Out of touch and out of mind.

Without a cell phone, I am less of a human being. It is remarkable how dependant I have become on that tiny silver piece of crap. I used to complain that I had it but people rarely called me on it. Lately a ton of people have been calling me and while this is often problematic for trying to do anything, it does make me feel like the mayor of Specialville USA.

I still have never gotten a hangover or vomitted due to alcohol consumption. I have also never been as whatever I was as I was last night. I usually at least have some control over my alcoholic symptoms, but last night all bets were off. It felt a bit like Being John Malcovich where I was watching events transpire through some kind of window. But it also seemed like stimuli was coming faster than I could process it. I had to open my eyes every once in a while to see who was sitting next to me because I couldn't remember. I was cold, but couldn't move my body to go back inside. So like the main character in "Johnny Got His Gun," I was left with nothing but my thoughts, which were multitudinous despite being slower than usual. Even walking home I barely said a word, which was awkward I'm sure for those with me, but I couldn't help it. My mind was still going. I remember thinking I wish I could do that more, just spend hours thinking, processing, working things out in my mind. It did change things.

Crazy cake.

Bat Boy is well over, I am not acting in Rumors nor on the tech staff, and I am busy as a mo fo. So the weekend continued charming. Then I left Nashville and my flight and drive home from the airport were all fine. Had a nice little dinner with the mum and was on my way. On the way home, I realized right before I was about to pay my toll leaving Ohio that I left $40 at Baha Fresh in Nashville and had no money on me. I then freaked out because I thought I was on the wrong road (I wasn't). I got back and went to Jordyn's (that place is so cool). I didn't realize until shortly thereafter that I left the awesome gum I bought for Ram and Aaron in Nashville (in the bottom of the bag they came in which is in my sister's trash). I went to do homework to discover the 6 or so hours I spent while on vacation in Nashville on my stupid IS assignment was for nothing because they had mailed out a template. I also found 18 messages in my inbox (despite having checked the night before) which is flattering but a vacuum of time. On the flip side, I did discover that talking to Kami Smith can brighten even the most ridiculous of nights. Overall, the rest of the night was most enjoyable.

Then this morning I went to my first class where the professor reminded us our graded project 2's are available. I went to pick mine up. Mind you, this is for the class that I got 57/100 on the first assignment, so I completed the second early, thoroughly tested and wrote out my test cases, even asked some questions of TA's. What was my grade? A 67 out of 100. That's right folks, I am below average.

But in databases, we got our midterms back and slap my ass and call me sally I got my first A of the semester!!! 73 out of 80!!! A whopping 91% True, it is sad that my first A (on a test, I'm talking) didn't come until the middle of the semester (I've had 2 others), but I am still super happy about it.

So at the end of the day(s), a whirlwind of feelings either pissed off enough to rip zach harris's fuzzy head off (not because i am mad at him, just because he was there) or happy as the fluttering butterfly...who is happy. Crazy cake.

Land of country music and aviators.

so i am spending the weekend with my sister and her boy toy out in the dolly partonized town of nashville. it actually isn't nearly as hicky as i thought it would be. it's pretty much like any other city only with more bright neon signs depicting cowboys. as of yet, it's been a lot of fun. here's a list of new things i have done this weekend:

- went to nashville
- flew on a plane alone without getting overly confused all the time
- flew on a plane with no assigned seats
- saw my sister's apartment, which could realistically be the apartment of a newly married couple. it's awesome and real feeling.
- went to a bar
- saw jenny's friend from school (who i have met a number of times) perform at said bar
- saw travis (the bf) play his bass in a band-type situation
- talked drums for at least an hour with the drummer of said band (who's amazing)
- went to caffiene, the coolest coffee shop / restaraunt in all of time
- saw the biggest pumpkins i have ever seen. they were freaking huge
- went to a food court that had both two guys with guitars and a drum machine playing country hits and an asian gift shop
- bought a pumpkin and carved it with my sister. this is new only because my mom wasn't there and i was the one who knew what i was doing.
- drank alcohol in the presence of family members
- watched aqua teen hunger force (ok, i've seen like AN episode before)
- got a relayed prank call

that's about it up until now. team america and other crazy things to come. oh, and here's a list of things that i have done this weekend that i have done many times in the past:

- drank alcohol
- felt unfulfilled by my field of study
- got told by my sister i was arguing with her when i didn't think i was
- wanted to call a lot of people to tell them i love them right before my plane took off in case of death. since i still have a return flight to look forward to, that reminds me. i love you. seriously. if you are reading this far into this post you have probably shaped my life in some way and i appreciate that and love you for it.
- actually missed pgh. i am stupid
- wished i could be involved with rumors

that's it for now. i am going to sleep because there is no reason for me to blogging from nashville. seriously. i saw this guy come into a meat shop saying (with a super thick hick country accent "i wanna get me some a' that cheese." i should be out driving a huge truck and saying stuff like that. ahh...i am leaving...

