courtney

Friends only again!

Wed, 30 May 2007 17:18:31 GMT

I'm making my journal friends only again, so that I can talk about people without having to wonder if they will read it. If you haven't already done so, just make an LJ account and add me as a friend. You don't need to post on LJ, you will just need to sign into it to see my entries.

Jill and Janie have already done so - what are the rest of you waiting for?

For Jill

Thu, 24 May 2007 18:22:04 GMT

Hmm...so I haven't really been posting. It's not that I've been busy, cause I haven't. We have been checking out all the state parks/trails around CoMo - I actually went on a 1.5 mile hike the other day!

Vinnie saw his first turtle, yeah his FIRST. He didn't lose his turtle virginity until the age of 24. They don't have cool stuff like turtles, Steak n Shake, and humidity in Colorado.

We have been trying to eat a lot healthier, our goal is to have fish one night a week and vegetarian one night a week. Although, the original converation went like this:

V: We should have vegetarian once a night.
C: Once a night? I have to eat all my meat at breakfast and lunch?!
V: Once a WEEK.

We're not very good at being vegetarian (even for one night a week!) so if any of you vegetarians out there have some good ideas, send 'em over!

Vinnie has been skateboarding a lot, which is kind of amusing for me because it involves a lot of him almost smashing his face into various objects (usually the back of his car or the curb). He hasn't injured himself too badly yet, though, so that's good. I told him he is not allowed to break his face before the wedding!

We both love the farmer's market in KC (at the Rivermarket), so we thought we would check out the CoMo ones. The one we went SUCKED BIG BUTT. Mainly they had meat. Okay, seriously - isn't that kinda weird? The only veggies we saw were overpriced bags of spinach. The farmer's market in KC is SO CHEAP. We can get all our veggies for the week (and more) for less than $6. So I am seriously not inclined to pay $3 for one bag of spinach, even if it IS supporting local farmers and all that. I just get this feeling that I am being vitally ripped off - if it is so much more affordable in KC, why the rip off here? AND WHY ALL THE MEAT?! We are probably going to go back for some ribs at some point.

We had to de-pug the apartment after Vinnie's roomate and his pug left. It was DISGUSTING - dog hair every-fucking-where. I am NEVER getting a pet, dear god how I hate them. Don't get me wrong, I like other people's dogs (I hate all cats), but it's like kids. They are cute and fun to play with, as long as I don't have to take them home with me. AND THE HAIR. Maybe if I wasn't so deathly allergic I wouldn't have such a deep-seated hatred for house pets. (Except for cats, I just don't like cats. They are no fun and I hate how their tails feel...all bony.)

To end, I will leave you with some proof that Vinnie isn't quite as smart as he let's on:
V: What month comes before August? September?

WTF?!

Fri, 11 May 2007 22:59:09 GMT

So I get an email today saying that the Walgreens internhip starts on Monday, along with a whole laundry list of things I am supposed to have done by then. It is very clear that I have not received MANY emails and am totally out of the loop. I emailed and called the lady in charge and still haven't heard back from her - so I guess it's back to the job hunt, seeing as there is some meeting in St. Louis I have no clue about and I there is no way I can get all the other stuff done by Monday. I'm pretty pissed.

Not a good sign

Sun, 06 May 2007 13:11:31 GMT

I got to Columbia on Friday. The first thing I said when I got out of the car was "I don't wanna live here." Um, a little too late for that, eh?

I think the main problem is that I feel like my "home" is still in KC and I don't have a home here yet, I am living at Vinnie's place for the summer - which is decidedly NOT my home, or even his really, because the only room not literally filled with his roomate's stuff is his own bedroom. Thankfully, the roomate and his dog are going back to Ohio for the summer, so it will be a little better after that. Sometimes I get this anti-social thing where I would rather starve than have to go downstairs to the kitchen and make small talk.

I only needed 52/140 points on my physiology final to get a B. That should have been no problem, right? Well, I got to the final and it was like I hadn't even gone to class for the last month, or that he had sent everyone except me an email saying we needed to study some random chapter that wasn't on the syllabus. The whole first page of the test, I was seriously like "WHERE THE FUCK DID THIS COME FROM? I thought we were studying the immune system and stress...why are there eight questions about what would happen if a piano fell on my neck?!" I mean, yeah, that would be stressful, if you somehow lived through it. At least the whole thing was multiple choice, and apparently I am a damn good guesser because I got 110/140, which means I get an A for the class!

