wait. what's updoc? oh. i get it.

so. i went home for a little visit with the family this weekend. it was nice to see everyone. however, i'm pretty sure that my hometown is like a black hole of never getting things done as i got no homework finished. eep! however, i did get some delicious candy, a wig for halloween, and i made some white chocolate covered pretzels, which brings me to my next point.

i know that most people consider chocolate a candy, but i can't bring myself to think that way. i know this sounds weird, but most of my thinking is weird, so bear with me here. i don't see a chocolate bar, or pieces of solid chocolate, or box chocolates as being "candy." chocolate candy bars are different, ad they have other things added to them so they're more candy-like. but if you hand me a hunk of chocolate, i see it more as a baking ingredient. it's kind of in a class of it's own...in that, there's candy (which can include but is not limited to: jelly beans, sour gummy things, regular gummy things, skittles, starburst, juju beans, dots, chocolate candy bars, etc) and then there's chocolate. i know that i'm strange. i would make a chart to help you understand this concept better, but i have no time for that nonsense.

and in the candy spirit, and since it is halloween, i give you...

MY FAVORITE CANDY / CHOCOLATE SWEETS: a lesson in yum

5. twix.
cookie bar, caramel, and chocolate. sold. i love this candy bar. it may be the only one that i truly love, as i've never really been a huge candy bar person.this breaks the rules, thoug. it's not too big, not too full, and doesn't dry out like reese's does. perfecto.

4. bubbilicious strawberry splash gum.
huge, sweet, juicy, and never too sticky, this gum is the perfect gum for bubble blowing. i can get some as big as my head. which is huge. and delicious.

3. fannie may trinidads.
these amazing little chocolates give new meaning to the word decadence. i adore these white chocolate covered chocolate cremes all the way through, and they always bring back great memories of getting chocolates from my mom and dad on valentine's day. they are so good! not so good for you, but hey, what can you do? that's life. eat more trinidads.

2. strawberry sour belts.
a close second to my favorite. we have a love hate relationship...i love them, but they hate the roof of my mouth. thus, i can only have a few at a time. but as they say, distance makes the heart grow fonder, an i am indeed fond of these delicious treats. i guess i could go ahead and throw sour patch kids in on here too since they're practically the same thing and i love them as well.

1. skittles.
my fail safe, my life force, my absolute favorite. i could eat skittles for the rest of my life and be happy. i probably will. the original red package is the best, no matter what anyone says. i even have a special method of eating them. that's love.


other loves: kit kat, shocktarts, pop rocks, hershey's milk chocolate bar, mounds, starburst, candy buttons (!)


some of my least favorites include: smarties, peppermints, bottle caps, wax candy, pixie stix chocolate and mint combinations, cherry and chocolate combinations (ewwwww), peanut brittle, butterscotches, after dinner mints (most older candies, as you can see)


all this candy blogging makes me wish that i was little again so i could run around the neighborhood, pillowcase in tow, racing from house to house to get as much candy as possible before we had to go home and count the stash.

which reminds me of the best pete and pete episode ever: halloweenie.

watch and enjoy.

screw this

i know that living downtown has its perks...right next to school, close to the 'action' (or lack thereof in this city) but i swear, i am so fricking tired of getting stuff stolen from my house by the thieves of this city...i could just scream. two years ago, my very nice bike was stolen out of the garage. then, someone broke into my car, but took nothing because the alarm went off when they shattered the window. then, we got nice cushions for the front porch swing and put a plastic cover over them to protect them from the weather. two weeks later, the plastic cover disappears. and last night, someone stole one of the cushions. i flipping hate the stupid thieves in this city. learn to be a decent human being. it's not that hard. i realize that you might need it more than i do, but come on!

joining the mathletes in social suicide

the hellish midterm is over. and to that i say hells yes.

i had this idea the other day for a band to make an album, but to use lines (or related content) from a movie as their song titles. they don't need to have anything to do with the song content. i just thought it would be kinda funny. like an inside joke.

in that spirit, here's my first one, with all titles coming from the movie "Mean Girls."

1. Oh My God, Shut Up!

2. Don't Have Sex, Because You Will Get Pregnant and Die

3. You Smell Like a Baby Prostitute

4. You Can't Just Ask People Why They're White

5. I Know, Right?

6. I Did NOT Leave Harlem for This!

7. Trang Pak Made out With Coach Carr

8. That is the Ugliest Effing Skirt I Have Ever Seen

9. That Is So Fetch

10. He's Almost Too Gay To Function

11. We Should Totally Just Stab Caesar

12. I've Got A Big Lesbian Crush On You

13. Boo, You Whore


Album Title And My Favorite Line:

And On the Third Day, God Created the Remington Bolt-Action Rifle, So That Man Could Fight the Dinosaurs. And The Homosexuals.

guh

ok so i should be studying for my hinduism midterm right now. but guess what? i'm not. surprise surprise. i'm actually pretty over this class right now. i really dislike the professor, mainly because he doesn't really teach anything and i think it's a waste of my time to even go to class. he just rambles incoherently about whatever subject springs to his mind.

the only saving grace in this whole deal is that he gave us a little study guide type thing. he calls it "topics to think about for the midterm." it should be called "topics you're probably confused about because i spent maybe 15 minutes total in giving you pertinent information to answering these questions properly."

i did deduct (via his ringtone) that he's (most likely) a potsmoker. however, this is just a theory, since his ringtone was dylan's 'everybody must get stoned.' i could be wrong though...he could just be naturally scatterbrained. although, if he was on some sort of drugs, his ramblings might make more sense. or maybe i'm the one that's supposed to be on drugs. i don't know how it works, really, as i'm not familiar with the subculture's habits.