Craptastic day.

so I went to work at 8 freaking am which i hadn't done in a week because i took monday off. i didn't get any work done, but i did manage to aim a lot which was nice. Then I came home and had a lot of work to do. I wanted to do some homework, reconcile some bank statements, make lunch, do laundry, etc. before the kerry rally. instead i walked in, fell on my bed, and slept for 3 hours.

so i woke up and sorted all my laundry, removed the staples from my newly aquired thrift store clothes and took my big ol' laundry bag down to the laundry room. i returned to retrieve the detergent and laundry card i forgot, only to find that my laundry card had a total of $0.50 on it. Including my towels, sheets (which I was walking), a load of delicates (i had a lot for some reason), and clothes from the past however many weeks, I needed to do 4 loads, so 50 cents wouldn't cut it. i reach into my wallet and as i realized at the end of the line at ginger's deli yesterday, i have not a dollar on me. i thought i would go to the atm in the uc (i needed to return the video key to hunt that i accidentally stole again), but then remembered that kerry=no way to get to campus shy of walking and as i was just going and coming back, i didn't want to walk.

i should note that already at this point i was running out of time to finish my laundry by 6. anyway i drove to the skeevy atm on craig and withdrew some money. the machine beeped to remind me to take my card but of course no card came out. i looked in and saw it stuck there. it sucked back in and tried to spit back out, still to no avail. i tried to lift it out with my mailbox key (which i am sure will get me arrested if someone looks at the security tape) and it sucked back in, displaying the following helpful message: "Your card has been retained. Please contact your financial institution"

no work has been done, i hadn't eaten since 7:30am and now i have no atm card. i went home and took my laundry back down stairs. for the first time since i began living here, someone else was actually doing laundry when i wanted to, meaning i had to do two distinct sets of loads (we have but 4 washers). i now had no chance of seeing john kerry (i had to do laundry as i have to drive to cleveland airport tomorrow night), no citizens card, and absolutely no homework done.

i called citizens and they told me because the atm was not at a branch, they have to cancel my card and send me a new one, taking 3-5 business days. ugh, john's probably all introduced and talking and bon jovi's drinking his post-show water or something. but i am in my cave on morewood ave, waiting for my clothes to stop being wet.

I'm on on your gravy train...

Three Things
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Three things that scare me:
1	Life after graduation
2	Being alone against my will
3	Support for Bush
Three people who make me laugh:
1	Scott
2	Nina Vishwanath
3	Brittany McCandless
Three Things I love:
1	Compliments
2	Hugs
3	Hanging out with awesome people
Three Things I hate:
1	Doing poorly in easy classes
2	The unstoppable passage of time
3	Unhappiness
Three things I don't understand:
1	Women voting for Bush
2	Unnecessary meanness
3	C
Three things on my desk:
1	Hunt Video Collection key
2	UML text book
3	Pulp Fiction and It's a Wonderful Life DVD's
Three things I'm doing right now:
1	Working
2	Not doing enough (read: any) homework
3	Talking to Kami online
Three things I want to do before I die:
1	Play Seymour (in Little Shop or at badminton)
2	Be in an improv troupe in the real world
3	Be on a bowling team with custom shirts.
Three things I can do:
1	Dance if I want to
2	Have dinner parties
3	Be happy (sometimes, but i can)
Three ways to describe my personality:
1	with adjectives
2	moody
3	flaming
Three things I can't do:
1	See all the movies I want to see
2	Know if what I am doing is stupid
3	Not suck at directing an improv troupe
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some of those are questionable, but sumbitting the form makes all the fields go away and i was too lazy to change them. so enjoy.

