Mommy meme

Because my mind is completely turned off right now and I'm bored, I felt the need to answer this. From my mom's blog,

1. When is the last time you had a paper cut?
To be honest...I don't remember...But I can tell you when my last cat scratch was...

2. Would you rather have a 5 pound tumor on your face or a 50 pound tumor on your back, neither of which could ever be removed?
I'm going to go with the most common answer to this question, my back. And I would proceded to live in a bell tower and talk to the statues. And make nice with the local gypsies.

3. What was the best part of your weekend? This past weekend?
Umm, maybe its me but that is grammatically incorrect. To be a righteous bitch about it.
My weekends consist of the same damn thing, or at least they should. Sleep and homework. And visiting my family to unwind from the stupidity that surrounds the minds of the people I currenlty live around.


4. Do you like peanut butter?
The Peter Pan PB sitting on my dresser right now should be the answer to that question. It is currently the staple of my diet in college. The best part of it is that my roommate is allergic and I'm always asking her if she would like some...why? Because apparently I really want to kill her...go figure...

5.List three foods you can’t stand.
Umm I really don't like raw onions, scalloped potatoes (much to my mother's dismay), and spinach. Blech.

6. Did you make your bed this morning?
HAHAHAHAHAHA! My bed still has the majority of my clothes on it from last week, because I have yet to find the time to neither make my bed nor fold and put away my clothes. Its too close to finals week.

7. When it comes to handshakes, are you firm?
Both my parents were Marines. What do you think.

8. What was the most effective punishment for you as a kid?
The only reason that I even responded to this questionaire, was so I could answer this quesiton. My parents had this innate ability to make me feel guilty, or at least I was really hard on myself. Either way, the worst thing for me to hear was that they were disappointed in me.
For my brothers, however, it was being told that they weren't allowed to see their friends and/or play video games. Go figure.

9. What is your favorite way to fix/eat potatoes?
Umm I really like chicken. But in regards to potatoes, umm I really like mashed, twice baked, and with ground up beef. My mommy makes that the best.

10. Ask me something.

My mom's: If you were able to relive one day of your life, which one would it be?

See, now thats a hard question. I've had many splendid days, and while they were all delightful, once through was good enough for me. (but if I had to choose, it would be the day I realized that I wouldn't have to see the douchebags in Quantico anymore...yeah that was nice)

And mine: If you could live in any time period, which would it be?

I got a bad feeling about this...

So, I took a trip last week, and about this time would have been the time I arrived back here at my dorm. While it was a worthwhile trip, there was much stress involved and now a much larger bit associated with the three days of work that I was put behind. *sigh* I guess not much I can do about it but show you all my list of the best and worst parts of my trip to Denver, CO.

Worst Parts:
-The chilly Colorado weather on the one day of shooting that we had.
-The only sweatshirt that I brought with me (one of my favorites) smelling like Thai food
-Hanging out at the Denver airport for an three more hours than necessary
-Having both of my return flights being delayed for at least 2.5 hours because somebody wanted to screw around with Atlanta security, and God wanted there to be rain.
-Having to leave my amazingly comfy hotel bed, and room all to myself
-Missing 3 days of class and 2 labs
-Coming back to a shitload of work
-Not sleeping the night I got back
-Dealing with ridiculously stupid people in the Atlanta airport Burger King…Where was the Burger-King When I needed him..?
-Leaving my camera @ home
-Sitting next to two creepy fat men on both my flight to and from Colorado. The latter was a really big guy who at times smelled really bad, when there was a draft and I was situated downwind of him…not to mention that his fat went under the handle of the seat and wouldn’t stop touching my leg…gross

