Brindisms

Lost Goat

Sun, 10 Sep 2006 00:36:17 GMT

This was too great to not commit to a blog.

So, on Friday I was driving home from GVSU, turning right onto 36th from Filmore. And I see this little deer....no wait, it's not a deer....yes, it's a goat.

It was this sandy-colored little goat, just kicking around in a cornfield in the middle of nowhere; no farm houses close by. I drive on, and suddenly I remember that right there at the intersection of 36th and Filmore was a sign claiming "Lost Goat!" So I drove all the way back to school, see that the goat is still there, get the number and call it.

And of course, I get the dude's voicemail. And I don't even know if I got the right number because he didn't say anything like, "If you're calling about the goat..."

So, the best part is, if I dialed wrong or got connected wrong due to roaming and area codes and all that, then some dude has my number and me, saying, "Yeah, I think your goat is wandering around in this cornfield, you'd better head out here quick!"

I did park and walk along the road, too. I didn't "baa" at the goat, but I did talk to it. I said, "What are you doing here, goat? Go home! There's nothing here for you! That corn is dead."

I would gone to pet it, but there's always that gripping fear of being dropped kicked. By a goat.

And that, kids, is my lost goat story.

So, check out how horrible this is

Wed, 14 Jun 2006 16:31:56 GMT

For those of you from EK that don't know, I'm seeing Aaron Kiesel; Ryan's older brother.

Anyways, his psychotic ex-girlfriend myspace-messages me with "You can't trust him, he hangs out with me all the time, he's an ass, he acts like a child blah blah blah:" this really nasty email. We find out later that her exact words were "Payback's a bitch," that less than half of it was true, and that she did it to spite him and didn't care if she hurt me, whom she had never even met.

So, I write back, saying- in a few choice words- Fuck off, leave me alone you slut- and I guess I made her cry (awesome!).

But get this: Aaron got angry with me for making her cry.

......is there some reason that men suck? What the hell did *I* do wrong here?

And the worst part is, I canceled plans to hang with April and Crystal at Taps to get this all sorted out.

Ahhh...

Thu, 23 Mar 2006 15:15:14 GMT

OK, I know I have been neglecting all my old internet haunts as of late, but I've been bullied intoa enw one: the dreaded, dreaded myspace.

If you lovers out there have an account, my name there is _natallica_

I'd post the link but it hasn't been working. Stupid myspace. See what I mean?

An update? From ME? Surely I jest...

Wed, 01 Mar 2006 02:03:57 GMT

Family-Related Bitching
Stephanie and Mom had a huge blow out yesterday, over various things. One; Steph doesn't help around the house. Two, she's now calling Devon (the guy she cheated on Mark with two years ago) her boyfriend. He hooked back up with her a week before he left to South Korea for two years (army). Mom hates Devon. So, Steph ran out and rented a two-bedroom apartment she could've easily afforded, and told me I could crash in the second bedroom anytime I wanted. Then, Dad talked her out of it. Stupid tease. I wanted that bedroom, dammit!

School-Related Moaning
I am failing Greek 202. The prof is working with me every Friday to help me. Why am I failing Greek, you might ask? Because I failed the midterm. I translated all five assigned passages, and bombed #2 and #3. I thought, "Fuck it, leave 'em blank, get outta here." Instead, I tried to finish them, thinking I'd scrape a few points. Then I get it back and he says "You were supposed to pick three of the five passages, and because you did all five I just went with the first three." And #1, #4, and #5 were fine. I would've gotten an 82%. The lesson? When your brain says "Bail, stupid!" just go with it.

Tomorrow, I have a twenty minute presentation on Carl Jung, to do in front of the Chair of the Classics Department. And I didn't find the book I was supposed to present from. And I haven't started reading the other book he gave me. And I have no intention of starting.

Car-Related Issues
First, I got my first-ever civil infraction. I "yielded" at a stop sign. In a deserted parking lot. On campus. Ninety dollars.

Then, I got into my first accident. Two cars crashed into each other and I crashed into them, so I like to think it wasn't my fault.

I'd bitch more, but I don't wanna.

OKAY...

