MMMMMM I love finding fun things in my fast food.
I'd like to give props to those fine lookin' folks of Lyn Lepre's 9am M/W magazine writing class - this morning was a riot, thanks for the fun.
| Give me Oolong or give me death |
I ran home for 3 minutes to grab something to eat and guess what. THE HEATER WAS ON. And guess what the temperature in the house was. 83 degrees. THAT'S SHORTS WEATHER. I'm more than pissed about this. TWICE in one day, I've come home and the heater was on and it was no where near cold and both times I turned it off.
For the last time, I CANNOT AFFORD TO HAVE THE HEATER ON EVERY F*CKING SECOND OF THE DAY. IF YOU'RE COLD, PUT SOME CLOTHES ON. IF YOU'RE COLD WHEN YOU GO TO BED, BUY A $30 ELECTRIC BLANKET OR PUT MORE THAN A SHEET ON YOUR BED.
Can you tell I'm pissed? My roommates, specifically the two females that were home, seem to think I'm made of money and can afford to pay the Gas/Electric Company to pretend it's summer in our house.
From this day forth, if I come home and the heater is on and the temperature in the house causes me to break out in a sweat, I will only pay half of the gas bill. If you have a problem with this, turn the heater off or tell someone that cares.
I bet $100 that when I get home at midnight, the heater will be on, which will enrage me more and then I'll have to write nasty letters on that stupid erase board. ARGH
It's nice to see you've made it home safely. Welcome back.
Yes, it's a bit cold outside, however, if you put on a sweater or a coat, it's fine. The people in this townhouse still insist on running the heater eventhough it's 82 degrees in the house (I'm not kidding). I just turned it off about 10 minutes ago. For the record, I'm wearing a tank top and pajama pants and the vent to my room has been closed for the past week and yet, I am not cold or near chilly. (Yes, I do get cold, but I'm not willing to pay $20 a day to feel a bit warmer when I can put on a sweater or use an extra blanket for free.) If I continue to come home late at night and find the heater still on eventhough it's no where near cold or freezing in this house, I'm going to only pay half of my share of the PG&E bill. I mean, before I turned it off tonight, I was sweating and I was wearing jeans and a thin, long sleeved shirt. I'm glad whoever keeps turning it on can afford it, so they can pay my part of the bill since my vent is closed. I think this is fair. If you have a problem with it, send me money.
Julie made me laugh tonight. She said she loves the way I report stories because I'm nonchalant about everything when I talk to people and I'm good at hiding what I know. Hmm...interesting.
This morning after magazine class, I gracefully punctured my right index finger while trying to remove a lift ticket from my coat. It hurts to write, it hurts to type and it's a big hole in my finger. Boohoo.
Tomorrow will be the usual early Tuesday morning. I'm going to pray to whatever Gods above that the lawyer I'd like to interview is in his office or will be before 2pm. Had I had time today, I would have called, but of course, I had to be busy.
I have successfully bitten all of my nails off. Applause, applause.
I'm tired. I'm cranky. I'm getting up early again tomorrow. Goodnight.
After getting 4 hours of sleep, LeeAnn, Tammi and I went to Boreal in Tahoe and went boarding for about six hours. I spent the majority of the time dodging the millions of beginning boarders and skiers who spent their time sitting on their butts or falling. (Granted, I fall, but at least I get out of the way). When I say there were a million people there, I'm not kidding. There were people EVERYWHERE. It was really annoying. The morning was OK, but by the time we were done eating lunch, the lift lines were miles long and the runs were hard as a rock and icy. Needless to say that I fell and now I have some lovely bruises on my knees, mostly on my right knee since I skidded down the side of one of the mountains after trying to not hit someone else who falling down the mountain. (I'm not kidding when I say, "falling down the mountain.")
At this precise moment in time, I'd say it's a bit passed 11pm, I have barely any control of the muscles in my hand. I cannot sign my name because the pen just falls right out of my hand when I try to sign something, I can barely type and the muscles in my biceps and triceps are spasming anytime I move them. The joys of being out of shape. Let's rejoice in the fact that I've maxed out on the number of ibuprofens I can take in a day. Let's also rejoice in the fact that I will not be able to move my neck in the morning, let alone my thighs (I could feel them burning during the 5 minutes it took me to get from the top to the bottom).
I'm off to bed. I deserve it.
