Random people are dying!

So I woke up today and checked CNN online and Aaron Spelling and Patsy Ramsey's (Jon Benet's mother) died. Two random people from my pop culture knowledge just *poof* gone. Overnight. I honestly have mortality issues. I hate thinking about death, or acknowledging it. Even when it happens to people I don't know, like Aaron Spelling --because then it reminds me that it comes out of no where and death will happen to every one of us. Ugh. I HATE thinking about death. New topic...

So I haven't even lived in my on-campus apartment for a whole month yet and I have complaints. A few days ago, I came home to a note on my door that there would be a power outage from 10 am to 2 pm. Annoying but okay. They are doing some major construction jobs on campus so I figured it was necessary and I also figured I could keep my fridge and freezer closed and everything would be okay. Well the power was still not on at 3 pm when I called and asked the woman, "So who's paying for all our spoiled food?" I said it a bit nicer but that's the gist. Anyway, I left for awhile, getting sick of no electricity and when I got home around 6, it was back on.

I was glad to put this all behind me until I opened my email yesterday. TWO more scheduled outages. Monday from 10 am to 3:30! And Tuesday night 4-9:30. LAME. ABSOLUTELY LAME. Then they had the audacity to write in our email: "We understand this is an inconvenience, especially when it comes to food preparation so dinner is on us. Come to the apartment center and we'll have cold chicken and some corn."

Excuse me? Cold chicken? This is horse hooey. Imagine if these people hired contractors to fix something on their home and the (lazy-ass) company said, "Well we'll need you to lose your power for about 15 hours over the course of 3 days but it's okay... have a bucket of cold chicken." Yeah, you bet your ass our housing officials would get another company. But no, they just screw us over. I'm sorry but 15 hours is excessive. Get in, hook up the damn power and get out. Then turn my power on and leave me alone! My milk went bad for crying out loud-- it was sad, I had just dumped it all over my cheerios when I realized-- ah, the milk did not survive. Made me mad, I had a third of a gallon left.

Okay, so that's a rant...positive news.

Thursday night I attended a bachelorette party for Jenny. Mucho fun. I wish I could add a photo here but blogger hates me. I don't know why, I've always been nice to it. Anyway, every girl (and there were a lot of us) had a white shirt which by the end of the night was sporting all sorts of embarrassing slogans. I had managed to escape any doodles of penises. My shirts sported slogans such as:

"I'm a slave for you"
"I've got the urge to merge"
and
"More Cushin' for the Pushin' "

To be fair, I told someone to write that last one on my stomach-- I mean, why not? :)

On Friday, Tyler and I attended an evening wedding of a mutual friend of ours. So pretty but no air conditioning in the church. At the dance the ring bearer was the star of the evening... easily. I've never seen a child jam out so much. It was lovely. Tyler and I weren't quite feeling the electric slide action so when we left we danced in the parking lot to some Michael Buble-- I *heart* Michael Buble.

Well, I really should get up and continue my job search for the day.

I just told a telemarketer off --- that was fun. How can those ho-bags keep calling me when I put myself on the Do Not Call List? Cause they are ho-bags! Ugh. Lame.