God will punish you for not partying

Ha. Not really, I don't think God cares whether I party or not but I am bummed.

Last night I covered the Black Eyed Peas and Swollen Members concert. Really REALLY fun! I had never seen a hip hop show and it was aweosome. The Peas were actually really great performers and had the whole audience dancing.

However, after working the show, running back to the Herald to write the story etc. I was pretty wiped. Leigh Ann tried to talk me into going to Gilly's dance club and I said "nah," went home, watched Friends and passed out.

Turns out the Peas made an appearance at Gilly's!

Nuts! I should have sucked it up and partied!!

At least I got Swollen Members to sign my ticket. Rock on!

Okay. Must run, or I'll be late to work...

Monday? More like no-fun day

*this should have been posted Monday... sorry for the delay***

I've officially declared Sundays and Mondays to be no fun. Sundays can be fun if you don't work but usually, if you're in college and are cramming in weekend hours, you'll be working AND you'll have schoolwork. Blech. Mondays are bad because they come after Sunday and they mean you have a whole week of school ahead of you.

Today wasn't horrible but I feel like at any moment I could pass out exhausted. I'm still fighting an icky cold, sinus infection thing and that is no fun either. Luckily, the weather today makes up for everything. If I could rule the world, this would be the weather I'd order everyday. It's a brisk fall temp of 65, smell of autumn, blue blue BLUE skies and a sun! Love it. It was the only thing that made shape-up good today. We played soccer. I've realized there are some people in that class who are uber-competitive, a big difference from me who will normally cheer no matter what team scores a goal. Today a girl kicked the ball right at my head. I naturally threw up my hands to block my face (my poor, poor face) and she snarled. "HA CHEATER. Can't use your hands in soccer." Sorry my bad. Next time I'll let you knock my glasses off. Later I also got kicked in the shin. But it was a fun time mostly.

I'm uber excited because it appears that Tyler has found a new car. A new used car at any rate, this means we can go back to having separate cars. Hooray for that. It's a sexy car, 4 doors power locks and doohickeys and a blue color that Tyler and I like to refer to as "stealth."

On Friday I went to my first Muslim prayer service. I had to wear long sleaves and a long skirt and cover my hair and neck. I felt a little funny but okay. I thought it was really interesting and beautiful but just can't get over that women are either supposed to pray at home or in a separate room. It was a room full of Muslim men-- no women! I have a Muslim girl in my class and she swore that she prefered it this way but it doesn't sit right with my western upbringing. It just seems funny. I mean, we'd raise our eyebrows if black people had to pray at home or in another room, right? Why is it different when it comes to gender. Why does what is between our legs have to define us so much. It gets frustrating.

This week already feels long... *sigh*

Friday! Friday! Friday!

I forgot when I'm up this early that TBS plays Dawson's Creek. I love to hate this show. People who look like they're 30 pretending to be in high school and waxing philosophical for endless hours about relationships... it's like, don't you have homework or an extracurricular activity? Anything? Then I look at Katie Holmes and I just want her to run. Run, Katie! Tom is coming!

I didn't sleep well at all last night so I think tonight after my last class I shall crawl home and fall on my bed. I knew it wouldn't be a good night for sleeping when I caught myself watching infomercials for hair products by some guy named Jonathan. I really think I need his root booster spray. Too bad it's $53.00 I don't think my roots need boosting that bad.

I love Megan Mullally. I saw her talk show in the doctor's office the other day (and in case you're worried, don't panic... only a sinus infection). I always loved Megan on Will & Grace. When I grow up I think I want to be Karen Walker.

A bit of a rant. I did a very stupid thing last night and got myself into a political discussion with two drunk guys. So dumb. I am so dumb. Why argue with people about that stuff? Why argue with hammered people about anything? To be fair, I swear it wasn't all my fault but the fact that I didn't just shut up makes me seriously question my ability to be smarter than drunk people.

But it just bugs me. I know it shouldn't but I try to be patient but I can only hear about "liberal doucheness" so much before I start to feel a little squished personally. Yes, they were drunk but it's still annoying. If I'm too aggressive when I argue my opinion, I'm being a bitch or I'm "pushing my opinions on people" and yet if I try to be calm and listen and THEN put in my opinion, I get interrupted and made fun of. I'm the dumb girl who thinks peace is a good thing to strive for... silly me! Oh, that's so cute, Emily thinks she can go in and "talk" to other people and solve problems. Back off! Quit patronizing me. I'm not a toked out hippie acting like the world's problems are easy to solve. Never. Talk. Politics. Ever. Unless. You. Are. Sober. And. Even. Then. Exercise. Caution. Around. Republican. Men.

Whatever. I woke up on the wrong side of the bed. Then I read the paper and was sad that some of my articles had editing mistakes in them. Roar.

