So... I keep thinking that I overestimate the power of the female social system. Turns out that I don't. The average woman is just as self centered and hateful as I had always imagined. But then, it isn't really just women, it is people in general. Just when I have convinced myself that the average person is not a neurotic sack of (insert expletive), I check my email.  For a short break in an otherwise miserable rant...

Last night me and the crew went to Village Inn. Correction, we went to Village Inns. It all started when they got the idea to have a barbeque. This plan was ruined by me, but accidentally as I didn't know of that one of the extra roommates was being hated on. So the BBQ got scrapped and we decided to go out to dinner. We start out at a Village Inn close by, but this goes horribly awry. First, when we pull up two people I will lovingly refer to as Guido and Tasha were fighting in the middle of the street. Tasha was getting out of Guido's car and into the car next to her (which was driven by her bff, who I bet was the instigator of all the drama) and Guido was yelling at her. After cursing and screaming at each other throughout the red light, Guido pronounced her a "Chicken Head" (I didn't think people outside of the wu tang clan even used that term, but whatev) and drove off.

After laughing until we cried, we entered the restaurant where we were soundly ignored by our waitress and harassed by an unfortunate smelling character who kept asking us silly questions and giving us health advice. I was the only person that answered any of his questions because I seem to think that crazy people can reason if pressed. Once he meandered away it was decided that we should find other eating arrangements. We went to another Village Inn, where after hearing my friends lament about the high numbers of old people in the restaurants I informed them of a widely known secret: Village Inns are kind of like geriatric lodges. This got them laughing again and one even threatened to ask for the "geriatric special". We convinced her that this was a bad plan (can you imagine the reaction? I do not want to die in a hail of orthopedic shoes, if it is all the same to her!)

Back to my rant...   Why are people so passive aggressive? Why not say what you feel and mean what you say? I am so sick of having to dissect and interpret the words that come out of so many peoples mouths. We all have become bi lingual: we speak English and then we speak interpretive whine. Its like say what you think or stop talking.  Don't tell me things in some round about, cowardly manner. It is my choice to care or not give a crap, but being honest is the only way you ever get what you want. Unless what you want is for people to think you are useless.

Nebraska... the good life (get out while you can)!

It has been a long time since I left you, without a quippy comment to laugh at... I apologize, my sarcasim is failing me (has never been better).

January 6th, what a difference a month makes (yes, who knew feberary would suck just as hard?).

Tomorrow I am embarking upon the trip of a lifetime (at least I dont have to pay for it) with great friends (people I barely know) to a great, warm island (giant, freezing city). I am soooooo peped (contemplating which arm I should break). Its not that I dont want to go (yes it is), its just that I would like to go at a different time (three days after never). Am I being too negative (not possible)? I am trying to say what I feel (what I should feel) and not what the situation is (which is crappy).

Last weekend I went with my soro to the our leadership conference (the dark side of hell) and I was throughly entertained (again, which arm should I break). They all got along really well (scarily true) and I loved every second (I found that one cannot jump through plexi glass and the elevators went too quickly for one to get any air by jumping down the shaft).

I am taking five lovely classes ( I am looking into chinese water torture)! My micro econ class is taught by a lovely young man ( Moses), with a positive outlook on life (told us we were all gonna die poor). My stats class is amazing ( I think grass is more entertaining), My history class is loads of fun (people could die from this), advertising is like a dream (everybody dreams about cement shoes, right?) and Chem 131 is so cool (bugs, disease, nasty people).

Apartment dwelling is a blast (One of the ag tools asks me out on a weekly basis, can you say not on your life dweeb?) and my roommates are so clean and considerate (the place is a sty and you'd think they were nocturnal). They are so lovey dovey (get a room with sound proffing) and the very soul of discretion ( what did you say about your sex life friend?).The people on my floor rock (deadbeats) and I am so happy to live near so many people I know (deadbeats).

I am really loving Lincoln (I expect sage brush to roll by any minute) and I really like my school (not even the devil could be this bad).

I have gained a new perspective (i havent changed a bit in the past couple of months) and I am looking forward to pursuing a serious relationship ( I am a commitment phobe and the guys in Nebraska are totally lacking in every single category upon which I grade). I am just loving life (hating like a mad fiend).

I need to get my Jesus on (since I am one of the few people I know not going to hell)!

Have a great rest of you week (bite me)!

So it has been over a month since my last entry and if you had been living my life since the 16th of November you would understand why. The last three weeks of school before winter break exepmlified what I believe hell will probably be like (though I am not going so this is more for those of you who are).

One of my organizations went through a bit of rebuilding and since  everyone in charge is female, major drama ensued. I hate when people lie to me and I hate when people are lazy and I hate when people are vindictive. I encountered this not only at the hands of people I know dislike me  but "shockingly" at the hands of people whos loyalties I hadnt yet sized up. I was lied to.... straight to my face and I guess I should have known it when it happend. All I can say about that is alot of people ought to be glad that I know Jesus because if I didnt I could make things difficult in the extreme. When you are honest and respected you will always have detractors so when some people were openly hostile and others just shot daggers from their eyes I thought to myself... it must realy suck to be them, glad I'm not! The rebuilding didnt go as some had planned and bar a few people folks were up in arms. I didnt worry about it because as much as I like being involved it was far from the end of the world. I am not angry just... annoyed. I know that power ( or want of it) makes people do crazy things but I am in college not congress!

