Friday, January 20, 2006
Thursday, January 19, 2006
i could waste so much time...
...with free internet quizzes. i got this one from john's xanga. i'm not sure how i feel about it.
| You Are 21 Years Old |
 Under 12: You are a kid at heart. You still have an optimistic life view - and you look at the world with awe. 13-19: You are a teenager at heart. You question authority and are still trying to find your place in this world. 20-29: You are a twentysomething at heart. You feel excited about what's to come... love, work, and new experiences. 30-39: You are a thirtysomething at heart. You've had a taste of success and true love, but you want more! 40+: You are a mature adult. You've been through most of the ups and downs of life already. Now you get to sit back and relax. |
Wednesday, January 18, 2006
i didn't realize that law and order would cause such a stir. let me clarify: i have nothing agianst people who like law and order, and i don't mind it once in a while, but it's not really my favorite and i don't want to watch it all the time. i didn't mean to choose such a hot-button issue...
it's finals week. so it's the best week of the year for me, because i get to sit at my desk and watch my students squirm in pain. then they leave at 10:45 and i get to go out to lunch and have the rest of the afternoon free. it's the life. the downside is that i have to grade all the final exams.
today one of my students was wearing a shirt that said "attention ladies: underneath this shirt is the man of your dreams." it was pretty funny. plus, the kid is really nice so it wasn't pervy or obnoxious. if one of the assholes had worn it i wouldn't have found it amusing.
there are two kinds of high school students. those who do something they're not supposed to with one eye on the teacher at all times because they're waiting to get in trouble and those who either don't realize they shouldn't be doing what they're doing or--more likely--don't care. those who don't keep an eye on the teacher are more fun. partly, i have to respect them for not being pansies, and partly because i get to stare at them for 5 minutes until they realize that i'm doing so and then they feel stupid because the entire class is following my line of sight.
so i'm reading a book about the wives of henry VIII and i just found out that one of the gifts he gave to anny boleyn before he divorced catherine of aragon was venison. nothing says "i love you" like dead deer. nothing. that henry, he was a romantic, i tell ya...
so i'm obsessed with gilmore girls and rory has bangs and i really want to ge bangs because hers are so cute and winter is really the best time to get bangs because your forehead is less likely to sweat and make your bangs all gross, and then (ideally) they'll be grown out enough to go behind my ears by this summer, when it is hot and they will get all gross against my forehead. but i've gotten bangs before and i like them for approximatley 14 minutes and then they get on my nerves. and i have to keep in mind that she has someone whose job it is to do her hair each morning and make it look perfect, and it's probably got enough hairspray to last motley crue a week in 1987 so that the bangs stay perfect all day long, and i don't. but i still want bangs...
i hate the word bangs. i really think that as a society we should be able to come up with a better word for it/them. why are they called bangs? because they bang against your forehead? because they make you want to bang your head into a wall when they won't stay out of your eyes? because they were popular with head-banging hair bands? (the last one was a bit of a stretch). and it just sounds dumb. and the more you say it, the dumber it sounds.
the other day i was watching gilmore girls (shock of all shocks) and rory was reading the book a heartbreaking work of staggering genius, and i was proud because that's a book i read a few years ago. it made me smart.
so the american idol tryout shows are one this week, and i don't like watching them. i know for many people those 4-8 hours of television are the highlight of the year, but i just dont' enjoy it. how many times can you watch someone suck at singing before it gets boring? not many if you're me.
i think i was paid a compliment at lunch today. somehow we got to talking about how well our department gets along and someone said something about brandon, one of the other new teachers. he's the same age as me. rob, my department chair said something about how young he is, and i started to say that he's the same age as me. rob then said that he's much younger than me, even though we're the same age. i think he was calling me mature. he's really really wrong, but it was nice nonetheless.
i also got a compliment from my insurance guy. there have been multiple problems with my insurance (another sarah nolan in indianapolis wrecked a mazda in 2004 and they keep wanting it to be me to make my insurance cost more, and then today i checked out my bank statement online and found that my insurance had taken $400.00 out of my account even though we'd agreed not to make any payments until the mess was taken care of) and i called my insurance guy to try and get the problems solved and at the end of it he said i'd been great through all this, even though there had been multiple opportunities for me to yell and scream and i hadn't once and he appreciated it and i was a great customer. now he could have been just kissing my ass, but i choose to belive that it was sincere. too bad he's short.
did anyone else see peter jackson at the golden globes? holy 150 pound weight loss batman! and he's lost the glasses. still needs to comb his hair.
last night i decided it would be a good idea to drink a soda at 8:30 pm. needless to say i didn't sleep well. stupid caffeine...
i need a new message for my voicemail and i want something funny, but not something that says "i'm 16" but still shows my personality (which, coincidently, is fairly close to that of a 16-year-old). since it's my only phone number i sometimes get "real" phone calls on that phone and i don't want a ridiculous message. any ideas?
i don't really have anything else...
it's finals week. so it's the best week of the year for me, because i get to sit at my desk and watch my students squirm in pain. then they leave at 10:45 and i get to go out to lunch and have the rest of the afternoon free. it's the life. the downside is that i have to grade all the final exams.
today one of my students was wearing a shirt that said "attention ladies: underneath this shirt is the man of your dreams." it was pretty funny. plus, the kid is really nice so it wasn't pervy or obnoxious. if one of the assholes had worn it i wouldn't have found it amusing.
there are two kinds of high school students. those who do something they're not supposed to with one eye on the teacher at all times because they're waiting to get in trouble and those who either don't realize they shouldn't be doing what they're doing or--more likely--don't care. those who don't keep an eye on the teacher are more fun. partly, i have to respect them for not being pansies, and partly because i get to stare at them for 5 minutes until they realize that i'm doing so and then they feel stupid because the entire class is following my line of sight.
so i'm reading a book about the wives of henry VIII and i just found out that one of the gifts he gave to anny boleyn before he divorced catherine of aragon was venison. nothing says "i love you" like dead deer. nothing. that henry, he was a romantic, i tell ya...
so i'm obsessed with gilmore girls and rory has bangs and i really want to ge bangs because hers are so cute and winter is really the best time to get bangs because your forehead is less likely to sweat and make your bangs all gross, and then (ideally) they'll be grown out enough to go behind my ears by this summer, when it is hot and they will get all gross against my forehead. but i've gotten bangs before and i like them for approximatley 14 minutes and then they get on my nerves. and i have to keep in mind that she has someone whose job it is to do her hair each morning and make it look perfect, and it's probably got enough hairspray to last motley crue a week in 1987 so that the bangs stay perfect all day long, and i don't. but i still want bangs...
i hate the word bangs. i really think that as a society we should be able to come up with a better word for it/them. why are they called bangs? because they bang against your forehead? because they make you want to bang your head into a wall when they won't stay out of your eyes? because they were popular with head-banging hair bands? (the last one was a bit of a stretch). and it just sounds dumb. and the more you say it, the dumber it sounds.