Wed, 11 Jan 2006 19:45:58 GMT

...so I've been sitting in the Classics library (where my Capstone is taking place) and so far only two, much older men are sitting in the room, discussing their Latin 402 class and agree that there are no books for this class, and the prof hasn't come in yet and I'm so ungodly nervous that I stepped out in the hallway for a few.

Man, why am I so nervous about this class?

Cappy Cap Capstone

Wed, 11 Jan 2006 18:27:52 GMT

So, both Brian's and the bookstore do not list books for Levitan's capstone class, which I have in mere hours. The e-reserve on the GVSU library site has naught, and there is no Blackboard page.

So, I am basically going to show up to my three-hour long capstone empty-handed. And scares the ever-lovin'
crap outta me.

In other news, man-alive, was the hour of Scrubs-goodness last night terrific!

Mon, 02 Jan 2006 06:25:34 GMT

OK, so...who rang in the New Year like a stupid bitch?

::jabs thumbs at own chest::

*This girl*

Anyways, before the suckfest that was New Year's, I got highlites in my hair (first dye job ever for me), work was fine, and my GPA was a 3.0 this semester, bringing my cumulative down to a 3.197 and my worst class was easily Greek (B-).

Man, have I mentioned that I feel like a shitty, crappity, terrible, thoughtless, whorish, hypocritical, stupid, moronic, so frustrated with myself that I want to puke type of embarrassment?

Whirlwind

Sun, 11 Dec 2005 19:09:52 GMT

Classes....are over, dudes and gentleladies.

I have exams this coming up week and then I have a good two...two and half weeks before the panic sets in over my capstone.

I plan on remedying this by getting really, really fucked up next week.

Oh yeah. It's immature. I don't care.

Fri, 02 Dec 2005 14:45:29 GMT

You know what sucks? Writing papers. Three of them. Due within a week of each other.

Mildly annoyed

Fri, 11 Nov 2005 15:08:30 GMT

So, my old Greek prof asked for help with a mythology workshop for elementary kids and I volunteered. Over a week ago.

She emails me today with what needs to be done for tomorrow and yeah, it's a hefty load.

Christ, already! It's the Senior Classics League all over again! I volunteered for that, and for three weeks went up to them asking, "What should I do to prepare?" and nothing. On the day itself, we were told, "You're going to put on a skit. Gather over here for five minutes and think one up."

It's amazing how incredibly unorganized my entire frickin' department is. I would have asked this prof earlier but she is on sabbatical.

Thu, 10 Nov 2005 03:25:12 GMT

Have I mentioned that I really, truly, entirely, all-encompassingly...hate, loathe, despise, want to murder, spit nails when I think of him, and all-around just want to punch in the throat JJ Abrams?

Lost Season One was art. Pure art.

Lost Season Two? Well, the definition of art is anything man-made that is intended to evoke emotion. I just think Abrams was aiming at an emotion other than total and utter rage and fury.

I can seriously spit nails right now.

GAH!

Mon, 07 Nov 2005 16:40:15 GMT

I just stumbled upon the spoiler for who dies this week on Lost, and I don't like it! :(

"Mmmhmm. Yes, there are definately more than one childrens in thar."

Mon, 07 Nov 2005 15:43:53 GMT

Skippy, skippy, skippy. You know how I'm feeling right now? Pretty damn skippy. I feel I could skip the rest of the whole day away. Perhaps also I'll blow off work, although I think my bosses might get mad at me if I skieve away and also I should probably go in and tell the boys that I'm not going to Easttown tonight because I just don't feel like it.

....History class? What history class?

Anyways, I'm supposed to get my Greek exam back at noon and I have a paper to write for Bergman's the Twilight of American Culture for tomorrow.

School aside, I had an alright weekend. Work sucked but that's to be expected. April and I went to see Jarhead on Friday night and it was damn good.

OK, that was the angry update

Fri, 04 Nov 2005 15:17:37 GMT

Here is the happy update.

Halloween was a blast! I went to Billy's in Easttown with the old East Kentwood crowd: April, Jessica, Crystal and Chana. Seeing as how they were all dressed up and I had a small mask on, I went as a poor college girl who couldn't afford proper costume.

