Quote of the Day

Today's: "See? Even my Snapple juice wants me to exercise." -Megan

Yesterday's: "Can we go back to being intelligent, slacker bitches? Because being a young, motivated lady is so not working for me." -me and megan. We've started finishing each others sentences...Don't judge me.

To the Window! To the Wall!

I e-mailed one of my old co-workers at dhs, and asked her for a few favors like:

1. Tape Lisa's stapler to the pole behind her desk. She will think Kim did it.

2. When Ivan is in his office, go in, fart, and shut the door behind you on your way out. You don't have to say a word, he'll know soon enough.

3. Put tape on your back.

4. Steal all of Melina's writing utinsels and staples.

5. Tape Jodi's mouse to her mousepad.

She declined.

This is bad news for Megan because we are the only ones in the office today. And if someone else is not willing to do these things somewhere, I must do them. The only real problem is that Meg and I share an office. Request #2 should be interesting.

I beg your pardon?

So Daisy, the Chinese foreign exchange student that lived with us last year, recently got a facebook page. She is always posting new things, but our family has no idea what they say.
On her most recent post, my dad leaves the comment "chee chang whow mang mee. ok. i tried."
I think this is hilarious. Dont judge me.

Updated College Lately. Finally.

Livin in a Gangsta's Paradise

So I just got done eating at Chili's. There's a slight jiggle in my wiggle, and I don't mean in a good way. Damn Sherman.

Anyways, I've been obsessed with old movies lately. I now own:
-An Affair to Remember
-His Girl Friday
-Woman of the Year
-Adam's Rib
-Bringing up Baby
-The Philadelphia Story
-A Farewell to Arms
-The Road to Rio
-The Road to Bali
-Charade
-the Doris Day/ Rock Hudson collection

and I've been on a TCM kick. It's Ginger Rogers month on the movie channel, so they've been showing a lot of her movies with Fred Astaire.

In other news, I had my first day of substitute teaching this past week. How...interesting. I had one kid tell me I was his favorite sub, but that was before I yelled at the class. No wonder teachers want summers off. It wasn't a horrible experience and I'll do it again, but I was just as relieved as the kid were when that last bell rang.

Thug Lyfe.

Good News:

> Kix gets to come home tomorrow! I've been visiting him at the vet's and he looks like he feels a lot better. I think he may be happier with 3 legs than 4.

> Gracie gets fixed tomorrow. No more pimpin out pups.

> Sunday, Jenny, Meg, and I went to watch the orchestra in Norman. It rocked. Then we went to Barnes and Noble to have coffee and browse the books. Meg and I bought Alice's Adventures in Wonderland to start our unofficial book club. We want to read things neither of us have read before. I think Brothers Grimm may be next, but that's as far as we thought it through. Suggestions?

> Yesterday, I had wine night with Jill and Mikie. Always fun.

> Friday, I'm going to Southeastern to watch Grease. I am especially excited about this b/c I've learned how to play the intro to Summer Nights.

> Saturday is Meg's birthday. We will be celebrating at Club Rodeo. Every time I go there, I want to pretend it's Halloween and wear boots and...uh, really country things (I'm at a loss for what cowgirls wear...plaid shirts?).

> I found out that Hope is coming back to Ada for a visit soon.

> I am the official owner of Zombieland. And AI comes on tonight.

Justin Bieber makes me cry too, although, for different reasons.

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So, I got my room back. Sort of. We moved Kix a few days ago and cleaned and washed and sanitized everything in my room. Luckily, we re-carpeted my room with old blankets before we put him in there, so there wasn't any major damage.

However, the air unit in my room decided to stop working. The breaker kept flipping. When my stepdad got home, he wanted to look at it. So he flips the breaker again, and the plug-in sparks and melts into the outlet. So currently my room is freezing and I'm still staying upstairs.

Yesterday, my mom and I also took Kix to the vet. He stayed. They amputate his leg on Monday. Suck.

But there is good news. Gracie gets fixed next week. Woot Woot! No more puppies!!!