Best Parts:
-Free hotel room to myself
-Missing 3 days of class
-Party Peanuts (sounds dirty!)
-The lightning storm that we passed coming into Atlanta (it was amazing!)
-The gorgeous clear skies and beautiful landscape of Denver
-Listening to Rascal Flatts and thinking of my roomie
-Dave, proving to be on of the best friends I have…Really weird mental connection…
-Laura and Bryan’s hilarious text messages to me… I love my Brockport peeps
-Seeing some awesome tornado footage and meeting the man paving the way for field research for tornados
-Working with some awesome and really funny people
-My mom picking me up hella late from the airport (try 2 am)
-Listening to a 2 gig iPod for the 2nd time around
-The asshole, Bluetooth totting business man in Atlanta-you don’t fuck with the black people in the ATL (yeah I know it’s racist…but funny!)
-Getting in my myth reading a day early
-The guy watching scrubs 2 rows ahead of me

I can’t really say anything about me missing Brockport terribly…now I must enter the realm of hell that is the last two weeks of class, and then finals week…
It would be nice to find something to smile about now…

For the sake of sanity...

So on the off hand chance that i have more downtime and what not...when i should really be studying chemistry for a test i'm going to fail tomorrow, but I need a mental break...i'm so burnt right now...Brain = off (for the time being)

Four jobs I have had in my life:
1.Student
2. ATM Technician Assistant
3. Babysitter (i hated this damn job...i have very little patience with the kiddies)
4. Did I mention student?

Four movies you would watch over and over:
1. Philadelphia Story (The Katherine Hepburn one...classic)
2. Donnie Darko (I do so love me some Jake Gyllenhaal)
3. Fight Club
4. Harry Potter movies (?...i really don't know...)

Four places you have lived:
1. Okinawa, Japan
2. England (don't remember where)
3. Stuttgart, Germany
4. Quantico, Virginia

Four TV shows you love to watch:
1. SCRUBS!!!! (best show on right now)
2. ER
3. Dead Like Me (best show to ever be discontinued)
4. Coupling

Four of my favorite books:(why only four?)
1. The Thursday Next Series By Jasper Fforde (yes series, and it will count as one)
2. Heart of Darkness by Josef Conrad
3. The Odyssey By Homer
4. Rosencrantz and Guildenstern are Dead By Tom Stoppard

Four places I have been on vacation:
1. Paris, France
2. Connecticut (to babysit but it was essentially a vacation)
3. Florida (yeah DisneyWorld!)
4. NYC

Four websites I visit daily: (Oh too many to count)
1. CuteOverload
2. Crazy Aunt Purl (i blame my mother for my current addiction to this site)
3. The Sneeze
4. Myspace

Four of my favorite foods:
1. Pasta!
2. Chicken
3. My dad's carne asada and rice
4. Hummus (for the time being)

Four places I would rather be right now (with unlimited funds, of course):
1. London, England
2. Crete
3. Paris, France
4. At home...i miss my family right now...

Stutter Step

oh lala...

You know its funny. I always made fun of my mother for creating a blog, teasing her to no end. Well, me and my father. Yet here I am, in the college library pissing away valuable time that I'm supposed to using to work on a paper and a project, posting a blog.

I really have nothing to say at the current time.

I post shit on myspace, but that comes to no avail and I have no patience with that website sometimes. Most of the time. My laziness comes into play and all that html crap you are supposed to use to really make it worthwhile, is too much of a hassle. However, this is fairly similar. But I still like this one better.

There will more than likely be nothing coherent or worthwhile in this thing, merely my non-sensical babbling or venting about something that has pissed me off. Or poetry. Some form of expression. I can gaurantee that sometime in here, I will piss and moan about why I am alone, and why no one wants to be with me. But just bear with me. If I don't get them out, they fester in the pit of my heart and turn into a swamp where my emotions tend to dredge. That leads to a lovely self-imposed depression, of which nobody wants to hear about or see.
There ends my disclaimer.

My thoughts never last long enough for me to take the time to ramble them down on paper. Or computer. Or whatever. I wish I had the mastery of the written language that my mother has obtained. I envy her diction and hope that someday I will be able to make sense of the words that seem to float in my head.

I find it ironic that I'm listening to Pearl Jam as I tap this out, only because my mother mentions her boyfriend Eddie Vedder in her first blog. So like mother like daughter, eh? Oh how I never cease to entertain myself.

But its okay though, while she has Eddie Vedder, I put dibs on Jared Leto. He's my future husband... ^_^