I just blew air out of my eyeball while blowing my nose. (I have a cold)
Also, if you sent me an email requiring a reply, chances are I replied but you didn't get the email since my email stuff has been screwy. So in short, I'd like to thank everyone for their birthday wishes (Mom, Dad, Jenner, Robert, the Calvos, Laney, Paul et all).
IM FREAKIN DYING HERE.
I'd like to thank Ms Heather and Mr. Colm for sharing this lovely link with me. Make sure you watch the entire thing and do click on the button at the very end.
I'd like to give a warm welcome to the GRC classes of the Cal Poly, SLO campus. Enjoy.
Booty Commercial
Tyler=N'Sync Material
Britany Spears in our livingroom.
Another exciting Will Smith CD moment in our livingroom (SELL OUT)
Only we think it's funny.
The Orion is No. 1, according to some judges at the National College Newspaper blahblahblah conference.
Last year, we didn't win the award because Chico State can't hog the award every year...so they gave it to Sac State.
This year, Sac State got an honorable mention. HAHAHAHAH I laugh in your face. Bow down to The Orion and kiss our muddy shoes.
In other news, I got a lovely email from Ms. Jennifer Fawkes (the chatter box) lastnight. Exciting, I know.
My elbow still hurts, but as long as I take tons of prescription Ibuprofen, I can't feel a thing.
I have one arm.
Yes, you read that right. I can only use my left hand and arm to do things.
There's something spooky going on with my elbow. Ever have a pinched nerve in your neck? Like when you move, pain radiates throughout your entire body and you basically fall to the ground wincing and praying it'll go away, and then when it does, you don't move because you don't wish to be spasming on the floor again. Well, that's what's going on with my right elbow. Pain - It's not fun.
The doctor at the student health center put my arm in a sling and gave me pain killers. She has no idea what's going on with my elbow. Perhaps I should find an elbow specialist. But she did give me a nifty note that said what I can't do at work, like lift or push things over 2 pounds and that I can only sit on my butt and do homework. Yippee. Ten hours this weekend of homework.
Tammi, LeeAnn's friend, only has a left arm. The joke is, if she were deaf, she'd stutter and if she broke her left arm, she'd have a lisp and a stutter...perhaps she'd be mute too. Yeah, I knew you didn't get the title of this entry.
Have a happy day. Go play EverQuest.
Ah yes, another birthday, my 22nd to be exact. Nothing like one year further from being able to order off the kiddies menu at IHOP. I had planned on doing one of those nifty wish lists from Amazon.com so everyone could buy me gifts, but I figured that was lame and plus, I don't really need anything.
Like my red party cup? Like my splotchy picture? I was lazy and I didn't want to scan it, so I took a picture of a picture and well, that's what came out. If I remember correctly, the drink in my party cup is a stiff dick (made by Ms. Laney Erokan) or maybe it's something else that I randomly poured in a cup. I don't remember.
Speaking of Ms. Erokan, I wrote her a haiku:
Bravo Bravo. *bows*
In other news, did I mention it was my birthday?
The parental units came up this weekend for some exciting Chico fun and left yesterday morning. I got lots of good food out of it and had a good time, especially since I got another new pair of sandals...too bad it's pouring.
In Chico, when it rains, it pours for days. Today we're going on like day 9 of rain. Grrrrr. It's going to rain for the rest of my life.
One of these mornings, we're not going to wake up.
And if we do, we're going to have some kind of nifty disease, which will kill us.
Therefore I'm writing a letter.
Dear Mr. President,
If you piss off the Iraqi folks and they drop lovely chemical bombs on us, can we (or those still alive) sue you (assuming you're still alive)?
If you piss off the Iraqi folks and they nuke the planet, will the Democrats be able to say "I told you so" when man re-evolves?
Have you ever thought about getting plastic surgery for your ears?
--
Kelly Imoto
Ethnic Chameleon
The 9-1-1 call made by Adrian Heideman's Pi Kappa Phi brothers on Oct. 7, 2000 in hopes they could save his life is going to be posted for the world to hear on The Orion Web site. on Wednesday, Feb. 14.
You can hear them counting the chest compressions for CPR.
You can hear them screaming.
You can hear fear.
Sensationalism? I think so. Shock value? Yep.
Do I agree with it? Not entirely. I think the online folks are desperate to put some "added value" to the Online Orion and are grasping at anything that sounds and looks good.
It will be there tomorrow when the Issue 4 comes out.
