I can't stand it when I forward email to say Bob and Juanita. And then Bob forwards the same forward to Juanita. And then Juanita forward the email [previously from Bob] back to me. I'm thinking, "Hello?! I just sent it to you! Is is too difficult to see who ALREADY received the damn email?!"

Dammit

And then, I have big forwarded messages taking up my mail space. I just hate dumbasses. And if you're reading this and feel you're guilty of it - STOP IT

Cara are I are pregnant. Yes, that's strange. But it's with our virtual kitties. I won't even tell you what my mom does with her virtual kitties. It's rather humorous.

I have all this fruit in the apartment and no one wants to really eat it. So, I'm trying to make fruit smoothies to eat the EIGHT [8], yes EIGHT bananas that we have in our apartment. Bananas, strawberries, oranges, kiwi, pinapple, grapefruit, and blueberries. Oooo, and then I have apple juice, cranberry juice, and pineapple-orange juice. I'm gonna have one hell of a healthy - STOP - I won't go there.

As I type, about every 5-10 minutes, there a single ant that crawls on my wall. I kill it with my finger. 5-10 minutes later, another comes and I kill it with my finger. Another 5-10 minutes later, another comes and I kill it with my finger. Yes, I'm on my laptop for a good 4-8 hours a day. I take breaks of course. But where are these damn ants coming from? There is nothing sweet, no food, no sticky anywhere to attract them! I'm trying to work on my intro to lit work [my internet class] and I'm being distracted because I have to kill the ants one by one. I have remnants of ant on my wall amongst my post-its. eeewwwwwww

In a week, I'm gonna be home! To see my mom and dad! To see my kitties. But not to see our Star cat. He passed away on Thursday. He was having health problems - seizures



This was our Star Kitty. We got him when he was around 11 years old. He was a stray. And, he loved people! He was the most agreeable kat ever. He would do whatever made YOU happy. He would play if you wanted, he would sleep if you wanted, he would cuddle if you wanted . . . . whatever you wanted, he was just a pleasing cat. Mom says, "No offense to any of our cats, but he was the coolest one." Mom had him cremated and then had his ashes put in the garden at the vet's office. We love you Star. We will miss you.



LoL. He kinda looks pregnant in this picture. BUT he's not. Although, when we first got him, we thought he was a she. We had had him about 6-7 months and I was rubbing his belly . . . and his penis popped out. I asked for my mom to come over and check it out. I thought it was worm! No joke. A worm. But she confirmed that our Star kitty was a boy. Fooled me.

Bongo-ed your bongos at 2:21 PM

Ooooooooooooooooooooo . . . . . Look what Jas made for me!

Thankies Jas!

Bongo-ed your bongos at 6:59 PM

Bongo-ed your bongos at 2:33 AM

Ok, I give!

I'm getting way too involved with my virtual kitties. I now own 21 cats. And I do name searches so that I may name my newborns with "meaningful" names. I'm obsessed. I know. But I don't have my own REAL cats so I have to settle for this. Don't judge me

Stop it.

I feel you pitying me through the screen.

Bongo-ed your bongos at 8:01 PM

Running

away

from

the memories

is

difficult.

They keep catching up to me.

Go way! There was a reason for running in the first place!

. . . which has led to a new name. For AIM, my new name is BacelloGrair. But it won't go into effect for a couple of days.

Bongo-ed your bongos at 2:34 PM

Blast!

My throat hurts. That's okay I guess. It gives me legitimate reason to eat my lemon-herb throat drops.

Monty [painting prof] is "tired of looking at that painting." Well, Monty, stop looking at it. I'm a slow painter. You've had me for a student for 3 years now. You know I'm a slow drawer, slow , slow learner, and now you know I'm a slow painter. Go stare at someone else's painting that is so much better and was painted faster, dammit

K-K-K-K-Kay

Our apartment smells - AGAIN. I took out the trash when it wasn't even full - and it STILL smells. And I used the last trash bag which I don't really care. Cara, I used the last trash bag since you're the next one to take it out. I think Sarah has some stashed somewhere in her room. Not sure through. IT SMELLS! It's my fault though. I had brocoli in the fridge which I had forgotten about. Oops. Shame on me.