Hewlett Packard will be sending me a new tower in about a week. It only took like an hour of phone calls and 9 months to get. My computer has learned the new hobby of turning itself off and rebooting (before it would just reboot). I want to say that the fan doesn't work and my computer is overheating, but I don't care. HP is sending me a new one. Yay! I hope this new one comes with a brand new warranty...
"Anytime I see something screech across a room and latch onto someone's neck, and the guy screams and tries to get it off, I have to laugh, because what is that thing?"
If you haven't seen the movie, "Best in Show" yet, what are you waiting for? Get off your Metabolife and Xenadrine butts and go.
He's back. Tilt your heads to the right and watch this video of the Britney Spears impersonator.
Yeah that's right, Tyler and I would like to see a return from Young MC. We'd like to bustamove to his beats again. Instead, Tyler and I will bustamove in the livingroom. Oh, and Mrs. Stephenson, Karin wants some garden gnomes.
Boy you say you got a girl. Yeah it's true you've got a man. But the party ain't going to stop so let's make it hot, hot.
Nobody go crazy when I'm banging on my boogie I'm the, king of the bongo...
You don't bring me flowers, you don't sing me love songs. You hardly talk to me anymore, when I come through the door at the end of the day. I remember when you couldn't wait to love me. You used to hate to leave me. Now after loving me late at night. When it's good for you babe, and you're feeling alright. Well you just roll over, and turn out the lights...
All I can say is that the Velvet Underground is great, when I'm sitting watching puddles gather rain. And all I can do is just pour some tea for two and maybe speak my point of view but it's not sane...
Do you like American music? I like American music. Don't you like American music, baybeeeeee. I want you to hold me. I want your arms around me. I want you to hold me, baybeeeeee.
Let this groove, get ya to move. It's alright.
Hey You, get into my car. Who me? Yes you. Get into my car.
..Never thought I would find love so sweet. Never thought I would meet someone like you. Well now I've found you and I tell you no lies...now show me love.
You and me, we have an opportunity. And we could make it something really cool. But you, you think I'm not that kinda girl, I'm here to tell ya, baby, I know how to rock your world. Don't think I'm not that strong. I'm the one who'll take you home. Don't underestimate me boy, I'll make you sorry you were born...
The chills that you spill up my back, keep me filled with satifaction when we're done...
Goddess on the mountain top, running like a silver flame. Summit of beauty and love, and Venus was her name.
Gotta steal from the rich, when they don't know I'm comin. Gotta give to the poor, no time for lovin. My oh my, don't you cry, cuz there's no way I'm stayin. I will leave, say bye bye, goin my way...
I'd like to take this time to apologize to all of the horny males that come and visit here looking for pornography and only find me.
Anyway, Tyler is home now and we took an hour and a half out of our lives to terrorize the Visalia Mall tonight. Tomorrow we're going back and we're going to get some of our terrorizing on video after we see a movie. More to come...
Chico State nude girls
Party nude Chico
Assyrian grammar
Murphy Brown pictures
Martin Luther King Jr.'s speech
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Also, Mr. Joe Placebo is bored at work. Do the world a favor and send him mail
I had something else that was funny to say here, but I forgot. (big surprise)
I'm drinking ruby red grapefruit juice and airpopped popcorn.
The neighbor boys didn't get their butts kicked. Boo.
I forgot to report that lastnight I beat Jaime and Rene (they were a team) in a game of Scrabble, 195-253. Rene is bitter about it and refuses to admit defeat. There will be a rematch sometime soon.
Also, yesterday my family and the Wehmueller family (Becky and her parents) went to Kevin Davis's recital. He did a good job. There were a lot of people there tho, most of whom I didn't know. I expected to see more Golden West people there, but Becky and I were the only ones. Our parents just sat there and gossiped about the school board and about people Becky and I went to school with while we did the same, just not with our parents.
ATTN: Mrs. Stephenson - For Christmas, Karin wants a lot of garden gnomes. She's serious. I'll post reminders here until Christmas because she really wants some garden gnomes. :)
Lastnight when I got home, someone asked me how full our fridge was (There's a picture of it after Christmas in the Christmas 99 pictures) before a holiday. Click Here for the fridge 11.18.00 picture.
After looking at this picture, you'll wonder, "Why is Mrs. Imoto going shopping? The Imoto family has enough food to feed a small country." I don't know why we need more food and I'm not sure what she's shopping for. Maybe she's going to Vons (I'd also like to add that Vons is on the other side of town; a 7-minute drive down Hwy 198) specifically to get me a bagel. Who knows.
