Sorry if this Offends. I needed to get it out.

I wasn't going to put my irritation into my blog, but dangnabit it's my blog and I'm irritated. I could tiptoe around the issue, but you'll all just figure out what I'm upset about. Jess, I've already spoke with you, but I need to vent, so there.
I think that if you join something, you should commit to it, and have consideration for others that depend on you to be there. It makes me feel as if we are second rate when we aren't even told face to face, on our email chains or in any other way that he doesn't want to participate. Leaving a "no" rsvp on facebook is like breaking up with someone on their answering machine. Sure, he's not "Breaking up" with us, but it still rings of rudeness. I'm new to the troupe so I probably haven't a leg to stand on, (and occasionally in practice that really is true), but I just feel hurt that we aren't important enough. I make time, I come to practice and ... sigh. Jess and I came to the conclusion that since we joined the troupe back in September we have seen this guy (trying not to use names here) a grand total of three times, and one of which was an actual performance.(Jess doesn't know I'm writing this so if this upsets anyone, it's just towards me) I think he's a great guy, a gifted actor, he's funny, and he's friendly. But I just don't feel a connection to him like I do with the other members who I see every week, hang out with outside of practice, and who I email back and forth with in a completely hilariously ridiculous manner. I don't know what the solution should be. I guess I would just like to know if he still wants to be with us. I want him to be, but I also what to see him at practice more. He has a play that will end in February, but will he really start coming? Or will he find something else he wants to do more than hang/practice/email with us? I hope you don't get mad at me for posting this. But... I needed to do this, for me and for my sanity. It's like putting a mentos into a 2 liter of coke and keeping the cap on. Nothing good could come of not letting it out, but the alternative... is not that pretty either. idk.

Okay to lighten this up I will now post:

The New Yorker Ball Escapade!

- A Collaboration by the Hype 7 -

*Tiffany Intercepts New Yorker Ball and takes off in the other direction in hopes of hiding it in an undisclosed location*
Tiffany guards the door of a secret bunker on the outskirts of Washington D.C. Through the window of the door, we can see the New Yorker ball. Tiffany says..."I hear eating celery is actually considered exercise."
Jessica is stalking down the corridor of a secret bunker near Washington D. C., completely clad in black. Her hair is in a ponytail and we can see a tool belt with various gadgets sitting low on her waist as she stealthily creeps through the building. As she passes door with a window in it, we can see Tiffany sitting behind a large mahogany desk, sporting an eye patch and cleaning her nails out with a short switchblade knife. She is leaning back in her chair with her feet casually propped on the desk. Just beyond that door is a cell with striped bands of moonlight illuminating a "New Yorker cartoon ball" that is weeping silently behind the bars. The caption reads, "Oh snap, I forgot to pay the water bill!"
As Jessica's eyes alight on the New Yorker Ball she slinks silently with ninja-like grace towards the door. She eases it open so that she can reclaim the New Yorker Ball. Luckily Tiffany remembered to pay the water bill. And a bucket of carefully positioned water falls down onto Jessica's head. "Ah ha! I have caught you!" Tiffany cries out. Jessica, now resembling a drowned rat in her black clothes and dripping wet stubby ponytail does a quick back flip out the door and disappears into the night.
And little did Tiffany know that before Jessica ran out of the corridor, she managed to attach a roll of toilet paper to the bottom of Tiffany's shoe, thus ensuring that wherever she walked she would drag an embarrassingly long string of paper with her. Even worse, Jessica had written "I like cheese and mittens and cheese mittens" on the paper.
Tiffany sits at her desk, a call comes in, it seems Will Smith is signing autographs at the mall. Tiffany bolts out the door to get an autograph, but alas, Will Smith is not at the mall, it was I who made the call. Now with Tiffany out of the office I am free to enter and retrieve the "New Yorker" cartoon ball. Which I do with ease. She thought it would be so easy, that we would just forget about the cartoon ball. Ha, the cage the ball was crying in isn't even locked! After stealing a hand full of Wheat Thins from a box on her desk I simply walk out the door with the cartoon ball.

The End

The Week In Retrospect

OMG! It's been like a week since I've written last. Hmm... so here's the breakdown.

Friday: Car decided to be a poopy-head and we found that it doesn't like to make left hand turns.

Saturday: Dad decided it had to be the driving shaft that was the cause of Friday's problems so he arranged it for his friend to fix my car. While Dave, the friend, was fixing my car my parents, Nikki (my brother's g-friend), Blake (my brother's friend since... forever) and I painted my brother's kitchen. (He was in DC). The kitchen was previously painted by a blind person. Navy cabinets, red walls sponged orange, with a bunny and vegetable border at the top and white trim. *shudder* if I can get a hold of one the before pictures I will post it later. Anyways, we repainted it. The cabinets are now a steel gray, the walls are called "Shamrock Blue" which is actually a blue/green/gray (pretty) and with the white trim it all looks really good.

