I am the champions....

I AM THE CHAMMMPPPIIOOONNNNSSSS....NOOO TIME FOR LOOOSERS CAUSE III AM THE CHAMPIOOONNNSSSS....OF THE WOORRLLLLDDD!!!

I can't believe it. This is it. After a full year of indentured servitude. It's over. By this afternoon, I will no longer "work" at the health department. I can wear blue jeans every day again. Blue jeans and scrubs. I am so happy!! Finished with school...finished with work after today. Augh, it's so NICE! Okay, gotta take a shower, then off to work. :) Laters!!

Some tips

For those of you who are bored at work (read: Tom), I have stolen some tips for you. I can't blog from work (very dangerous endeavor) and I don't have time to write anything original tonight because I have to study, so you'll have to gorge yourselves at the trough of piracy. :) It's okay...I hyperlinked it...so it's not really wrong. Tomorrow: my last two finals. Tomorrow at 4:45 PM, I will unofficially be Samantha *********, MPH. (As if my name wasn't already long enough.)
Laters!

THINGS TO DO WHEN YOU'RE BORED AT WORK

Page yourself over the intercom. (Don't disguise your voice.)

Find out where your boss shops and buy exactly the same outfits. Always wear them one day after your boss does. (This is especially effective if your boss is a different gender than you are.)

Make up nicknames for all your coworkers and refer to them only by these names. "That's a good point, Sparky." "No I'm sorry I'm going to have to disagree with you there, Chachi."

Send email to the rest of the company telling them what you're doing. For example "If anyone needs me, I'll be in the bathroom."

"Hi-lite" your shoes. Tell people that you haven't lost your shoes since you did this.

Put a chair facing a printer, sit there all day and tell people you're waiting for your document.

Arrive at a meeting late, say you're sorry, but you didn't have time for lunch, and you're going to be nibbling during the meeting. During the meeting eat 5 entire raw potatoes.

Every time someone asks you to do something, ask them if they want fries with that.

Put your garbage can on your desk. Label it "IN."

Decorate your office with pictures of Cindy Brady and Danny Partridge. Try to pass them off as your children.

Send e-mail messages saying free pizza, free donuts etc... in the lunchroom, when people complain that there was none... Just lean back, pat your stomach, and say, "Oh you've got to be faster than that."

Somebody put my earmuffs on the cookie

I am way too sleepy to be awake. And it's raining. And I need to take a shower. And it's cold. And it's really bright in here. It's going to be a long day.

The plan is to go to work and then drive home for the evening. I don't know if that's going to happen now since the weather is so crappy. We'll see though. Laters!

Snap

Have you ever been talking to someone on the phone, and halfway through the conversation you realize that this is the last conversation you're ever going to have with them? You just all of a sudden snap and realize that you will never again have the desire to hear their voice or know what happened over the course of their day? That happened to me last night, and I thought it was kind of weird. I know at least one of you is reading this thinking, "Harsh Samantha. Way harsh. Way harsh." And you're probably right. But I try not to waste people's time. I don't want anyone to waste my time, so "do unto others" and all that jazz. So, that's that.

In other news, still haven't done the laundry, dishes, or bought food. So, whoever won that bet, just let me know. I'm good for it. (Yeah right.) :-p Okay, I'm heading to bed momentarily. Has anyone else noticed that I am probably one of the most prolific posters on blogger? I have a list of about 10 blogs that I obsessively/compulsively check over the course of the day. On any given day, 2-3 of these blogs will be updated. On the weekends, 1 might be updated. I think the main reason behind all my blogginess is my utter and complete lack of a life. It's probably only going to get worse as we progress through the summer months. Be prepared. It's coming. Laters!

The Home Stretch

I have 5 more days at my internship. 5 days. Do you know how beautiful that is? In 5 days, my boss won't be coming up behind me and smacking me on the back. In 5 days I won't have to wake up and put on heels every frikkin' day. And in 5 days, I will have time to read a book, or get a tan, or learn to juggle. It's all very sunshine and rainbows.