Since I've been home, I've watched TV because that's something I never have time to do. Right now I'm watching the Crocodile Hunter on the Animal Planet channel. He's giving elephants baths. I need to shower. I don't have bedhead, but I need to shower nonetheless.
Goonies is on too (TBS). It's almost over though. Just thought I'd share
Let's see, Sunday I'm going to Kevin Davis's bass clarinet recital, Then Monday, Tuesday, and Wednesday I'm free to do homework (yippeee). Thursday I'm stuffing myself like a turkey, and Friday I'm driving back up here so I can go snowboarding on Saturday with LeeAnn and Tammi. I have a feeling this week is going to go by fast. But maybe it'll go by slow since I have $35.76 in my checking account...it'll be $10.51 after the PG&E check is cashed tho...argh. December 4 cannot come quick enough (that's payday).
I promise, you'll enjoy it.
Anyways, so I ride to school, half frozen, and I wait. And I wait. And I wait some more. So at 9:10 am, I pick up this dandy little phone that has a sign that reads, "If you haven't been called 10 minutes after your scheduled appointment, pick up this phone." So I pick it up and I speak to this guy who tells me that I can't see this woman because it's 9:13 on his clock and it's too late. I got angry, but I politely told him that I had been waiting since 8:50 to see this woman at my scheduled 9am appointment and blah blahblah. She came out to see me about two minutes later and apologized like a million times because she can't read her appointment grid or something. Lame.
So 5 minutes later, I'm on my bike riding home. (The appointment was short and I'm not sure why someone at the freakin window couldn't have told me what to do). As I'm about to cross the railroad tracks to get home, a train comes. Most trains are fairly short and fast, but not this one. Noooooo, it's about two hundred cars long and going at about 5 mph. I sat there at the crossing for 10 minutes. Good Lord.
Today, Dave (Orion Advisor) expressed his views on Florida's Sec. of State, Katherine Harris. He said he "hated" her and that she wore too much makeup. Talk about hilarious. He was like, "Why can't she just look natural?" And he got all riled up and excited. It was really a show. He did take the makeup comment back though, but it was one of those moments I was glad I was around for.
Back to the praying bit though. I suppose if I prayed for 24 straight hours that Al Gore be elected, do you think God would listen to me? Frankly, I dont think God really cares who is president of the United States. Bill Maher wondered if God counts prayers like ballots, seperating them into piles and he addreses the largest piles first. I wonder which pile is bigger, the one for world peace or George W. Bush's...
Farm City - Bunch of Ag people get together. Probably my worst story yet, but someone seemed to like it.
Former Butte College student stands trial - The story I researched, made long distance phone calls, and wrote in the wee hours of Tuesday morning. (and mostly Tuesday afternoon after deadline...heh)
Student goes the extra smile - This is the column from my favorite person in the whole wide world (exaggeration), Mr. Jory John. He's always fun to read and he's kinda cute in that naive little boy kind of way. I guess you'd have to hang out with him to notice. When I read his lead, I immediately started to count how many times he smiled and said "hi" to me last week. I counted 12. Yes, I saw him 12 times and every time he stopped to chat for at least two minutes. He even stopped to chat with me and my old roommate Kelly L. when we were talking after critique last Wednesday in Tehama Hall. He's a good kid...
Sigh...
I guess that's what we get for being a weekly.
The reason I'm up so late is because I just got done writing a story that Chico seems to be ignoring and it basically fell into my lap at about 10 p.m. Monday. It's about a Chico college student, that I'm 99.7 percent sure he's a CSUC student because someone with the same exact name as his enrolled in 1999 (I found this out by using my "source"), that was charged in 1997 ,when he was 18, with manslaughter for allegedly killing a man while skiing what witnesses claim was, uncontrollably, down Vail mountain on April 20, the last day of ski season.
The charges were dropped in 1997 because they couldn't prove that skiing too fast would end in a death, but Colorado Supreme Court ruled that the case should be retried and the trial started Monday (as in yesterday). Click Here for the Denver Rocky Mountain News story from Nov. 13.