I got involved in yet ANOTHER oragnization ( no i dont have a death wish) and I was shocked to learn that..... never mind whatever I say here will be mean. I do alot of things not because they are particularly interesting, but because I am focused on what happens after school. I refuse to be one of those yuppie dopes that think college is the best time in their lives. College is a stepping stone to the best years in life if you are driven, focused and have a teaspoon of common sence. I realize now that common sense is not a hot commodity in Nebraska (see above paragraph) but I can hope right?

We are getting a new roomate (and she rocks like colorado!) and I passed all myy classes with awesome grades and little effort (jk). One of my friends was convinced she failed everything, but I am happy to report she passed with flying colors.

Break has been interesting. My mom forgot to get the prime rib until it was too late and all the stores were closed so I had whitting for xmas dinner! We had a really good dinner monday night, but that wasnt xmas. I made out pretty well for xmas and I havent even gotten everything yet.

I got to stalk a cashier at a bag n save. Not for myself of course ( i prefer the boys at target) for a dear,boy hungry friend. In all fairness she was trying to make her lame but harmless ex jealous. From all reports it didnt work out how she planned but planning is half the fun, right?

Going back to school tomorrow and I cannot wait to see my roomies. I will have attended about 100 meetings by monday so next weeks post should be gold!

until next time

So, I'm back...

Last week,  me and my crowd (thanks Scurvy) gathered at the usual spot and decided to invite some more people over. They came over and made hot apple cider, then one of them (and you know who you are ag boy!) tried to eat an entire jar of cherries! He topped that off by trying to smoke a straw. I shouldnt have found that as amusing as I did seeing as the last time I hung out with him he ate a whole bag of hot wings. Why dont the ag tools feed him? He eats like he has a tape worm.

My good friend broke up with her power tool boyfriend and I am extremely happy for her. Does this fool know who she is? She is RICK JAMES, _______! (I cant swear on line but you get my drift.) She was kind of upset for a while and then every guy she knows reminded her that she is a pimp and that no neck having, needs a hair cut , couldnt afford to buy a vowel jack off is not worth the rust on a car battery (important later).

So, Monday I was elected to a fairly lofty position that I am not completely sure I am qualified for, but excited beyond belief about! I am pretty proud of myself but the whole ordeal of fall and the coming year isnt over. Finals week is on its way and it is as cold as meat packing plant here.

I think it is time for a joke....

@@Ya mommas so fat, how fat is she? Ya momma is so big and fat that she could get busy with 22 burritos when times are rough ,I saw her in the back of Taco Bell in hand cuffs!##

hehe...

Last night, I went to EC for dinner and my friends and I got into an interesting discussion,We started talking about guys and I mentioned how that hairy chea pet look is not for me, the girls at the next (one of them was wearing cow boy boots with rubber soles!) just found this hilarious. I wasnt joking , if a man can cut and style the hair on his chest he needs to look into electrolysis.

Then I tried to start up my friends car and it was like "actually I dont think so". The battery went out.... so we go to Sears to get a new one and I am thinking abut send their Human Resources office a letter of complaint because the guy that "helped" her was dirt dumb! He asked her what the abbreviation for IOWA is.... It has 4 letters, take a wild guess... We got the battery and she went to put it in (go you!), but she needed a different tool. So on to walmart we went. We get back, she still cant get the old one out(have I mentioned that this is all happening outside in 20 degree weather???!!!!!) and starts to give up when out of no where a guy in a tow truck shows up and helps her . While she is fixing her car, this guy and his girl friend are trying to get the ice off of her front window. He BLEW on it and rubbed it with a TOWEL! I knew instantly he was not from the Midwest, he finally figured out the beauty of a scraper and they were on their way.

Alittle while later, her car starts and we all get to not freeze anymore. She tells her dad she fixed it and is going to the Sahara. He thought the Sahara was a bar. Does anyone else think that sounds like a bad Jay Leno joke?

Ok so this was ridiculously long but I had two weeks to make up for gerbil, so dont hate.

until next time...

Ladies and Gentlemen-

I feel as if this xanga now needs a disclaimer... If you disagree with the events or motives for events that I write about... thats just too bad.

So... I will start with last sunday. I was told I was not doing my job (with in one of my organizations) as well as I could have been and I was threatend with not being allowed to have a position next semester. I decided that I deserve better than that and after this semester I will no longer be participating to the usual extent in said organization. The next day I got a bit of news that should have made me feel compassion and rethink my attitude, but I was oddly unaffected.

Things got much better later on last week. Wednesday, my advert prof told us that she is taking a group to France and I want to go badly. Working for a french fashion magazine would the absolute living end (i watched Grease last night, forgive my 50's slang)!

Friday a friend called and asked me if I wanted to work for ABC sports during the OU v Neb game. Of course I said yes! I had to get up at 4:30 in the morning. Aside from that, all was going well until I told the guy in charge that I didnt have a licence. He then informed me that I needed to move a car. I ended up stalling the engine, this guy had to help me find the emergency break ( i am not an idiot, it wasnt in the usual place) and I backed the car into a concrete pillar. What did I tell them? To my guilt ridden shame absolutly nothing. I just got out, told them I didnt drive large cars and went back into the stadium. The car didnt look like I had had an adventure in it , so why spoil their day?

My sister is taking me to Puerto Rico next year (for Spring Break)! Goodtimes

until next time...