the other day i was watching gilmore girls (shock of all shocks) and rory was reading the book a heartbreaking work of staggering genius, and i was proud because that's a book i read a few years ago. it made me smart.
so the american idol tryout shows are one this week, and i don't like watching them. i know for many people those 4-8 hours of television are the highlight of the year, but i just dont' enjoy it. how many times can you watch someone suck at singing before it gets boring? not many if you're me.
i think i was paid a compliment at lunch today. somehow we got to talking about how well our department gets along and someone said something about brandon, one of the other new teachers. he's the same age as me. rob, my department chair said something about how young he is, and i started to say that he's the same age as me. rob then said that he's much younger than me, even though we're the same age. i think he was calling me mature. he's really really wrong, but it was nice nonetheless.
i also got a compliment from my insurance guy. there have been multiple problems with my insurance (another sarah nolan in indianapolis wrecked a mazda in 2004 and they keep wanting it to be me to make my insurance cost more, and then today i checked out my bank statement online and found that my insurance had taken $400.00 out of my account even though we'd agreed not to make any payments until the mess was taken care of) and i called my insurance guy to try and get the problems solved and at the end of it he said i'd been great through all this, even though there had been multiple opportunities for me to yell and scream and i hadn't once and he appreciated it and i was a great customer. now he could have been just kissing my ass, but i choose to belive that it was sincere. too bad he's short.
did anyone else see peter jackson at the golden globes? holy 150 pound weight loss batman! and he's lost the glasses. still needs to comb his hair.
last night i decided it would be a good idea to drink a soda at 8:30 pm. needless to say i didn't sleep well. stupid caffeine...
i need a new message for my voicemail and i want something funny, but not something that says "i'm 16" but still shows my personality (which, coincidently, is fairly close to that of a 16-year-old). since it's my only phone number i sometimes get "real" phone calls on that phone and i don't want a ridiculous message. any ideas?
i don't really have anything else...
Sunday, January 08, 2006
they should rename the USA channel the law and order channel...
because everytime i turn on channel 34 (USA network) there is an episode of law and order on. other channels at least make an effort to show other stuff sometimes. not usa. once in a while they'll show an episode of monk or something, but the rest of the time it's law and order. and i don't really like law and order, so it doesn't work very well for me...
i went to linens-n-things last night to try and spend a gift card on some towels that actually match my bathroom (because mine are yellow, pink, and maroon in a bathroom that's silver, black, and white). i had to leave without buying anything because the selection was overwhelming. i called my mom today and we figured out what i'm going to buy and how i'm going to arrange the towels. i feel better. i'm going back tomorrow.
i went apartment hunting today and found a couple that i like. there are a few more that weren't open that i'll have to revisit this week. i'm hopeful. the last time i went i was mostly on the south side of time, and this time i stayed north, and they are A LOT cheaper up here. and a lot of them don't charge any extra for pets per month which is cool.
so i was watching gilmore girls this week and it was the episode where rory goes off to college and it got me thinking (which is either pathetic or impressive. impressive that i can use anything, even gilmore girls to stimulate profound thoughts; or pathetic that i was watching that instead of reading the new yorker or something). there are a lot of big moments in life. some you don't remember: birth, first steps, first words, potty training, etc. and some you think will be a big deal, but they're too quick: college graduation (3.7 seconds walking across stage), high school graduation, getting your first job, first paycheck, first kiss etc. some actually have the weight you expect, but the circumstances make it so that they don't feel like you think they should. for example, when mom and dad left me here in las vegas, i should have felt strange or cried or something, but i had to immediately deal with las vegas airport traffic and so my focus was directed elsewhere.
anyway, in that episode there's the moment when rory hugs her mom goodbye and her mom leaves and she walks into her dorm room alone. i remembered that moment. it's really a busy day. you get there and you have to move all your stuff up three flights of stairs and you meet your roommate and you have to rearrange the room four different ways to get it all to fit and then you have to figure out how to fit all your clothes in the absurdly small dresser they give you and you have to make your bed and get some lunch and then you go to a meeting and your parents go to a meeting and you have to do all these things all day and then, all of a sudden, you go out to your parents car and they drive away and you don't and you walk back to your dorm room and sit down and that's it. and i don't care how far away your college is, it's a weird moment. because, for the first time, you're not living at home. and it's sad. before i went to college, i had traveled, i had gone to camp for one or two weeks at a time, i had been apart from them and i had never been homesick. and that day i was so homesick. the first time i called home a couple days later i cried a little. it was just really bizarre to go back to my room and not have it be upstairs from my parents in the kitchen. and i don't really know how to explain it, and it's something that anyone who has moved away to college like that will understand. you just have this huge feeling of "i'm older now. nothing will every be exactly like it was."
i saw the cutest dog today. chow and akita mix. 9 lbs. tan. so sweet. i want one.
i'm excited because it's almost tax season and i think i'm getting rebate this year. at least i hope i am. we'll see.
so there is a website called postsecret.com (it's in the new all american rejects video "dirty little secret") and the whole point is that people put secrets on anonymous postcards and mail them to an address and then this guy has a website out of them. it's amazing. i suggest checking it out. there is also a book and i bought it last night. it's amazing. in the 10 minutes i looked through it in the store, i found at least 4 secrets that i share. some are funny, some are serious, but they're just so amazing. they're these little pieces of someone's life that they share with the world. best $20 i ever spent.
i'm thinking about dropping cable, because it causes me to waste so much time, but i know i'll mist abc family and hgtv. and vh1. and tbs. the thing is, the tv is my friend; the person who talks to me in the evening when i'm here alone and without it my apartment would be very quiet and sad. and i would have no friends. but i would get a lot more done. i would read more, i would play the piano more, etc.
i don't watch the OC. i never have. i saw it the first time when it was called 90210. but i do watch fox sometimes and i've noticed that they've introed a new character who is marissa's sister and is "the bad girl." which is something they also did on 90210. remember tiffany amber theissen as valerie? bad girl. and just a question: i seem to remember brenda and brandon's parents dying in a horrific car wreck or something? please let me know if that's correct.
i think that's all i got for now. i'm going to watch extreme makeover: home edition and go to bed. another 4-day school week this week. man, my life is tough... (that was for you mom)
i went to linens-n-things last night to try and spend a gift card on some towels that actually match my bathroom (because mine are yellow, pink, and maroon in a bathroom that's silver, black, and white). i had to leave without buying anything because the selection was overwhelming. i called my mom today and we figured out what i'm going to buy and how i'm going to arrange the towels. i feel better. i'm going back tomorrow.