Sunday: Yeah, it didn't fix the problem. I did a lot of first hand research in the form of circles at the end of the cul-de-sac. Shit.

Monday: I went to work, and worked. Then went and hung out with Joe and Bryan because I was really irritated with my roommate for eating my food. Tell me this, I'm I to blame if my roommate eats my food or is she? Yeah, that's what I thought. Anyways, I watched them play poker at Jason's house (no Jess, not your Jason).

Tuesday: Went to school and was bored. Went to Hype 7 practice at the Union. Holla! This helped me to avoid my roommates.

Wednesday: Went to work, and worked. However I was late because Dad came up to Lawrence to go with me to talk to the Financial Advisor. How did this go? Let's put it this way our conversation on the way back to my car went a little something like this:
Dad: So what did you learn today?
Me: That the system doesn't help anyone.
Dad: No, not unless you are poor or a minority.
Later that day I went to hang out with Joe and Bryan at their place. We were going to watch the KU game. But instead we went and rented a movie, got alcohol and sweets and watched a movie. I fell asleep like a usually do during movies. Oh well, at least I got away from my roommates.

Thursday: I went to school and was bored. Good point though, I skipped my morning class, and my last class of the day was cancelled. Unfortunately it took me a while to figure this out as I didn't read the syllabus. Damnnabit. Oh well.

So I just that brings us to today. Well it's already started out rather stellar. As I was turning from 435 to State Line I accelerated. (Bad move) And hit a sheet of some slick stuff- rather ice or newly fallen snow, and I spun out of control as my car died... again. Oh joy. So, how was your week?

Crazy Agents

The agents in my office are a great source of amusement for me sometimes. Like when the are using their bluetooth earsets. When they walk around and you can't tell that they have them on, it totally looks like they're crazy and they're talking to themselves and then responding. It's great. I laugh, a lot. :)

That which don't kill me, only makes me Stronger

This is the theme song for this semester. Already things are going to be hard. But I really want the f*ck out of school. Everyone keeps telling me this is going to be really hard, I don't doubt it. But I want it so much that I'm willing to do what I have to do to get out. 

I went to the academic advisers and told them "I want to graduate in May. Help me figure out how to do it." I hate going to the advisers as is. They are twits, major. No correction, he's nice and helpful, she's whiny, evil and condescending. Yeah. So, we eventually figured out that I can graduate in May if I take 16 credit hours, plus 2 more classes online. Total of *drumroll* 22 credit hours. They keep saying this is stupid, you can't do this. I got news for them. Yes I can. The only part that is really trippin' me up is the 8am class. It's just not normal. 

Until then, I will roll out of bed, head out the door and listen to my ipod every morning. Here's the song, enjoy it. 

I Designed Shoes. Whatcha Think?

Yeah, that says "Frogger"

Is it just me? Or am I crazy?

Okay, so the big drama currently is surrounding my co-worker Dorothy. She didn't explode yesterday, it was more of an artic chill. I was expecting fireworks from what everyone had been telling me. Ah well.

So last night I had a dream that I came into work, and all of the things that we had taken out of the desk, she had put back in. I called the ladies who had helped me clean it out yesterday and they came to work, and we were all like "what the hell?" Then Dorothy came out from around the corner and tried to kill me. Then we were in my parent's yard and Dorothy was perched in the tree staring at me through binoculars. (weird dream)

In reality, I came to work at nine like usual, except all the lights were on, the door to the outside office was open and when I checked the door to the outside, it was unlocked. I spazzed. I checked the whole office to make sure there was no one else there. I couldn't believe Dorothy did that. So was in soooo much trouble. I called the manager, left a message for her to get back with me. I went to the restroom, and heard some noise in the office. But no one was there. So I was like, um... okay. Whatever, went to check the dropbox outside and the door was locked.... the door that before I could have sworn was unlocked. So now I think I'm losing it. ARGH. So now I don't know what's going on. I told my boss the whole story she probably thinks I need to be checked into the psych ward. OH well, so that's what's gone on today.

Last night we: Jenn, Niffer, Joe, Me, Jessica, Jason, and their two kids went to my dad's house in Basehor to film skits. The first one was definately iffy. The second one was great, and so was the third. I really liked the work we got done, and I can't wait to film again. I realllllllyyyy want to see the footage. Like REAALLLLYYYY. But I'll have to patient (yeah right) and wait until Jen does her video magic. *sigh*

The Receptionist Desk

Okay, where should I start. Umm... so this morning Lisa, Kathie, Sue and I got a cleaning office bug up our butts and we attacked the kitchen (yay) and the receptionist desk. This is really good, and bad. The desk now looks great, the computer is now situated so that I can see both the computer and the people coming into the office, and it's just generally cleaner and now I can find things. The problem is: from what I've heard, the normal receptionist, Dorothy, is going to go nuclear when she finds this out. Especially because I have moved the thousands of magazines, and other paraphernalia that she had in the desk into boxes and set them aside for her to get rid/go through. She had pretty much taken over the entire desk with things that were in no way shape or form work related. So they made it harder to find things and get work done. So they just had to go. At about 1pm she will come into the office. At said time, I am planning to play chicken and make the office manager take over for me. So I can go hide off scene, where it's safe.

