You know how I feel right now? I feel like I wish I had homework to do. Not a paper or anything like that. Something like required reading or exercises to work out. Workbook work would be good. That's one of the many reasons (okay, maybe three reasons) why I miss taking Russian.
posted by Beth at 3:53:00 AM
Thursday, February 19, 2004
Last night, I dreamt that college decided I couldn't go right back, and they insisted that I needed more schooling first. I had to do fifth grade all over again. It was pretty cool, though. I felt smart. {g} They gave me a really long assignment that required me to learn about bugs, and I needed to ask a classmate a question about it, and I went to her house, and it was an igloo.
I also dreamt that I was at a store, and all of the Care Bears were that new "America Cares" bear, and it made me angry. That's pretty much true, though.
posted by Beth at 10:18:00 PM
Wednesday, February 18, 2004
This is something I posted on my livejournal. I'd feel funny about not posting it here, since blogger is my one true love, and livejournal is more of a cheap floozy. I probably didn't spell that right. Anyway, this is a fun activity.
The Rules are:
Step 1: Open your Winamp or other MP3 player.
Step 2: Put all of your music on random.
Step 3: Write down the first ten songs it plays, no matter how embarrassing.
1. Nightmare On Elm Street Theme
2. New Pornographers - The Laws Have Changed
3. Tori Amos - Bliss
4. Melanie - Brand New Key
5. Corn Sisters - She's Leaving Town
6. Lovin' Spoonful - Summer in the City
7. Us3 - Cantaloop
8. Fuck - It's Unbelievable
9. Tori Amos - Mr. Zebra (live)
10. Sugarplastic - Don't Sleep
I don't even remember having heard #8 before. Hm.
This was fun. I thought it would be way more embarrassing. {g} This is a good thing for me to do so that I listen to a bigger variation of my mp3s.
posted by Beth at 10:52:00 PM
These American Idol results shows are really starting to anger me. I agreed much more with last year's choices for finalists. I can't really say either about season one, as I just watched it passively and I don't think I made my own choices for the finalists.
posted by Beth at 9:49:00 PM
Wow. Today I scored the new Queer Eye book. It's neat. And I also scored a Sanrio grab bag. And a Wawa cappuccino. Thanks! I do love gifts that I surely do not deserve. {g}
Things I really really have to get done:
1. Call the vet and get more medicine for David's sinus problem.
2. Pick up a summer course booklet and make an appointment to talk to an accounting professor and see what is required of me.
3. Do my taxes and try to get my mom to do the same, so we can do the FAFSA thing.
4. Call back some places I applied to sometime ago.
5. Get a stupid physical, since school requires it of me. Yikes!
The last one is something that can wait the longest.
I hate when people laugh at every joke Oprah makes. I really really hate it.
posted by Beth at 2:49:00 AM
Tuesday, February 17, 2004
I am so lame. Earlier, Dorothea (happy birthday that was last week!) was over, and I was showing her Animal Crossing. I was showing her the museum, which has rooms for fish, fossils, art, and insects. I have such a wild bug-phobia, that when I was showing her the insect room, upon seeing the cockroach that scuttles around the place, I screeched and flew backward and hit my head against the wall. Yes. I was scared of a bug. On TV. In a videogame. My fear is just that sad. Oh, sadder still, the same thing happened only four hours earlier (minus the head-hitting), when my uncle was watching me play. I is lame. Now that I think about it, I'm surprised that the roaches in the Sims never scared the hell out of me.
Hey, it's not like this blog is here to convince people of how cool I am.
Here is the quickity quick version of what I've been up to:
Last Wednesday, I spent the night in Atlantic City with Alyssa, but I was really tired, so I went to bed early. Patti had breakfast with us the next day. I never see Patti. It was rad.
Thursday night, I spent the night in Atlantic City with Nathan. I lost the money my mom gave me to gamble after I lost the money that my uncle gave me to gamble. Nathan won $10, because he wasn't smart enough to keep gambling, like I was. We ate at a restaurant at 4:30am and I had a giant expensive turkey club.
On Friday, among other things, I broke up a dog fight, and Gypsy bit me, and it drew blood.
Saturday, Nathan and I played Animal Crossing most of the day. He gave me the third season Mr. Show DVDs and a plush Chococat and some candy. That night, we went to dinner with Mark and his girlfriend Katie.
Sunday was uneventful. And so was today, except for the part where Dorothea came over and watched TV with me. I did fill out a form that I'm sending along with a check to school telling them that I'm really coming back. And I got a pair of sneakers in the mail that I'd ordered last week.
I'm bored, but I don't want to read or play videogames or watch DVDs, and I'm not tired enough for sleep. Hrm.
posted by Beth at 2:22:00 AM
Sunday, February 15, 2004
Hey, my Valentine's Day was nice, and I got some great presents, thanks for asking. Anyway...
"There may be those who would say, 'Isn't this interfering with freedom of expression?' It's not interfering to say we will not publicly fund this kind of vile, vicious hatemongering," McDonough told reporters.