Dog news: I have been banned from my room bc Kix has taken it over. He chewed his staples out, so his leg...makes me want to vomit. As a result of the overwhelming stench and the sickening sight of an open wound, I've recruited my mother to go into my room first (she is very pleased about this). This way, she can cover Kix's leg, and I can get clothes and other misc. things without getting sick.

vdaynews: Today, I slept in. When I finally got out of bed, I went to Levi's and watched Whip It. Pretty good. Then I came home and ate fun dip and pizza. Yeah, I'm healthy.

Tomorrow should be an interesting day.

About 2 hours ago

my mom hears a dog yelping in the woods beside our house.
She runs out there and i put on my boots and follow.
As i run through the brush, I ask whats going on and she frantically replies "they're killing your dog!"
When I arrive, I find that my sister's pit bulls are indeed killing my dog, Kix.
JJ has him around the throat and Cole is ripping his front right leg off.
My mom's shitzu, Kaleb, is on top of Cole, doing absolutely no good. I begin simultaneously yelling and crying. My mom and I grap sticks and try to beat the dogs off Kix, but they dont stop. Mom tells me to go back to the house so I don't see anything, but I'm frozen.

Everything was a blur, and all I really remember at that point was bawling and looking behind me as Cole treats Kix's arm like a rag doll. There was blood everywhere.

Mom hands me Kaleb, so I can take him back to the house. As I run, I get caught in a briar bush and my glasses fall off. I'm still yelling at this point, though I don't know what. And because I'm wearing shorts, my legs get clawed by the thorns. When I finally make it out and get Kaleb in the house, my sister's boyfriend comes racing down the driveway with my stepdad following. They get the dogs off Kix and take him to the vet. I'm practically blind without my glasses, so my mom helps me look for them. I dont know how she found them, but she did. Then I go inside to wipe the blood from my legs and use half a tube of neosporin(sp?) on them.

Kix is staying overnight at the vets. They said I can probably pick him up tomorrow afternoon. They think he'll be able to keep his leg, but don't know if he will be able to use it. I'm staying at my dad's tonight, because I know if I go home there's a good chance I'll be taking a gun to those dogs.

I know this is a scattered post, and more sentimental (if thats the right word) than what I usually write, but I needed to get it out of my system.

And Zigazig Ahh

I went to Durant for Mamou's birthday today. Everything went really well, until she pulled off the oil cap on some gardening contraption. She was covered in oil. Luckily, she thought it was funny, which was good since Dad and I were laughing at her. I like watching her and my dad have a conversation. Now I know why my conversations are so...scattered. Dad begins talking about buying a desk, Mamou begins talking about money and old age. He had to remind her they were talking about a piece of furniture, not about the importance of having/saving money. Or old age.

Tonight Jill, Mikie and I watched Post Grad. We decided the movie was basically the story of my life, until we realized that I have no super cute guy best friend for life. And my mother isn't Jane Lynch (She should adopt me). And I would neverever leave my dream job to move across country for a boy. Mainly b/c I dont know that I have a dream job.

Then we talked about Jill being in a Spice Girls skit in elementary. Mikie and I made her dance while we sang the song. Hilarious, and probably slightly sad. I'm thankful there were no video cameras.

Tomorrow I get to study for the GRE. Yay me.

The low-down

I have a plan.

It's probably going to change, but the fact that I have one right now is a miracle so I'm runnin with it.

I've been searching/applying for jobs like crazy.

Most interesting job I applied for today: Private charter flight attendant.

High Rollin

Downloading redneck talk from the recorders to the computer.

Labeling keys on the keyboard (it's HERE!)

Seriously debating going to graduate school at ECU.

Wishing Bones was on tv.

I lead an exciting life. It's great.

I can't be this lazy anymore.

I change my mind. I want a job. I'm going crazy not doing anything.

Keyboard arrives tomorrow (finally).

And now, I'm about to go to the gym. Let's hope I don't die. Seriously.

Reality:

I'm lazy.

And because of this, the world will never know my true genius.