I've already heard the tape, which was disturbing to listen to, but just the fact that there are lots of people who are pushing for this to happen bothers me. Ugh, I hate being bothered. I hope, if I ever die, the 9-1-1 call by whomever finds me first isn't online for people to hear.
I almost think it's unethical as Chico State's student-run newspaper. If the E-R wants to publish it, they can go right on ahead...
I mean, think about it - Heideman is already dead (he suffocated on his vomit...just one of those things that happens with a .37 blood alcohol level), and he's in the same room as the caller. The recording just puts the public one step closer to the inside of the Pi Kappa Phi basement.
Great Valentine's Day present for the Heideman family, I'm sure...
This week, in Time Magazine, Joel Stein's article is about his visit to Chico State last week as a "distinguished professor." It's a pretty funny column, seeming as he totally BAGS on Public Relations. Some of the Orion staffers have decided that this drawing that is in the center of the column is me, because of the black hair and the fact that Joel Stein is pointing the words, "Dating distinguished professors." (I kinda made a big deal after our Ethics class, which is mentioned in the story btw, about how he was hot and then I emailed Lyn about it and well, I'm sure it got around. And if you think really hard, the cartoon is a bit of an ethical issue of itself.) Anyways, pick it up at your local newstand, it's worth a read...or just click here.
That's the sound my poor little stomach is making right now cuz it's hungry.
I'm bored too. I've done the majority of my homework; I've even done a paper that's not due for another 5 weeks (I'm an over achiever now.)
From my bedroom window, I can see the porch of our old apartment. Right now, there's some drunk guy sitting outside with a pal of his trying to start a fight with a guy who's walking away from him because he's sober. The vocabulary of the drunk guy is just incredible. He only knows four words: MF'er, biotch, kill, and you. You can arrange those words quite nicely and make lots of interesting sentences that make you feel all bad and tough. I'd record it for you, but his friend just told him that he ought to go try to pee in the toilet instead of in their roommates houseplant.
I was so over Joel Stein by around 11am yesterday. I have come to the conclusion that he may be witty and intelligent, but he's not someone I'd actually want to hang out with. Don't get me wrong, he's a nice guy, but I think it's his shoes with the gold stripe up the back. They're those slip on hiking-like shoes and they just did not go with anything he was wearing. Oh, and his girlfriend - she looks like one of those models in those perfume ads in Cosmo where they're 5'10'', 100lbs and look strung out. Granted, she seemed nice and all, but man, have a steak or something. I guess I was throwing dirty looks at her during critique. I didn't mean to, honest, just one of those natural things women do when my left leg weighs more than she does...
In other news, Germans do like David Hasselhoff, but not everyone. I think I'm going to wander around Chico and find a used copy of one of his cd's just so I can say I have a David Hasselhoff cd.
Also, did you know that German Chocolate Cake is not from Germany? It's named after chocolate used in the cake. Pshaw, I just learned that. OK, so I'm an idiot, thanks.
Thursdays are the worst days for me. Not only do I have two classes, I have to work these two shifts that are so odd. One of them is from 3-5, which means I have to wait around after class for an hour, and then the other is 8-midnight with Marc, which is better than the 3-5 one. I doubt I'll get much done since Marc will try to cut my hair or fling spitwads in my direction...grrr frat boys.
I could probably go on and on about this man, but I'm over the entire "he's soooooo hot" thing. Click on that link, it's really funny.
Dr. Lepre, who was my magazine writing professor last semester, shared an office with Joel Stein while they worked at Martha Stewert Living Magazine. They became good friends and hung out together, but then she dropped him when she started dating her now-husband. He wrote a magazine article for Jane about it and her entire family saw it and our class read it and we all walked away from that day of class thinking she was a total biotch (She really isn't; she's really cool.) Just thought I'd add that little tidbit in.
Anyhow, I'm tired, I have to work at 7:30 am, and I'm poor. So what's new...
OH MAH GAWD. HE'S SO HOT! LANEY AND I DROOLED ALL OVER HIM FOR AN HOUR AND I'M STILL DROOOOOOLING.
"I WONDER IF LYN, OUR MAGAZINE PROFESSOR FROM LAST YEAR, HAS HAD SEX WITH HIM." - LANEY EROKAN
Let's see...Joel Stein, a Time magazine columnist, is coming to Chico today and will be visiting the Orion around 3pm. Tomorrow he's critiquing the paper and his girlfriend, who's a photographer, will be critiquing pictures. Not only did I do the Calendar this week, I just HAD to get myself talked into writing a story and taking 2 photos. I hope I don't get ripped on; I hate getting ripped on. Maybe he won't even notice my story and the photos and he'll just say, "That's a lovely Calendar you guys have..." and leave me alone.