In other news, I worked like a dog all weekend. This has a few ramifications:
1. I have done NO laundry. Thus, I will be wearing blue jeans to work today. Oh so taboo, but I'm leaving in 5 days anyway, so I figure I'll get away with it.
2. I still have no food. This will HAVE to be rectified today since I polished off the leftover pizza last night. I'm even out of the basic elements of food...so tonite, Target.
3. I hurt. Nothing to be done about that...just thought I'd complain.
4. I haven't studied for my two finals on Thursday. That's okay though...I'll do it sometime this week.
5. I didn't get to see my family. I think I'm going to drive down there on Tuesday evening and come back here to work Wednesday afternoon. (Jessica, don't say anything.)

Today, class and then day 1/5 of work: the final countdown. :) Laters!

Currently listening: Sooner or Later by Breaking Benjamin

Times like these

It's times like these that I wish I'd kept my promise to myself. I promised that I was buying myself a massage chair thing as a Christmas gift . Of course, Christmas rolled around and buying gifts for the 6 people in my ever-so-immediate family kind of wiped me out financially. So, here I sit, feeling like a giant walking bruise, with no massage chair. I think I'm just going to sleep. However, I do resolve to buy myself a nice pair of those surgical clogs. Because standing for 12 hours in my old running shoes is KILLING my feet, legs, and back. Uugghhh. G'night.

PS- sorry about this post...it's completely irrelevant to anyone else on the planet...and it's not even funny. :-(

More on Tattooing

I was watching a music video and saw the cutest tattoos. The boy had a tattoo of a heart with the name "Montague" inside and the girl had a matching one that said "Capulet." It's probably a bad idea, because you're just tempting fate to cross your stars and mess you up bad...but I think it's kind of cute. If you had to get a tattoo, that would be a lot cuter than "booger." Really. Of course, a tattoo of a potato would be better than having the word "booger" permanently inked into your epidermis. Remember the "Wayside School" books? Those were some really good books. Laters!

Yeah!

The paper- IS DONE!!! YYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!! So now I just have to track down my advisor and get her to read it and I can get her signature on my release papers and I'm out! Well, two more finals next week, but screw it. I'm done!! Dude. I feel so much better. I can't even tell you. Ooh! Also, I have pictures from the drunken romp through the school featuring safari hats! I'll post them later when I have time. For now, I deserve a shower! Then I have to go find advisor, get signatures, get paper bound at Kinko's and then go out to dinner with the new PHSA president tonight. She's so scared :) Okay...I'm out. I'm so happy that paper is done. Laters!

Currently Listening: "She's Electric"- Oasis (P's coming home soon! I miss her so much and this was one of our many songs...other favorites included "Piano Man" by Billy Joel and "Beautiful" by Snoop Dogg featuring Pharrell. Also, when she heard Elton John's "Rocket Man" on the radio, she turned it up and said, "OOH! THIS IS THAT NEW SONG I'VE BEEN TELLING YOU ABOUT! I LOVE THIS SONG!" And I proceeded to laugh at her. A lot. Because good lord that song is old. Probably older than me. What a dork. ) Laters!

Samantha is a bad person

I went to bed at 11:30 PM last night. There was no grueling staying-up-all-night-must-finish-paper-night-before-it's-due. No. There was more like a Samantha-ate-too-much-pizza-must-sleep-off-pizza-induced-haze kinda night. Also, my bottle of Gatorade that I had put in the freezer yesterday morning finally thawed out somewhere around 1 AM when I woke up for my nightly "I'm so thirsty" escapade. Can I tell you? There is nothing better than some Gatorade slush. That stuff was SOO frikkin' good. I wish I hadn't chugged it in the middle of the night. I also wish I hadn't chugged it because chugging that much ICE COLD LEMONADE in the middle of the night gave me serious heartburn. On top of the heartburn I already had from my order of cheesesticks and my half a pizza I consumed. God I'm such a dumbass sometimes.

So, I woke up at 5 AM to start my paper. Because I'm a bad person. I'm almost done though, so that's good. I just feel bad for my advisor because she has to read the stupid thing today. I'll feel worse for me if my advisor isn't going to be in today. In short, because I will be screwed and unable to graduate. Suckage. We'll see how it goes. Okay, must finish paper. Laters!

