Daffodil

Me: so, why did we leave the party so early last night anyway?
Mexi: I told you this last night, you hit on the host...


Today I feel like I may be going out of my mind.


Kollin and I got a little puppy the other day because I need something to snuggle and our roommate is "allergic" to cats.


So we got a teeny tiny cute little "chihuahua" puppy (I think she's half something else) and we named her Daffodil.



She poops everywhere. So today I got her some puppy pads and some spray stuff that is supposed to make her want to pee on this pad. but no. no, now she simply pees and poops 3 inches away from it.

AND THEN, Pate (my roommate)'s dog Rodger, (yet another chuihuahua) won't stop his fucking yelling and moaning for Pate to come home. So I just locked him in the closet in hopes it will muffle the noise and maybe not wake Kollin up.

Success! It muffles the noise nicely. I can kind of still hear it if I really try, but Kollin is safe from noise.



On another note, I used bleach for the first time today and I think I did ok...I suppose I will be able to tell more when the clothes are dry.



I have two bananas that are about to go bad and I don't want to throw them away, I need a banana cookie recipe that only calls for two bananas or something.

Oh shit. Rodger got louder, I wonder if he figured his way out. Shit.

Game

Mexi: damn...I have lost my game
Me: holy crap me too...when did we become so desperate?
Mexi: damn, I don't know

So I am sitting here on my couch eating spaghettios thinking about all the things I really should be doing, and attempting to do some of them until I realize I really would rather sit here and watch "He's just not that into you" for the 30th time. Then I remembered about the 14 million blogs I have that I can never remember the passwords to.
and here we are.

I'm stuck at home alone tonight as holmes is working nights and the roommate is spending the evening with the flavor of the week.
Therefore, this should mean I should be stepping up to my womanly duties and finish the laundry, clean the bathroom and tend to the kitchen as well as preparing tomorrow night's crockpot dinner. This translates into spaghettios, blogging and tv.

<3

poop

Mexi: ....NO NO NO Girls do Not poop!!
*pause*
Kollin: Well, if girls don't poop *points to me* then there's something wrong with her.

Hippie Goldfish

"Hippie" guy: I'm more of a hippie in that I do more shrooms that more acid
Girl: Oh! So are you a Vegan?
"Hippie" guy: No, I'm Aquarius.


*Whilst picking up some Goldfish crackers*
Frank: Oh, my wallet and my cell phone don't fit in the same pocket because my pants are so tight.
Me: Maybe you should lay off the Goldfish.
Frank: Maybe I should just get bigger pants.

Bugs

*Kollin smacks me on the arm*
Me: What the fuck?
*I look down and the bug is still on my arm, dead*
Kollin: Look! I was just swatting at the bug, see?


Well, after getting pretty drunk at the Bazaar Sunday, I realized that I have a small sunburn on my shoulders.
Gay.
Well, this is the last week before finals and I dont know how well I did this semester. I think I pulled out of here with mostly C's.
Thats what I get for not studying like I should have been all semester.

Oh, I got a lab bill in the mail today, and it was due like two weeks ago. Please tell me why I am just now receiving it in the mail?
Sauce.

Think

Jen: I really want to eat a banana split for breakfast, but I had one for dinner last night.
Mom: Drink a glass of V8.

Well, this week was rather diffcult. Tuesday a good man died. He was friends with like the whole world so it was extremely sad to find out he was gone.

I spent most of the week trying to make the man feel better, but obviously, the one thing that would make it alright is impossible.

Ive never been good at consoling people, but apparently I do a pretty good job, because last night he was so upset and wanting me there that Rabb called at 3:30 in the morning, and of course, I came right over.

Its so wierd how you can be fine one moment and the next moment, you're a part of some huge disaster. It makes you think about how you really should just say fuck it and live life to the fullest, that and you dont know who youve touched just by being alive.

It makes me think about myself as a person. I mean, I can be the biggest bitch and Ive got some serious flaws and I complain a lot about things that really dont matter. But If I died tomorrow, is that what people would remember?
It makes me think twice about saying "no" and in a way I feel like I need to call that friend back, just in case its the last time I can.
I sucks that things like this are what opens people's eyes, and I think its really shitty that things like this are what people need to realize things about themselves.
As much as we all question "Why him?", we need to sit back and think..."What can I learn from this?"
Its possible that everyone who passes away leaves a message for everyone around them.
So what did I get out of this besides the loss of a great man and a crowd of grieving friends?
Something I rarely do.

Always check your blind spot.

Thats how Im looking at this. And even as I say this, I think to myself "What the hell did I have to learn from the deaths of Leonard Cruz and Gino?"
I guess some things are best left unexplained.

loews, anyone?

Jen: I cant believe I need a shopping cart in Loews.
Me: I cant believe Im at Loews.


Well, there was a HUGE DOUCHE who took up two parking spaces, so I wrote a note that said "You Are A DOUCHE"
and put it under his windshield wiper.

I hope he found it that jackass.