Damn You Ice!

Okay, all the sheets of ice that are covering nearly everything I seem to be on have teamed up against me. I was walking into Urban Outfitters on Mass Street and I was right outside the store (which has glass doors) and I fell. I fell hard. And two people (workers) ran out to help me up. Then continued to follow me around the store asking if I needed any help... um... no because you don't have the damn glov-mittens I came in for. Anyways, so later. I was coming home from Wal-Mart when I drove up my steep driveway and pushed the garage door opener- it opened. I tried to go in... tried. I couldn't get up into the garage. I had to try three times. I finally had to go to the entrance of the cul-de-sac and take a fly leap at the damn thing. I finally got in, but it wasn't easy. Also, I felt like an idiot. Sitting there in my car with the tires spinning and going now where. So, yeah, I'm ready for the shit to melt.... okay, I feel better.



Watch this clip and laugh at these people so I'll feel better about my fall.

Rant

Favoritism really makes me mad. Especially when amongst a family. The day I moved home to stay for the duration of winter break while I'm working, my parents told me that I am going to be in charge of doing dishes each night before I go to bed. Okay, fine. I've been doing my best, but they have still been bitching that I haven't done well enough. Okay. Whatever. Then my older brother came home. He's been here for a while and he has nothing given to him for chores. None. He spent all of today playing on his computer and watching Tivo. The standards are different. That's not fair. Why? Because I'm a girl and thusly should have to get used to doing housework, and as a man he should get used to sitting on his fat ass? AAAARRRRGGGGHHHHH!!!!! Damnit, it makes me soooooo mad.


So I'm moving back to Lawrence tomorrow. I know I'll have to stay home alone at night, which I hate, but I can't take being here and not only knowing I'm second place but also having my nose rubbed in it. It's more than I want to put up with right now.

Harry Potter Laughs

Heee Heee Heee

About Christmas Day

On Christmas Day, my parents gave to me: A package of slouch socks.

No really, that was the only wrapped gift under the life-sized Grinch this year. Sure my brother gave me a four month subscription to NetFlix, but c'mon. My parents did give me a Christmas card that said that it entitled me to a shopping trip with my mom, where she would buy me interview/work clothes, new shoes, my much wanted glove/mittens, and of course the Cuties , they are like Clementines but smaller.

Tonight I'm going with my mom to go look at DSW for shoes (80% off today means I might be able to talk her into mulitple pairs).

What's up this Week?

It's been a while since I've posted. Bad Tiffany, Bad. So... I've been working at my new job, which has been keeping me busy. I have a stalker and pink eye. So lots has been happening. The Police are taking care of the stalker, I've pretty much cleared up my pink eye and work is interesting and is keeping me going. So all in all everything is good. It's 4 days til Christmas and I have finished most of my holiday shopping, which I also started just this week. Ick.

Tonight I am looking forward to taking my girls either to a movie or possibly to the roller skating rink. Either would be fun. I always have a good time with my girls. So there it is, I've caught up somewhat.

How to get through a bad situation

Turns out that the reason my tire kept deflating was that there was a nail in my tire. Woo hoo. Oh, and my pink eye... or what ever it is has spread to my other eye. So here's how I'm keeping my spirits up. Play this song... video sucks, but song is great. Sing along if you know it.












And watch this movie, just click on the picture to the right. It's freakin' AWESOME!!! Watch with the kiddies.

What's Up with Me

Sup?

Good News
I'm excited because I'm done with school. That is my good news, that and I'll be working for the next month. Which is surprisingly a good thing. Because I need money.

Bad News
I have been dealing with a particularly heinous cold for nearly a week now. And to top it all off I think I have pink eye. Woo hoo. Shit. Also, we were threatened/ promised 3-7 inches of snow, and once again the weatherman has gotten my hopes up. Bastard. Doesn't he know that's just mean? Oh, and my tire went flat. Joy.

They don't make 'em like they used too

These are a few of the shows I grew up watching,and really miss.

Felt Like Christma Songs and Movies

Super Duct Tape to the Rescue

So my friend Bryan hooked me up with his friend, not to date, but to play for him. I play the cello. His friend Sam wanted me to come play christmas songs for his girlfriend for her christmas present. Oh, and he paid me $50. Which is awesome.

Bad News:

This morning I went to tune my cello, I was not exactly awake. This was a bad thing. I tried to tune my D string to G. Meaning I tried to tighten it wwaayyy too much. This caused it to snap. I only have four strings on my cello, and having three is a bad thing. Especailly on a Sunday when the music stores aren't open. So I had to be creative. Here enters the magic of duct tape.