You know you're a grown-up when....

You receive your copy of "Ethnicity & Disease"- the Official Journal of ISHIB which is "An International Journal on Population Differences in Disease Patterns."

And I just got all that off the cover. I haven't even taken it out of the plastic yet. I'm still staring in awe at the fact that my name and address are printed on the thing. The ability to read and comprehend the information contained therein will no doubt elude me. Okay...must finish paper. Even more importantly, must start paper. Laters!

Samantha is a big fat cow

So it's time to work on the thesis. Now that I've watched the Apprentice and ER. Because I'm a moron that likes to do anything but the work that lay ahead of her. It would probably be a lot easier to undertake this work if I wasn't so incredibly drowsy. Why am I so drowsy? Perhaps it's because I just demolished half of a large Papa John's pizza and half an order of cheesesticks. Alone. By myself. Because I'm a big fat cow, and because it was the only thing I'd eaten ALL DAY. Really that's not an excuse for my exquisite example of gluttony, but it made me feel better so I thought I'd pass it along.

In other news, PHSA has a new president. And it's not me. I think the new pres. will do a great job, but it was sooo sad for me. In an unusual twist, I actually cried at the meeting. Most people that are my really good friends have never seen me cry, so doing it in front of a group of people who aren't my best friends was kind of bizarre. But it was just so damn sad!! I'm GRADUATING! IT'S OVER! THERE'S NOT ANOTHER SCHOOL FOR ME! Every other graduation hasn't mattered because I've known I was just going to another school. But this is it. It's terrifying. Relieving a little bit because I'm ever so tired of school. But mainly just scary because I'd totally go back to school in the fall if I could. I'm a huge dork and I love school.

Soooo...that's what's going on in my world. How are you? :) Laters!

Are you tellin' me this is a sign?

Maybe God has been trying to help me out for the past couple of years. I have had a ginormous crush on one guy for about 3 years now. And he has not had a crush on me. And he has left the continent for an extended period of time. And he has renewed his contract to be gone an even more extended period of time. And he wears big gold jewelry. And all his clothes have holes in them. And his clothes don't match. And he wears pink and purple socks. And combat boots. And he has TOLD me he doesn't have a crush on me. And yet, in my mind, I persisted. And then he got a tattoo. And I love boys that have muscles and tattoos. And I renewed my illogical crush. And I asked him what his tattoo said (because it's written in Chinese.) And he told me. I think God is sitting there saying, "Now do you believe me when I say he's really not right for you?!?"

This boy has the word "booger" tattooed on his back.

Yes God. I believe you.

Currently listening: "Signs" by Snoop Dogg and Justin Timberlake

It's going to be a long day/night

Today is it. My final Master's project is due tomorrow. Have I started on it? Not so much. Am I free all day today? Not so much. I have to do another provost interview today, I have a 2.5 hour long class today, and I have my last PHSA meeting as president today. I am excited about today being over though because tomorrow I won't have anything left to do but study for two finals (that I'm really not worried about.) It will be nice. I'm sad about our PHSA meeting tonight though. I'm really worried I'm going to get kind of emotional because I really do love PHSA and all the people on it (except one.) We'll see. In any event, I'm sure I'll be back to blog later because I'll be sitting here attempting to write and I'll want to procrastinate some more. Laters!

I use the scariness to weed out the good ones :)

Because apparently I need to be beating guys off with a stick.

eXpressive: 7/10
Practical: 6/10
Physical: 4/10
Giver: 10/10

You are a XPIG--Expressive Practical Intellectual Giver. This makes you a Catch.

You are a magazine-cover, matinee idol dreamboat. Parents love you and want to set you up with their kids. However, first dates are tough because it takes time for your qualities to come out. You are generous and kind. You think first and act later. You are cool in a conflict, but your practical side means if your partner throws out emotional appeals ("why can't we do what I want for a change?") they will grate on your nerves, even when the conflict is resolved.