C-C-C-C-Cara

I feel light headed

John and I went to the Internation Food thingy that the Intern'l Club was sponsoring. Very good foods and very queer looking foods. I was a brave little girl and tried the queer foods, but I mostly lingered in the European corner of the room. I couldn't enough of Denmark's dessert.

Bongo-ed your bongos at 12:17 PM

I'm a pink-o-tini.

Got key lime pie sitting in my fridge waiting for me after choir.

Got petals. The smelly kind

I don't want to go to choir. It has become mundane yet hectic. I'm tired of defending _____ and then that person shows their ass. _____ is letting me down.

Make the shrill go away!

I have bruises on my shins thanks to Kay. She made me do dives/rolls onto the floor because we were acting like spies. Okay, I lied. She didn't make me do it. But she did inspire me, dammit.

Ripped 40-ish staples out of my canvas this morning. I have about 50 more to go. I need to restretch my canvas. It's loose - like a hoe?

I have a 70% in Intro to Lit. Not too good. I hope to get a B in the end. See some of you soon. See the others later. Kisses!

Bongo-ed your bongos at 2:33 PM

no smellies of any kind
not a single petal

Bongo-ed your bongos at 10:29 PM

It's amazing how memories are being forgotten. I have to admit, it's the not-so-good ones that are vanishing - not that I'm complaining. Everyday things would remind. And now, those things aren't even phasing me. The sad and guilt . . . . . are retreating where they belong

Gone . . . . along with those memories.


Have a good weekend everyone. I get to go home and visit the Eiteljorg Museum. The museum is have a Georgia O'Keefe exhibition. So, the mom and I are going to it. Yea! The boy will be going to something called ??Motocross?? while the mom and I are out.

Bongo-ed your bongos at 11:19 AM

I'm tired of inconsiderate people.


Bongo-ed your bongos at 9:39 PM

It's "Shit on RA Month". I'm serious

People are being overly demanding, rude, cussing out innocent people, etc. It's hell. I'm getting it from my own residents, random residents, and my supervisors! Horrible bastards

I must be really bored. I'm watching strange looking males examine their options as to which computer they would like to use. "Hmmmmm, should I sit next to the guy who won't stop yapping on his cell or next to the girl wearing an oversized white sweatshirt who resembles a drooping marshmallow? Decisions - decisions - decisions. I'll take the droppy marshmallow." Down he plops.


Bongo-ed your bongos at 6:11 PM

Hmmmmm, nothing like J. Lo and the Hulk . . . Oh and the pussy-I mean kitty.

What shows up when I type my grandmother's name: Evelyn

Grandma? Is that you? . . . . . . Hussy

My favorite food - Key Lime Cheesecake

Hit it with some homemade non-sweetened whipped cream . . . . ORGASMIC . . . . almost

Favorite Drink[s] - I lovingly call this concoction of sprite, cranberry juice, and malibu rum a Panty dropper. Let the panties come off! If I could materialize Heaven and as sinful as this sounds, I would say it tastes like Heaven.

And then there's good 'ole orange juice.

Favorite band - Coldplay

Favorite smell - Lilly of the valley, hyacynth, and cinnamon

Last but MOST DEFINITELY NOT the least - by best friends

Me and my mama!

And my baby, John!

Bongo-ed your bongos at 11:19 PM

I am the proud mother of 3 one day old kittens. Yes-ser-ree. 'Tis I! One boy, Sampsom, and two girls, Gates McFadden and Isis Jane. I got them here.



Heh heh heh

You thought I really had kittens! heh heh heh. Well, there's my cyber kitties. They're so adorable. awwwwww


Bongo-ed your bongos at 1:06 AM

Which Evil Criminal are You?

Congratulations, you're President Harry S. Truman!
Due to the death of President Roosevelt, you became President of the United States of America on April 12th, 1945 - just at the tail end of World War Two. Japan had offered a surrender in January, and once you were in power, attempted again in May. In July, they offered surrender at least six times.