Vinnie is playing some street football video game and he keeps yelling "COME ON!" at the screen. I can't even tell what is going on, it just looks like a bunch of people running around randomly. He sure is pushing a lot of buttons on the little controller thing though. Oooh, and now he has a mad face. At least he doesn't throw the controller like my little brother does when he loses, causes then I would have to be all "If you don't appreciate your things, I'm not going to keep buying them for you. You can get a new controller when you have shown me that you are ready to take care of one. Now go to your room." Or I could do what my mom would do and say "You broke it? Do you have money for a new one? No? Too bad!" (But then she'd buy him one like two days later because she can't handle the constant whining and stomping.)

Studying, shmudying

Wed, 02 May 2007 14:57:53 GMT

I have my last final today. So what am I about to do? Why, play Diner Dash 3 of course. I downloaded the trial version last night and I only have 18 minutes left on it. :( Vinnie bought me Diner Dash 2 for Christmas and I beat it on Monday night, also while not studying for finals. I am probably going to have to cough up the $20 for Diner Dash 3, since I'm not sure when my Walgreens internship starts and I will be sitting around Vinnie's apartment bored and trying not to kill his roomate's dog all next week while he does finals week stuff.

Seriously, that dog is the devil. If any animal ever deserved to have it's voicebox taken out, it is Hanto. Yes, the dog is a pug and is named Hanto. My friend Christina says that Hanto is a retarded name and just refers to him as "pug" - which I think is pretty much the best thing ever. Speaking of Christina, she is back from Canada and living in CoMo (Columbia, MO for those of you that aren't hip enough to know) so I will get to see her this summer. I think we should kidnap Nicole and make her come stay with us. Although, her boyfriend IS a cop so we'd have to like get weapons and stuff. OR we could just go while he is at work. That would probably be easier.

Night before last I had a dream that my half brother, Eli, bit my pony-tail and cut off half of it. With his teeth. I started freaking out and screamed at my dad "I WAS TRYING TO GROW IT OUT FOR THE WEDDING!" He took me to get a really cute bob, but I just cried and cried because now what was I supposed to do with my hair?! And then I woke up and thought "What the fuck?"

One time I had a dream that all the bridesmaids had their organs stolen in the bathroom right before the ceremony. I went in to find everyone and they were all laying there on gurneys with IVs hooked up and NO ORGANS. Well, I'm sure they had SOME organs or they would have been dead, right? The best part? It was a public bathroom.

Okay, off to play Diner Dash 3. Vin and I are going back to the jeweler's tomorrow, so I will let you all know how that goes. You know, stats on how many people I had to cut, etc.

Update on the ring travesty Part Deux (Part Trois??)

Tue, 01 May 2007 01:29:42 GMT

So, the thought of FedExing my ring made me bawl like a little baby. (I'm not ashamed to admit that I cry easily sometimes. I am ashamed to admit that I originally spelled bawl "ball".) Because of this, we are going to extend our stay in KC by a couple days and take it out there ourselves.

This way I don't have to sit there imagining my ring in the who-knows-where for three or so days AND this way I won't then worry that they still don't understand what I want and have fucked it up anyway and I won't know until May 26th and then I will have to give them my ring AGAIN.

I know what you are all thinking - wow, I never knew Courtney was so spoiled/whiney/irrational - but seriously, I am sometimes.

But I think when it comes to things with this much sentimental value (it is the diamond from Vinnie's grandmother's ring), I have every right to be spoiled/whiney/irrational, right?

Update on the ring travesty

Mon, 30 Apr 2007 18:16:02 GMT

Vinnie called Balano's and they want us to FedEx them my ring. MY ENGAGEMENT RING. They are paying for it and insuring it and said they would look at it and send it right back one day mail, but this means I will be without my ring for probably the whole weekend, since I can't send it until Thursday.

I am just pissed beyond belief. We were really happy with this jeweler when we got the engagement ring, but now I would definitely not recommend them to anyone. I know it's not the owner's fault that his jeweler totally fucked up - and if it were just one mishap, I would understand, but seriously, this has just gotten out of control.

