Girl's Night Out: Success!

So, I was the orchestrator of Girl's Night Out, it took place last night. It was somewhat tough to plan... it's not exactly simple to coordinate 15 people's schedules. I was also getting irritated with some of them towards the end. I guess no matter how much you try to accomodate some people, at the end of the day they don't care and won't think twice about taking advantage of it. Or maybe I was just irritated because of PMS.

Ultimately, 9 of us ended up going (and, fitting in Melissa Young's blazer) and it was a blast! We started off (after I dropped by Heather's place to say happy birthday to my big brother) with dinner at The Spotted Dog. It was pretty good food and any place that has Newcastle on tap is a good place in my opinon. We then moved the fun (via the blazer) over to loca luna for drinks and dancing.

And we did drink. And dance. It was fun times. Except for a horrid Laura A (ghost from the past) sighting, but fortunately it was only once and then she disappeared. We wrapped it up at around 2 am.

It seemed to me like the other girls come from girl-rich environments, so I suppose they don't have to go out of there way to get an estrogen fix. And some of them don't like as much estrogen time. We explained how they more than doubled the amount of girls that I knew, both in undergrad and grad. But we agreed that our next outing would be to a "booty-shaking club" (as if we didn't do that at loca luna) and we'd bring the boys, too.

I think everyone had fun though, except that we lazy americans close up shop too early.

Verdict: success

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Disappointment

Tonight I went over to Yak's place to watch Gilmore Girls. I gotta say, I was more than a little disappointed. I only remembered that the show's original writers had left after a few minutes into it... something just didn't feel right. The pace wasn't there and the wit and humor were watered down at best. Last season I thought the characters were behaving very un-character like, and it seems as though this trend will continue. Makes me wish they had ended it on a high note.

Nevertheless, it's awesome to have fans/friends to watch it with! Perhaps eventually (not on a Wednesday) we will play the drinking game... drink once for a pop culture reference, drink twice if you don't understand it.

Past episodes would've put me under the table by the first or second commercial break. I guess with this one we'll all last longer.

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Done

Among the many things that I have had enough of/with lately, my living situation is one of them. Don't get me wrong, I love the apartment and may consider selling my soul to live here alone. If that could happen one hour from now it wouldn't be soon enough.

Is there a statute of limitations on how long you can tolerate a roommate, or is it just cause I attract the mentally/emotionally/responsibility challenged ones?

Yeah, I'm picky, and so I thought living with one who is "neat" (note that neat doesn't imply cleanliness or that there is a lack of smelliness) would make life easier, but as it turns out in this case it doesn't. Melissa, I'd take your messiness (all over, not just in your room!) and mental/emotional stability and the fact that you come with logic over neatness anyday.

I miss the Melissa days.

Due to my oh-so-considerate roommate's actions/mental problems, I'm out of a place to live in February. Yep, a whole 2.5 months before I'm done with grad school. Wonderful timing, isn't it?

Who wants a visitor?

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Thursday!!!

Melissa's coming to town!!!

Yay! Couldn't ask for a better pick me up!

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Ringo

I woke up to my phone ringing (vibrating) this morning, it was my dad. He asked what I was doing today, and I told him. I thought maybe he was calling like he does when my mom is out of town. A few minutes later my mom called. She said my kitty Ringo was dead, something bit him (most likely a dog).

I got Ringo on my 16th birthday. He was a tiny, fluffy, fuzz ball little kitty. He was abandoned, so he though me and my mom were his mommies. He was so small he couldn't jump up on the bed. He learned to give hugs and kisses. I would carry a string and he would follow me for hours. When I went out of town, he would get mad at me and hold a grudge. He had a little snake that he would carry around by the neck. Later on he found a big stuffed Hobbes and would make biscuits on it.


He was special. He drooled when he was really, really happy. He rang the doorbell when he wanted to come in. He preferred fresh running water from the sink and would sit in the bathroom every morning while I got ready. He didn't care for meat, so my dad gave him fresh vegetables to eat, usually in the morning. When he was younger he would sit on the sit of the bathtub while I took a shower. Once he got in the bubble bath. When we got Einstein, they became buddies and would always snuggle together. He liked to sit on top of my mom's car.



Ringo's hair would get matted so we would have him shaved. They would leave his head and the end of his tail so that he looked like a little lion. When Alden was a baby it would make him giggle. This winter he needed to wear a sweater, but he kept hiding them from my mom. He got so big and fat and he was moody. He liked to climb trees. One morning my dad asked me to come see something from the 2nd story landing. There was Ringo, eye level, in the trees.



I just got back from burying him with my dad and I don't much feel likegoing to the football game. We buried him next to Einstein, since theyalways used to be together when they were both alive. I buried him with his snake. That's one of the only times I've ever seen my Dad cry.

I'm going to miss him.

Balancing Act

There have been so many things (as usual) that I have wanted to write about, I just haven't had the time. And I've been running around like a crazy person. It's been difficult to settle back into this semester and my very precarious balancing act of school, work, cycling, boyfriend, and now friends (yay), not to mention the occasional babysitting job. These past few weeks have been very social and I've been making exceptions to many usual rules so that I oculd get to know my new classmates and it's been going well. The boyfriend thing is easy to deal with since he's not around very much, and the cycling thing wasn't a big factor lately because of bad weather for mountain biking and my inability to get back into the swing of things. I've been riding about half as much as the summer. It's hard to motivate myself to train hard again because riding without aching and tired legs is so much more fun than with them. I have been watching what I eat but not as closely. That has just happened because I liteally haven't had the time to fill out my food journal. Much less input it all online.

The weekends have been packed with fun. Last Friday I enjoyed an evening of dinner and movie watching with my new friends. Saturday was Tailgating and the game. Sunday some time with my favorite kids then some time with my favorite show (4 Gilmore Girls episodes) and my new girl friends. Monday was shopping and bbq time.

This weekend will be another crazy one. Friday I have tickets with 7 of the new girls to watch Beauty and the Beast at the Fox. We have class til 6pm on Fridays (sometimes 630) so it'll be a challenge to get dinner and get there on time (and we will, because tickets weren't cheap!) Saturday I have to be in 3 places at once: the GT Cycling hosted mountain bike race, the ASDL picnic and the GT-Samford football game. Right now I've committed to the mtn race, which will eat up 6am-6pm of both days, but I'm considering bailing due to extenuating circumstances. Ideally I'd like to be at all places... why is cloning a bad thing?

Hopefully I will get to sit at some point and share my thoughts on:

• Hillary's book ( I finally finished!!)
• The GT-Notre Dame Game/Stupid Tech boys
• Summer of Speed: Mission Accomplished?
• To PhD or not to PhD... that was the question (or perhaps still is)
• Renewed motivation and the high quality higher education I'm getting... NOT

Stay tuned.

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