Friday, January 28, 2005

I got my monthly pedicure today, and I love my new color of polish. Well, maybe I love the name of the polish more than the actual color, although the shade is pretty awesome. It's called Kinky in Helsinki. It's part of the OPI European Collection. And looking on that page, I'm now kind of sad that I didn't choose "Mmm...Vould You Like a Lick-tenstein". It sounds naughtier than what I did choose.

I'm not quite sure how I feel about this semester's classes. So far all of the lectures have pretty much been vocabulary lessons. That's fine, I guess, but I want to learn about how things work. Lectures are pretty boring right now, but it is only the first full week I finished today. I'll give it some time. I miss microbiology and math, though. (I never thought I'd say that about math!)

Thursday, January 27, 2005

Junit: Knock Knock
Son: Who's there?
Junit: I'm a pile up
Son: I'm a pile up who? (you may need to say that part out loud)
Son: idiot.

Wednesday, January 26, 2005

In case you're wondering, Tori Amos has a new album that will be released on February 22nd. As part of the "Tori's crazy fan street team", I've streamed in her new song, "Sleeps With Butterflies". Because, as you know, I'm a little um...extreme in my devotion to her. Okay, I'm not THAT extreme. I don't follow her all over the planet like some people, although, if I had the resources, it is possible that I would be that fanatical.

There is a funny trend that girls (preppy girls, to be more specific) here in the South take part in. Going to school out West and various other places, I had forgotten about it. Being back at school here, I'm reminded of it everyday. I'm not reminded of it, really, because I actually SEE it. Girls in the South (preppy girls, remember, not just backwoods girls) wear camouflage as FASHION! They were t-shirts, jackets, ball-caps, pants, boots, backpacks, gloves...anything that is camouflage. They don't wear them all at the same time, but it is still weird to me. Girls who I'm sure have never picked up a gun in their life and who gripe everytime their daddy kills Bambi are wearing camo.

But it's not just the camo that I find offensive. It's what is done to it to make it "girly". I saw a sorority girl walking around today in a t-shirt advertising the type of "greek" she is. Her t-shirt was camouflage with PINK. LETTERS! PINK! ON CAMOUFLAGE! I am outraged by this. And if I'm outraged, men everywhere should start a revolt because they are crazy, spittin' mad that women have desecrated their very manly clothes that go with a very manly ritual of killing and eating their kill. It's bad enough that women watch football, and we choose teams according to the "pretty colors" of their uniforms (You notice I said, "we", this time. I do comment on colors.) and by who has the nicest butts. Now they have to deal with women slapping some pink on THEIR clothes.

And if I were an alumna of LSU, I would be fiercely opposed to the sunvisor I saw today. YES! It was camouflage...with PINK LSU. It's just not right, I tell you. And it's really not right when a girl wears a camouflage sweatshirt and a Budweiser cap. God, am I really back in the South?

I was getting ready for a dinner I had tonight when I looked into my scarf drawer and was slapped in the face by what I saw. I need to admit something to you all. I do own and wear a camouflage bandana that says "Madonna: Drowned World Tour 2001". It has gold glitter on it. However, I must say that I DO NOT wear it as fashion. I wear it when I'm driving with my windows down or to keep my hair back while working in laboratories. So I think that that is not as bad as...JUST SHUT UP!

Wednesday, January 12, 2005

I've been going to my dad's office a lot lately because his computer has a ton of space on it and can handle my library of CDs so I can load them onto my iPod. I usually do that the last few hours of the business day.

Yesterday, I went to lunch with Connie and Jamie so that we could have our long-needed Dianne-bashing session. They told me that I have to go up to the office everyday to play with my iPod because that's just about to wear Dianne out. They say she goes up front to bitch about it every time I'm up there.

Now, tell me, internet, would it be okay for me to tell her to kiss my ass, or would that cause more problems? I want to tell her so badly.