Hatin' Life

Mon, 30 Apr 2007 12:45:20 GMT

So, this week sucks and it hasn't even begun yet.

Yesterday we went up to Balano's Jewelery (in Zona Rosa) to pick up my wedding band. We were really excited to see it, since we were having it custom made to match my engagement ring. We had gone up on Saturday, when it was supposed to be done, but it wasn't so we had to go back yesterday. After a lot of scrambling and us standing around, the lady finally brought it and it WAS TOTALLY WRONG.

It was in the general shape we wanted and it had the right amount of diamonds in the right place but EVERYTHING ELSE WAS WRONG. It didn't look like they used the same setting for the diamonds, all of the detailing down the sides was nothing like the detailing on mine, and they hadn't finished the milgraining for some reason. The whole point we went to Balano (and paid an arm and a leg for this ring) was because they had designed my engagement ring and I really wanted something that matched perfectly.

The lady said they would "fix it", but Vinnie and I won't be back in the city until Janie's wedding, so we have to wait until then to see if it is actually fixed. I'm super worried that they are going to have no idea how to fix it, because they didn't take a picture of my ring or anything like that, and the lady ripped it out my hands so quick I don't know if I noticed everything that was wrong. Vinnie is going to call the guy we have been working with today and talk to him about it (he wasn't in yesterday).

I'm pretty much freaking the hell out and I am almost positive that when we go on the 26th it is still going to be wrong, because I'm not sure I noticed everything that was wrong with it or that they will have no clue how to fix it.

BUT SERIOUSLY. I left my engagement ring with them over night LAST weekend so that they could make a copy of it. So what the fuck happened here? ARGH.

Vinnie promised he will get everything worked out over the phone today - and we can always email the guy pictures if we need to.

I just have no time to drive all the way back to Zona Rosa this week because of finals and moving to Columbia (which the guy knew) - plus we've already been there four times in one week - once to order the ring and leave my engagment ring, once to pick up my engagment ring, once to pick up the wedding band (and it wasn't ready), and once to see the HORRIFIC UGLY MONSTROSITY that was supposed to be my wedding band. I'm so pissed that I don't even want to get Vinnie's ring there anymore.

For non-ring ranting news: I am done with work at the WC! HURRAH. Also, I got a summer internship at Walgreens, which should be a lot better than ACTUALLY working at a Walgreens (plus, it pays $13.50/hr). I have three finals in two days, which sucks ass. I've had to turn on the AC, which also sucks ass. We had to return the modem on Saturday (so I didn't have to make a 20 min trip out of my way on Wednesday and then another 20 min trip out of my way to get back to the highway), so we are leeching internet off one of the neighbors that isn't smart enough to password protect their router. All of my bridesmaids ordered their dress, so no one is going naked! (That might disappoint some of you, I'm not sure).

I sent Vinnie back to Columbia with a whole shitload of my stuff - two boxes, two plastic drawer things, and all my summer/work related clothes that are on hangers (besides enough to wear for the next three days, obviously - although I just realized that all I am doing today is staying home and studying, so why get dressed for that?)

Now everytime I go pee, I think my leg is bleeding

Wed, 25 Apr 2007 23:24:48 GMT

I was touching up my nail polish this morning when a giant glop of dark red polish fell on my leg. Luckily, I hadn't bothered putting pants on yet (because really, who needs pants at 7:30 AM?), so it just landed on my thigh. I also couldn't be bothered to get the nail polish remover to get rid of it properly, so I let it lay there as I finished my nails and then hastely swiped at it with a tissue, put on pants, and left. This means I have had a giant swich of red nail polish across my right thigh all day long...so everytime I go pee I freak out for a second and think I have injured myself severely.

When I got home this afternoon, I realized the nail polish remover was literally sitting two inches away from the couch - does that make me super lazy or just retarded?

I've been trying to go through my belongings in a futile attempt to get a head start on the move. Have you ever moved so many times that you get the point where you are willing to just throw shit out or give it away so that you don't have to move it? I was sitting there, going through my wardrobe and thinking to myself "Is this sweater worth the effort to move it?" Vin and I have decided to just toss all our tupperware, we should get new stuff anyway. I have a whole pile of crap that I am dragging to my mom's house to add to her "donate" pile - which used to be the "yard sale" pile until she sat outside in the 95 degree heat last summer and decided "Fuck this, donating is easier and nicer."