Shopping and Irritation

My dad's a big doo-doo head...


... okay now that that is out of the way. I went shopping with my mom yesterday at Target. Holla! We went to the clearnance rack where I really cleaned up. I got a lot of clothes including: a light blue button up dress shirt, a pair of jeans, some slacks, a beaded black sweater, a burgundy silky top, a maroon pleated full skirt that goes down to just below the knees, a red sweater... I think that's all. I wore the jeans to work today, I have gotten a lot of compliments on them. Some people have even said that they look like designer jeans.... I think I need to go get a couple more pairs. ;)
I also had to restock on the tolietries that I didn't have with me because all I had with me when my car broke down were the clothes on my back and the few things in my purse. (Tragic? I know.) So mom bought me those too. All together a good haul. (FYI these were to fullfill the conditions of the Christmas gift holiday card I got for Christmas)

Not a Pretty Scenario

Dad and I managed to push my car from 435 & Quivera all the way to 199th and Rosewood. Not easy. He pushed me in his large red truck, while I in my little white neon with minimal brakes and steering capabilities prayed I made it back in one piece. Now I'm kinda stuck at home, with none of my stuff. I had to wear my mom's work clothes today. (and yes, compared to me she's tiny. She's 7inches, 30 pounds and 3 sizes smaller than me) It's not a pretty scenario.

Hmmm.....

Okay, so I'm currently sitting in training for the website that the Re/Max office uses. Yay. We're having fun with bad connections and other bits of funness. We're basically being taught things that I pretty much already know. But I had to learn them the hard way... good ol' trial & error. Just like the old days out on the prairie- rattle snake = bad. You figure this out about the time you see the third person die after attempting to pet it.

This morning I was heading to work, late. And then I became later. I was driving east bound 435, and my car stopped accelarating. Uh-oh. So I pulled off on Quiviera. But then my car started working again, so I decided to go ahead and get to work, so I U-ied it and started to get back on the highway when my car died.... okay, it's not died, yet. But it's currently in a coma. We're waiting for a professional's opinion on if it is terminal. Yet to be known. I had to call 911 to get a cop to come sit behind me so no one would hit me, and we figured that I might be able to coast back down the road to the on ramp to 435, where there are actually shoulders, unlike where I was, in the turn lane. The cop said I couldn't stay where I currently was because I WOULD get hit. Nice. So I got to a "safe" stopping point, had my mom come pick me up, and take me to work. And here I am now. Not really sure what's going on. I'm supposed to have Hype 7 practice tonight, but now I don't know if I can go. I can catch a ride with Joe, but then I'm still stuck without a car. I'll keep you posted. Wish me luck. :)

Thinking about a house

Working at a real estate office can be a good thing. I really like where I work. But it can also be bad. Not terrible bad, but sad bad. I currently live in a nice townhome, but it's rented, I have roommates, and I'm just tired of renting and not having my own space.

Everyday I see pictures of nice homes, oh I like the large ones, but what gets to my heart are the small nice ones that I would love to be in right now. The ones with character that are near KC. I sit there and picture the colors that I would paint them. I was doing just that today. Here's what I came up with:

Colors I would paint my house

Kitchen- Melon and Creme

Bathroom- Pale Yellow with Burgundy accents

Bedroom- Tan/Coffee-with-Creme and accents of Navy Blue

Living Room- Slate Blue and Creme

Dining Room- Tiffany Blue

Features I want in my house: Hardwood Floors, built-in bookcases, and some special quirk. Whether the quirk is a secret passage, a cool fireplace or a spiral staircase. Just something special that is unexpected.... kinda like me. Okay, you can probably tell that I put a lot of thought into this, but hey, as it stands I still have 40 more minutes of work left and nothing currently to do. So what else would I do with my time? Something Constructive? As if.

Car Fun

I went over to Jessica's house yesterday, and let's face it: Her Hubbie Rocks! He checked out my car to find the answer to the mystery about why my car was leaking oil. I hung with Jessica and her kiddies. After a bit, Jason (the Mechanical Marvel) came in to tell me that some one had graffittied the underside of my car. Here's the picture he took. Isn't that nice? I thought so too. Jessica was losing it when she saw the picture. It was pretty funny afterwards, but I'm am soooo going to have words with the people at Wal-Mart.

Though I do love that later Jessica said that the gas tank (or some other part of the car) said "Drink Me". heeheehee

New Year's Party

Last night was interesting. I didn't get home until 8am. Fun Fun Fun. I went to a guy in my journalism school's party. It was a good time. Free beer, vodka, beer pong and an ass-whooping, provided by me, in Egyptian Rat Screw. Holla.