Car Wash = Satan.

i went to the car wash last night at the giant eagle get go on morewood and baum. my car was hella dirty, so i am glad i went, but it was 11pm so it was dark and in a mostly sketchy part of the world. but that wasnt actually the scary part. so i pull into the smallest carwash in all of time. there's a little tire part and that's about all i can see. i dont at first see any "jets" or "big soapy things" or anything that would "wash" a "car." so i pull up as the light tells me and before my tire is even in the thing, jets of water begin to spray my car. do i drive slowly? am i supposed to time the spraying? in confusion, i slowly roll forward as the barely discernable green light urges me to do. i miraculously get my tire into the tiny metal thing and the light changes to "stop moving." i obey.

here comes the crazy part. first the soap is sprayed, all pretty standard. then the rinse step comes. these big mechanical arms swing in front of my car and i can see them for a second before high-pressured water comes barreling out of their tiny little nozzles. they rotate slowly to the back of the car and then the water dies down until i see them again. a few seconds later, more spray and they wrap back to the front. good, a thourough rinsing. they die down. i begin to reach for the gear shift and ... more spray. they wrap back, turn off. then back on, as they move back to the front. the spray looks the same the whole time, so it wasn't like a wax step or anything. i am thinking okay, it's a weird car wash and they want all traces of soap gone. good. they start up again. for the 5th time, my car is rinsed down. the arms are now behind me in perfect me-pulling-forward position. good good. the water dies down. pause. spray. i kid you not. they come back forward.

they are now in front of me and i am freaking out. what the hell is going on? did i not pull to the right place while driving without being able to see past the water on my windshield? what horrible infinite loop have i triggered? the worst part is what do i do? i can't go ask the attendant if something is wrong without water being blasted into my car by these vile arms. i think about calling but my mom hates me using 411. so i sit there, wishing i was home making cookies (which i was going home to do).

but alas and alack on the 7th pass, the water changed. the pressure was lower and i think it was putting some wax on my car. the arms moved behind me and then off to the side. life was good. the light told me to move forward and i pulled through the dryer at my own speed with a timer indicating how long it would continue to blow air forcefully down at my tiny car. overall, worst car wash experience since i had my temps and couldn't line up the tire forcing my mom and i to do a chinese fire drill while a huge line of onlookers honked furiously.

Where would I be?

So I am not trying restlessly to sneak onto the Cake tour bus right now because John McCrea's romp through winding streets of Pittsburgh has been postponed until a yet-to-be-determined date in December.

Bat Boy is over, and I am left without feelings of unmixed delight. I am glad to have free time, but I know I won't use it to do all of the homework I am behind on (as tonight is evidence of). I am already glad that I don't have to go through the emotional uncertainty that came with every rehearsal but at the same time I already miss being surrounded nightly by some of the most amazing, friendly, and truly caring people there are.

I finally got my copy of the Spine. I went to the grocery store. I made cookies. I have done 0 homework in the past 2 days. Well I worked on a group project for a bit, but I was tired and very little got done.

How did I live before blogger?

I was going to come home and actually put in a good hour of work before I went to sleep (bringing my total of work for the day in which I had nothing from 11am until 10:30pm to 80 min). I put on some pajama pants, only to find that my closet rod had fallen down, and have subsequently been repairing that situation until now. I figured I would still stay up until 2:30 and at least get something done. Which is true. Then I just figured I'd post because I haven't in a while.

Pressure Chief is upon us. At first I really liked it. Now there are some songs that I am definately starting to feel are a bit of a creative cop out. But I am sure I will love them in time. Others are just getting better everytime I listen. I really like the TMGB feel to some of it. Speaking of which, I just emailed the amazon.com marketplace company from whom I purchased the spine on September 7. Hopefully I'll get that soon.

I am also eating some of the candy my temple sent me. The ingredients consist of sugar, milk, honey, butter, and some chemicals. That's right, Milk n Honees are the best candy I've ever eaten. Hard delicious outside, sweet blast of liquid honey-filled interior. Much better than the "Songs of the High Holy Days" they also sent me.

All right, I'm getting the hell to work. So many people rawk!

Awesome cake.

Chocolate cake + nutella + strawberries + a Chanukah candle + Laurel Brierly's day of birth = my favorite.

Bat Boy cast + board preview being over + a very particular type of scene being worked on = super awesome rehearsal.

Most nights I am alone at 1am, tonight I had 3 really amazing people walking around postering with me (or at least being driven home). While I wouldn't have minded to spread the luck over a number of days, what more could I want than a favorite sandwich?

Oh and did I mention I listened to Pressure Chief 3 times yesterday and am about to start it again? Yeah, I didn't actually listen to more than a few songs in the foreground, but I really like it. It will take some absorption time though. Yeah new Cake album!