I have a ton of sweaters. No, seriously, I have over 60 sweaters. I rationally know that no human being could ever have a need for that many sweaters, but I still have a hard time getting rid of shit I didn't wear all winter. I always think that maaaybe I will want to wear it again. I need Vinnie's voice of reason in assisting with purging my closet. I've already purged one box and one bag full of stuff, but I should probably get rid of more.

Oh yeah, I found FORTY DOLLARS in an old purse!

Last Week of Classes

Tue, 24 Apr 2007 18:30:20 GMT

So it's my last week of classes at UMKC. I have three finals next week and then I am off to Columbia.

There these two guys that sit behind me in my elective class every week. I have nicknamed them Jackass 1 and Jackass 2. Now, I have never bothered to turn around to get a look at these two, because their inane conversation has been enough to insure me that they were, indeed, jackasses. Today they sat in FRONT of me, and my suspicions were confirmed. They were dressed in identical Hollister outfits, just with different color schemes. They both had hair that was so gelled you could poke someone's eye out with it. They were both unnaturally tan for April. I'm sorry, I just can't accept any man that GOES TO A TANNING BED as a non-jackass.

One good thing about that class being over, I don't have to listen to them talk about random people behind their backs anymore.

TMI Alert! I have to go BACK to the health center this afternoon because the pap smear I got in February didn't have any cells. DIDN'T. HAVE. ANY. CELLS. The damn cervix is MADE OF CELLS how could you miss getting some? Last time she sneaked in the "scrapey brush of death" without telling me til after the fact - I'm going to be on the look-out this time and hopefully will not be getting my cervix scraped all to hell. She said it was to help get more cells, well you know what lady?! IT DIDN'T GET ANY. The regular ole q-tip has never let me down - so fuck you, scrapey brush of death.

Only 8.5 hours of work left to go EVER (9.5 if I actually show up for the one hour I am scheduled on Friday).

Kansas City is an evil mistress

Tue, 24 Apr 2007 02:29:11 GMT

Everytime I start to feel some sort of love or nostalgia for this city, I am immediately cut off brutally in rush hour traffic or I hit a six inch deep pothole of deathly hell.

And then I think, "Fuck you, Kansas City. I don't need this shit. I DESERVE BETTER."

King and Queen of Dorks

Mon, 23 Apr 2007 14:56:42 GMT

Me: I am the queen of awesome! What are you the king of?
Vinnie: I am the king of you!
Me: You're the king of me? That's not a very big jurisdiction.
Vinnie: Oh, it's a big jurisdiction.
Me: Are you saying I'm fat?
Vinnie: It's a big jurisDICtion.
Me: Are you saying I have a dick?
Vinnie: I'm saying I have a big dick!
Me: Where?

Things that are weird with my car:

Wed, 18 Apr 2007 14:25:32 GMT

1) It has a faint odor that I can't identify and can't find the source of. Trust me, I've sniffed around.
2) I have two books belonging to Vinnie's mom in the backseat. Joseph borrowed them, brought them back, and Vinnie WILL NOT GET THEM OUT OF MY CAR.
3) I found a spoon in the back floorboard this morning. As if that wasn't weird enough on it's own, IT'S NOT MY SPOON.

If anyone is the owner of a spoon with a green plastic handle, you left it in my car! It oddly reminds me of spoons I used at Truman...but there is no way it could be from there, I didn't even have the car then! I bet it is Vinnie's...

Something weird NOT related to my car...I got an email from Walgreens last night saying that my refill wouldn't go through until the 21st. Fine, whatever. I can't figure out my refill schedule for the NasaCort...the insurance seems to just randomly decide when it will go through. My birth control goes through every 3 weeks like clockwork, but with the NasaCort it is always hit or miss. THEN I got an email this morning saying it was ready to be picked up - so I was thinking they had just run it through for full price, but NO it says it is $25, which is my insurance price (and definitely NOT full price - which is $102). Oh well, I'm not going to complain.