Saturday, January 08, 2005

I don't like the first quarter of the year in this part of Dixie. There's no more college football to watch. There's no baseball. I like the idea of basketball as a sport, but I just don't like to sit down and watch it unless someone I know is playing. Then I'd be all over that game, yelling, clapping, chanting, and doing other crazy fan stuff.

Last year, for example, I had two little friends playing high school basketball. I went to almost every game they played. I would cheer for them and give the refs a good ear-full. It was a lot of fun. This year one of the two is playing basketball at BYU, and the other is at BYU learning how to be rich. But this year, there's no one to watch. I'd watch Mary play at BYU, but when do BYU women's basketball games ever get televised? Never. They don't have a real presence in women's basketball.

Anyway, there's nothing to get excited about here in the Winter. If it were snowing, I'd be outside all the time sledding and, I guess, just cross-country skiing since there's no chance we'd be doing any alpine skiing. But there is no snow.

I can't wait until Spring because baseball will start, but the Braves are being dismantled...again, and I'm getting depressed again that they're going to suck in 2005. But that's what I thought last year, and they didn't suck. They just did the usual choking in the playoffs. So this year will hopefully be a repeat of last year. The only players I know anymore are Jonny Estrada and the old standards: Chipper, Andruw, Smoltz, and Franco. The Braves depress me. Why have I been a fan since the womb?!

Um...what else? Reasons to love the Winter here? Mardi Gras, um..., that's it. Mardi Gras. I'm having a fun day today.

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Do you know what happens when you eat a cake that has an entire bottle of red food coloring dumped into it? It shows up later...and it's freaky when it does. But, dang, that cake was good! Or maybe the boll weevils have hatched and have attacked my intestine. Either way, the results were weird.

Thursday, January 06, 2005

This afternoon, I was in my dad's office (his actual office that holds his desk and chair and things) loading songs onto my iPod. He came in to eat an apple, and while slicing it, he asked me what I was thinking when I wrote the email ("Carrie's Anti-resolutions - 2005"...I sent that as an email to some friends). I told him that it's what I felt like writing and that it was how I felt about DD. According to my mom, he was kind of pist that I sent it out to people. I think he wanted to say more, but I also think he knew it was pointless. The email had already been sent out, and I'm not going to apologize for it. I can't stand that woman, and if he wants me to shut up about it, then he knows what he has to do.

I have to say that I love my new toy, the iPod. Rather, I love that I finally opened up my vault of CDs today after a 30-month break from them. (That unhealthy Tori addiction is still pretty strong.) I had a major music fest this afternoon catching up on Depeche Mode, The Cure, The Go-gos, INXS, Björk, and The Smiths. It was a beautiful afternoon.

Tuesday, January 04, 2005

I have not done much to defend my "Granddaughter of the Year" title yet this new year. I know it's still early, but I've just gotten a tongue-lashing for recently coming in repeatedly late, or early depending on how you look at it. This morning I got home at 5:35, and g-ma was pretty mad. I feel a little badly because all I have to do really is pick up the phone and tell her where I am so she doesn't have to worry. My defense is that I'm always with the same people at the same house doing the same thing, and she should know that by now. But we've got to be serious! A new season of Alias starts tomorrow, and we've only just finished watching the first season. We've got two more to go before I can start on season four. Desperate times call for desperate measures, and we are going to have to pull a few all-nighters to prepare ourselves for Wednesday night.

Monday, January 03, 2005

I was at the Broussard's house tonight, and we were bored. So we started cooking and concocting stuff in the kitchen. Marion focused on her shrimp creole, which I must say was out of this world! It was so delicious. EA and I worried about what to do with the almost overripe avocados sitting on the counter. So we made guacamole. We patted ourselves on the back because it, too, was amazing. Yeah, we ate guacamole and chips as an appetizer for shrimp creole. So what?