You're a romantic. You enjoy the thrill of the hunt, and you don't just fall into bed with anyone. You pay close attention to your significant other's needs, and this makes you an excellent lover and partner. The problem is that your friends and lovers may find it so easy to express things to *you* that they lose sight of whether you feel as comfortable with *them*! This doesn't necessarily make you feel under-appreciated -- you're too well-adjusted and self-aware for that -- but you may feel restless. Thus you seek adventure in your life outside the relationship to prove and actualize yourself.

Of all the types, you would make the best parent.

You are coiffed.

Didja see "Big Fish"? 'Cause you're like Ewan MacGregor in "Big Fish."

Of the 220871 people who have taken this quiz, 9.3 % are this type.

Dude...this quiz is stupid. Also, what is up with me being a "matinee idol"?!? What the hell is a matinee idol? Is it like an American Idol? Cause I'm totally not into that. I'll take the 'dreamboat' descriptor though...and run like hell with it :) Laters!

No wonder boys are afraid of me.

The Better Personality Quiz
Wackiness: 40/100
Rationality: 72/100
Constructiveness: 36/100
Leadership: 82/100

You are a SRDL--Sober Rational Destructive Leader. This makes you a Mob Boss.You are the ultimate alpha person and even your friends give you your space. You can't stand whiners, weaklings, schlemiels or schlemozzles. You don't make many jokes, but when you do, others laugh out loud. They must.

People often turn to you for advice, and wisely. You are calm in a crisis, cautious in a tempest, and attuned to even the finest details. Yours is the profile of a smart head for business and a dangerous enemy.You have a natural knack for fashion and occupy a suit like a matinee idol. Your charisma is striking and without artifice. You are generous, thoughtful, and appreciate life's finer things. Please don't kick my ass.

Of the 116062 people who have taken this quiz since tracking began (8/17/2004), 3.6 % are this type.

You know, I really don't feel like I should be this scary...but apparently I am. It would explain the boyfriend drought. Of course, it's probably a little off because I can't remember the last time I occupied a suit "like a matinee idol." Laters!

Contemplating

It's possible that my trip to China could become a trip to both India and China. How cool would that be?!? One of my friends is going to be in India for his job for a couple months, and his boyfriend wants to go visit him while he's over there this summer. I want to go visit my friend in China, but I really don't want to take a 24 hour flight alone. Solution? Go together! Then we could entertain eachother on the plane, and we could each see two countries instead of just one. The only issue is that my friend in China is extremely homophobic. But, I can't see him being mean to anyone. Ever. So, I don't know. Also, I don't know whether I want my other friend there when I go to China because the guy I'm going to visit is really really shy and not the same when he's around people he doesn't know. I'll have to figure something out. For now, passport. And pants. :) Laters!

The New Pope

Okay, it's time for the obligatory I'm-a-Catholic-we-have-a-new-pope entry. Earlier today the white smoke came up and the bells started ringing..record time for a papal election. In any event, they've decided that Cardinal Joseph Ratzinger of Germany will be the next pope. He's decided to be called Pope Benedict XVI. That is definitely going to take a minute to get used to. Soooo, my opinion on the choice (as if anyone cares and as if I have any kind of qualifications to have an opinon.) I'm not too thrilled about it. I called my father (a man who hasn't met a Bush-Cheney t-shirt he didn't like) and he was totally stoked saying, "That's who I wanted!" Even more of an indication that I should be afraid.

The new Benedict XVI has been described as a "traditionalist" which I don't mind. In fact, I kind of like traditionalism. I hate going to churches where they won't refer to god as "he" because it's sexist. It really screws up the songs. However, I do think that the church needs to roll with the times a little bit. Ratzinger has also been described as JPII's "hard-lined defender of church doctrine." It worries me that we have two really conservative people in two of the most powerful places on earth- the White House and the Vatican. I was really hoping we'd get someone who was traditional, but a little bit in touch with the fact that some things need to change.

