He talks about children and the choice to have them. It's something about, 'my wife and I were intellectual people, until we had children'. He goes on to elaborate on all the ways children make you awful, hated by others, and so on. It's awful! Damn hilarious, of course, but awful!! I don't want that!
So, the choice stands: no children, more Cosby. :)
Likewise, the feline has been having difficulties adjusting to home. She gets around the other kitty and hisses and curses like a bad, bad girl. She hisses at anyone who smells like the other kitty. tsk tsk tsk!
btw: watching a documentary on Jenna Jameson, a (former?) pornstar. It's weirdly sick, but interesting.
The ceremony was delightfully short, at about an hour and a half. The speakers were good, especially the keynote gal, who had a very long, but sentimental speech. My dearest girl came all the way from the Land O Lakes to see me, which was spectacular. I'm quite sad we never got to create Peni-ville, as planned. *sigh* dammed weather. M&D, Brother and Girlfriend came as well, which was nice. I feel justified, now, for them having experienced a winter in the Great White North. I wasn't making this up!! I wasn't exaggerating!! And, keep in mind, it is only December!!!!!!
Thursday was Sr. Crawl, which I didn't do as well (or did I do it better?) as in May. There were some complications, and I only got to 3 bars and had 4 (non-standard) drinks. BUT -I didn't poison a flowerbed or have to hold the wall to keep the room from spinning. And, I know exactly how many drinks I had. Friday night, we shook booty to some good tunes while trying to avoid picking up chicks for my cowardly-yet-adorable pal. Saturday I gradimatated, gave a tour, and braved a near-blizzard to bid a fond farewell to the sturdiest of friends.
I am yawning through my very last night of work right now. I've had far too little sleep and WAY too much stress in the last week for this. I may let M&D do all the driving tomorrow, after all........
J.L.B., M.T.Y., & J.dB.: Above and Beyond, the True Meaning, my Shoulders. You made it amazing, and I will love you forever for it.
Just for fun: I'm watching TV6 tonight, and they start talking about flu shots... up pops a picture of some needles and a giant marijuana leaf with the word "drugs". Interesting! I had no idea marijuana helped prevent flu!
The bald man on TV just said that we got 10.5" here last night. YOW!!
So... I've been getting calls this week, urgent calls, scary-voiced calls, telling me that I needed to call the audit department IMMEDIATELY. As the week went on, the calls got more urgent, more scary... the roommate even said the lady this morning sounded possessed. Unfortunately, that was true!
Now, I would have been a good person and called back right away, except for one thing... Dear, dear MC got a call from those same people telling her she wasn't actually eligible for graduation. She spent a day or so panicking before they told her, "oops, we were looking at the wrong file." I didn't want to hear that! I didn't want to have to fight! ...i'm just too tired...
This morning's call was the demonic one, so I decided to tough up and call them back. Roomie offered to do it for me, just to buffer the bad news. Sweet, eh? The lady on the other end was SOOO happy when I told her who I was. [she told me she was sooooo happy, I didn't infer it or make it up] The issue? I had put restrictions on my info, trying to protect my privacy. The problem with that is then they can't put my name in the program, let me walk OR tell anyone they have ever even heard of me. eek! I had to go sign a release, no problemo.
They had called me many times, called my home and woke my poor, dear Papa (sorry!!) and were about to mail a certified letter to the house. Is that love or what?
Oh, the other scary thing... So, I get my seating card for graduation and I see A3. Hmm, seems I'll be early in the program. Yea. Try FIRST. Nervous little me will be the FIRST person/student/graduate to march across that stage, get lost, get confused, shake the wrong man's hand while drooling and stumbling. Holy balls.
Holy Balls.
Friday --> Drag show on campus. It was fabulous!! Packed with people, the lighting was lacking, but the decorations were great -like a high school dance! The ladies all looked fantastic, of course. A few highlights: 1. the gal who synced "Barbie Girl" while dancing all stiff like a Barbie doll, wearing a horrid 80s gown and a wig sprayed to get amazing hight and width. 2. Mimi. YOW. Voted the world's most beautiful transsexual and they weren't kidding!! I'd freakin' LUV to have a bod like hers. 3. Audience participation -Spencer getting a standing 'lap'-dance from a queen in clear plastic clothing; Rach and I doing backup for Cher; the guy who got straddled.
Saturday --> Grinder, the band that Darren McCarty (dude, he's a RedWing. sheesh) is lead singer for. The bar was just PACKED with people, a mostly older crowd, but a sick amount of people. Beer was cheap, so we had many. The crowd was sooo bad that my girl and I had to hop the rail to get down on the dance floor. The bouncers were attempting to restrict access, saying it was too crowded. wtf. Good thing I have the type of bro who has taught me you do what you need to do to get a good view. I tried getting some other people to help me rush, but they were wimpy. So, we just climbed on in!
While we were shaking our thang, some thug guy waved me over (shit! security!) and asks 'how many are in my party?' 2 (shit! I shouldn't be telling him anything! Shut up!). Well, I'm security for the band -are you interested in partying with us afterward? Um. Yes. So, after the show, we got talking to some of the guys in the lobby, went upstairs to a psuedo-party room (I now know the secret code -oh yea!), drank free beer and chummed with the fellas, went out to the parking lot where their huge RV was parked and kept on partying. It was EXTREMELY interesting! Finally left at 5 to go home and c.r.a.s.h.
Sunday --> Hung. Over.
Please see the article in the Washington Post for more info: http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/articles/A26623-2004Dec1.html?referrer=emailarticlepg
Amongst the other lies we have to tell our children now, the one that stands out the most with me is Shrub's insistence that condoms fail to prevent the transmission of HIV. I've heard some people say that latex condoms don't protect because latex is too porous. Yea? Well, why do doctors and surgeons and EMTs all wear latex gloves when working on injured and bleeding people? To protect themselves from HIV. Does it work? YOU BETCHA. By telling our children that condoms won't protect them, we are telling them it is okay to not use a condom when having sex. What's the point, if they don't work anyway?
PLEASE take action on this issue. PLEASE. If you are pro-choice, you understand that part of making an educated choice comes with being properly educated. If you are anti-choice -ahem, sorry, "Pro-Life", then you must understand that the best way to stop abortions is to stop unwanted/unplanned pregnancies. Visit www.ppfa.org and get in to the action network. This will allow you to send a letter to your reps urging them to fight against abstinence only sex ed.
And no matter what, we are all human and must care for our sisters around the world. We have to start telling the truth. We HAVE to stop the spread of AIDS.
I have decided that this year, I will be celebrating my 22nd birthday for the second time. This is not an attempt at vanity, as I will go on to celebrate my 24th year of life next year. We are just going to skip over 23. As Blink 182 so eloquently said, 'no one likes you when your 23.'
Really, though, your 23rd year is like being a sophomore in high school. It's a space filler, just taking up time in between 22 (young) and 24 (mid-twenties, grown-up, getting old). You're invisible, you don't really count for much, it's just gonna be a painful and akward year.
So, I'm not going to participate. I will be 22 for another year, and it will be goooooood.