What confuses me is that this guy is from Chico. I'm almost certain he went to one of the high schools in Chico and was on the ski team here in Chico. (I'm calling when I wake up in five hours to find out where) Chico is his hometown, therefore Chico residents should care. But they don't because no one knows. Booooooo
Once again, this new webcam is making me clean my room. There's a corner of my room that has boxes of stuff that I've yet to unpack or go through since I moved in in August. I ought to go through it, but I'm either too busy or just lazy. I suppose I'll get to it later
Now, this I wouldn't have mentioned this had I not had the following conversation with a parent:
Kelly: "Hi, my name is Kelly Imoto and I'm from the Chico State Orion and I just took a picture of your son. Is it OK if I get his name?"
Mom: "Sure! His name is Patrick Blahblahblah."
Kelly: "How old is Patrick?"
Mom: "Honey, tell this nice girl how old you are."
Patrick: "My name is Patwick and I'm fwom Chico."
Mom: (laughs) "He's four."
Kelly: "Thanks."
Mom: "When will this picture possibly be published?"
Kelly: "This upcoming Wednesday. You can pick up a copy in downtown Chico or at the university."
Mom: "Oh, I know. Do you happen to know a photographer named Kelly?"
Kelly: "Uh, yes."
Mom: "She took some great photos that were in the paper a few weeks ago. There are a lot of great photo opportunities here. They should have sent her."
Kelly: (speechless)
Mom: "What did you say your name was again?"
Kelly: "Kelly."
Mom: "Oops."
Yes, this is a true story.
These little election bits are fun to watch. Judy Woodruff is my new hero of blunders. It just goes to show how stupid Americans are and another reason for me to move to Canada. I can't imagine why either one of them wants to be president. They already know that half the country either doesn't like them or is scared of them. It's all very very interesting...
Got a letter from grandma explaining that I didn't need to buy her a card because they're too expensive to buy these days; she went on for about three paragraphs how cards used to be $0.25 "back then.") I guess grandma and grandpa have colds. They must have gotten them from church because they don't really go anywhere else...hmm
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GeoCities has been nothing but lame since Yahoo! bought it. Granted, it was lame before, but now Yahoo! has brought it to a higher level of lameness. Of course, "lame" is a pretty tame word for what I'd really like to express, but I'm being nice. However, I will start getting angry if the ftp bits dont start working again.
Speaking of, I'm looking for a new place to put my site. I've got the domain name, now I just need somewhere to put this page. Have any suggestions? Tell Me
Joe: and you heard that payne stewart's mom lost?
Kelly: no!!
Joe: yeah, so it just goes to show you
Kelly: show me what
Joe: you have to be a dead guy not a dead guy's mom
My brother and I will be fleeing the country. He said he wants to go to England, I want to go to Canada. Maybe we'll go to Russia. Hmmmmm...
Also, I forgot to tell you about the lady with the rings. One of the 7 ladies was in her early 50s and she had rings from the base of her fingers to the tip on four fingers and her two thumbs. I couldn't understand why she thought this was pretty or how she bent her fingers. Why hasn't anyone told her yet that this was just not fashionably OK? I mean, her rings were nice, seeming as she must have had about 200 of them on. I bet her hands alone weigh about 80 pounds (She was a big woman). I thought friends dont let friends wear rings like that. Someone should tell her that less is more...
Because of this, tons of my friends go unused and Chinese citizens have all kinds of STD's. It is estimated that more than 500,000 people in this country are infected with HIV. Yes, this is sad, but we need to learn and take precautions like those good American folks across the ocean. Yes, they no so much about safe sex.Right.
In other news, Z-Rock 106.7 is holding it's annual pregnant women bikini contest. In the advertisement, it shows 3 pregnant teens in bikinis. I'm sure there will be tons of women over the age of 25 there and this will be a family event.
Right.
Tomorrow I'm voting at Craig Hall in the Tahoe Room. In less than a day, George W. Bush could be president. That should scare you enough to vote. It scares me enough to want to move to Canada. Heck, I'll move to Mexico.
It's a story by Jon Miller about disabled kids coming to Chico State for "Sport's Day." He has the most wonderful beginning to it and it just about made me cry. The Orion comes out every Wednesday, so I'll be sure to link it so you can read it.
Remember that guy with the alarm that never turns off? Everyone's getting pissed about it. I've heard at least five variations of the phrase, "Turn it off, dammit," from people since I've been sitting here. Someone needs to steal his clock or at least teach him how to use it
This webcam has made me realize how much I need to clean out a certain corner of my room. Right now, there are three boxes, all of which I dont have time to go through, and my dirty clothes. For some reason, Geocities is having an ftp problem, which is why it doesn't always update. I have to do it manually with another program other than the one that usually does it automatically...grr. The camera is going back soon. I just got it to entertain myself
I guess I should fold my clean clothes before I go to work in 40 minutes. I'd do my other load (I do two loads every two weeks), but of course, the washer is full of someone elses stuff...darn.