Realizing how superficial I actually am

Tue, 17 Apr 2007 19:07:41 GMT

I was sitting in Katz this afternoon, waiting for my next class to start, when I decided it would be a good idea to shove my backpack further under my desk. It got caught on the rack underneath, so the "shove with feet" method wasn't working. I bent down to shove it under with my left arm, and promptly strained my shoulder. It hurt like a bitch, so I didn't move for a couple minutes. Shortly after moving it, I started to see lots of bright lights that got continually worse.

I remembered that my optometrist said that when your retina is detaching, you will see lots of flashing lights - so I closed my right, still saw the lights. Closed my left, still saw the spots. Decided that it was highly unlikely that both my retinas were detaching at exactly the same time. At about this time, my hearing started going all wonky - it felt like I needed to pop my ears, but I couldn't...and everything started sounding like the adults on Charlie Brown ("Wonh wonh wonh wonh"). It got harder and harder to focus and I thought "Holy crap, I'm going to faint." I started to focus on breathing, thinking that this would somehow make it better - because breathing makes EVERYTHING BETTER, or at least this is what we are taught. It didn't.

All I could think was, "I don't want to be the girl that faints in class. I don't want to be an item in the UNews Police Blotter." I just had visions of me flopping out of my desk onto the floor and then the blurb the next week..."Emergency services called to Katz when student collapsed due to unknown reasons."

It subsided a little bit, I went out in the hall to call Vinnie. It got worse again - then better. Eventually my shoulder quit hurting and then it went away all together. I called my mom and she said that it sounded like I dislocated my shoulder and was about to pass out from the pain. She has had some experience with fainting and said that that was definitely what it felt like when she fainted.

The weird thing is, it hurt, but it wasn't the worst pain I've ever felt. Of course, my body was probably overriding the pain and I do have a knee that dislocates randomly from time to time - so maybe I'm just "used" to it? I also hadn't really eaten a lot at that point, so that may have played a part in it.

All I know is that as soon as the lights went away and I could hear well again, the pain in my shoulder was gone.

I briefly considered that I had pinched a nerve, but I just don't see how a nerve in my shoulder would regulate my eyes AND ears, or even one or the other at all - cause DUH your eyes and ears are NOT in your shoulder.

All in all, it was not as scary as getting mugged, but definitely scarier than driving on ice. I have never passed out before, so I pretty much was about to panic.

The lesson? I think scientifically while panicking AND I am too shallow to actually tell acquaintances when I am about to die.

Let me tell you about the time I almost didn't fit in my wedding dress

Mon, 16 Apr 2007 23:24:20 GMT

I forgot to mention that I had to actually SUCK IN for my mom to be able to zip up my wedding dress. Now, you may be thinking, "Did you gain a ton of weight since you ordered it in September?" And no, I have actually LOST weight.

The stupid lady at the store TRIED to talk me into a size 2, even though I could clearly see from the sizing chart that my waist was nearly 1 inch too big for a size 2. I battled both her and my mother and ordered a size 4, because I am not going to faint a la Kiera Knightly in Pirates of the Caribbean at my very own wedding, thank you very much.

We figured that we would have to get the 4 taken in a bit at the waist and bust, because apparently everyone has giant ta-ta's. But no, no indeed. If anything, I need to take out a couple ribs, in order for it to fit better.

Let's just say, the damn dress is EXACTLY the same size as me, with no room for wedding cake...and seeing as I can't ACTUALLY lose any ribs, there is no point "dieting" to fit in it better. I just have to make sure I don't gain any weight between now and September 8th - which is seriously going to cut into my DIFF (daily intake of french fries).

Thank god we didn't order the 2. The 4 is definitely workable, I can breathe (mostly okay), which is what was most important to me. Apparently the majority of women order a dress way too small so that they look smaller. I'm all "Fuck that, I want to be able to enjoy my wedding. If I looked any smaller I would be negative space." They actually make dresses in 00. What the hell? Are 12 year olds getting married now?

Here is a link to my dress (Vinnie if you click this, I will instinctively know and you won't get laid til after the wedding. I'm just sayin'.):
My dress

Springfield

Mon, 16 Apr 2007 13:13:33 GMT

Vinnie and I went to Springfield for the weekend because I needed to pick up my wedding dress. My mom made my favorite - filet mignon (really, I just LOVE THE BACON). I could never be a vegetarian or even live with one. I can hardly motivate myself to cook one meal, much less two seperate meals because one person is too sissy to eat meat (totally joking, I don't have a wish to be beat up by the eight gajillion vegetarians I know, of course they are all activists so they'd probably just protest outside my apartment building instead).

