Pigs in the sea

12.29.05

Song of the Day: Rent - Seasons Of Love

I took my grandmother to get her hair done today, and she was telling me about how people are having things stolen from their rooms in the assisted living home she lives in. I was thinking about it, and on one hand, you don't want to discount the accusations (we had our own thief one semester when I lived in the sorority house), but on the other hand, since the place she lives in specializes in dementia care, you have to wonder...

My sister and I went to a Chinese buffet for dinner tonight and when we were paying at the end, we noticed a sign by the cash register that listed different "to go" deals. There were three different prices you could pick from - one was for meals that didn't have seafood in them, one was for a mixture of seafood and chicken, and the third was for seafood-only meals. Under that, they listed all the items in the buffet that they considered to be seafood. One of them was "ham". Yeah, go figure that one out.

On the way home from dinner, my newly-turned-18 sister decided she wanted to buy cigarettes. Not because she smokes, but simply because she could. Such a blatant abuse of power.

08:14 PM [link]

More Christmas babies

12.28.05

Song of the Day: Fiona Apple - Criminal

Everyone I know was born within two months of Christmas, it's insane.

Today my little sister turns 18. Which is entirely not allowed, so I say "Happy Birthday" under protest. I bought her a Best Buy giftcard since I didn't know which Nintendo DS games she had bought herself already, but in reality, it's a magical contraption that will knock 10 years off her age when she uses it.

10:38 PM [link]

Big milestone...

12.26.05

Song of the Day: Depeche Mode - Precious

A very big happy birthday to Tara...and it's a big milestone birthday. Which will make it even more hilarious when internet idiots call her "cute" and tell her that they think she's 18.

I have Big Plans for an Indian food buffet tonight. I'm drooling just thinking about it.

03:34 PM [link]

Transit Strike

12.20.05

Song of the Day: Utada - Exodus 04

In case anyone's missed the news today, NYC transit workers went on strike today, effectively shutting down all subways and buses.

That completely terrifies me. If that happened here in Chicago, I'd be totally stranded. The only way to get anywhere outside of a one-mile radius would be to hail a cab, and cabs are expensive. It's over $10 to get from here to the Loop (the heart of Downtown Chicago where my school is), and paying over $20 a day just to get to and from school would wipe out my wallet in no time. And even if everyone could afford to take a cab, there aren't enough cabs to move this entire city's commuting population. No matter what, without public transportation, everything would grind to a halt.

Honestly, thinking about the effect such a strike would have makes me angry at the strikers. I want to grab them by the shoulders and shake them and tell them to stop whining because their whining is affecting thousands of people who had nothing to do with their failed negotiations.

In other idiot news today, SOME ASSHOLE STOLE A BABY PENGUIN, and now it's probably going to die. I think I'm going to cry.

I'm off to the post office (to which I will get to by taking the bus) to mail some textbooks I sold online. I'm anticipating massive lines, and I'm (futilely) hoping that the post office will have a "I'm not one of those people who waited until the last minute to send their gifts" express line.

12:31 PM [link]

Free!

12.19.05

Song of the Day: Lola - No Strings (Josh Harris Radio Edit)

And just like that, I am done with the semester. For the first time in forever, I can watch a movie or play a video game without feeling that twinge of guilt that I should be working on something else. Next semester should be better than this semester, although Personal Income Tax has the potential to be a major boring headache, and then there's the necessary evil of Legal Writing 4 (which is the final legal writing class of my law school career!).

I've recognized, at this point, that I have a pattern of freaking out and chilling that I go through every semester. I flip back and forth between both ends of the spectrum a dozen times in the last two months of class, including several times while taking each final exam (which is always a stress inducing time, since the entire grade for each non-Legal Writing class is based entirely on the final).

The best part is always when finals are over, and I can finally just mellow out. I don't stress out about what my grades are going to be (it would be hazardous to my health; the grades just trickle in one by one as the professors get around to turning them in, it could be weeks before I receive any or all of them), and I don't go back and review my notes and then stress out about, "Did I remember to say that? Did I get that right? Dammit, I forgot THAT." Right now it's 3:30 in the morning, and I'm blissfully listening to David Bowie and playing a video game and feeling so apathetic about school that someone might mistake me for a slacker who never cracked open a book all semester.

03:34 AM [link]

High school wimps

12.16.05

Song of the Day: Benassi Bros feat. Dhany - Make Me Feel (Sfaction Mix)

High schoolers are frickin' wimps. Apparently high school students are complaining about "feeling the burden" of the 3 hour and 45 minute SATs, and the College Board has decided it might break it into separate sections.

This news comes after I've taken two 3 1/2 hour tests in the last four days, and am about to plow into the third (and final) one tomorrow (yes, tomorrow is Saturday. I bet high school wimps would complain about that too). A few of my finals last year were even 4 hours long, and I used every second of that time.

Precious high school students, you're so...cute. Don't ever go to law school. Kthxbai.

06:05 PM [link]

OH MY GOD I'M OLD

12.12.05

Song of the Day: Shakira - Don't Bother

Today I was looking at the Sigma Kappa group for my college on Facebook, and I noticed that the list of new elected officials was up. Much to my horror, most of the positions, including President, have gone to girls who joined after I graduated. The President is someone I don't know! Which means, HOLY GOD AM I OLD.