Today I turned in a paper for HST 345. It wasn't good, but at least it's done. I have one paper for LIB 343 and then a few weeks off before my GRE 201 and HST 350 papers are due in December. The past two weeks have been HELL for me in terms of homework, so the breather is much appreciated. Which of course means I'm becoming restless.

I am tired of being a townie, and am yearning for another road trip, the likes of which I haven't taken since August. I was meant to go to Traverse City with Steph on October, and then Kalamazoo, but lack of funds prevented both these trips.

I can't remember the last time I wasn't either in Kentwood, Allendale, Easttown or Downtown. I need to get out. If any of you are planning road trips, I totally want to jack in on that.

In other news, man I can't wait until one pm today when I get to meet my seester at Outback for a yummy yummy steak!

My Bible says No Ass-Ramming!

Fri, 04 Nov 2005 15:03:53 GMT

Oh God! I just came from HST 345 where we had a discussion between Sparta and Athens. Or rather, we were meant have to have a discussion on Sparta and Athens, but instead the Bible-thumpers of the group just rambled on and on about the super-evil ass-ramming that went on between the soldiers of Sparta.

OK. These were men who were separated from women their entire lives. It's not crazy to think that they'd find a companion. Human beings NEED companions. That's how we function. And it's also not crazy that they might fall in love, especially considering ALL THEY KNEW WAS EACH OTHER!

Jesus Tap-Dancing Christ! Do NOT compare this to the Holocaust! Greek men did not go around thinking, "Hmm, I wonder who I can rape and traumatize today?" This was just life! Intention, people! It's all about intention! You keep going on about morals and then fail to realize that this was not an act of rape, but of LOVE!

And do NOT bring up pedophilia. The notion of pedophilia is a modern term, and you need to stop thinking so ethnocentrically. Sure, a lot of the boys involved in the army love-fest were 15, but young GIRLS were married off at 13! With no compassion! With the idea of "I'm gonna ram you so you have my baby!" not "I love you!"

GOD! I really just can't stand today's uber-Christians that go around putting their own "moral codes" on everything! It was just sex, people! The fact that it happened between two men does NOT give you grounds to dismiss one of the greatest civilization the world has ever known!

I'll say it again, JESUS TAP-DANCING CHRIST!!!

Mon, 31 Oct 2005 01:32:15 GMT

Hey, so, um...remember that annotated bib due tomorrah? Yeah, still haven't started on it yet. I have this intense fear of work, you see.

And I'm bummed because last night SUCKED. I never got into the Bob because Lacey refused to wait in line (not her fault, my fault, I should've put my foot down) and as a result Steph is pissed at me for not meeting up with her.

But the worst part is as soon as I step in my house (very early, I might add), April calls me in a drunken stupor; "Hey! Party! And I [slurred speech] condoms! Condoms and bubbles everywhere!"

She was apparently at a party with a bubble machine and a pinata full of condoms. And I missed it.

Fuck.

"I won't be sliding down YOUR chimney, like that infidel, Santa Claus!" ~Sadam

Thu, 27 Oct 2005 02:03:42 GMT

So, I signed up for FaceBook. So, if you're on there, fired me, baby.

I have so much damn work to do right now. I have a presentation to do tomorrow on Bergman's The Twilight of American Culture. On Monday, I have a Greek Exam and an annotated bib due for HST 350. I have a paper on Daoism due next Friday, another paper on Berman on the 8th, and a Plato paper to consider. So of course I'm blowing it all off to watch South Park right now. It makes perfect sense if you think about it.

In related news, I just got my haircuts; bangs a-plenty.

As the world comes crashing down around us at work

Fri, 21 Oct 2005 14:54:42 GMT

Staples is in hell right now.

Last week, a manager from another store got into a terrible car accident; she'll be out of work for about a year. We're all really bummed for her and are trying to fill the schedule for her store.

As if that wasn’t bad enough, two nights ago, Scottie (who only just started talking to me again about a week ago) got into an equally terrible car crash. He wasn't driving but everyone in the car was drunk, he was in the passenger seat without a seatbelt and hit his head against the dash. He will need reconstructive surgery as his face is apparently "caved in." Poor dumbass.

Added to which, Melanie's husband just got transferred to Texas, she'll be gone next week.