Last night I met Tyler, the Real World guy. Who was pretty funny but I still got the "I can be so bitchy your head spins" vibe. That's probably why they cast him on reality T.V. I would never try out for reality T.V. but if I did, I guarantee I would not be cast. What drama would they have with me? Oh yeah, debating with drunk people, maybe I would be perfect.

Sentences.

I think I have mono. All I want to do is sleep.

I have so little time it's ridiculous.

Tomorrow I have to interview Tyler from Real World Key West-- he's coming to UND. Problem is, I saw enough of his season to realize he's a total butthole. It's gonna be hard not to bring that up.

Problems from my past are cropping up and I don't want to deal with them.

What are the odds that things will get better?

When Project Runway marathons are on, I don't get anything done.

Star Struck

I just interviewed this guy. Is it possible to sound hot on the phone? Cause he did! :)

Check out the group Swollen Members:
http://myspace.com/swollenmembers
They have great music!

I shouldn't be blogging right now

...because I have so much to do. But it's been so crazy lately.

A random rundown of recent events.

I have no time to myself lately. School is going full speed ahead and I'm in a crazy transition period where it feels like I'm working 10 jobs. Finishing up at the cosmetics place AND freelancing for the Herald AND starting at B&B (which rocks by the way) Good luck to me ever bringing home a paycheck. I love nice smelling things.

As part of my Herald job, I will skip my lunch hour tomorrow to interview a rap group called "Swollen Members." Yeah. Stop and absorb that one. I am calling a guy whose name is "Prevail." What are the odds I'm not gonnna come across as an out-of-touch North Dakota girl?

Getting up every morning to go to "Shape Up" and "Swimming" has been rough but beneficial. Last swim class we played water polo. I'm not even gonna waste your time explaining how bad I was. They made me goalie. Are they nuts? The lame girl by the edge of the pool, treading water with her glasses on!!! And Shape Up isn't much better... yesterday we played football and I was trying to get a work out so I was running and looking back giving the "I'm open" signal with my hands. Stupid move. Of course I was open but I didn't really want them to pass to me. Unfortunately, they did. A guy launched the football at me and I stood there, terrified and I screamed. Seriously, like a little kid. I caught the ball but my ego is still hurting.

Today we did circut training ... in the football training room. Not good for people like me. The smallest dumbell was the size of my head. "Um, Coach, sorry, can't really do bicep curls with 90 pound weights." We need a more average-joe friendly gym space cause I wasn't the only one that couldn't lift those suckers.

Tyler told me that he waited on a guy at Best Buy today that used the phrase, "It's like finding a nigger in a woodpile." Yow. How do you respond to that? Tyler described the man as looking like "Farmer John"-- a big, fat ,white guy. I think that's insensitive to the non-racist farmers out there, but I get his point. Who honestly talks like that anymore and to a stranger in public no less!?

Tonight I bought the coolest underwear ever. They are purple and they say "Sleep Now. Study Later." I couldn't agree more. Except now I have study and blog more later... bye :)

PS: Hang in there, Davey. I love you. It'll get better.

Where my girls at?

This is so gross. What is going on with the world? A question for my lady friends... do you remember what your dolls looked like when you were young? I bet not like these Bratz dolls!

Here's a description of the Sugar and Spice dolls:

"Phoebe "Sugar" is dressed in a fluffy pink jacket with pink and black underwear, while Roxxi "Spice" has an open faux leather jacket and skimpy red and black lingerie. Both dolls have baby milk bottles hanging off chains strapped to their legs. "

Um EWWW!

But it's gotten worse. Now Bratz is marketing lingerie and PADDED bras... for 6 year olds! WHAT? That's the joy of being 6, you don't need a bra and you sure as hell don't need a padded bra!

Tiny, matching bras and underwear have come out in many children's brands including Bratz, Saddle Club and Barbie.

Bratz distributor Funtastic defended the lingerie saying, "The idea of the padding is for girls to be discreet as they develop."

Target, a distributor of Bratz, also stood by the underwear line. They say it provides, "fashionable items that give girls modesty and style as they go through development changes."

UM? How do you figure that making false breasts on a 6-year-old is helping her maintain modesty?

In my mind this is in poor taste. What is discreet about putting a child in a padded bra?

I can't imagine any parent buying their daughter this product! It just screams icky Jon Benet, pedophile fantasy. I hope these dolls and the pre-pubescent lingerie line get pulled from the shelves... But that's just me.

What do you think?

For more yuck, go to bratz.com and look at other dolls in the baby bratz line-- scary!

A very cool post.. so says me

Lately I've tried to be awesome. Before my Portland trip, I blew through G.F. like a storm. I finally had it with the crappy history professor who managed to ruin what promised to be a very interesting subject (History since 1945). Not only that, he was mean to me! Not cool. I'm a senior, I don't need to put up with this crap. I left his class thinking to myself "I'll be damned if I come back here again." So I went home, logged into campus connection and clicked the "drop" button. Ah liberation-- it felt great.