In August, against Roosevelt's known wishes and the wishes of many of your advisors, you dropped an atomic bomb on the Japanese city Hiroshima, and another one on Nagasaki. Literally hundreds of thousands of innocent civilians died; many, many more suffered horrible sicknesses from the radiation. As Eisenhower put it: "the Japanese were ready to surrender and it wasn't necessary to hit them with that awful thing."

If you wish, you can proudly tell the world that you unnecessarily levelled an entire population with the following fine graphic:


Which Evil Criminal are You?
A Rum and Monkey crime.


Bongo-ed your bongos at 5:08 PM

I'm sorry, but I'm on my pity pot again. I got an email from Sallie Mae saying that they give out scholarships . . . . blah blah blah . . . I read the email a bit further and it says "Delivered through The Fund's Project Access program, these scholarships target low income and minority populations in an effort to increase access to higher education. Project Access addresses three key barriers to higher education-awareness of financial aid, academic performance and financial need."

What the fuck happened to being just low-income? Low income WHITES have just as much problems finacially as the MINORITIES do. COCKSUCKERS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!


Bongo-ed your bongos at 3:50 PM

I'm cruisin' around . . . lookin' for some scholarships online. I go to FastWeb. I'm filling out the appropriate answers and then it lists off "student activities, skills and others" - wanting me to check the ones I'm affiliated to. One of the MANY "student activities, skills, and others" was bisexual. And then later on, it was gay/lesbian. I make it to the "h" section, expecting to find heterosexual . . . because I am. Well, it wasn't there. I thought, "OK, I'll check it when I get to the "s" section [straight]." I get to the "s" section . . . it wasn't there!

- - - pulls pants down and climbs on her pity pot - - -

There are scholarships for children/grandchildren of veterans, Italian-American people, people with foreign heritage, GAYS AND LESBIANS!!!!, black people, people involved in sports, people whose MOTHER gave a child up for adoption. You name it - they got it!

Caucasian = nothing
female = nothing
heterosexual = nothing
Midwest = nothing
German/English/Irish heritage = nothing

Caucasian + female + heterosexual + midwest + German/English/Irish heritage = N.O.T.H.I.N.G

I'm seriously considering putting that I'm bisexual. I bet I get more scholarship applications than if I leave it blank. What a sick world! See what I have to lie about just to get a couple more chances for scholarships?

I'M BISEXUAL!!!

There - I have declared it. I'm official. Can't call me a liar anymore.

What the hell is a "displaced homemaker"?! It's one of the MANY options. They even specify one's height [5'10" or more for female and 6'2" or more for men] to get a scholarship.



Bongo-ed your bongos at 8:33 PM

Is it me or is USI Residence Life getting ridiculous? Yesterday, I received an email from my area coordinator that a fellow RA and myself did not do you desk duties properly. I emailed him back asking that he be more specific because I thought I did my duties satisfactory. He replied back that we did not check the following boxes: clear desk, brief next shift, and complete assigned tasks. He also informed fellow RA and me that we "frustrated several people down the line." WTF! Uhhhhhmmm, the only person who would be anal enough to be frustrated over unchecked boxes would the front desk secretary - Angela. Bitch!

Today, I get a forwarded message from Matt [AC] which was written by Angela. Bitch! The message lectured me on how to properly check out residents. I emailed my own retort to Matt AND Angela. Bitch! It contained "I did my job responsibly and properly last night. If this is regarding Mr. ____, the late shift only left a message for him to come to Residence Life and check out properly. I think the early shift gave him his key but did not make him fill out the paperwork. I would appreciate it in the future if you would not single me out for mistakes unless you have the facts straight. Thank you."

And now, I wait - to see if I got myself into trouble with my email. I'm tired of this bullshit. I can't wait for this semester to be over so that I can NEVER be an RA AGAIN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! You poor saps who are continuing on.

You got guts

or no brains


Bongo-ed your bongos at 1:13 PM