as i mentioned in my previous post, i had dinner with my boss and her husband and new baby on friday. we brought over wine, but it wasn't even opened as they already had an open bottle that they were working on. oh well...the gesture was nice. anyway, the baby was wearing the outfit that i got for it (so cute, if i may say so) and didn't like me very much. if only for the fact that said baby was hungry and i was not providing it with food. i'll wait till the baby gets a tad older to visit again. then it'll be more fun and, hopefully, less crying.

the halloween party wasn't too bad...i was just so flipping tired, i felt like i couldn't shake it off and get more into the party. oh well. there's always more parties. next time will be better.

i suppose i should stop procrastinating now and at least attempt to kick this tests ass. that would be a good idea, considering it's worth 30% of my entire grade. gross.

whoa dudes

i forgot that i had this thing. that happens a lot.

rather than going through the whole "this is what has happened in my life" schpeil, we'll just start at now and go from here.

so i'm at work right now, trying to get through a large stack of work. but let's not kid ourselves, it's not gonna get done today. no biggie, i'll just come in tomorrow. it'll be the first time that i go into work on a weekend (not counting serving and lifeguarding jobs) but i'm about 82.3% sure it won't be the last.

after work today, i'm going over to my boss' house for dinner to catch up and meet the new baby. i love babies. i'm excited to be a mom someday. not today though. or tomorrow, or this year even. sorry, mom, but being a grandma will have to wait for a while. anyway, what i'm really torn on is what to bring over there. wine, or dessert? or do i take nothing at all? this is hard. i'll just stop by a store and see what looks good.

also. i am wearing a vest today. i like vests, for the most part. they're nice accessory pieces. however. i can't decide if it looks cute or if i'm just having a superbad moment...

"take it off. you look like aladdin."

halloween party tonight! i know we're early, but whatever. we need an excuse to dress up and get silly.

story time

i don't always have the best stories. they usually just kinda...end. and don't really have a point. or are funny. but this one is good.

so after working on my icore project all day, i'm ready to get out of the library and relax for a bit. i find out my good friend jon is in town, so we make plans to go out to eat with two other friends, amy and jon s. we all drive downtown in two separate cars and jon s. and i decide to park in the mall garage. "don't worry about it," jon s. says, "i'll pick up the $1.50." we walk over to the restaurant and on the way, we pass a homeless dude and he's singing along with his walkman, so i smile at him because it's a pretty cute little sales pitch. we go to rock bottom brewery, and we're sitting outside, eating, telling stories, etc. when this homeless lady comes over and just sits down on the patio. the waitress comes out to tell her that she has to go through the restaurant to be sat on the patio, and the lady immediately gets hostile with her. another witress has to come out to ask her to leave, and the homeless lady starts spouting off with "i've lived in indy for 18 years, i'm 28 years old, i have five children, one died, i'm going crazy, blah blah..." i can't make out everything she's saying because it's a little jumbled. she finally leaves and on her way down the street starts screaming, "praise jeeeeesus! hallelujah! jesus is the loooooord and i love him! praaaaaiiiise jeeeesuuuuuussss!!!!!" getting louder and louder as she walks away, even including some getting on her knees and hands raised high theatrics to boot. it was a very strange moment in my life.

so we're getting ready to leave, and our waitress informs us that if we put everything on one bill we get a family discount because jon's "cousin" (actually just a friend) works there so we get a family discount. jon says, "sweet! i'll pick it up." this causes me to think, "sweet! i just got a $5 salad for free!"

we leave the restaurant, and as i'm heading home, jon s. decides to go with jon and amy in the other car. so i'm walking back to my car and i pass the same homeless dancing and singing walkman dude as earlier. but this time, he's got two friends. one looks like a typical homeless guy, but the other one looks like a regular(ish) person. he's pretty tattoed up, even on his neck, has gauged ears, black hair...so a cross between emo and punk. emopunk says to me, "hey, would you happen to have a dollar? and i'm not gonna lie to you, i'm gonna go myself a pint across the street." i appreciated his honesty and since i was in a charitable mood, decided to give him one. "sure," i said, "i appreciate the honesty, and really, i don't blame you for wanting a beer." so i opened up my wallet and gave him one of my two dollars. as i walked away, the walkman dude yelled at me, "since we're being honest, you're a dime piece!" for those not in the know, a dime piece means you're a ten. as in a 10 on a scale of 1 to 10. moving on.

i laughed and the emopunk yells, "he thinks you're beautiful!" to which i reply, "thanks!" and keep going on to the parking garage. so i get to my car and look in my ashtray, thinking i've got enough to cover the rest of the money i need to pay for parking. not so. i have about 14 cents in my ashtray. so i begin the search of my car for change and fine none. giving up, i go up four flights of stairs into the mall and find an atm, which charges me 2 dollars extra for taking out $20. rape!

i leave the parking garage (finally) after getting the money and start driving down the street. at my first stoplight, another homeless lady on the corner looks over and says, "do you have any change you could spare?" i have 50 cents from the parking garage (it cost $1.50 to get out) so i told her yeah and handed over the change. that's when it dawned on me.


+ $5.00 : free salad for dinner
- $1.00 : emopunk's beer
- $2.00 : atm rapage
- $1.50 : parking garage expenses
- $0.50 : homeless lady's beer (most likely)
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$0 : sometimes, life evens itself out.