So EA and I cut up and slightly mashed three avocados. We put almost 1/3 of a can of Rotel tomatoes in it with the juice of one lemon, some chopped onion, and salt. We were eating it and were pretty proud of it when Marion came over to try it. She brought Tony Chachere's and Harry T's seasoning salts. It was GROSS with Tony's and after that, I didn't even want to test Harry T's on it. But I did. And that. was. the. key. ingredient. It was so delicious. A few more people came over, and we wiped out that bowl in no time. We were so excited about this new discovery. We sat and relished how good it tasted in our guacamole. I mean, we talked about it for minutes!

Later on while Marion was stirring her shrimp creole, EA was playing with the can of Harry T's seasoning salt, like, she was taking the lid off and stuff. And pretty soon, she said, "Um...I'm pretty sure there are bugs in here." So I looked in, and there were holes in the layer of, tunnel holes. And as I focused in on the stuff, I saw them. I saw the weevils moving about in there. I pulled out a clump of seasoning and broke it down, and there were a bunch of larvae in there...just squirming around in the seasoning salt. And I though of how maybe there are now little weevil eggs in my stomach. I haven't yet decided whether that is cool or gross. All Marion could say was that she was wondering why it didn't have it's usual kick. But the shrimp creole was really good.

Sunday, January 02, 2005

Two thousand four was almost completely uneventful. It’s not that my year was boring. It was an emotional year for me, and by emotional, I do not mean that I cried a lot. I do not cry…very often. I mean that some people did certain things that caused me to fill with raging anger and, um…hate. (That’s a positive word when it comes to these folks.) I was happy during 95% of 2004; don’t get me wrong. I’m a happy individual. I go with the flow. I surround myself with people who make me laugh and lift my spirits. I don’t like to feel sad and angry, and quite frankly, you wouldn’t like me when I’m angry.

So this year, this new year, this 2005 (I just realized that I now get to use a new finger when typing the year.), I have made a list, but this is not a list of normal resolutions that EVERYONE makes. Sure, I want to change the way I eat, have a meaningful workout at least 3 times a week, serve people more unfortunate than I, be less cynical, blah, blah, blah, but this would be a boring email if that’s the kind of junk I was writing. EVERYONE. ALWAYS. has those goals. My list, though, is entitled “Carrie’s Anti-resolutions – 2005”. So, here we go.

1. Limit contact with Double D to twice a month. (She is my dad’s office manager, and she is the nastiest garbage-dump of a person I know. She’s rude and disgusting, and I cannot always avoid her when going to my dad’s office.)

2. Force Double D to quit. (My dad has issues with change or something and won’t fire her, but she must go.)

3. Throw a huge party when she leaves for good.

4. Send her a consolation gift of good-smelling soaps, deodorants, lotions, laundry detergents, FDS, and other hygienic products donated to me because I would never spend money on her. I will also include a guide to good etiquette and public behavior.

5. Flip her off every time I see her on the road after she quits.

6. I will not hurt Dr. Chemistry professor with all of the fun things I get to play with in chemistry lab. I won’t even think about the possibilities, but right now, what’s going through my head is disturbingly amusing.

7. I will not leave a hive of B’s…I mean…bees in his office.

8. I will just let him die a horribly painful death from lung cancer because he is a living, walking, burning cigarette.

9. A little less conversation, a little more action.

10. I will add at least two more TV shows to the list of shows I’ve already been watching.

“2004: The Angry Year” gave me not one, but two nemeses: a rotting woman who leaves stench and hate in her wake, whose very name is the reason why world peace is not an option; and a professor who gets off on beating up on the little kids. This year will bring peace to my angry heart because I refuse to deal with those two people. I’m sure I will still see Dr. Findley in the halls or in chemistry labs, but I will live a hobo’s life in a box under the bridge and eat trash before I take another lab that he is affiliated with.

Good-bye, 2004. Take the dirt bags with you. But please leave Chemistry Boys 1, 2, and 3. I have that anti-resolution 9 to work on.