i went apartment hunting today and found a couple that i like. there are a few more that weren't open that i'll have to revisit this week. i'm hopeful. the last time i went i was mostly on the south side of time, and this time i stayed north, and they are A LOT cheaper up here. and a lot of them don't charge any extra for pets per month which is cool.
so i was watching gilmore girls this week and it was the episode where rory goes off to college and it got me thinking (which is either pathetic or impressive. impressive that i can use anything, even gilmore girls to stimulate profound thoughts; or pathetic that i was watching that instead of reading the new yorker or something). there are a lot of big moments in life. some you don't remember: birth, first steps, first words, potty training, etc. and some you think will be a big deal, but they're too quick: college graduation (3.7 seconds walking across stage), high school graduation, getting your first job, first paycheck, first kiss etc. some actually have the weight you expect, but the circumstances make it so that they don't feel like you think they should. for example, when mom and dad left me here in las vegas, i should have felt strange or cried or something, but i had to immediately deal with las vegas airport traffic and so my focus was directed elsewhere.
anyway, in that episode there's the moment when rory hugs her mom goodbye and her mom leaves and she walks into her dorm room alone. i remembered that moment. it's really a busy day. you get there and you have to move all your stuff up three flights of stairs and you meet your roommate and you have to rearrange the room four different ways to get it all to fit and then you have to figure out how to fit all your clothes in the absurdly small dresser they give you and you have to make your bed and get some lunch and then you go to a meeting and your parents go to a meeting and you have to do all these things all day and then, all of a sudden, you go out to your parents car and they drive away and you don't and you walk back to your dorm room and sit down and that's it. and i don't care how far away your college is, it's a weird moment. because, for the first time, you're not living at home. and it's sad. before i went to college, i had traveled, i had gone to camp for one or two weeks at a time, i had been apart from them and i had never been homesick. and that day i was so homesick. the first time i called home a couple days later i cried a little. it was just really bizarre to go back to my room and not have it be upstairs from my parents in the kitchen. and i don't really know how to explain it, and it's something that anyone who has moved away to college like that will understand. you just have this huge feeling of "i'm older now. nothing will every be exactly like it was."
i saw the cutest dog today. chow and akita mix. 9 lbs. tan. so sweet. i want one.
i'm excited because it's almost tax season and i think i'm getting rebate this year. at least i hope i am. we'll see.
so there is a website called postsecret.com (it's in the new all american rejects video "dirty little secret") and the whole point is that people put secrets on anonymous postcards and mail them to an address and then this guy has a website out of them. it's amazing. i suggest checking it out. there is also a book and i bought it last night. it's amazing. in the 10 minutes i looked through it in the store, i found at least 4 secrets that i share. some are funny, some are serious, but they're just so amazing. they're these little pieces of someone's life that they share with the world. best $20 i ever spent.
i'm thinking about dropping cable, because it causes me to waste so much time, but i know i'll mist abc family and hgtv. and vh1. and tbs. the thing is, the tv is my friend; the person who talks to me in the evening when i'm here alone and without it my apartment would be very quiet and sad. and i would have no friends. but i would get a lot more done. i would read more, i would play the piano more, etc.
i don't watch the OC. i never have. i saw it the first time when it was called 90210. but i do watch fox sometimes and i've noticed that they've introed a new character who is marissa's sister and is "the bad girl." which is something they also did on 90210. remember tiffany amber theissen as valerie? bad girl. and just a question: i seem to remember brenda and brandon's parents dying in a horrific car wreck or something? please let me know if that's correct.
i think that's all i got for now. i'm going to watch extreme makeover: home edition and go to bed. another 4-day school week this week. man, my life is tough... (that was for you mom)
Wednesday, January 04, 2006
don't you hate it when your nose tickles like you have to sneeze, but then the sneeze never comes...
i just spent the last hour reading my old posts. i'm quite funny!
mother of pearl! i love the daily show!
and i just swallowed a gallon of snot.
the daily show is on at 11pm, and thent he colbert report after that, so i can't watch it because it's way past my bedtime. and comedy central reruns it at 10am, but i'm at work that time of day, so i can't watch it then. but fear not my friends: now they re-run it again at 8pm. BRILLIANT!! but i will say that there are a ton of commercials during those two shows.
so i was telling my modern lit class the other day (before winter break) about christopher walken being the scariest man alive (i can't remember why) and that jack nicholson was a close second, and i went on to tell them about the top four creepers:
1. wayne newton
2. tom jones
3. barry manilow
4. niel diamond (mostly because his hair never moves)
and one of my students mentioned that they're all las vegas performers, to which i just smiled cryptically and said "I know."
i swear--my students are all a bunch of delinquints. i asked yesterday and today if anyone had any exciting and school appropriate stories from break and there weren't many. so i asked if the break was boring or if all their stories weren't appropriate and the latter was their response and it just made me sad. i've told them that i dont' want to know about any illegal activities in which they engage, and they respect that for the most part. but i look at them and the things they do, and i wonder what will they have to look forward to? i fear for their adult lives, because so many of the exciting things have already happened.
yesterday was the 36th birthday of one of my colleagues, and several of the teachers were teasing him for being so young. i stayed silent. because i'm not quite there yet.
i have a whole bunch of change in the bottom of my purse that i need to put in my change glass.
see, this is why i don't post everyday: there aren't that many exciting things going on in my life and so the posts become these random, disjointed pieces of nonsense.
i really want an ergonomic keyboard...
i heard on e! news today that orlando and kate were seen shopping for engagement rings in london. i know this may come as a shock to many of you, but there's a slim chance i won't be marrying orlando bloom. is michael vartan still single?
whatever happened to mo rocca?
yesterday one of my key club girls was hanging out in my room after school and all of a sudden she says "ms. nolan! did you notice that i'm wearing hollister??" i hadn't noticed, because honestly i don't pay that much attention. i guess it was a big deal because she never wears hollister and she had gotten a shirt and jeans from there. i just think it's funny that she thought i paid that muc attention to her clothing. i barely pay that much attention to my own clothing.
it's very warm here this week, which sucks because i got several new sweaters and i can't wear them because it's too hot. i mean it's going to be near 70 degrees by friday. we got a new principal. we met him yesterday and he was very loud. our last principal was pretty quiet.
i have my first parent/teacher conferene after school tomorrow. the parent has asked for it with all her students teachers because she has low grades and wants to know what she can do to bring her grades up. she has a 26% in my class. TWENTY SIX PERCENT!! she doesnt' do anything. she's absent half the time and when she's there, she sleeps. and so her parents call a conference the last week of the quarter to bring her grades up. SHE HAS FOUR DAYS OF MY CLASS LEFT. THE GRADE IS NOT GOING TO MAGICALLY IMPROVE TO A B. OR ANYTHING BUT AN F. morons
and i think the colbert report might be funnier than the daily show. sorry john stewart.
