It's Charizard, bitch!

Good morning, Saturday!
I'm lying here in bed, roaming about Facebook and whatnot, and I found this on Jack's Facebook page from last night and I think it deserves a place on my blog of ultimate randomness.
Enjoy!

Boredom

I'm kinda bored and I'm looking around on Facebook, and for the second time this week, I find a condom commercial posted onto someone's wall. It gave me the brilliant idea to look up some more and post them here. They're all pretty awful, so I won't rate them, but I dunno, for laughs.

There is something so wrong with this commercial, but I can't help finding the little condom animals super cute!

The real consequences of unprotected sex.

I'd love to see a guy do this. Ick.

Saved by the condom. Remember, safety first!

Oh God...no comment.

I'll post other random stuff later. Right now, GOOD NIGHT PEEPS!

Winding down

Dear blog,

PHEWWW! What a busy busy week! I'm amazed I got through it without any severe panic attacks. I suppose I owe a lot of that to Jack who kept me mentally sane when I thought I couldn't do it anymore.

I never got a chance to finish the post about the burlesque...I might do that next. Now, I shall jot down a summary of my hectic week.

Monday - A normal day, with normal classes. I actually contributed in Crockett's class, for once. At the dress rehearsal for the Honors Play, my group totally screwed up. One person missed a line and everyone forgot everything. We were in costume, on stage, with lights and everything and we couldn't even get through to the end. We had to go run the lines again and fix all the mistakes. The second run through went well, with only minimal damage. My costume is pretty cute. I'm the mad hatter. I think I'll post pics once I take them tomorrow night.

After the dress rehearsal, I started to panic because I had a paper due for Quanbeck's religion class on a book I never even read. I looked up summaries and quotes, and ended up writing a pretty decent paper, I think. Unfortunately, I did not have time to write a review for The Learned Ladies, and had to postpone that to next week.

Tuesday - I was so tired from sleeping late to finish the paper. In acting, we had to do yoga and I was wearing a tight mini skirt. That did not work out well, at all! Then we mostly worked on monologues throughout the period. In English, Swanson couldn't make it to class (she was in Kansas or something) so we all met in the library to do research. I mostly talked about tossing pie in Jack's face on a FB group chat, but I did find good resources for my paper...well, one or two anyway. Then I went to my beloved job where I got to open the mail (my favorite job) and it was this dude's birthday so we had a very yummy carrot cake with lots of frosting and cream. I like Tuesdays because that's when everyone works. Jamyang, Lauren, Gary, Annette, Mary, and me! Only Katie doesn't work with us on Tuesdays. After work, I cannot remember what happened. I probably had something due Wednesday that I stressed out about or something. I dunno.

...You know what? Let's skip to Friday. I didn't like this week. It was stressful, let's leave it at that.

So today, I woke up to not one, not two, but three alarms. I had left my phone set to 7:00 am, because that's when I wake up when I want to get up on time. About a minute after I hit my snooze, Bethany's alarm went off. Two minutes after that, our iHome goes off (it's usually the most annoying little beepy thing but if I'm not mistaking it actually played a loud rock song today...) and at that point, I didn't even realize it was beeping until Bethany turned it off. I tucked my head under the blanket and slept through another hour. At 8:30, I woke up and did something...who knows what? I got dressed all pretty in my new, teal (yes, Mr. Jack who will be reading this, TEAL) shirt and a skirt and tights and my cutesy flats, and I went to chapel to watch the Cedar Singers (also known as the manliest man choir full of manliness) perform. Then I chilled and had lunch with Michael until work at 12:10. Mary (my awesome boss) was out for the day, so I picked up the mail, opened, stamped, and sorted it, and then entered all the data in the system. Yellow file empty once again. Yay! (I will explain the filing system in another post, so bear with me.) Then I was left with 20 minutes and nothing to do, so I filed away some folders. And yup, I get paid to do stuff like that. It's fun. Then, I went to choir where we sang with the previously mentioned manly man choir and we sounded like little angels of heaven, though we all had atrociously fake British accents in order to keep our vowels LONG and ELEGANT (I wish I could add audio to emphasize the concept of 'long' and 'elegant' vowels.) After choir, I went back to my room, did nothing, then went to dinner with Jack (and Isaac and Alex and a bunch of peeps), then did nothing, then did nothing with Jack, then at 6:50 we both went to watch Isaac and Alex perform in a short play directed by Eric Dobratz.

