Tuesday, November 29, 2005

This Old Apartment

Pros:
*Location
*Indestructible Carpet (that Clorox the other day didn't do anything, and my iron also didn't melt the carpet! Woohoo keeping the security deposit!)
*Quiet in the bedroom

Cons:
*Front wall made entirely of glass (not soundproof and not very good at holding heat.)
*Heat goes out every 5.2 seconds (it is 44 degrees outside and my heat's been out since yesterday...again!)
*Ug-LY. (Stupid creme and gold highschool paint scheme.)
*Muggers in the back parking lot.
*Did I mention it's flippin' cold in here?

I should move.

Monday, November 28, 2005

Recap

I've been alive for 22 years.

I have been blogging for exactly one year.

I've been a vegetarian for over a year.

I've been friends with Carolyn and Daniel for 5 years. (Wow.)
















I've been friends with Pranathi for 4 years.
















I've been in unrequited love with a guy whose back says "Booger" for 3 years. (Really, I'm surprised you guys haven't staged an intervention yet.)

I've been a big sister for 20 years. (Holy crap.)
















I've been a spinster for a year (according to my youngest sister.)

I've been in school for 17 years, but I still couldn't subtract 5 from 22 without using "finger-math" that I learned in 2nd grade (Thanks for the debilitating math skill, Mrs. Jeong.)

I've lived in Alabama for 10 years (that is so depressing.)

I've worked at my current job for 3 years.

I've survived the internship that made me want to start this blog in the first place.

I've had over 5,600 visits to my blog from people all over the world.

I know it's not always the best material, but thanks for stopping by.
Here's to another year at A Caffeinated Place. Cheers everyone.

Tuesday, November 22, 2005

How to tell it's 6 AM

I'm still asleep. I went into the bathroom and saw a bug move, so I went to find a can of Raid. Nope, no Raid. Fresh out. So, I go back into the bathroom and grab some cleaning spray. I then proceed to chase the bug around the apartment spraying him with....this is the good part.....wait for it....Clorox. So now I'm sitting here waiting for the magic color change on my RENTED APARTMENT's carpet and mourning the loss of my security deposit. The upside: Bugs totally can't handle Clorox. Downside: I am a complete moron. Laters.

Friday, November 11, 2005

Wake-Up Call

I went to school today wearing:
-a white button-down shirt that is a size too large for me
-my only pair of blue jeans without holes or paint on them
-white socks that didn't match
-brown clogs
-my hair down and straightened
-my little sister's belt
-and no jewelry

I had three people ask what the occasion was.

Also, I noticed that every time I receive a compliment on something I'm wearing, invariably it is an article of clothing or accessory that I have stolen from one of my sisters.

Note to self: Stop looking like shit every day.

Tuesday, November 08, 2005

Rapacious Monkeys: Pack the Second

So we were scheduled to fight out way through the second pack of rapacious monkeys on the way to dodgeball nirvana tonight. Luckily the pack didn't show up and they forfeited. Hey, a win's a win in my book :)

Where are they now?

Remember Alan Hunter? He was a VJ on MTV back in the 80's. Kind of good looking...kind of plain...whatever. He used to look like this:


Well, now he lives in Birmingham and he has this really awesome place called "Workplay." Workplay is a bar/recording studio/place to film commercials/awesome place to see concerts. Because Workplay is smoke-free. I went to see the Graham Colton Band at Workplay and it was the first concert I left without sounding like an 80-year old smoker. It was great.

So, the charity that I volunteer with, the Crohn's and Colitis Foundation had their annual gala at Workplay on Friday night. Guess who I met? Alan Hunter. I know, it's probably the lamest star-sighting ever because A) He's totally not famous anymore. B) He was never really very famous and C) It's really easy to see him in Birmingham. But guess what? I live in Birmingham, ALABAMA. Don't take this away from me!! Plus, I think it beats the pants off my repeated "Triple H" sightings. Seriously. That dude is stalking me.

Alan looks more like this now:


And his wife looks to be about 12 years old. But it's okay. Cause he's nice...and he's kind of handsome. But mainly he's nice. He bought raffle tickets from C and I. Go him. :)

Monday, November 07, 2005

Conversations with R

R: You should rent "Tales of the City." It has Olympia Dukakis and it is great.
Me: (searching for the movie on IMDB) Wow, Robert Downey Sr. was in this movie.
R: What?
Me: (looking at pictures of Robert Downey Sr. in his biography)
R: Who is that?
Me: It's Robert Downey Jr.'s Dad!
R: What's his name.
Me: Um, Robert Downey Sr. Dumbass.
R: HAHAHAHAHA
Me: HAHAHAHAHA

We laugh a lot.

Wednesday, November 02, 2005

We are such a scary country

I am an American. Born and raised here. Have never left the country (to my dismay.) My parents are both retired military and hard-core conservative Republicans (again to my dismay.) You would think this upbringing would have made me more receptive to the idea of secret terror prisons worldwide.

Oddly enough, it hasn't.

Tuesday, November 01, 2005

Dodgeball Update

Um. Can you say TOTAL DOMINATION?!? Because my team was totally dominated. You don't play to the best of 7 games. They set a timer for 40 minutes and you play til it runs out. Final score? 10 games to 5. Team Koro (my team) was crushed. Hard. And with extreme prejudice. Particularly by this really short kid who we dubbed "Napoleon."

The other team (probably because they killed us) was really sportsman-like and all "good game blah blah blah" when the game was over. We're walking past them and they're saying "you guys have a good night!" and my teammates are walking past smiling saying, "Yeah! You too...ya bastard." One of my teammates got hit in the foot during the game, turns to the person, waves and smiles, then turns to me and goes "that bitch." I swear, our team should have been named "Bitter" or "We Need Anger Management." Not that I'm one to be talking. I cursed Napoleon with the best of them.

On a side note, when you're going to be on a sports team, don't let a doctor be your captain. Our team is named after a psychological condition in which the patient believes their penis is shrinking and is going to disappear. Why is our team named this? Your guess is as good as mine. My friends. What can I say? They're frikkin' nuts. But again, I'm not one to talk. ;) G'night!

It's too early for this

Got up super-crazy early to take a shower before meeting my friend at the library. Took a shower, la la la, went to blowdry my hair. Turned on an old Simpsons Treehouse of Horror episode, laid down, and commenced to drying. Drying, drying drying. All of a sudden, click click, hot hot, and I throw down the dryer. Look at it, and there's a small fire inside of its plastic casing. So it is not even 7 AM and I have already set my blowdryer ablaze. Uunngghh. There's nothing like starting the day with half a head of wet hair. Woo!

Today's schedule is going to be a lot of fun. Study til 10 AM....molecular genetics at 11...biochemistry at 12:30....church at 6 PM (All Saints Day peeps)....and then, the much anticipated DODGEBALL GAME. At 10:15 PM. I'm not going to be able to dodge anything because I'll be half asleep. And apparently the way you play is best out of 7 games. I do not want to play 7 games of dodgeball at 10:15 PM. Oh well...I'll let you guys know how it goes! Wish us luck!


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