today we read "the raven" in my american lit classes and watched the episode of the simpsons that has the raven in it and one of my students said taht was cool and can we do it another time. of course, my sarcastic comment was that from then on out, i would build the curriculum around the simpsons. that might have been a little harsh.
remember the days when i would get worried about the fact that i wasn't prepared for the next day and felt bad for not grading when i got home. good thing i got rid of that guilt. now slacking is guilt free. and as a result, boring. kind of like when i used to play snood in college. it was only fun when i was procrastinating.
anyway, i think this is good. PLEASE COMMENT!! otherwise i think no one is reading them, or no one is enjoying them and i lose my motivation. i like comments. the make me feel loved. they don't have to be witty or long or even nice. :)
mother of pearl! i love the daily show!
and i just swallowed a gallon of snot.
the daily show is on at 11pm, and thent he colbert report after that, so i can't watch it because it's way past my bedtime. and comedy central reruns it at 10am, but i'm at work that time of day, so i can't watch it then. but fear not my friends: now they re-run it again at 8pm. BRILLIANT!! but i will say that there are a ton of commercials during those two shows.
so i was telling my modern lit class the other day (before winter break) about christopher walken being the scariest man alive (i can't remember why) and that jack nicholson was a close second, and i went on to tell them about the top four creepers:
1. wayne newton
2. tom jones
3. barry manilow
4. niel diamond (mostly because his hair never moves)
and one of my students mentioned that they're all las vegas performers, to which i just smiled cryptically and said "I know."
i swear--my students are all a bunch of delinquints. i asked yesterday and today if anyone had any exciting and school appropriate stories from break and there weren't many. so i asked if the break was boring or if all their stories weren't appropriate and the latter was their response and it just made me sad. i've told them that i dont' want to know about any illegal activities in which they engage, and they respect that for the most part. but i look at them and the things they do, and i wonder what will they have to look forward to? i fear for their adult lives, because so many of the exciting things have already happened.
yesterday was the 36th birthday of one of my colleagues, and several of the teachers were teasing him for being so young. i stayed silent. because i'm not quite there yet.
i have a whole bunch of change in the bottom of my purse that i need to put in my change glass.
see, this is why i don't post everyday: there aren't that many exciting things going on in my life and so the posts become these random, disjointed pieces of nonsense.
i really want an ergonomic keyboard...
i heard on e! news today that orlando and kate were seen shopping for engagement rings in london. i know this may come as a shock to many of you, but there's a slim chance i won't be marrying orlando bloom. is michael vartan still single?
whatever happened to mo rocca?
yesterday one of my key club girls was hanging out in my room after school and all of a sudden she says "ms. nolan! did you notice that i'm wearing hollister??" i hadn't noticed, because honestly i don't pay that much attention. i guess it was a big deal because she never wears hollister and she had gotten a shirt and jeans from there. i just think it's funny that she thought i paid that muc attention to her clothing. i barely pay that much attention to my own clothing.
it's very warm here this week, which sucks because i got several new sweaters and i can't wear them because it's too hot. i mean it's going to be near 70 degrees by friday. we got a new principal. we met him yesterday and he was very loud. our last principal was pretty quiet.
i have my first parent/teacher conferene after school tomorrow. the parent has asked for it with all her students teachers because she has low grades and wants to know what she can do to bring her grades up. she has a 26% in my class. TWENTY SIX PERCENT!! she doesnt' do anything. she's absent half the time and when she's there, she sleeps. and so her parents call a conference the last week of the quarter to bring her grades up. SHE HAS FOUR DAYS OF MY CLASS LEFT. THE GRADE IS NOT GOING TO MAGICALLY IMPROVE TO A B. OR ANYTHING BUT AN F. morons
and i think the colbert report might be funnier than the daily show. sorry john stewart.
today we read "the raven" in my american lit classes and watched the episode of the simpsons that has the raven in it and one of my students said taht was cool and can we do it another time. of course, my sarcastic comment was that from then on out, i would build the curriculum around the simpsons. that might have been a little harsh.
remember the days when i would get worried about the fact that i wasn't prepared for the next day and felt bad for not grading when i got home. good thing i got rid of that guilt. now slacking is guilt free. and as a result, boring. kind of like when i used to play snood in college. it was only fun when i was procrastinating.
anyway, i think this is good. PLEASE COMMENT!! otherwise i think no one is reading them, or no one is enjoying them and i lose my motivation. i like comments. the make me feel loved. they don't have to be witty or long or even nice. :)
Tuesday, January 03, 2006
i'm stole this. it's what teachers do.
my friend heidi sent this to me in an email and she stole it from another friend's blog, so i'm just perpetuating the cycle... here goes!!
my uncle once: scared me. a lot. and by "once" i mean "every time i saw him." he was just very loud and boisterous and always called me "sweetie" (his petname for every female he ever encountered) or maybe it was "baby." or "honey." or all three. but anyway, he's a super nice guy, but when i was little i was shy (shock!!) and he always came in yelling happily and kissing me on the cheek and it was a little bit scary. i'm not scared of him anymore.
the one person who drives me nuts, but then can always manage to make me smile is: probably my mom. i love her and she's my best friend, but she likes to mother me. a lot. i guess she earned it around the time she squeezed me out of her vagina, but it drives me nuts sometimes. but then she does something really awesome and it's all good.
high school was: fun. excruciating. boring. hard. too long. too short. the worst four years of my live. the average four years of my life. not the best four years of my life. not like saved by the bell. absurd. dramatic. lonely. busy. this could go on forever, but high school was what it was. nothing more, nothing less. i have very mixed emotions about it and i've not sorted them all out yet. it's still too fresh of a wound.
my first real love was: jonathan brandis?
if i were to get married right now, my bridesmaids would be: how can i possibly answer this without offending someone? i refuse. and what's the point of thinking about an event 50 years in the future?
i talk to my ex: haha. very funny.
last Christmas I: " gave you my heart. the very next day, you gave it away." no, seriously, i thought i would never make it through student teaching and the concept of having a job as a teacher was almost unfathomable. actually, that last part is still true...
when i turn my head left i see: my filing cabinet, my wall, and a magnet for an insurance agent that i never called, which reminds me that i need to buy magnets for my classroom. and a pile of paid bills. stupid bills.
when i turn my head right i see: my tv, couch, movies, piano, front door, two pairs of shoes, a wall thing for my kitchen that i bought in november and have yet to put up, two empty soda cans... is that enough? because i can keep going...
the craziest family event was: if you've met my family, you understand the futility of this question. they're all crazy.
if i was a charater on friends, i'd be: i hate to admit it, but probably ross. boring, neurotic, loser-ish, nerdy...
by this time next year: well let's go with the old standby for shits and giggles: BOYFRIEND!!
you know i "like" you if: i pick on you. i've never quite left that realm of 2nd grade. but if i'm mean to you, i like you.