And I didn't even hear about this firsthand; Aaron called me just as I was walking into LIB class; so I could sit there thinking about my friends/colleagues moving away/smashing their heads against dashboards.

The outcome is that I'm being called upon to fill Scott's shifts next week; when I have two term papers due on Halloween that I haven't started on yet.

God Damn It.

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How you say....face....book?

Wed, 12 Oct 2005 00:33:43 GMT

My friend asked me to sign up for the college facebook, and I must say, I'm none too into it.

I started with only RT and got suckered into LJ and then into Axis and now facebook? I have no time for the internet as is.

Anyway, can somebody tell me what's so great about this thing that sprung up overnight?

Growing Sillier By The Minute

Tue, 11 Oct 2005 19:22:00 GMT

Just finished my paper on Neil Postman's Amusing Ourselves to Death. Good stuff; it talks about how evil television is. Good stuff.

This morning I went to get my keloid (which is Latin for "Was once a mole, then made into a scar where the mole was removed and has expanded three times the size of the mole and itches like a bitch") shot full of steroids. My tit was numb for days after the mole was removed (painkillers) and now methinks it will burn for all time from the 'roids. My poor, defenseless tit!

Anyways, I almost didn't make it to the dermatologist because I overslept. We went out to Easttown last night.

You know what I've discovered? Bars, when one is sober, SUCK ASS!

I mean really! I got off work and made it to Easttown at around ten pm. The gang had been out at the Hookah Lounge for two hours at that point and they were pretty burned out by the time I met them in Billy's. Then half of us went over to Mulligan's with a quick stop over at Yesterdog's but I left by half past midnight. It was damn boring.

And what, you may well ask, was so different this night as opposed to last week? Absolutely nothing, save for the fact that nobody was drunk. That saying of "I don't need to get wasted to have a good time" is now declared to be a bold-faced lie. When one is drunk, the mere act of falling off one's chair is means for fifteen minutes of giggles. When one is sober, being whacked in the back of the head by Tits McGee, the surly barmaid, is less a opportuntiy to laugh and more an opportuntiy to quiver in fear. Her boobs are bigger than my head! And she keeps her change in them! And she whacked me in the head with them!

I am not pleased. Not pleased at all. And speaking of tits, mine still burns from the 'roids!

I hate tits. Tits suck.

I hate you all, I wanna watch Colbert!

Mon, 10 Oct 2005 14:17:32 GMT

Work is...alright and school is demanding, but otherwise life is...alright.

April and Chana are going to Billy's again tonight and I think I might go. I want to, as I had a hella good time last Monday. However, I got into a spot of trouble with my mother for driving when I shouldn't, and if I walk out the door tonight she'll bombarde me with a tirade of lack of money and "you don't need to go" -ness.

Yes, I don't need to go. But serisouly, how often do I hang out with friends? Not very often. Why? Friends suck, that's why.

I'd rather sit at home watching The Daily Show and old reruns of Family Guy than go out. I'm so tired of plans being canceled. Like, for example, Stephanie invited me to go out to Forest of Fears with her and some chick named Misty. I agree and refuse to make plans with April and Nicole- both of them had invited me out- and when I get home from work? Yeah. Steph and Misty had already left.

BITCH! Ok, I don't care that you went. Glad you had a good time. But don't fucking invite me and then bail. I just would've done something else that night! And your excuse of "we were tired of waiting, I'll take you tomorrow" does not bode well with me.

Does not bode well at all.

Stupid sister.

I was supportive...I bought her a friggin' batch of chicken nuggets!

Fri, 07 Oct 2005 14:53:16 GMT

Last night was so freakin' awesome! April and I went to the Kaiser Chiefs, Weezer, Foo Fighters concert at Van Andel last night.

Forgive me, but the inherit awesomeness of the night demands I describe it at length as such:
EDIT:

We left Allendale at around quarter to six and got downtown at quarter after. There was an old man grafter playing alongside the line with a violin. I gave him a dollar, because we felt so bad! There was a local band that WGRD sponsored also performing close by, and he kept shooting them contemptuous looks. "Come on!" we yelled, "This guy's trying to earn booze moneys!"