The play was great. Funny. The actors were very good. Isaac played the part better than I thought he would have, not that I mean to say he's not a talented actor, but that he was totally not himself in the role and that is what makes an actor really good. And the swearing...wow! I was super impressed. Alex is just great. I'm still going to have nightmares from Isaac's shiny, gay shirt and the intense, gay make out session. After the show, Michael and his very funny roommate Brian came to visit my room, for some weird reason, and then Jack came too (it was way to cold to walk out for pizza, regardless of the social pleasures it would have entailed). Brian's funny.

Now, I am enjoying the presence of awesomeness in my room, in peace and quiet, with a lamp for atmosphere, my aesthetically appealing laptop, my delightful blog, and music. Food is available, too.

New post, unrelated to my week, shall be up later. For now, enjoy my new catchy song.

FORGET YOU - Gwyneth Paltrow and Glee Cast

The most fun I've had in a while...

Last night (November 12, 2010) was one of the most fun nights I've had since I've been here.
A week ago, my delightful friend Jack Hendricks mentioned that his dad and he were planning on going to a burlesque show. I, the kinky little thing, totally auto-invited myself to tag along. How could I pass up such an opportunity to cause scandal within my family and circle of friends? Jack, of course, was perfectly willing to let me go - in fact, I daresay my enthusiasm amused him.
I anticipated the show for the entire week. Needless to say, I was super excited when the actual day of the show arrived. I had no idea what to wear to a burlesque show. It was being held at a goth-themed club, so I thought something black would be appropriate. Unfortunately, I'm not a big clubber and I didn't bring any of my more clubby clothes with me when I came here, so I didn't have much to choose from. I ended up raiding my wonderful roommate's closet and stealing a cute little black t-shirt that had just the right amount of simple sexiness that I wanted to portray last night. I opted to keep my comfy skinny jeans and black flats rather than change into something less warm: jeans and flats go with everything anyway. I also dug out a silver and mother-of-pearl choker necklace that my grandma had given me on my sixteenth birthday. It complemented the outfit nicely, and gave it that subtle gothic touch that it was lacking.
By 5:00 pm, Jack and I were ready to leave. When his dad arrived at Augsburg, we hopped into the Jeep (I miss my Jeep) and rode off, no awkward introductions or anything. We were halfway to Jack's dad's place when I realized I hadn't brought any form of ID with me, and I was going to need one to get into the club. For a moment, I felt like a total idiot. I must have blushed 5 shades of pink, until Jack assured me it was okay and we'd deal with it later.
Once we arrived at the house, I was overwhelmed by the whole environment. It vaguely reminded me of my house in New York. Jack had mentioned he had pets, but I was completely overjoyed to meet his gorgeous cats, Jack (namesake!), Sweetheart, and Precious, and the two adorable dogs, Sasha, and Waif. I could not get over how beautiful a cat Jack is. The other two are equally charming, but Jack is something else. He did not take much from his namesake but the name, that's all I can say! (Note to Jack - I joke, sir.) I probably would take him in, if I could and if I weren't very allergic to cats - especially cats with fur like Jack's! You'd wonder how I lasted five hours in a kitty household, considering my allergies and such. I was fine, for the most part. A little bit of an itch on my hand, where apparently there was an open wound that I knew nothing about, occasional sneezing, my throat got a little scratchy, but nothing painful. I know how to handle my own kitty allergies. It's fine as long as I don't touch my face.
Jack's dad led us to the basement where he has a very large assortment of costumes. I could feel my eyes sparkle as I took in all the different dresses and accessories, and my mind focused on a single thought: dress up! Jack and his dad talked about all the new additions to the collection and Jack's dad told me a couple of embarrassing Jack stories (speaking of, I should make a new post entitled Jack's Embarrassing Tales) but all the while I was itching to play with those costumes. Though I tried on a pair of cute bunny ears, I didn't really get a chance to play with anything properly. I thought I should at least pretend to be mature upon meeting parents for the first time...but next time...hehe!
As we sat around waiting for the pizzas to cook, I befriended Sasha. We played with her plushy bone toy. Jack and I also had a bit of "sibling time", where we made it our goal to annoy the heck out of each other for fun. At one point, Jack's dad addressed as with "you two". It felt...interesting.
Our pizza and chips & dip (my new addiction) dinner was followed by a very interesting, Tony-like series of short films, Facebook, and Scrabble. I learned the REDUCT actually IS a work, and that had I not listened to Jack Hendrick, I might have gotten ahead in that game. Martha, Jack's dad's girlfriend, and I miraculously put up with the two men. We made Jack laugh when we both shook our heads at one of those ridiculous male comments. I don't remember why, but at one point Jack said something that must have been dumb because I rolled my eyes and Martha actually called me out on it! She laughed though, which was nice.
Shortly before 10, we left the house to go to the show. The show was at a club called Ground Zero. I should remember this as the first club in Minnesota I stepped into! Yay!
Recall that I had forgotten my ID, and to get into clubs in normal, civilized countries where laws actually apply, you need to show ID to prove that you are old enough (18+) to go clubbing. So, I'm freaking out, worried that they won't let me into the club. Jack assures me all will be fine, and he is God after all, so if he says so...We walk in and I decide to just try my luck using a school ID. I look up at the dude (a cute guy too), make my pretty brown eyes big and sweet, and tell him I only have my school ID with me.
Here's the dialogue that followed:

Me - Is this ID okay?
Guy - [examining the card, then examining me] Is your birth date on it?
Me - No... (thinking: aww crap!)
Guy - Well, you need an ID with your birthday on it.
Me - Oh...
Guy - How old are you?
Me - I'm eighteen (I look 15)
Guy - Really? When's your birthday?
Me - February 12, 1992
Guy - Why don't you have an ID?
Me - I never had one. I'm not American.
Guy - What about your passport?
Me - I left it at home...
Guy - You sound American...
Me - Yeah, I grew up here.
Guy - Well, okay, I'll let you go but next time bring your ID.
Me - Thank you!


Moral of the story - it pays to be a super cutie!

...It's 2 am. To be Continued!

Snow Day!

Today, I was happy and giddy. I felt like I was 7 years old on that first snow day of the year.
It was a beautiful, snowy day.

For some crazy reason, Isaac and I decided to "brave the weather" and make a Target run. Neither of us had proper snow shoes, so we figured, normal shoes with two pairs of socks would work out just fine.

Fact - wearing two pairs of socks DOES keep your feet warmer.
Fact - normal shoes are NOT waterproof, thus the slush will still seep through and soak your two pairs of socks.
Fact - having cold, wet feet for a couple of hours results in a semi-serious frost bite. Not pleasant. Apparently though, massaging your feet for a while helps with the frost bite. I'm definitely buying snow boots before I head out to Target in 4 inches of snow.

We actually brought a camera with us to the Target, to take pictures of my first snow (in a while, anyway) and as we decided to take a picture at the light rail station, we realized there was no memory card in the camera. FAIL! So sadly enough, I have zero pictures of myself in the snow today. Luckily, other people who own cameras (and keep the memory cards inside, thank you very much!) actually took some pictures, so I'll just "borrow" theirs and post them here! Yay for Facebook.

So yeah, this was campus today. It's a little gloomy, but it really was not that bad. It's not even as cold as it seems. We weren't below freezing, so if it hadn't been for the wind, a normal sweater would have been alright to go out in. And snow boots.

Note to self - buy snow boots.

Catchy As Hell

So here's a new one that will stick in everyone's heads for weeks and weeks, at least until we start getting bombarded by Christmas songs. I first heard this song sung by an all-male acapella group on Glee and LOVED IT, thus I shall share it!

TEENAGE DREAM - Glee Cast

The original by Katy Perry is equally good, and I will be listening to this on a loop all day. Also, the video actually does the song justice for once. Katy Perry is exceptionally pretty.

TEENAGE DREAM - Katy Perry

Follow Up on Sparknotes

So if you look back at my post from yesterday, I said I would Sparknote Walden rather than actually reading it. Today, as usual, the professor gave us a quiz on the reading.
Surprisingly, I did better than pretty much everyone who had actually read the book.
In conclusion, Sparknotes FTW!!!

Sparknotes

Funny story-

I was in a crowded elevator when a girl from my English class steps in. She asks me if I read Walden, which we are supposed to have completed by tomorrow. I shake my head, and reply that I've been stuck on page EIGHT ever since I started. She gives me this "oh my god" look. "It was too boring," I say. "I'm going to Sparknote it tonight." To my surprise, I hear a general murmur of agreement, look around, and everyone in that elevator was nodding his or her head going "yeahhh".

Sparknotes.

I felt so esteemed after receiving that collective nod.
Now, back to Sparknotes.

Coats & Jackets

There are a number of reasons why one does not want to take men shopping, especially in clothing stores. 

One day, I had the brilliant idea of taking these two "men" with me to the Mall of America. Isaac wanted to purchase a jacket, so he dragged Jack and me over to Marshalls. Needless to say, our shopping ADHD took over and we (they) could not resist committing their usual shenanigans.

Let's just say that next time, I'm literally keeping them on a short leash.

 I'm about 90% sure that jacket came from the women's section!

Bright. Orange. Puffy. 

Fail!

 But, at the end of the day, I still love the heck out of 'em!