I would have chosen Cardinal Francis Arinze from Nigeria. He's done a lot of work in inter-faith relations and of course, being in Africa, has seen the destruction of HIV/AIDS firsthand. I just think we needed someone from the trenches....Africa or South America (ooh, Brazil would have been great) instead of someone who's been sitting in a country chillin' ie. Germany, Italy, Belgium, etc. But that's just me. I hope he turns out okay, I'm just saying that I have my reservations.

My main problem with him, however, are that his eyes look like the emperor from Star Wars...and we all know how that turned out. Laters!

The Countdown Continues

8 more days at my horrible job!!! YAYYY!!! I'm going in this morning, but then I'm ducking out for a little while to go interview one of the candidates for Provost. I don't know what a Provost does. Really. I looked it up, but what I found really didn't help me much on figuring out what to ask him. If any of you have good questions, leave them in the comments section (preferably in the next hour and a half....but I have to interview another one tomorrow, so leave them even if it's later than that.)

Last night I watched "Closer" again. I've seen that movie about 5 times...which is something that I never thought would happen the first time I saw it. I liked it, but I didn't want to see it again. What kills me about that movie though, is the fact that Natalie Portman can have like 5 really cute hairstyles and I can't find one!! NOT FAIR!!! That's okay though...next week I'm going to this really snooty salon in the hopes that someone there will have the balls to take some scissors to my mane. We'll see.

8 more days! LATERS!!

Healthy in Paranoid Times

April 17, 2005- According to some fellow fans who attended the Drum Summit yesterday, Jeremy said that the new CD is going to be called "Healthy in Paranoid Times" which is taken from a line in "Don't Stop". He also said that a new single should be released soon and the band is looking to release the new CD in July.

FINALLYYYY!!!! YAYYY!!!

Made Up Kind of People

I'm trying to finish creating an Access database for my biostatistics class. Our professor is making us create a study, create a data dictionary, create an Access database (which is stupid because absolutely NO ONE IN PUBLIC HEALTH uses Access for databases), and then make up fake data for 25 participants in the study. This is taking for-frikkin'-ever. I'm sitting in the computer lab at school, and I'm really tired, and I want to go home. But, if I sit here and finish this tonight, my partner has to do the rest of the project (which includes running the statistics on my made-up people and writing up a summary of our project.) So...I have resolved to be good and finish...and to reward myself I have "Spanglish" at home.

You know, Blockbuster has spawned a whole new movement for some of my friends and I. With the dawn of "No More Late Fees" has come the dawn of "Let's switch the movies that we rented because I'm not worried about you turning it in on time anyway!" It's saving me lots o' money because my friends rent a lot of movies, so I just keep getting theirs :) Yay! (I'm still too afraid to go to Blockbuster. I'm afraid the entire "No More Late Fees" campaign is actually just a clever ruse to bring me in so they can take me down at the door. I owe Blockbuster a lot of money...my soul...and my firstborn child.)

Okay, enough procrastinating. Back to Access (damn you Bill Gates.) Laters!!

Doin' It in Denim: Day Two

Thank God today is the last day of the health fair. Then I can turn this god-awful denim shirt back in. However, I did make a couple of stunning realizations yesterday because of this shirt.

1. If anyone can make a denim shirt look good, it's me.
2. No one can make a denim shirt look good.

In 4 hours, I will be free of the denim. Woohoo!! Laters!

What's for dinner?

The contents of my refrigerator are as follows:
- An expired jug of orange juice
- A jar of grape jam
- A container of refried beans
- A half-bottle of white wine
- A package of rotten grapes (or as I like to call it: "wine in progress")
- 3 containers of whipped yogurt
- A jar of light mayo
- A bottle of ketchup
- A box of margarine
- A bottle of expired Irish Cream CoffeeMate

Damn...send that stuff to kitchen stadium and see what they'd do with it. Of course, your judges would probably have to have an iron stomach. I have fish sticks and frozen veggies in the freezer. That'll work. :) laters!

Workin' for the weekend!

Ah, there's nothing like having to be at work at 8:30 AM on a Saturday morning. Or at least I hope there's nothing like it. Cause I gotta tell ya- it sucks. Stupid health fair. Oh, and the health department had these shirts made for us to wear. I figured they'd be royal blue (cause that's the official health department color) t-shirts. Ohhhhh no my friends. Instead they are light blue denim button down shirts. I think light blue denim is hideous. Particularly when worn with blue jeans (as is required of us.) So, I'm wearing clashing denim. Fashion-impaired DAs. Alright, enough whining. I'm out...laters!