We went on Saturday to pick up my wedding dress, totally forgetting that it was PROM SEASON. Commence cringing in fear. My mom got pissed because the "girl" that helped us just chucked us, the dress, and a corset bra into a dressing room and never came back. Here is the conversation that followed:

My mom (very loudly): Well, where the hell is she? I guess I will have to help you into the dress myself.
Me: OK.
My mom: I guess once they have your money, they just don't give a fuck anymore.
Me: ... Help me get this damn bra-thing on
My mom: Oh sorry, I didn't notice you were trying to get it on.
Me: You didn't notice I was standing here topless and tangled up in a corset bra?!
My mom: Seriously, this is really shitty service. I guess she isn't coming back at all.
My sister: She probably heard you bitching her out and decided it wasn't worth it.

Needless to say, we discovered that a lot of the seams inside the dress were ripping out, so my mom tracked down the manager and the manager actually helped us. She is taking care of the ripped seams, plus paying for half of the hemming fee. So that's pretty sweet. We also got a veil and shoes ordered - and just in case any of you had a retard moment and we wondering, there is NO WAY IN HELL that veil is going over my face. It is going to be tastefully clipped under my bun, thank you very much. If I am going to spend all that time getting ready, everyone is damn well going to SEE IT.

I also got bridesmaid dresses picked out (http://www.davidsbridal.com/bridesmaids_detail.jsp?stid=1652&prodgroup=110), it's the brown one - we are cutting off the pink ribbon and ugly flower and using a sage green ribbon instead. OF COURSE, the dress I pick ends up being discontinued soon (when? THEY CAN'T SAY WHEN, they are NOT ALLOWED - apparently there is a David's Bridal Big Brother who controls everything and can just decide POOF now the dress is gone). Because of this, I have to make all my bridesmaids get into the store and order it THIS WEEK - which is difficult because one lives in St. Louis, one is in Canada, and one is Portland. The one in Canada has to have her mom go order it for her and the one in Portland (Vinnie's sister) is probably going to end up going naked because she won't return his calls or emails, so god only knows if she will actually do it. Not to diss the young folks out there, but she is just 21 and acts like it sometimes (unlike Janie, who never acts 21). If we knew what size she needed, Vinnie's mom could just go order it for her - but she really needs to go try it on since it runs small.

I made my mom try on all the bridesmaid dresses for me, since my sister obviously couldn't. She was upset because she had to wear an 8 - GASP! But it was because she has giant boobs, I'm the only one without giant boobs in my family.

I'm watching the Golden Girls right now, because I like it dammit! My sister and I used to watch it with the old people at the nursing home all the time, I never knew it was all about sex until I started watching it when I was older. And then I thought, my mom let me WATCH THIS? IN FRONT OF OLD PEOPLE? I guess the innuendo part of my brain hadn't developed yet.

The wait is over!

Thu, 12 Apr 2007 01:04:49 GMT

I did it! I went 30 FREAKING DAYS without fast food.

So how I am going to reward myself? With fast food of course! I'm just waiting on Vinnie to get here from Columbia and we are going to go to Wendy's. TO WENDY'S to get FRENCH FRIES. I've been thinking about what I wanted to get all week and my mind has been racing back and forth between the possibilites...Wendy's, no Burger King, no Taco Bell - I WANT IT ALL!

Surprisingly, I haven't had a craving for McDonald's yet, which is actually really good because I always feel a little dirty after eating McDonalds...but kinda dirty in a good way, like when you makeout with a guy that you know has had sex with two of your roomates, but dammit you don't care! You wanna makeout! And besides, you know you aren't going to sleep with him, but does he know that? Meh. He'll find out.

I'd just like to say that I have been a very bad feminist and spent the past hour watching America's Next Top Model...another thing that makes me feel a little dirty, but again - dammit I don't care! I like to listen to Hanson when I do the dishes! I leave my clean laundry in piles on the floor! I'm addicted to french fries! Sometimes I'm too lazy to get up to go pee!

And I'm okay with all of that.