I'm in search of some great Katharine Harris photos. Got some? Gimmie gimmie
I'm sleepy.
But I have to work until 8pm. And then, because I promised someone, I have to take some stooooopid photos of people walking into the dorms and checking in between 12am and 2am...sigh.
In other news, Joe Locey is a nerd.
Twenty more days until I turn 22. Scary, huh? I'm sooooooo olddddd.
Today is Karin's birthday, if I remember correctly. She's a whoppin 23. Next year, I'll be 23. Scary, huh?
Hey, don't be a chicken. Tell me who you are and why you visit here so darn often.
President WHO?
Flawless Leader
Four year olds bash each other in boxing matches.
Free wake-up calls.
Just dropping by to say Hi.
The top story of the Chico Enterprise-Record at the beginning of the week was about how the mother of Jesse Jackson's child is a graduate of Chico State. Click Here for the story.
Here is one more reason why Visalia sucks. Yes, it indeed does if you're not over 40 and forced to live there because of your job. Click here for the George Loomis case update.
In case you don't know who George Loomis is, he was a gay student at Golden West High School (I'm ashamed to say I graduated from there) that was harassed by a certain Spanish (Sr. Garcia) teacher, which prompted students to do the same, and then was forced out of school (into independent study) as his punishment for being gay. It's funny how a teacher can call a student a faggot and it's OK, but if a male student calls a female student a "B*tch" because she won't stop kicking his desk, he gets suspended for a few days.(Yes, that really happened - 1997, I think.) I don't think someone could pay me enough to live in that piece of crap of a town.
LOL speaking of the Visalia Times-Delta, their copyeditors suck. They mispelled my friend's dad's name wrong. Can you find it? It's at the end. You'd think that since they print his name like twice a week, they'd catch on how to spell it. In journalism classes, you get a big fat F (F stands for FIRED) if you mispell a name. Tsk tsk...
OK, now you may read on about a future stalker...
Every morning this week I've been up either before or at 7:30 am.
Don't you feel sorry for me? (that's a rhetorical question - don't answer it)
It's been raining continuously for the last few days, which means lots of pretty snow in Tahoe. I switched shifts with someone so I could go boarding on Sunday again before I get overwhelmed with school. I also stayed late yesterday and finished the majority of the calendar for next week so I won't miss deadline or anything. /so applause.wav
On Wednesday, I got my first official complaint on my copyediting. This guy, who, last semester, was deemed to be a future stalker and perhaps rapist (he made comments at the Orion cocktail party that were just wrong and sick and I wasn't the only one who was witness to it), decided to tell the entire class at critique that the person who edited his story took out all of his hard work and made the story suck. He went on and on about how he went "out of his way" to make sure 5 names were spelled correctly and blahblahblah (insert diarreah of the mouth and crackbaby logic.)
Well, I cut those damn names. They were annoying and not necessary and would have been cut in the final edit because the story didn't fit. Here's the published version of the story. The paragraph in question is towards the end.
For the record, this is how the paragrah went:
"Soandsoteamcaptian said that this years rookies on the roller hockey team have been good. Over half the team is rookies. The rookies are: BLAHBLAHBALHBALHBLAHBALHBHCRAPCRAPBORINGBORINGBLAHBLAHFIVENAMES."
Then he went on about another paragraph that was cut at the beginning, but that was not me, therefore I cannot comment.
What was so funny was that he kept saying "he went out of his way" and that his "hard work" was being ruined and how his story was crap because of those who edited it. You know, as a reporter, it's your job to make sure names are right. Your job is to go out of your way to get interviews and whatnot to make your story complete. If you wanted to list every person on that rollerhockey team, then perhaps you should have asked that a roster be printed in a seperate box, even though it probably wouldn't have run since no other team gets a roster list published. (I am, in no way, saying the roller hockey team is dumb or unworthy of coverage.)
He's going to get a verbal slashing from a line of people who are already bothered by his presence if he decides to bring it up at the Orion party. He looks so innocent on the outside, but let me tell you, there are some crucial chromosomes and brain components that are missing on that boy. You know how some people say things or do things just to fit in or be accepted? Well, that would be this guy. I bet he has plastic explosives in his room and he builds bombs and sells in ammo magazines.
I bet he's the one that types in "Chico State Nudes" at Google and ends up here twice a day, hoping that I'll update it with something "good."