Um, yeah.

It was nice knowing all of you. Cause we're going to die.

Brazil is my hero

I had to give a presentation today, and my chosen topic was the Brazilian HIV/AIDS Programme. For one simple reason: Brazil is my hero. Brazil is a semi-third world country...right on the border of developed...that at the beginning of the AIDS epidemic had an infection rate comparable to that of South Africa. Today Brazil's infection rate is 0.6%...South Africa's is 25%. Know why? Because Brazil's government totally frikkin' rocks.

They base their healthcare system on one simple principle: People have a right to live. It's a statement that you would think most people would agree with. But when you look at global policy, it's obvious that only some people deserve to live. What are you crazy? Of course vulnerable women, the poor, and homosexuals deserve to die! At least that's what a lot of governments either say or support. The US doesn't come out and make those statements, but do we have the universal right to healthcare? Nope. Does that send a message to the rest of the world? Yup. Crazy-ass Americans is what it says. Our current administration says that making a buck is more important than saving lives. When Brazil started manufacturing their own generic antiretroviral drugs, the US tried to stop them! Luckily, Brazil had a response waiting. I do so love Brazil.

US: Dude! You guys are breaking patent laws by making life-saving drugs for your people! Not cool!

Brazil: Really? That's funny. Because Cipro is a patented drug. And when you guys were afraid that all your postal workers and soldiers were going to be infected with anthrax, you knew you were going to have a Cipro shortage. So, citing the need to protect the lives of your citizens, you broke patent law and started manufacturing Cipro. On a hunch that you might need it. We definitely need antiretrovirals to save the lives of our people. Sounds like a kind of similar situation to us. Soooo, we're gonna go ahead and make it for our peeps. And if there are other drugs that we need from you, you'd better come down on the price. Otherwise we'll just make those on our own too. Um...peace.

Okay, I'm going to stop now, as I'm sure my sister and a couple others will chime in soon. I know Brazil's system has its problems, but the simple fact that they base their healthcare system on a human rights paradigm means that my heart belongs to them. And the fact that they have the balls to go up against the US means that they are total rock stars. We should be so lucky to have a government that cares like that. To read more, check out this article...not very scientific, but so well-written that even a public health layperson can enjoy it. :) Laters!

Running Together

I am so so tired. I didn't realize what day it was. For some reason, last night I convinced myself that today is Wednesday...meaning that I still had one more day to let everyone know where we're going out for PHSA celebratory dinner tonight and I still had one more day to work on my presentation that I'm giving today. Nope. Today's Thursday. Meaning I have no reservations for tonight and have done no practicing for today. That is so bad.

I went to bed at about 11 PM last night...but I woke up about 3 times. I keep waking up in the middle of the night and I have no idea why. And it's making for some really disjointed, totally crap sleep. Ugh. Well, I guess I'd better go get ready for work. You should see my eyes. I look like a frikkin' raccoon I'm so sleep deprived. And I'm sure I'll be out late tonight because we're going out for that dinner and then Richard wants me to come watch his documentary with a bunch of people and tell him what I think before he has to turn it in. laters.

Yet Another Rant

Okay, I know everyone's tired of my OLP rants. Duly noted. That being said:

Bob Rock told Raine to "stop squealing and start singing."

So basically, I already hated Bob Rock for the nightmare which was "Gravity" and the craptastic band "Metallica," but now I reallly realllllly hate him. If I get this new album, and Raine is not displaying his AMAZING vocal range I will be....there aren't words for what I will be. Okay...I have to move on. Of course, if they never release the frikkin' album, I won't have to worry about it!! Okay, enough. Laters!

Saving

I am currently saving up to pay off my tuition. But after that, I'm saving up for a trip.....to China. I've been promised that it'll be a trip I'll never forget, and who could pass up a guarantee like that?!? :) Laters!