That reminds me, I need to call my Lil back.

Aside from that disturbing revelation, I'm in a pretty damn good mood. I discovered that my first exam is Tuesday, not Monday like I originally thought. Also, the n3rd fed me lots of good fud (fud: (noun) Truly excellent food that causes fudgasms) this weekend, both that which he bought and that which he made. Who can argue with that?

01:08 AM [link]

n3rds

12.08.05

Song of the Day: David Bowie - Changes

So today I woke up at an ungodly hour to pick up the n3rd from the airport and then shipped him off to Northwestern University, where he's meeting with a bunch of professors. I keep looking over at his stuff and thinking it'd be really funny if I did something devious like sew all his socks shut, but he brought me chocolate and a pretty present that's currently hanging from my neck, so I suppose that means I should be nice.

Some people may have noticed from the comments on the last entry that I am featured on Bloggin' Hotties. I'm not even dignifying this with a link, since it's all a result of J's snark, but I do find it highly amusing that the site owner thinks Kristy is still in college, and then said that I was "practicing law". He also posted a picture of me from when I was 17, from the photography section of my site. I find that way creepy. It's like, dude, those aren't for drooling over.

01:45 PM [link]

5 weird habits

12.06.05

Song of the Day: Holly Valance - Tongue Tied

So Shannon has been on me to post 5 weird habits that I have, because she "tagged" me in her blog. I'll bite, since she's going to have my head if I don't.

1. Like Shannon, my closet is organized very particularly. I have my pants, my skirts, my tank tops, my short sleeved shirts, and my long sleeved shirts all separated from each other, and each group is organized by color. All my CDs and all my video games are also alphabetized. Despite this, there isn't any real organization to my bookshelves or shoes.

2. If I don't catch a TV series from the beginning, I just can't watch it. I have DVD sets for the Gilmore Girls, Dead Like Me, Queer As Folk, The L Word, and a few other shows on my Netflix list, but I can't actually watch them until all the seasons come out so I can watch them without long gaps between each season. I own the first two seasons of Alias, but can't watch them until the rest are out.

3. I can't stand having long nails. When I see people with toenails that extend over their toes, I nearly puke. When my fingernails get even slightly long, I start feeling like they're going to break off.

4. I own at least 10 pairs of jeans, but I only wear one or two pair at a time until they're literately falling apart.

5. I like n3rds. That was a cop-out, I know, but I can't think of a fifth thing, and liking a n3rd is a pretty bizarre thing to do.

I'm not going to sic this on anyone, but if someone wants to take time out of end-of-the-semester homework to list their own five weirdest habits, go right ahead.

11:58 PM [link]

Mr. Dot

12.05.05

Song of the Day: Rachel Stevens - I Said Never Again (But Here We Are)

While sorting through a stack old greeting cards, I came across a postcard from Mr. Dot from when he went with J and her mom to Las Vegas. Those readers who don't know Mr. Dot can stop reading here, as all hilarity will be lost on you.

The postcard, which features a collage of Las Vegas wedding chapels on the front, says, "Dear Brooke: Wild Thang, I think I wub you. Let's elope here kthx. Cheers! Love, Mr. Dot."

J's followup postcard reads:

"Dear Brooke, Please excuse Mr. Dot's proposition, as he is both drunk and tired. He has, in fact, propositioned all of the Kallure girls via postcard in 5 min. Come to Las Vegas! We want our Brooke! Love, J."

Good old Mr. Dot, always trying to get to J through her friends. ;D

12:43 AM [link]

Way too seriously...

12.02.05

Song of the Day: Bananarama - Feel For You

During the last three and a half years that I've had this blog, I've seen some pretty dumbass stuff, like the coining of the stupid term "blogosphere" and the development of this self-importance among people who think they're hot shit because they put words on the Internet. But really, I think that this incident takes the cake:

I checked up on a blog I haven't visited in a few days, only to find that the author had put up a sign that she was shutting her blog down because her life is a wreck and she is hanging on by a thread, and her blog has something to do with this. I raise an eyebrow and go to her husband's blog, and he has up a similar sign saying that he is shutting down his blog because his self-esteem is in shambles and his marriage is in disrepair...and he, too, seems to be blaming his blog for this.

J and I spent a few moments musing over this, trying to figure out how a blog could have such an effect on someone's marriage and self-esteem. Finally, we just decided that they're dramatic and think they're much more important than they really are. I mean, it's a frickin' blog. Unless you're all up on how IMPORTANT you are in the BLOGOSPHERE in the eyes of other BLOGGERS, I don't see how your blog can ruin your marriage. Or why you would then turn around and blog about it. Really, that's probably one of the more amusing parts of this story.

I promise that you, my fair readers (or maybe just my fair friends, who knows who actually reads this thing outside of the people I bribe), will never happen across such notices here. I'm not dramatic enough to blame the deterioration of my personal relationships on my blog, nor do I take myself seriously enough to think that the "blogosphere" would really need to know such things about my life (you will notice that you can't tell when my dating relationships begin and end by reading through my blog archives, except when I start or stop mentioning somebody on a regular basis).

On another note, what the hell was up with the person on Blockbuster's website who rated Adam Sandler's Anger Management 4 1/2 out of 5 stars?

06:48 PM [link]