I didn't even see what they're talking about, but I still think they're totally crazy.
posted by Beth at 1:06:00 AM
Sunday, February 08, 2004
My biggest recurring dream throughout my entire life always has to do with me losing teeth. I don't know what that means or why it has to be that. So last night, I dreamt that I was on American Idol, which was taking place in my driveway, and I was confident and ready to go and wearing a nice silver dress that my mom made for me. Then right before my turn, I lost a tooth. My tongue hit against it, and a really loose tooth came out. Then I got onto stage and completely forgot the words to the Debbie Gibson song I was supposed to sing, because I was really concerned to be losing teeth at age 24. Weird.
posted by Beth at 7:46:00 PM
Friday, February 06, 2004
Hrm, sleeping from noon to midnight yesterday was probably not the right thing for me.
Unfortunately, Tom Nook is remodeling his store yet again (it's been less than a week, since the Nook 'N' Go opened), so I can't go shopping or sell fish today. Haha, imagine if my real-life concerns were so pressing! ;P
Lately I've only been doing the reading and the playing of videogames. It's kind of dull. Last week, Alysaa (wouldn't it be something, if she had a blog? It'd probably be full of grad- and/or law-school related musings. I wish she read this {g}), Nathan, and I went bowling and I won. I had never won at bowling ever. So to make up for it, we went again on Tuesday, and I lost big.
I put in an application at a store a week ago, and didn't call them til yesterday. The guy I need to talk to won't be in until Monday, so I'll have to try again then. I'm not sure if I want the job, but I should at least try, eh?
So what did everybody get Oprah for her birthday? Last night, I saw the tail-end of her birthday bash episode. This was after I saw Harry Connick Jr. on Conan. He's such a box of charming.
The AOL spellcheck just suggested that I use "oppress" instead of "Oprah." Haha, too true.
The AOL spellcheck just suggested that I use "cognac" instead of "Connick." Haha, too true.
posted by Beth at 11:15:00 AM
Bleh. I was just thinking about something that upset me awhile back, and now it's annoying me again. I shall vent.
Lately I've been thinking a lot about certain dog breeds. I particularly like Scottish Deerhounds, Irish Wolfhounds, and Borzois (Russian Wolfhounds). I like scruffy dogs, probably because my two childhood dogs were scruffy. While I hope to someday own those kinds of dogs, I'm certainly not in the market for one now. I just like to look at pictures of dogs. I like dogs, and it's fun to think of all of your lofty plans for when you get Your Own House Someday. {g} Anyway, any dog site in the world is going to tell you to contact a breeder and talk to them. It's good advice. I'm not knocking that. But reading that advice reminded me of the first time I ever talked to a dog breeder, and how she treated me like garbage.
I can't remember if I've told this story before. It was a long time ago, so forgive me if I have. When Sam died in June of 2002, I felt horrible. I missed him, and I'd had him since I was in 6th grade. But that was the first time since I was, oh, about three years old that I didn't have my own dog. And that felt horrible in a different way, but it was something I could do something about. Anyway, some weeks after Sam died, I called up a dog breeder I'd found on the Internet to talk to her about getting myself a new puppy. She asked me a lot of questions, as breeders do, and most of them were normal and expected. How many people live with you? How old are they? Do you live in a house? Do you have a yard? Have you ever owned a dachshund before? I understand that you want to be careful about who you send your puppies to. Anyway, I ended up telling her about Sam and that he died of kidney failure. Also I told her that I'd gotten him from a pet store, when I was 12. This is where things got bad. She told me that I should never EVER EVER get a dog from a pet store. And I'd think twice about it now, and not just because of the price, but she scolded me for something that happened over ten years ago. And then she went on to yell at me for letting my dog die of kidney failure. Instead, I should have had him put to sleep. "If your dog had kidney failure, you should have had him put to sleep years ago." What? Those are really evil things to say to someone who's just lost a pet. But I guess I was wrong, because I was a dumb kid, and she was right, because she has a masters in animal nutrition. Another thing that I still disagree with happened when I told her that I was not interested in a show-quality dog. I said I just wanted a pet dog, and he didn't have to have perfect breed characteristics. She told me that there is no such thing as a pet dog and that every puppy that a breeder has is, in fact, a show-quality dog. Feh. She said all of that to me, the first time I ever called her, and yet I was still stupid enough to call her back several times, like she had told me to. She wasn't going to sell me a puppy in the first place. She didn't think I could care for one. Rather, she wanted to sell me a three-year-old former breeding dog that belonged to somebody else. How is she selling me somebody else's dog, anyway? But when I was stupid enough to contact her again later on, she'd always give me some excuse about how I'd need to call back in another week. Eventually I gave up, like I'm sure she wanted me to. Really, I gave up, because I found a breeder in the newspaper, and that's how I came to get Dewey. Incidentally, Dewey's breeder was a very nice lady. And instead of scolding me for not having my dead dog put to sleep sooner, she actually, like, felt bad for me.
There you go. That's why I'm afraid of the phrase "contact a breeder". And I just read it a bunch of times and that's why I feel kind of sick right now. And that's why I'm telling this story. The end.
posted by Beth at 4:37:00 AM
Monday, February 02, 2004
I would not have remembered that today is Groundhog's Day, if not for Animal Crossing.
posted by Beth at 7:31:00 AM