if i won an award, the first person/people i'd thank would be: my parents. or my boyfriend, orlando bloom.
take my advice: don't go to the las vegas strip for new year's eve. it's not worth the brushes with death.
my ideal breakfast is: have you seen pretty woman? that, except substitute orlando bloom for richard gere. and i'm not a hooker. and he's not more into his work than me. and i have better hair. and i don't eat a plain pancake with my fingers. you know, exactly the same thing.
if you visit my hometown: don't go to the park after sundown. it's a rough place.
if you spent the night at my house: you'd get the couch, because that's just how fancy i am. with the sheets from my bed in college.
i'd stop my wedding if: orlando bloom called me and expressed his undying love...
the world could do without: the lifetime network. no one has that much estrogen. wait, correction: no one should have that much estrogen.
my favorite blonde is: there are two: tyler and trevor-- THE CUTEST KIDS EVER!!
paper clips are more useful than: the security tape they put on cd's and dvd's. i'm pretty sure they only purpose it serves is to drive m crazy and make it so i have to wait 15 minutes to listen to a new cd. bastards.
if i could do anything well, i would: dance. or write. or figure skate. or diet. whatever.
and by the way: who decided that chocolate needed to have 12 billion calories per serving? i mean, it's a necessary food group (i would argue it's more important than the starches) but i have to feel guilty every time i eat it. bollocks!!
once, at a bar: i kissed i guy i'd never talked to because it was my 23rd birthday and i was still a kissing virgin and my friends convinced me that it was a good idea and he slobbered all over me and put his number in my cell phone. i called him a couple weeks later and he never called back then dated my friend. AWKWARD.
las night: i watched arrested development and went to bed. mi vida loca.
there's a girl i know who: failed organic chemistry once and barely passed it the second time, got c's and d's in all her science classes and still thought she would get into medical school.
if you actually read this, you: need to get a life. face it people: i'm not that interesting.
if i ever go back to school, i'll: when i go back i'll get my masters in either: education, linguistics, literature, or british history. or maybe all four.
next time i go to church: i'll again be shocked and awed at how big it is.
my birthday is: october 6th. and generally a letdown.
have you ever showered with someone of the opposite sex: i think i took baths with my brothers when i was a baby... as if you all didn't know that answer already.
have you ever brused your teeth in the shower? i dont' think so. it just feels wrong to brush my teeth with hot water.
how old do you look? younger than most of my students, so 15. no, seriously, probably a bout 21 or so.
What's the last song you sang? i think it was "breathe" in the car today.
do you kiss with your eyes open or closed? i don't kiss. because i'm pathetic.
are you in love with anyone right now? myself.
does anything on your body itch right now? my arm, but it only started itching when i typed this.
have you ever had a member of the opposite sex in your room? yes. i'm a virgin, not a puritan.
are you more creative alone or with other people? a little of both. but i think best out loud.
do you end up making a fool of yourself when you try to flirt with someone? usually.
do you exercise before you eat in the morning? i get up at five as it is. i refuse to get up at 4 so that i can exercise.
is it better to be single or in a relationship? like i know.
where/when will the next vacation be? there was talk of going to south korea this summer with my parents to visit my brother, but i don't think i'll be able to afford it. so probably to indiana in the summer to see the fam and be in lindsay's wedding.
do you talk in your sleep? i dont' think so. sometimes when i take naps and i'm not sleeping very deeply i moan. anyone remember the episode from college when we were watching dead man walking??? good times.
name one random fact about yourself: i have a blue freckle on my leg. and when i was in the first grade, i played a bunny in the chrismast musical and i got to stand on stage during one song and i peed my pants right before it started. i had to stand on stage and pose so that people couldn't see the big pee spot on my pink bunny costume (which was a pink sweatsuit). not my best moment.
if you could "take back" your virginity from your first partner, would you? blah.
would you prefer the lights on or off during sex? by the time i get to that particular activity, i won't care. i just can't wait to have sex.
would you ever start a relationship with someone who was still living with an ex for financial reasons? no.
is the male or female body closer to perfection? female. have you seen the male body? i really think the penis was an afterthought. god looked at man, and realized that something was missing and just threw it on there where there was a free spot. not attractive.
would you date someone significantly (9 years or over) older than you? it would depend on whether or not he was michael vartan.
generally, in life, what makes you happy? family, friends, coziness, teaching, learning, so many things. the fact that my key club kids ran toward me and gave me hugs this morning. when my nephews laugh at my jokes (of course, they also laugh at the word booger, so it's not such a big deal). looking out the window as my plane lands in indy. looking out the window as my plane lands in las vegas. the fact that elizabeth and darcy always get together.
How well do you handle criticism? i'd say fairly well. but i tend to agonize over it. i'm one of those crazy overachievers.
would you like to date someone a lot poorer than you? interesting wording there. would i like to? well it's not something i hope and dream about, but i would, depending on the situation.
when fooling around with someone, do you sometimes have fantasies of other people? oh yeah. all the time.
is it possible for a fuller-figured woman to be as attractive as a thinner woman? i'd like to think so. other wise i'll die a virgin.
you've just met someone incredible while out with friends, and s/he has been kind enough to cough up a number. how long do you wait to call? at least a week. probably 6 days, so it's not right away, but it's not obvious that i've waited a week. it just seems like i casually decided to call.
would you have a "happy button" installed on your body, connected to your brain, which would instantly make you very happy whenever you pressed it? they did that with rats, and they died. so no. it's the tir na nog thing: without sorrow you can't ever know great joy.
what's sexiest on a woman/man? any attraction to me. and good hair. and a nice big... brain. DON'T BE DIRTY!!
would you rather marry a virgin or someone experienced? i would like to marry a virgin, but i realize that's fairly unlikely considering my age and the current sexual climate.
have you ever had a one-night stand? ha.
is it better to have loved and lost or never to have loved at all? loved and lost. i think. i'm not speaking from experience here or anything, but i think a life without love seems really sad.
wow! that was a lot longer than i anticipated. anyway, i think that will suffice for a post today.
my uncle once: scared me. a lot. and by "once" i mean "every time i saw him." he was just very loud and boisterous and always called me "sweetie" (his petname for every female he ever encountered) or maybe it was "baby." or "honey." or all three. but anyway, he's a super nice guy, but when i was little i was shy (shock!!) and he always came in yelling happily and kissing me on the cheek and it was a little bit scary. i'm not scared of him anymore.
the one person who drives me nuts, but then can always manage to make me smile is: probably my mom. i love her and she's my best friend, but she likes to mother me. a lot. i guess she earned it around the time she squeezed me out of her vagina, but it drives me nuts sometimes. but then she does something really awesome and it's all good.