Oh, I'm getting a new domain name. I've got a few names that I love, but I can't decided...argh
Ok folks, everyone give a loud hoot and hollar to Ms. Laney, my best journalism friend in the whole wide world. If I remember correctly, she hates this picture more than anything in the world, but I love it. This evening, Laney was kind enough to remind me that tomorrow our magazine article is due. That also reminded me that I need to write it. Well, it's written, just not saved anywhere. Plus, I have to rewrite a few bits. I guess I wasn't clear enough on what an "ethnic chameleon" is. I stumped a few white people in class with the term...surprise surprise. I dont see anyone calling Laney by her lastname. Maybe when I see her in the morning I'll yell, "What's goin on, Erokan?" I dont think it has the same effect.
I'm wearing the most comfortable pants right now. I bought them at Gottschalks last year around this time and I had totally forgotten about them until I went through my closet looking for clothes. Speaking of clothes, I have some in the dryer and I'd hate for the troll to take them out of the dryer before they're actually dry so she can throw a pair of pants in there. You know, if I were to encounter clothes in the dryer that were still damp, I'd restart it and wait for them to dry before I put my load of wet clothes in there; most people would do the same. However, the troll does not. She throws wet clothes on top of the dryer because she's RUDEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
Right now, on CSPAN, filmmaker Michael Moore is speaking at a Green Party rally in Washington DC. Well, he's more like ranting. He desperately needs a haircut. He's got wings goin on.
I will admit, this third party thing is great. It may put a total idiot in office, but it's a great start.
Ralph Nader will never be president. There are standards that American citizens and tv viewers put on what they think a president should look like. Ralph Nader does not fit into any of those, except that he may be about 10 times smarter than either of the two party candidates. My test is this: If I can't imagine him shaking hands with Boris Yeltzin without looking cheesey and stupid, he's in. I think Ralph would look good if he wore some lighter makeup under his eyes...
On a more important note, the NYC Marathon is today. I wish I could run fast. Hell, I wish I could run.
I dont wanna grow old. I dont want wrinkles. Maybe the world will come to an end before I get wrinkles...
Work is going by soooo slow. I have no choice but to do homework...pleh
Trying to figure out why there's not a new picture on the webcam? I just said I was at work, so stop pushing refresh
Look at this face. Is this not the face of sarcasm? Don't you want to just beat the crap out of this face? Click Here for the last picture that was taken of me. It may update every so often if I'm sitting here...or not
I work from 9am-2pm on Saturdays, which is no big surprise. However, the bank closes at 2pm on Saturdays...grrrrrrreaaaaaat
I work in Limited Loan, which is the also known as the Reserved Book Room where teachers put videos, cassette tapes and books on reserve for students. Basically, we get paid to sit a lot, do homework, and eat and I think other departments don't like that...well sucks for them cuz they didn't get a job here
Tonight I'm going to try to see the midnight viewing of Pink Floyd The Wall.I don't really want to go tonight since I have to work at 9am tomorrow, but Kristin wants to go, so I might...
| The Oolong has worn off |
In other news, the RidicPlayers Club team I'm on is in a 4-way tie for first, which is a vast improvement from the last two seasons. It's nice to get newbies that show up for games. Click here to check it out. Feel free to sign up for a team or check out ridiculist on one of those days when you're incredibly bored. Get off your bootie and learn how to play. I know most of you just sit on your butts and play on the Internet all day long. There's a word game also on the Talkcity server. It's a fun game, but the lag makes it almost unbearable :(
I realized lastnight around 3am that my page isn't much fun in Netscape.
Speaking of computers, mine sucks. I'm about to throw it out the window. Tomorrow has been designated as, "Call HP and get them to send me a new one" day.
| I cannot stop drinking Oolong. It is frying my brain. Help. |
In other news, Joe(Placebo) sent me some nifty pictures of him and his girlfriend in San Francisco. She's a cutey. I mean, she'd have to be for moving all the way out here with him
ADDICTING I've been playing with this for the last week. It's addicting. My lowest is 0.16...sigh
Other than that, things are OK. I need some breakfast though...
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