We got in, seats 122-P 17 & 18, and shared a Smirnoff before the show started. Kaiser Chiefs were so great, but April and I were the only ones nearby who were dancing and screaming because no one in America knows who they are, poor guys. I, however, adored them. They played "Naa Naa Naa" and of course "I Predict A Riot."

After a short break Weezer came on to rampant screaming. Their backdrop came crashing down behind them during, like, their first song. Too bad. And- apparently they've done this before- they went into the mosh pit to pull up a volunteer to play acoustic for "The Sweater Song." So they pull up this guy named Greg and he not only gets to go onstage, but he plays live in front of thousands of screaming people and Weezer told him he could keep the guitar. I'm only a mildly casual Weezer fan (I didn't recognize a lot of their songs) but this guy clearly was into them if he had the song memorized like that. It was the chance of a lifetime for ole' Greg! I hope his friends took a picture!

The encore for Weezer was "Island in the Sun." Weezer was clearly pleased with the audience because they kept saying things like "There must be something in Grand Rapids' water; you guys are insane!" and we screamed. They played "We are all on drugs," "Hash Pipe," "Beverly Hills," and so much more. They covered a Foo song but I don't remember which one.

Then....Foo.

The set was astounding for Foo Fighters; large, irregular-shaped screens hung above their heads and gave close ups of Dave's face and bird's-eyes of Taylor playing drums. I screamed "I LOVE YOU, TAYLOR!" every chance I got when Dave quieted down the audience to speak. He swore a lot, and talked about going bowling the night before while eating tacos and Jaeger-bombs. Then he saw someone in the front row and said, "I'm gonna point out the guy who gave us the tacos! ....You're the reason I was shitting my brains out at ten this morning, fucker!"

God, he was hilarious. He asked, "How many people bought our album? You don't need it, I'm playing everything good off it right now." He also jumped off the stage and ran to the sound station in the middle of the mosh pit and played a littler bit there, and then tried to run through the pit to get back and about eighteen people converged on him and grabbed him. He managed to Godzilla his way through and tore off his guitar- which people were grasping- and some schmuck made off with it. He had to run up to the stage and get a different one. So, some jerk's out there with Dave's guitar!

They played all the greats- "Learn to Fly," "The One," "Times Like These," "My Hero," "Best of You," and so much more, and then closed with "Everlong" but were encored back on and Taylor sang something from the second disc off In Your Honor but I don't remember that one either, and then closed for-reals with "Monkey Wrench." They didn't play "Last Song," though, the douchebags.

April and I then went to Friday's and along the way ran into this bickering couple; the dude insisting he was without fault because he had bought his wife chicken fingers. Lovely.

We got home and I asked my brother- who was standing in the mosh pit- how he liked it. He's a week away from turning 16, and he went with his best friend. They both somehow elbowed their way to the front, pressed against the gate and Neville said he dumped many a crowd surfer into the guards. Sweet! Apparently he also looked to his right and saw people freakin' rolling pot right next to him, in front of the guards.

THAT was everywhere: the stench of pot. To be expected, though.

It was so freakin' awesome! But now, the downsides:

There were tall people in front of us, but luckily April arranged a switch with these five forty-year-old drunk men next to us for a better view. But the fuckers were shitfaced drunk and hit on us. One of them even grabbed my belt, which I had taken off, and wore it around his neck and wouldn't give it back. When I whipped out some lip gloss inbetween Weezer and Foo, he asked "Can I watch you put that on, real slow?" and leaned closer when I turned away. They kept blowing my lighter out. Then, towards the end, when they saw I wasn't into it- April was on my other side so she didn't get any of this) the lone black dude closest to me actually started hitting me. Not terribly, but like smacking me in the arm. I just ignored him and continued to scream and bounce around and he spilled his beer on me. FUCKER! They even bought beer for this nineteen-year old girl behind them and we screamed "Don't drink it! It has The Date Rape in it!" and the littler bitch drank it anyway! Lesson: do NOT drink anything given to you by a drunk man decades your senior at a concert.

All in all, my back hurts, my legs hurt from jumping, my head is pounding, there's still ringing in my ears and I have no voice, having screamed so loudly that at one point I tasted blood.

