everyone, so that, when we're feeling low, we'll have some positives to bring ourselves up again. Now that could have been a good idea, if we even slightly knew the other people in the class. But.. we didn't. It was a big mix of alumni from all different years. What exactly are you supposed to say about someone you've never met? 'You have nice teeth'? And that's going to pull me up when I'm feeling low about my writing? "I can't write a good story, but I sure do have nice teeth."
Cracked.

Tuesday, April 18, 2006

I hate the sound of people eating. Someone behind me in the library is eating an apple, and the apple must be the size of my head because I swear she's been eating it for an hour. If she keeps making that apple-biting noise, I may have to punch her.

Friday, April 14, 2006

This Is Hilarious
And let's be serious, I stole it from Jon.
Experiment: Make a Cake With Cadbury Eggs Instead of Real Eggs
What this reminds me of is the time that someone heard that Dr. Pepper was made up of regular cola and prune juice, so jon and Yerdy tried it out.
Conclusion: Dr. Pepper is not cola and prune juice

Monday, April 10, 2006

Wanna be a.. Ball-A!
Shot-call-A!
20 in. BLADE!
Own an Im-PALA!

Sunday, April 09, 2006



Here's John Basedow.
He's gonna show you how.
To reach your potential.
And he'll turn your
Whole life around!
It's Fitness Made Simple!
Name I Don't Like: Carl

Saturday, April 08, 2006

Pictures from My Reading Last Night
(and by 'my' reading, I mean.. reading I did with five other people..)
Turns out, it's much easier to read AFTER two glasses of wine...







Thursday, April 06, 2006

Someone. Stop me.

I spent an hour on MySpace tonight.
I am too old for MySpace.
I am too old for MySpace.
I am too old for MySpace.

Wednesday, April 05, 2006

Things I Feel Uncomfortable About...
So, I should start by saying that I taught my first kickboxing class on Monday. It went pretty well. I made the routine a little too hard, so I'm going to have to make things easier for a while until everyone gets the hang of it and then we can go back to routines and whatnot.
Ten seconds ago I get this email- It's from the photo editor of the Phoenix, which is the school newspaper at SLC. They're apparently running some type of article about my class in the newspaper and so they're coming on Friday to take pictures. This is the first I've heard of all this. This makes me uncomfortable. There are things in the world that I would rather do than have people take pictures of me when I'm all sweaty and disgusting looking. On top of the fact that I just don't really want to be in the school newspaper. People are going to come up to me and say "Oh, I saw you in the newspaper" and then I'm going to get this wierd uncomfortable leave-me-alone feeling.