high school was: fun. excruciating. boring. hard. too long. too short. the worst four years of my live. the average four years of my life. not the best four years of my life. not like saved by the bell. absurd. dramatic. lonely. busy. this could go on forever, but high school was what it was. nothing more, nothing less. i have very mixed emotions about it and i've not sorted them all out yet. it's still too fresh of a wound.
my first real love was: jonathan brandis?
if i were to get married right now, my bridesmaids would be: how can i possibly answer this without offending someone? i refuse. and what's the point of thinking about an event 50 years in the future?
i talk to my ex: haha. very funny.
last Christmas I: " gave you my heart. the very next day, you gave it away." no, seriously, i thought i would never make it through student teaching and the concept of having a job as a teacher was almost unfathomable. actually, that last part is still true...
when i turn my head left i see: my filing cabinet, my wall, and a magnet for an insurance agent that i never called, which reminds me that i need to buy magnets for my classroom. and a pile of paid bills. stupid bills.
when i turn my head right i see: my tv, couch, movies, piano, front door, two pairs of shoes, a wall thing for my kitchen that i bought in november and have yet to put up, two empty soda cans... is that enough? because i can keep going...
the craziest family event was: if you've met my family, you understand the futility of this question. they're all crazy.
if i was a charater on friends, i'd be: i hate to admit it, but probably ross. boring, neurotic, loser-ish, nerdy...
by this time next year: well let's go with the old standby for shits and giggles: BOYFRIEND!!
you know i "like" you if: i pick on you. i've never quite left that realm of 2nd grade. but if i'm mean to you, i like you.
if i won an award, the first person/people i'd thank would be: my parents. or my boyfriend, orlando bloom.
take my advice: don't go to the las vegas strip for new year's eve. it's not worth the brushes with death.
my ideal breakfast is: have you seen pretty woman? that, except substitute orlando bloom for richard gere. and i'm not a hooker. and he's not more into his work than me. and i have better hair. and i don't eat a plain pancake with my fingers. you know, exactly the same thing.
if you visit my hometown: don't go to the park after sundown. it's a rough place.
if you spent the night at my house: you'd get the couch, because that's just how fancy i am. with the sheets from my bed in college.
i'd stop my wedding if: orlando bloom called me and expressed his undying love...
the world could do without: the lifetime network. no one has that much estrogen. wait, correction: no one should have that much estrogen.
my favorite blonde is: there are two: tyler and trevor-- THE CUTEST KIDS EVER!!
paper clips are more useful than: the security tape they put on cd's and dvd's. i'm pretty sure they only purpose it serves is to drive m crazy and make it so i have to wait 15 minutes to listen to a new cd. bastards.
if i could do anything well, i would: dance. or write. or figure skate. or diet. whatever.
and by the way: who decided that chocolate needed to have 12 billion calories per serving? i mean, it's a necessary food group (i would argue it's more important than the starches) but i have to feel guilty every time i eat it. bollocks!!
once, at a bar: i kissed i guy i'd never talked to because it was my 23rd birthday and i was still a kissing virgin and my friends convinced me that it was a good idea and he slobbered all over me and put his number in my cell phone. i called him a couple weeks later and he never called back then dated my friend. AWKWARD.
las night: i watched arrested development and went to bed. mi vida loca.
there's a girl i know who: failed organic chemistry once and barely passed it the second time, got c's and d's in all her science classes and still thought she would get into medical school.
if you actually read this, you: need to get a life. face it people: i'm not that interesting.
if i ever go back to school, i'll: when i go back i'll get my masters in either: education, linguistics, literature, or british history. or maybe all four.
next time i go to church: i'll again be shocked and awed at how big it is.
my birthday is: october 6th. and generally a letdown.
have you ever showered with someone of the opposite sex: i think i took baths with my brothers when i was a baby... as if you all didn't know that answer already.
have you ever brused your teeth in the shower? i dont' think so. it just feels wrong to brush my teeth with hot water.
how old do you look? younger than most of my students, so 15. no, seriously, probably a bout 21 or so.
What's the last song you sang? i think it was "breathe" in the car today.
do you kiss with your eyes open or closed? i don't kiss. because i'm pathetic.
are you in love with anyone right now? myself.
does anything on your body itch right now? my arm, but it only started itching when i typed this.
have you ever had a member of the opposite sex in your room? yes. i'm a virgin, not a puritan.
are you more creative alone or with other people? a little of both. but i think best out loud.
do you end up making a fool of yourself when you try to flirt with someone? usually.
do you exercise before you eat in the morning? i get up at five as it is. i refuse to get up at 4 so that i can exercise.
is it better to be single or in a relationship? like i know.
where/when will the next vacation be? there was talk of going to south korea this summer with my parents to visit my brother, but i don't think i'll be able to afford it. so probably to indiana in the summer to see the fam and be in lindsay's wedding.
do you talk in your sleep? i dont' think so. sometimes when i take naps and i'm not sleeping very deeply i moan. anyone remember the episode from college when we were watching dead man walking??? good times.
name one random fact about yourself: i have a blue freckle on my leg. and when i was in the first grade, i played a bunny in the chrismast musical and i got to stand on stage during one song and i peed my pants right before it started. i had to stand on stage and pose so that people couldn't see the big pee spot on my pink bunny costume (which was a pink sweatsuit). not my best moment.
if you could "take back" your virginity from your first partner, would you? blah.
would you prefer the lights on or off during sex? by the time i get to that particular activity, i won't care. i just can't wait to have sex.
would you ever start a relationship with someone who was still living with an ex for financial reasons? no.
is the male or female body closer to perfection? female. have you seen the male body? i really think the penis was an afterthought. god looked at man, and realized that something was missing and just threw it on there where there was a free spot. not attractive.
would you date someone significantly (9 years or over) older than you? it would depend on whether or not he was michael vartan.
generally, in life, what makes you happy? family, friends, coziness, teaching, learning, so many things. the fact that my key club kids ran toward me and gave me hugs this morning. when my nephews laugh at my jokes (of course, they also laugh at the word booger, so it's not such a big deal). looking out the window as my plane lands in indy. looking out the window as my plane lands in las vegas. the fact that elizabeth and darcy always get together.
How well do you handle criticism? i'd say fairly well. but i tend to agonize over it. i'm one of those crazy overachievers.
would you like to date someone a lot poorer than you? interesting wording there. would i like to? well it's not something i hope and dream about, but i would, depending on the situation.
when fooling around with someone, do you sometimes have fantasies of other people? oh yeah. all the time.
is it possible for a fuller-figured woman to be as attractive as a thinner woman? i'd like to think so. other wise i'll die a virgin.
you've just met someone incredible while out with friends, and s/he has been kind enough to cough up a number. how long do you wait to call? at least a week. probably 6 days, so it's not right away, but it's not obvious that i've waited a week. it just seems like i casually decided to call.
would you have a "happy button" installed on your body, connected to your brain, which would instantly make you very happy whenever you pressed it? they did that with rats, and they died. so no. it's the tir na nog thing: without sorrow you can't ever know great joy.
what's sexiest on a woman/man? any attraction to me. and good hair. and a nice big... brain. DON'T BE DIRTY!!
would you rather marry a virgin or someone experienced? i would like to marry a virgin, but i realize that's fairly unlikely considering my age and the current sexual climate.
have you ever had a one-night stand? ha.
is it better to have loved and lost or never to have loved at all? loved and lost. i think. i'm not speaking from experience here or anything, but i think a life without love seems really sad.
wow! that was a lot longer than i anticipated. anyway, i think that will suffice for a post today.
