Friday, April 23, 2004

Hey everybody! We outta do somethin next weekend (May 1) because this fuzzy Scotsman is turning 21! So give a shout out!

*this blog has been hijacked, again, by the Brittnee. Ha, you never saw it coming. With my she-ninja stealth and prowess.

Monday, April 19, 2004

While I'm on this country thing, might as well join some of the others and post a couple of lyrics from Pat Green that fit. Not all, since it gets tedious to read them, but the good parts. Sometimes it's scary how simple my desires are....


And he'd say, all I ever wanted to be was your family man,
to work real hard girl and give you everything I can,
I just want to be your family man,
tell the children that I'll always lend a helping hand,
I just want to be your family man,
just want to be your family man.

Mom and Dad worked real hard to raise us kids
they were always there for me, and it didn't matter what is was I did
they've seen the hard times, sickness and the hell, it didn't really take too long
before they found that money it don't mean wealth.


He said you just got to be her family man, work real hard boy, but live your life according to my plan
you just got to be her family man

Well, sweetie, I'll give it my best shot!

Saturday, April 17, 2004

Anyone who knows me knows that I desperately try to deny my hickness. I claim that Brittnee is more hick than me because of her cotton farms (probably not as bad as chickens). I lament the number of trailer parks in Channelview. But, since I will never be able to get away from it, it is all in vain. Why? Because today I needed some good studying music. Did I choose classical? Kinda boring today. Rock? Too loud. When is rock too loud? Retarded. Some good ol' Cee-Lo? Not in the mood for it. So what do I turn to, and inevitably enjoy immensely?

Yep. Country. A good mix of George Strait, Willie Nelson, Johnny Cash, John Anderson, Garth Brooks, Shake Russell, Pat Green, and Robert Earl Keen. It made me crazy happy, and rather at peace in my dorm room.

I hate being a hick, but sometimes it's so good.

Friday, April 16, 2004

Sometimes I do things that are incredibly stupid.....

This morning, woke up and made coffee...took shower. Was still in a daze before coffee (as every human should be) and sort of forgot to put in the coffee itself....had the water, had the filter, turned it on, but no coffee. I thought that I'd done it all, but apparently forgot that little detail.

So, yay for filtered hot water with a coffee tinge to it. As well as cup of coffee from OB.

Thursday, April 15, 2004

Sometimes I really hate dealing with offices at UH. Today, stood in line at E. Cullen for 30 minutes...only to be told that I couldn't pay in cash (this is the only fee this applies to) and that I had to come back. Retarded.

And, at the Education College, the woman told me that my reservation for a review session had to be turned in to a different office. Ok, fair enough. Except...
Me: "Where do I take it?"
Her: "Next to the Hilton."
"Ok, what building next to the Hilton?"
"The one to the right."
".....Does it have a name?"
"I'm not sure..."
"Is it in the park? Ok, what does it look like?"
"Well, go by the fountain and go to the right."
"So, I go by the fountain and turn right....and enter the Hilton?"
"So it's the Hilton I turn it in to."
"Not a different building?"

So yeah, she's stupider than Jason slamming his head in the drawer, Heather falling from the ceiling, and Moochie.

In other news, finished applying for a job at MadScience...pays 17 an hour for doing demos of science stuffs to kids. Heaven for me.

Easter candy on sale is also heaven for me. I loves me some Dove truffle eggs.

Tuesday, April 13, 2004

So, April sucks. Nothing like having 50 bajillion projects and papers due in just a couple of weeks. Crazy.

Anyways, some an A+ on graduate midterm, yay! That thing made me nervous as hell, yet I did great. Good stuff. Also, found out that I am going to be able to apply for an internship for next spring. This means 1. No 8-5, M-F volunteering for student teaching. Instead, I get paid full time teacher money. Not all that much in the grand scheme of things, but still, it's 36,500 per year. Which I might be making in like 6 months. Sweetness. 2. I get my own classroom, instead of being placed with someone that could very well annoy the hell out of me. 3. No need for extra job. 4. Will be able to get another course waived off of degree plan. Overall badassness.

Speaking of badass, the Alamo had many. Nice, beautiful, white flowing sideburns. Just like Brittnee loves and wants me to have. And they had a piper.

Speaking of Brittnee, apartments will kick ass. Think we're going to put Parag in a closet and use his room for Halo. All have to come often.

Feels odd that I'll be 21 in a few weeks.

Don't want to do case study, hence procrastination here.

Miss Brittnee. But not for long. :)