This left me in a slight predicament as I was now 2 credits shy of my graduation requirement (kind of a big deal). I decided to try a whole new approach to school. Where I do nothing, and get credit. Hence, physical education classes. So now Mondays and Wednesday I have "Shape Up" for an hour, and Tuesday and Thursday I have swimming. It's a fun really. My only job is to show up and sweat. It's a nice change from showing up, getting huge homework assignments, and going home and sweating over that. (A big shout out to Davey, who once again saved my butt by stepping in as my advisor)

More blowing through G.F. included paying my tutition (ouch) and quitting my job! Whoo hoo! But sad because I did like make-up but I have more hours at the new place-- Bath and Body Works!!! Hello nice smelling soaps and candles!!

Then I hopped the plane to Portland (with no liquids or gels in tow). Actually, that's a lie. I went through security but they missed a hand-lotion in my bag that I had also overlooked. So much for homeland security.

Portland was a breath of fresh air. Sarah took me all over. The beautiful beach (see below). And I stuck my toes in the Pacific (a welcome relief seeing as how the sand on the way to the shore was 800 degrees).



I got a chance to see the famed "Haystack Rock" - you'd recognize it if you saw the Goonies movie.


Sarah and I are bosom friends (a la Anne of Green Gables) we have similiar tastes in music, movies, and our senses of humor are alike. But above all, we can shop together like no other. Calm down. Most of the shoes are hers.



Here we are at Carl's swanky downtown condo in the Pearl District. We're ready for our night at the gay clubs! The only club to party at, really. PS: Matt's shirt read "PIG"-- not sure why.

Observe the hot gay men...


Sarah also took me to Multnomah Falls. 611 feet of gorgeous cascading water.


So that's the trip on fast forward. We had tons of fun. Leaving was sad (observe sad faces)

But it was a great time.

Now, however, I'm back to the real world. New job training starts next week, papers have due dates and people have started asking hard questions like "So what do you want after graduation?" Ugh I hate hard questions.

To wrap up

The coolest thing to happen this week: I have been hired by the Herald to do freelance work. Including previewing and covering the Black Eyed Peas concert and more recently covering the opening of the new, improved Playmakers Bar/Club in Fargo. I went to a bona fide swanky club opening. I was feeling pretty kick-ass in my black skirt, blazer top with my news pad stalking the crowd and sipping cocktails. Very Carrie Bradshaw-esque. Did I mention they had a five-tiered chocolate fountain? It took all my willpower not to stand by it all night. PS: The club rocks and I'm super stoked it's only an hour away.

The lamest thing to happen to me this week: Full on allergy attack and it hasn't let up in days, I go no where without kleenex and four inhalers. I've skipped class and work and I tried in vain to book an appointment with my allergist -- according to the receptionist, he can't see anyone until January. JANUARY? I gave up and stopped in with my primary doctor, who primarily, just loaded me up with more nasal spray and pills. I suddenly understood Van Gogh, the man cut off his ear, and I now have the urge to remove my nose.

I must close, pray for a frost for me. Once everything freezes over, I may be able to breathe again.

Just for fun

You Are a Mermaid

You are a total daydreamer, and people tend to think you're flakier than you actually are. While your head is often in the clouds, you'll always come back to earth to help someone in need. Beyond being a caring person, you are also very intelligent and rational. You understand the connections of the universe better than almost anyone else.

What Mythological Creature Are You?

You Have a Melancholic Temperament

Introspective and reflective, you think about everything and anything. You are a soft-hearted daydreamer. You long for your ideal life. You love silence and solitude. Everyday life is usually too chaotic for you. Given enough time alone, it's easy for you to find inner peace. You tend to be spiritual, having found your own meaning of life. Wise and patient, you can help people through difficult times. At your worst, you brood and sulk. Your negative thoughts can trap you. You are reserved and withdrawn. This makes it hard to connect to others. You tend to over think small things, making decisions difficult.

What Temperment Are You?

You Are Animal

A complete lunatic, you're operating on 100% animal instincts. You thrive on uncontrolled energy, and you're downright scary. But you sure can beat a good drum. "Kill! Kill!"

The Muppet Personality Test

You May Be a Bit Dependent...

You're more than a little preoccupied with being abandoned. You need a lot of support in your life, at all times. It's difficult for you to survive on your own... And you don't reallly think you ever could.

What Personality Disorder Are You?

Your Love Song Is

You and Me by Lifehouse "Cause it's you and me and all of the people with nothing to do Nothing to prove And it's you and me and all of the people And I don't know why, I can't keep my eyes off of you" For you, love is very intense and a little difficult to express.

What Love Song Are You?

Your Dream Engagement Ring Has an Oval Diamond!

An oval diamond is classic enough to reflect your femininity... While being unique enough to show off that individual style you've cultivated Your creative side will be delighted with the amount of twinkle your diamond showcases And your ring's unique design will go well with all that artistic jewelry you've collected!

What's Your Dream Engagement Ring?