Dear asshole pedestrian,

Tue, 10 Apr 2007 20:54:04 GMT

I understand that you don't like being wet. But do you understand that me slamming on my brakes in the middle of a downpour, in order to prevent you from being roadkill, IS FAR MORE DANGEROUS THAN YOU BEING WET?

You probably felt justified by flipping me off. But the lady standing behind didn't jump out in front of me because it was OBVIOUS THAT I VERY NEARLY RAN YOU OVER, MORON.

Have you never driven a car? Are you not aware of how things like tires and brakes operate in the rain? THEY DON'T ALWAYS STOP QUICKLY. Did you think your ugly, olive raincoat would standout through my blurred, rain-soaked windshield? If you did, YOU WERE WRONG.

You were not the only one to jump out in front of me because of the rain, asshole pedestrian. You were, however, the only one to think you were justified in doing so.

The only other person I know that would risk such bodily harm to cross a street is my friend Christina, and she'd fight with Jesus, so I'm guessing she is ballsier than you.

The depth of my addiction

Mon, 09 Apr 2007 23:49:22 GMT

Who am I kidding? I don't just want french fries. I need french fries. I LOVE french fries. I want to get a hot tub full and roll around in them FOREVER.

Wednesday I get to eat fast food again. This means Vinnie can quit making me homemade french fries, which are wonderful but NOT THE SAME. Vinnie says that it's not good that the closer we get to Day 30, the more I want to scarf down every fast food ever created - even the stuff I would normally find gross (okay, I don't want to eat the Double Filet 'O Fish - EW).

My dad sent me some money for my birthday (like every year) and I went to MAC and bought a shitpot of new makeup. I remember when my sister got her first MAC makeup, like three years ago. I was all "Why would anyone spend that much money on makeup? Pfffft." and now I am all "OMG I LOVE YOU MAC" Seriously, I can tell the difference...and it's so much fun to go into the store and try stuff out and have profesionals tell you what will look good. Vinnie is probably thinking "OMG DIE DIE" since I always make him go with me and ask him a hundred times "What do you think of this?" but I really do value his opinion.

All my KC people are starting blogs since we are all moving on to bigger and better things, so I am making future entries public...I guess unless I have a major rantlike breakdown or need to talk about She-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named ;) I have a sneaking suspicion that my blog is going to be the most boring out of them all *cries*

It's like three degrees in my apartment.

I want to stab Vinnie's parents - but more on that later depending on how his conversation with them tonight goes.

Anti-Supersize Me

Tue, 03 Apr 2007 17:33:08 GMT

Vinnie I decided to not eat any fast food for 30 days. We are currently on day 23 and I pretty much am ready to KILL SOMEONE for a cheeseburger...especially since my class was cancelled, leaving me with two hours on campus with nothing to do before work. OH HOW I MISS THEE SWEET SWEET WENDY'S.

We are still allowed to eat out, just not at any place with a drive through. We are trying to limit ourselves to one instance of eating out per week, unless it is an emergency - and even in an emergency we are not allowed fast food (pizza, subs, etc is okay).

I've eaten a BBQ bacon cheeseburger practically every time we go out to eat - but nothing will save me from the craving for a crappy, trans-fat ridden, fast food cheeseburger. I'm actually planning ahead to what I will get when we are off the fast food ban: Jr. Bacon Cheeseburger, 5 piece nuggets, french fries, and a frosty at Wendy's (Wendy's has just gone trans fat free, so I am going to try to stick to Wendy's - but I drive past a McDonald's on my way home every day...and I don't know long I will be able to resist the siren song of the best fries on EARTH EVER.)

Things I should have thought of BEFORE saying yes...

Tue, 03 Apr 2007 02:28:06 GMT

1) Planning a wedding is a fucking nightmare. My method of doing it? Pretend it doesn't exist and then periodically freak out over how close it is (FIVE MONTHS OMFG!)
2) I'm going to be a MRS. MRS IUPPA. I don't want to be a Mrs! I want to be a Ms! I'm too young to have an old sounding name!! (Seriously, I am freaking the fuck out over this Mrs. thing).

Not that these things would have made me say "No"...it just would have been handy to have figured them out beforehand. No one ever thinks about being a Mrs...nooooo...they just think about how they looooooove the person.