Monday, January 02, 2006
near death experiences and other new year's eve adventures...
okay. so among my many goals for this year is to update my blog at least once a week. in the last few weeks before i went home for winter break all motivation to do anything at all except sit on my couch and watch "the fabulous life of..." on vh1. so now i'm back in las vegas and i've had two weeks of extrovert bliss (read: not living alone) and i've got some of my motivation back to not be worthless. so we'll see. i know most of you are cynical because i've made this promise before and have then failed to make good on it, but i'm going to make it again. it's like smokers: most smokers try to quit an average of 6 to 12 times before they're successful. hopefully my number will be less.
anyway, let me tell you about my new year's eve. my plane landed in las vegas at about 12:45 p.m. that day, and i finally left the airport with all my luggage (all three suitcases and a carry on--i suck at life) about an hour later. i waited for my bags for 30 minutes!! my friends who were picking me up eventually just decided to park instead of circling the airport to pick me up. so i got home about 2:30. i thought this was plenty of time to unpack, take a nap, clean my apartment, and just generally get ready for the evening (i was planning on curling my hair, generally a drastic, time-consuming procedure). on the car ride home, gwen told me that everyone had just decided to go down to the strip and wander around and hang out because it was free and it was $120 to get into some of the cheaper clubs. the really cool clubs (i.e. Tao, where paris hilton was hosting a party) were $300 and up. i was cool with that idea because i'm poor and i didn't have any clothes that were cute enough for the cool places. i figured we'd get there around nine or so, maybe earlier to get some dinner, no sweat. no. certain people in our group wanted to get there earlyso we'd get parking, it wouldn't be too crowded, etc, so they wanted to get there at 4. FOUR PM!!! seriously? do they know what time midnight is? and how far away that is from 4?? well, gwen had talked them down to 5:30 or 6:00, which was a little more doable for me. we had decided to meet at sean and gwen's to preparty, so i said i'd try to get there around 4:30. when i got home, i grabbed some food and money from the atm and wanted to relax a little before i had to leave. it was also really windy, so i decided to just leave my hair like it was (straight) for the evening.
i ended up running a little late and got to their apartment around 5:30 but hadn't finished getting dressed or putting my makeup on, so i'm finishing up at the apartment and amanda (the one who wanted to get there at four and was mad because i hadn't gotten there before them) says to me, "are you still getting ready?" which pissed me off so i responded with, "well i just flew in today and we're leaving a lot earlier than i had planned." she didn't really say anything because someone else changed the subject and we left for the strip.
we get there and park at the mgm grand and met the other car inside (they'd parked at new york, new york) and began our night of wandering.
first, we wandered into a bar inside the mgm and got kicked out 20 minutes later because we weren't buying anyting.
next, we wandered across the street to the new york new york and went out to the other car because they had a cooler of beer in it.
then, we wandered back over to mgm and went ouside an up the street. amanda started complaining that we were walking too fast for her in her four-inch heels (don't ask my why she thought those were a good idea considering we'd be walking all night). we ended up at the aladdin and went in because it was windy and we wanted to not be outside anymore.
we wandered back into the mall there and gwen and i decided that we wanted to eat something. so we found a mexican restaurant and told everyone that we were going to eat, but they could go on if they wanted and we'd meet them later, once we were finished. they all decided to go in. so we get a table, sit and look at the menus and amanda, chris, and sean immediately start talking about how expensive it is, and how there was cheap pizza somewhere back in the mall, and so we told them again, they could leave and we'd meet up with them later. so they finally left and we sat and talked to tracy and dave, and had a really nice time.
we left the aladdin and found a spot in the street (it was closed to car traffic) where we would be able to see a lot of the fireworks. it was about 11:00, so we had about an hour to wait. i had been yawning since about 8pm, and had seriously considered leaving (i had driven down there) about 10:30, but i figured i'd wait it out--i could sleep on sunday and monday, so it wasn't a big deal. well, amanda started whining about heading back to the mgm so we could be closer to the cars when the fireworks went off, but most of us were cool in our spot, so we decided not to move. all of a sudden, she freaks out and decides that she's going to walk back by herself. there are a lot of people down there. the street was full from the stratosphere to mandalay bay, and she decides to walk from the bellagio/alladin to the mgm. so tracy takes off after her and brings her back, and she's yelling at her husband, chris, which was a continuation of an earlier fight from inside the aladdin, and we all started walking south just to shut her up. we got half way down and stopped in front of some port-o-potties for a reason which i can't remember right now and she started whining again about walking because someone made a joke about celebrating the new year in front of the port-o-potties. someone commented that they liked our spot before so she explodes again and tells everyone to go back there and she'll meet them at the car afterwards, blah blah blah.
eventually, we watched the fireworks from in front of the monte carlo. just about every casino on the strip sets off fireworks and they're all coordinated, so it was really cool. i'll try to post my pictures sometime.
several of the casino signs had a count down to midnight, and the two we were watching, new york, new york, and mgm grand were both doing it, but their countdowns were three seconds apart, which was funny. tracy was pretty sure the world would implode if the new year happened twice, but luckily, it didn't.
so we watched the fireworks and cheered and blew our little horn thingies and decided to go to the car. it was crowded, because a lot of other people had the same idea, but it was manageable and we weren't concerned about it. we got down to the ny, ny and were had to walk into a pretty big crowd in front of the brooklyn bridge, so we made sure to stick together so we wouldn't lose anyone. what happened next was seriously the scariest 30 minutes of my life. you know how you hear those stories about people being crushed to death at soccer matches? i was caught in something like that. at first it was crowded and kinda fun, but no big deal. then we started making jokes about not falling because you'd get trampled, and then it was seriouly an exercise in not being pushed over. and it stayed like that for 15 minutes. the fact that the drunk morons kept pushing didn't help. we realized that there were two barriers, one separating the street from the sidewalk and one that made a T into the other one, and we were stuck in the corner of them. we had to climb over the barrier to get out of it. amanda and gwen were both crying and scared to death and i was getting really worried. the crowd was helping to get all the women out first and it was sort of a titanic/berlin wall kind of thing. it was really scary.
we all said our goodbyes and went to our cars to go home.
it took us two hours to get out of the parking garage.