Good News:

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Duct tape has the ability to keep a broken string together to allow me to make $50 extremely needed dollars. Yay duct tape. I love thee.


The Body you see above is not mine, it is the body of my dog Holly. My parents are out of town in Colorado til Tuesday and she is staying with me. Since she is Holly the Christmas puppy I figured she would be an appropriate if not active background for my rendition of Angels we have heard on high. I'm plucking because my hand hurts too much to bow.

Contests and Forts

Okay, so all decisions are not good decisions. This became very clear to me when I decided last night to try for Miss Phoggy Dog. I didn't really know what I was getting into. I figured, okay, dress like a slut parade around. I've got large boobs, I might win the $1,000 cash prize, which evidently was my price. What I did not know what that the person who won the year before had had oral sex with another girl on stage to win. This. I was NOT willing to do. Hell, I wasn't willing to do a lot of what the other girls seemed to think was a "good idea" which included taking off all clothes, doing body shots off another girl while pantomiming sex with them. Or flashing the judges. I won't say that I was saintly last night, but neither did I sink to the level that these girls did. Which makes me happy. Besides I think that it wasn't the $1,000 that motivated the girls, I think that this was just how they seemed to classify "a good time". So I didn't win, but I did make it to the third round, I think there were only five rounds, so that's okay, besides, I can say that I did it. One of the guys with me even took video. Which I think I will have to confiscate. So that's what I did last night. It was kinda funny because I went with my neighbors and they were all like "damn". Because normally I wear jeans, sneakers and a hoodie. So Slutty Tiffany was a whole new experience for them. Well, it was for me too. I don't think this is something I'm going to try a second time.



Making a Snowangel- Unfortunately I got snow down my shirt. Brrr
Matt and Amanda hiding in the fort.
The White Snow Fort My lovely snowman is hiding in the fort, he's keeping watch.
So besides those explorations, it snowed yesterday, so my neighbors and I, before Phoggy Dog, went sledding, had a snow fight and built a huge fort to keep one of the other guys from being able to get into his garage. It was awesome. I even brought out food coloring and we got creative. Unfortunately our form of creativity will not come off of the pavement. Whoops.

Last Day at the UDK

It's my last day at my "abusive relationship". Woo hoo. I came in today and found out that there is about a fifth of the normal stories, which is good. However, turns out that its still going to be a long night since we are evidently going to have to wait on almost every story. Damnit. But still, I'm happy to know that its almost over.

The Elephant in the Room just sat on me

I won't say that I hate men, because that would be untrue. But I am currently not the biggest fan of the species. I hate feeling weird about stuff, which is what happens when I try to deal with "guy/girl stuff". There has been a lot of that sort of stuff going on today. This morning I was all excited about Nate, now I have guy friend who says he feels more. I think I've known this, but I've been doing my best to ignore it. I just don't feel that way about him. He's my friend. So when he points out the elephant in the room that I've been trying to ignore I spazzed. I just didn't want to talk anymore. I wanted to close the phone and walk away. I had previously told said guy that I don't like guy/girl stuff because I tend to get freaked out and walk away. But he felt he needed to get it off his chest, that or he just didn't listen. Now I'm restless, not sure what's going on, can't study: partly because I'm thinking of Nate, partly because I'm worried about what that elephant is going to crap on in the fictional room of my friendship with the my friend.

Party yields Possiblities

So I went to the Roving Imp last night and it was awesome, I really need to go again. It was a blast. But next time I think we need to leave off Jessica falling off the stage and hurting her foot. After Roving Imp, Joe and I drove back to Lawrence. When we got on my street we noticed that there were tons of cars lining the street. I was like, someone's having a party. But I didn't know who. Joe left and as I was walking to my door my neighbor came out and invited me to the party. So I was like, what the hell. I went over, and proceeded to meet an awesome guy, impress him by taking three shots of whiskey and we talked until 5:30am when I finally left his house and walked next door to my own. It was awesome. He has dark hair, blue eyes: my fave. He plays the guitar in a band. (HOT) he has star tats with music notes inside on his chest,and he's just awesome. Possiblities! And we talked forever. We were actually chillin' upstairs, in his bedroom while we played the guitar. It was awesome. Oh, and his name is Nathan... Nate... I don't know which he prefers. That's my happy news.