I think guys should have to change their title too when they get married. Anyone else agree?

Back in KC (or as I like to call it, America)

Tue, 03 Apr 2007 01:27:44 GMT

Spring Break is over. This sucks because it means I have three exams this week. Exams I don't want to study for. Okay, really though, what exam do I ever want to study for? Maybe if it was an exam on bacon.

I had a great time in Vail, even though I had pretty debilitating altitude sickness the first couple of days which made me super tired and super bitchy. After I got over the altitude, I tried to learn to ski - which was TEH ULTIMATE SUCK. My instructor was a crotchety old man with disgusting teeth and a penchant for hollering at me to pay attention...plus he would yell "STOP STOP!" without having actually taught me how to stop. Needless to say, I quit partway through the lesson and went and sat down. Vinnie says I should try to snowboard next year because you don't need any upper body strength for that - because it may appear easy, but skiing is HARD and you have to be STRONG.

Here is a conversation I had with my mom, while in Vail:
Mom: Should I wear tennis shoes when we go tubing tomorrow?
Me: Didn't you bring winter boots?
Mom: Yeah, but I don't know if they can get wet.
Me: You bought winter boots that you can't wear in winter?
Mom: They were really cute!!

My brother was an utter bitch the entire trip. He has been skipping school a lot and is failing algebra, so he was supposed to study while on vacation...which he didn't want to do...so he acted like a shit. Plus, he is the most spoiled person ever, so he freaks out when he doesn't get his way.

Yesterday, Vinnie and I went MAC so I could spend some of my birthday money. I got four new eyeshadows, yay!

And now I am talking to Vin on the phone and can't concentrate on writing this - so more later.

Excerpt from an email my mom sent me

Tue, 20 Mar 2007 19:28:58 GMT

"scared the poo outta me too!!!"

(In regards to the lady at the bridal store telling her they hadn't even ORDERED my dress yet, even though we bought it 6 months ago. Don't worry, she talked to someone else that assured it would be in by the end of the month.)

Two months too long

Tue, 20 Mar 2007 01:56:07 GMT

I haven't posted in two months...not for any particular reason. I still keep up with my friends page, I just don't really feel like I have much to say anymore. My life is predictable, even though it is unsettled.

I see Vinnie Wednesday night through Monday morning every week. I go to class, which is usually boring - I don't like my friends there. I go to work, which sucks because we got a new director and everyone quit - I liked my friends there but now I don't see them anymore. I study, BLEH.

Less than a month and a half til I move to Columbia!

Vinnie got into law school!

I told my dad that I was having my mom walk me down the aisle, now he keeps offering to give us money for the wedding and asking me "Are you sure everything is okay?" The way he says it makes me feel like I am lying, like there IS something wrong and I'm just not telling him - which is a really creepy feeling to have, like when your mom accuses you of doing something and even though you didn't do it, you can't help but laugh, making her think you did.

I'm pissed because all the shows I like are on hiatus, but luckily Vinnie has downloaded some shows that we have been watching (Heroes, Arrested Development, Battlestar Galactica - which is actually really good, I was skeptical at first too).

We are going to Vail for Spring Break with my mom, brother, Vinnie's mom, and Vinnie's dad. I'm pretty much dreading it - much to Vinnie's dismay. Most of you know that I just don't like people I don't know very well, I'm like a weird version of myself the whole time I am around them.

I have to give a twenty minute presentation on the drug Chantix on Thursday - I'm pretty much freaking out. We have to dress up, I can't figure out what shoes to wear. It's not that I don't have any nice shoes, I have TONS...I just don't know which ones I'll be able to walk back and forth across campus in all day. I may just wear flip flops and keep the heels in my bag til the presentation.

Nic and Chris: We all need to get together sometime this summer! I hate being all the way out here, I feel like I've been chopped off from the universe until Vinnie gets back Wednesday night.

I've never spent so much time with someone I am dating - it's a good thing we get along.

I've thought about this a lot before...I find it really hard to write when I am happy. Happy just always seems boring on paper, happy doesn't need to be "let out"...and I guess that is really why I used to write - to let it out. I have realized that I either need to get better at emailing, get on AIM more, or start updating this more - because most of you have no clue what is going on in my life and I know I am way behind on yours.