we moved about 20 feet in the first hour and a half.
i wanted to die. and sleep. but mostly sleep.
and that was my first new year's eve in las vegas. not a high. earlier i had told gwen that i wanted to stay home and sleep but thought i would regret it if i didn't go out. i ended up regretting going out. here's the moral of this story: staying home and watching movies with your parents on new year's eve is much more fun than going out partying in las vegas. i am such a loser.
here's some sad news: this is the last season of arrested: development, which is the funniest show on tv and will be no more come may. *sigh*
not looking forward to getting up at 5am tomorrow. not really looking forward to going back to school. blah. hooray for updating!!!
anyway, let me tell you about my new year's eve. my plane landed in las vegas at about 12:45 p.m. that day, and i finally left the airport with all my luggage (all three suitcases and a carry on--i suck at life) about an hour later. i waited for my bags for 30 minutes!! my friends who were picking me up eventually just decided to park instead of circling the airport to pick me up. so i got home about 2:30. i thought this was plenty of time to unpack, take a nap, clean my apartment, and just generally get ready for the evening (i was planning on curling my hair, generally a drastic, time-consuming procedure). on the car ride home, gwen told me that everyone had just decided to go down to the strip and wander around and hang out because it was free and it was $120 to get into some of the cheaper clubs. the really cool clubs (i.e. Tao, where paris hilton was hosting a party) were $300 and up. i was cool with that idea because i'm poor and i didn't have any clothes that were cute enough for the cool places. i figured we'd get there around nine or so, maybe earlier to get some dinner, no sweat. no. certain people in our group wanted to get there earlyso we'd get parking, it wouldn't be too crowded, etc, so they wanted to get there at 4. FOUR PM!!! seriously? do they know what time midnight is? and how far away that is from 4?? well, gwen had talked them down to 5:30 or 6:00, which was a little more doable for me. we had decided to meet at sean and gwen's to preparty, so i said i'd try to get there around 4:30. when i got home, i grabbed some food and money from the atm and wanted to relax a little before i had to leave. it was also really windy, so i decided to just leave my hair like it was (straight) for the evening.
i ended up running a little late and got to their apartment around 5:30 but hadn't finished getting dressed or putting my makeup on, so i'm finishing up at the apartment and amanda (the one who wanted to get there at four and was mad because i hadn't gotten there before them) says to me, "are you still getting ready?" which pissed me off so i responded with, "well i just flew in today and we're leaving a lot earlier than i had planned." she didn't really say anything because someone else changed the subject and we left for the strip.
we get there and park at the mgm grand and met the other car inside (they'd parked at new york, new york) and began our night of wandering.
first, we wandered into a bar inside the mgm and got kicked out 20 minutes later because we weren't buying anyting.
next, we wandered across the street to the new york new york and went out to the other car because they had a cooler of beer in it.
then, we wandered back over to mgm and went ouside an up the street. amanda started complaining that we were walking too fast for her in her four-inch heels (don't ask my why she thought those were a good idea considering we'd be walking all night). we ended up at the aladdin and went in because it was windy and we wanted to not be outside anymore.
we wandered back into the mall there and gwen and i decided that we wanted to eat something. so we found a mexican restaurant and told everyone that we were going to eat, but they could go on if they wanted and we'd meet them later, once we were finished. they all decided to go in. so we get a table, sit and look at the menus and amanda, chris, and sean immediately start talking about how expensive it is, and how there was cheap pizza somewhere back in the mall, and so we told them again, they could leave and we'd meet up with them later. so they finally left and we sat and talked to tracy and dave, and had a really nice time.
we left the aladdin and found a spot in the street (it was closed to car traffic) where we would be able to see a lot of the fireworks. it was about 11:00, so we had about an hour to wait. i had been yawning since about 8pm, and had seriously considered leaving (i had driven down there) about 10:30, but i figured i'd wait it out--i could sleep on sunday and monday, so it wasn't a big deal. well, amanda started whining about heading back to the mgm so we could be closer to the cars when the fireworks went off, but most of us were cool in our spot, so we decided not to move. all of a sudden, she freaks out and decides that she's going to walk back by herself. there are a lot of people down there. the street was full from the stratosphere to mandalay bay, and she decides to walk from the bellagio/alladin to the mgm. so tracy takes off after her and brings her back, and she's yelling at her husband, chris, which was a continuation of an earlier fight from inside the aladdin, and we all started walking south just to shut her up. we got half way down and stopped in front of some port-o-potties for a reason which i can't remember right now and she started whining again about walking because someone made a joke about celebrating the new year in front of the port-o-potties. someone commented that they liked our spot before so she explodes again and tells everyone to go back there and she'll meet them at the car afterwards, blah blah blah.
eventually, we watched the fireworks from in front of the monte carlo. just about every casino on the strip sets off fireworks and they're all coordinated, so it was really cool. i'll try to post my pictures sometime.
several of the casino signs had a count down to midnight, and the two we were watching, new york, new york, and mgm grand were both doing it, but their countdowns were three seconds apart, which was funny. tracy was pretty sure the world would implode if the new year happened twice, but luckily, it didn't.
so we watched the fireworks and cheered and blew our little horn thingies and decided to go to the car. it was crowded, because a lot of other people had the same idea, but it was manageable and we weren't concerned about it. we got down to the ny, ny and were had to walk into a pretty big crowd in front of the brooklyn bridge, so we made sure to stick together so we wouldn't lose anyone. what happened next was seriously the scariest 30 minutes of my life. you know how you hear those stories about people being crushed to death at soccer matches? i was caught in something like that. at first it was crowded and kinda fun, but no big deal. then we started making jokes about not falling because you'd get trampled, and then it was seriouly an exercise in not being pushed over. and it stayed like that for 15 minutes. the fact that the drunk morons kept pushing didn't help. we realized that there were two barriers, one separating the street from the sidewalk and one that made a T into the other one, and we were stuck in the corner of them. we had to climb over the barrier to get out of it. amanda and gwen were both crying and scared to death and i was getting really worried. the crowd was helping to get all the women out first and it was sort of a titanic/berlin wall kind of thing. it was really scary.
we all said our goodbyes and went to our cars to go home.
it took us two hours to get out of the parking garage.
we moved about 20 feet in the first hour and a half.
i wanted to die. and sleep. but mostly sleep.
and that was my first new year's eve in las vegas. not a high. earlier i had told gwen that i wanted to stay home and sleep but thought i would regret it if i didn't go out. i ended up regretting going out. here's the moral of this story: staying home and watching movies with your parents on new year's eve is much more fun than going out partying in las vegas. i am such a loser.
here's some sad news: this is the last season of arrested: development, which is the funniest show on tv and will be no more come may. *sigh*
not looking forward to getting up at 5am tomorrow. not really looking forward to going back to school. blah. hooray for updating!!!
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