Why My Job Sucks: Reason # 257

It is absolutely GORGEOUS outside. And I have to spend the better part of the day in a cubicle with no windows. Unnngghhhh. I did carpe the diem a little bit though...I woke up at 7:30 this morning and went on a 2 mile run. So, yay for me. Stupid health department. Shower time..laters!

Currently Listening to: "Hate It or Love It (G Unit Remix)" by 50 Cent. I love 50 cent.

Really God?

So April 28th my school work is officially over and April 29th is my last day at the health department. And April 30th was supposed to be partay night. But no. Now Saturday night will be sitting-at-church-for-sister's-confirmation night. Way to screw up some plans. I'm happy for her though...and I will, of course, be there. But really? With the timing?

Also, I have one sunburned shoulder. One perfectly pasty white shoulder, and one red as a boiling lobster. Very funny. Kudos...you're hi-larious.

A Sign of the Times

I love that Sesame Street is addressing the obesity epidemic. Way to go public television- You're a total rock star. :)

Good Times

We decided to celebrate the end of NPHW by polishing off the beer left over from the Thursday night event. There was a lot of beer....clarification: a lot of cheap, nasty beer. Needless to say, it's all gone. We sat in an office at the school, listening to Eminem (one in our number just knew that Eminem didn't call his mother a ho, so we had to listen to the whole CD to find out.) We didn't know that our school's associate dean was still working down the hall. Apparently you could smell the alcohol from down the hall....we'll see if our advisor still has a job on Monday. But, let me just tell everyone: If you have never walked around your school with a plastic cup of beer in your hand, a safari hat on your head, and a group of friends around you- you haven't lived. (You probably also experience less risk of expulsion.)

Then we went out to dinner, and then we went to a bar, and then we went to a club. I got home at 4:30 AM and I had to wake up for this morning's thing at 7:30. My head hurts...but it was totally worth it. A really good time- for reals. :)

Workin' hard for the money

In order to atone for my 4 missed hours of work yesterday, I went into work late today and left early. The best part though, was this:

Boss: Points at timesheet's lack of hours for yesterday.

Samantha: Oh yeah, I just emailed you about that. I was out sick yesterday.

Boss: Huh? Oh, I didn't get that email.

Samantha: I know. I just sent it 5 minutes ago. I was emailing to tell you to add my lunch

hour onto my time for today so that I can have 8 hours.* I was here all day and didn't take lunch.

Boss: Oh, so you didn't take lunch.

Samantha: *Sips from Subway cup* Nope.

I think it's safe to say that I've taken this to an unhealthy level. 3 more weeks. Yeah!!

*Our time system automatically deducts an hour from your time worked for lunch. If you work through lunch, the supervisor has to go back in and credit you an hour.

My body is controlled by music

I woke up way too early, and I turned on Aqualung. I like Aqualung, but their songs are slow. Very sloowwwww. So, I went back to sleep. Then I got up again a few minutes ago, turned them back on, and began to wonder if my computer was spraying tranquilizers in my face. I decided to try something. I switched to a Jamiroquai song (one of the more uptempo ones) and suddenly, I was wide awake. So, I've proven it: My body is controlled by music.

This is kind of cool, but I can see where it could be a liability. Por ejemplo, what if I were to get into a fistfight? Sure, the music that would (undoubtedly) be playing could be something a la "Fight Club" in which case I would totally lay into someone. But what if it's not? What if I get into a fight on an elevator, with only Josh Groban's voice to power my music-driven shell of a body?! I could get hurt! So, I resolve to never go anywhere without my iPod. And to create a new playlist entitled, "Songs to play in case I get in an elevator fight." Always be prepared- that's what my pot-smoking friends in high school taught me (apparently it sucks to be caught without a lighter.) Laters!

Reading

I know that’s like saying ‘water is wet’ but I can’t help myself. Now, Seacrest bashing is already a well covered topic. Hell, it’s practically why Al Gore invented the Internet and letter bombs in the first place. I would only do this if I had something completely original to say about him. Here goes:

Ryan Seacrest is a malignant, 12 lb. tumor on the neck of humanity.

Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuudddgge.

Today is going to be a long-ass day. I was supposed to wake up 42 minutes ago, but was too sleepy so reset the alarm to 6:30. I have a presentation to give today on two papers that I haven't read. I haven't made my PowerPoint, let alone found the guidelines I'm supposed to be using to make the presentation. So, the plan is to do it when I get to work. But I feel like CRAP and my desire to go to work at all is waaayy low. Oooh. I should totally call in. OMG...THAT was a stroke of genius. Yup. I'm totally calling in. Woo! Laters!

I am so sad.

I know I've complained about this before. Sorry. I just have to complain about it again because I'm oh so sad that I can't pop in a new OLP CD and make myself feel better. If you're going to record an album, record it and then release it. All of it. Don't do this releasing clips crap. It's just a big tease, and it sucks. But, if you are an OLP fan, check this out (scroll down to get to the clips) and then let me know what you think. I don't know which I like best. I'm pretty easy to please when it comes to OLP. I think I like "Wipe That Smile Off Your Face" best, just because it actually sounds like OLP. The rest sound totally different. Anyway, I have to be at school by 8 AM to continue the nightmare which is National Public Health Week. So, I'm off to bed. Laters!

Workin' Hard or Hardly Workin'?

I was at work. And I was bored. And cold. So I left. Yay!

I'm starting a silent revolution against working on beautiful days. Every time it is absolutely gorgeous outside, I wear something overly revealing to work. I stay long enough for everyone to see it. And then I leave to enjoy the beautiful day. I return hours later to clock out- because the revolution has to be funded somehow! Anyways...I'm going to make myself a quesadilla and then sit in some grass or something. Laters!

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Dispatches from D'ville

I went home again this weekend (my youngest sister's 10th birthday) and it was a lot of fun. However, I did notice a few things during my trip, and I thought I'd share them here.

1. "Inner City Tattoo and Piercing"- New business that I spotted on my way home. Conveniently located more than 50 miles from the nearest city.

2. "Good Boy!"*note that the "o"s in "Good" were actually pictures of diamond earrings*- A billboard advertising a jewelry store. The billboard had a picture of an attractive blonde woman mouthing the words. I enjoy the parallel drawn between this woman's significant other (and indeed, any woman's significant other) and a dog. Mmmm...classy.

3. "Fallout Shelter"- I've noticed this before, but for some reason they really stood out this weekend. Every civic building in D'ville has a sign designating it as a "Fallout Shelter." Apparently the fact that these brick buildings can function in this capacity is of note. I've also deducted that D'ville is the only city in the US still firmly entrenched in the Cold War. Way to be guys. (Just as an aside, my Grandparents still have a fallout shelter buried in their pasture. So, if Russia decides to bust a cap in our collective ass, you know who to befriend and buy gifts for. Me. Cause I have the fallout shelter hookup. Word.)

Okay, off to get something done. (Theoretically anyway. Never really turns out that way.) Laters!

Rain, Rain Go Away

It is ever so yucky outside. And I have to go to work. :( I hate when it's warm enough to wear open-toed shoes, but you can't wear them because then your toes will get all wet, or you'll slip out of your shoes and fall down. Twice. As was the case yesterday. So I guess I'll wear some regular shoes. Oooh! I know! I'll wear tennis shoes to work (oh so outlawed) since I'm skipping out of work at 9 AM anyway to go work on my grant project. Did I mention that I hate my job?

In other news, my apartment is CLEAN!! Yay! Also, I submitted my resignation to my boss so April 29th will be my last day wearing the shackles of my job. So, everyone mark your calendars: April 30th is oh-my-God-thank-you-for-ending-it-cause-that-job-totally-sucked-monkey-tail partay!! We are going ouuuutttt!! I don't know who "we" is yet, but everyone's welcome because by the end of the night I'm sure I'll have a hard time figuring out who you are anyway. :) AND my friend's coming to visit that week from Seattle!! The last weekend of April is going to totally rock. Only 4 more weeks!!! WOOOHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!! Okay, have to get ready for work. :( Laters!