And I wouldn't trade it for the world. What an awesome, awesome concert.

My week thus far

Thu, 06 Oct 2005 18:44:00 GMT

So, what did Lost teach us last night? That it's all the University of Michigan's fault.

It's true.

Anyways, I literally can not be more embarrassed. On Monday night, myself, Lacey, April, Chana, Crystal, Nate, Bob, Rufio, Jessica, and Aaron were out at Billy's. And I got, for lack of a better word, "smashed." Or, "wasted." Or I "was gone." Or "completely and utterly drunk."

So, actually, I guess there are a lot of better words.

What did I have? you may ask. A Long Slow Screw, a Wet Pussy, a Blue Mohito, a Honeydew Me, two Lemon Drops, and A Pineapple Upside Down Cake. And some of Lacey's Smirnoff and some of April's beer.

I didn't throw up, but I made quite the ass of myself. I'm such a lush. I feel, for lack of a better term, "retarded." Or "stupid." Or "Obnoxious."

Yep. A lot of words for that, too.

ANYWAYS, it's all good, because tonight April and I are GOING TO SEE WEEZER AND FOO FIGTHERS! Hell yes! And I thought I heard somewhere that Kaiser Chiefs were the in-between, but I haven't heard any of that again. But if they are, so much the better for me.

This morning, I went to the dentist and got this nasty, yellow, sticky fluoride paste all over the general vicinity of my mouth. It's still not all gone.

bah.

Last Night's Shenanigans

Thu, 29 Sep 2005 19:37:19 GMT

Lst night I met up with Chana and April at Mulligan's.

I had a fun time until I decided to walk across the street to Yesterdog....and twisted my ankle.

I mean, seriously. How clumsy am I? Why WOULD I have a hard time walking across an uneven red-brick road in heels in the pouring rain? Oh, and I was also pretty tipsy and the time. GAWD!

Not drunk, tipsy. We had two pitchers of beer (which I didn't have much of) and then a shot. A shot of what? you may ask. Well, we meet this guy- Nate- there and asked him what the girliest drink of the house was, and he suggested a Mulligan's Stew.

Alright, then: two Mulligan's Stews, please.

So April and I get the drinks and the waitress puts down these two little straws next to them. And we're like, "Straws? What the hell?" and just down the Stews. To which Nate asked, "Um, did you just drink those without lighting them on fire?"

Why, yes. Yes we did.

Apparently the straws were for sucking it out whilst it burned, baby, burned.

For the record, what the hell kind of girly drink was that? When I ask for "the girliest drink of the house?" then flame should not be involved. Man!

Anyways, the nigth was not an overall bust, though my suckass ankle is now pretty sore and it hurts to press on a brake, which makes me three hours of daily driving a blast and a half.

Ok, I'm better now. Also, movies and stuff.

Wed, 28 Sep 2005 14:44:12 GMT

For those of you who read my depressing (albeit short) birthday entry, I'm fine now.

Truth be told I did have a good time at Bar Divani's and can't wait to go back. I just had this ridicolous notion that upon celebreating my birthday, all my friends would, you know, be in the same building and all.

Oh well.

Anyways, I'm allowed certain moments to bully you, readers, into my dorkdome. Thus, I present to you two Goblet of Fire trailers. The international one (which is characterized by the Frenchy Frenchy French subtitles) features the new music by Patrick Doyle, who has replaced John Williams (!).

Frenchy International Trailer Here

American Trailer Here

Ok, and there was another Frenchy International trailer somewhere online, but I can't find it again. Bah.

Anyways, sorry to be a dork, but I have precious little to look forward to, moviewise this year. Corpse Bride was substellar and it doesn't look like I'll be seeing Everything is Illuminated anytime before DVD, which is a shame because I'm one of the few people who both liked and understood the book. A History of Violence, Broken Flowers, and Green Street all look wonderful but who knows when I'll get to see them in this sucktown. I will end up seeing Walk The Line though it seems like a blatant Ray coattail-rider. Finally, there's always the Christmas season bigguns like Narnia and King Kong, though I have little anticipation for either.

*sigh* As a movie fanatic, a year like this is a hard one. So I ask you, readers, is there a movie I've not yet mentioned that seems, you know, good?