Excuse me, but I just broke a nail. Where's my file, darnit?
I need another year.
I have a list of about 7 classes I'd love to take and I'd also like to be a linguistic minor. It's much more interesting than being an English minor. I'm taking 2 linguistic classes (Principles of language and Semantics) and although they seem really tough, they're really interesting. Tonight, the teacher was talking about how and why we use the words "more" and the suffix "er". For example, you'd say "My brother is taller than I," rather than, "My brother is more tall than I." And you would say "My brother is more intelligent than I," rather than "My brother is intelligenter than I." Well, she went on to say that words with 1 syllable get the "er" suffix and words with more than 1 get "more." Well, that doesn't work with the word, "fun" because "funner" isn't a word. So, I brought it up because it was bugging me and she was like, "It's a word to me, we just haven't gotten around to making it official." And then started to blame me for wanting to make her seem dumb or something.
It's not rare to see me challenge something. Earlier today, in my semantics class, the teacher, a Chinese man who just cracks me up, was saying that if I can challenge a teacher and win, then I should find another teacher. Well, later on, she did apologize to me and said I was correct, so I guess I should find another teacher. The only problem is that the only other person that teaches it is my semantics teacher and I really don't want to hear about how he'd rather go to a linguistics class rather than traffic school (he likes to speed and he's got a ton of tickets, or so he says... oh and he likes linguisitcs more than his wife).
My ethics class will be fun because it's half PR students and half News-Ed. I walked in late because it's the only day you can walk in late and of course I get the silent "woohooooo Kelly's in this class" cheer when everyone turns their heads to see who's the fool that is late. I'm excited because I want to make an arguement as to why Public Relations is NOT journalism. I won't explain here as to why, but I think it'll be fun.
Hmm, what else... Oh, I think it's funny that I make more money working at the library than people with degrees do.
Speaking of the library, I went in today and I basically made it clear that I want more hours, so he gave them to me, which really surprised me because I figured he would just tell me to find another job. So now instead of having 9 hours, I have about 15 for the temp schedule, which is much better.
I'll write more later, I'm sleepy.
It's sad to see people who are drunk before 9am. It's even more pathetic is when they do it all the time and they think it's fun. It's even more truely pathetic when they expect their friends to put up with it and think it's OK.
Just my random thought of the morning, it has no reference to anyone or anything.
I travelled up to Tahoe where I spent the majority of today zooming down the runs and dodging kids on skis. I only had 1 fall that knocked the wind out of me, rather than many little falls that cause me to bruise and ache forever.
My fall consisted of me flying down Mt. Judah and I caught the front edge and was flown forward onto my face and chest, causing me to cough and be stunned for about two seconds. When I got up, I realized my hat was no longer on my head and all I could see was white. Because all I could see was white, I figured my lens had popped out of my glasses and that I should find them, so I took them off and looked around and didnt see them, but then looked down at my glasses and noticed they were covered with snow. After realizing those were OK, I plopped down in the snow where I felt my chest aching and I just didn't want to move. LeeAnn just laughed at me, which I did not find amusing, but she later did admit that I seemed dazed and she claims to have seen stars flying around my head.
Howver, I have 1 bruise on my left knee, but I think I walked away from Sugar Bowl with the least amount of injuries. It seemed everyone had bruised their tailbone in some manner, and I don't think I did that since I don't recall falling back (lucky me). I just have the usual windburn and whatnot and YES MOM, I WORE A HAT TO PROTECT MY FACE. However, it kept flying off my head cuz I was going too fast - I tightened it several times throughout the day.
Oh, and we ran into Kelly (former roommate) and her family. That was interesting.
Tonight I went into the Orion and if I want, I could go up with one of the sports writers and get a free lift ticket just to get my 'snowboarding' opinion of the resort. Not bad, not bad. I may just do it if I get my stuff done.
Oh dear, what has Britney gotten her face into? What the heck has she been chewin on?
This photo has been haunting the Orion newsroom for 16 weeks and today it came down. (yes, you can click on them to see a somewhat larger version.) No more. The majority of the staffers are women, therefore all of the pictures hanging will be of men. Ms. Spears and Ms. Aguilera have been banned. I'm sure they will greatly be missed.
On another note, what does this say about Ms. Britney? Look at these pictures and tell me what these pseudo-milk ads are really saying. One looks like she's smearing human feces on her face, and the other looks like she's flinging male um, well, yeah all over the place. Do you see a problem with todays advertising industry?