No....... Stressssss....... Please..........

Ok, quick rundown of what's going on right now...



Jeff, I just got your address! I know you probably sent it months ago, but I must have deleted the email about the guestbook entry thinking it was spam. I'm going to get on those picutres tonight!

Happy birthday to Andy! And Andy, if you're reading this, I need your freakin address too, you bastard. God knows where you are now.

Speaking of addresses, I'm getting a new one as well. On Nov. 1st, I'll be leaving the nest and moving in with my 2 friends, Heather and James! I'm so excited! I figured that I'd better be out and on my own by the time I'm 25. Not that there's anything wrong with living at home when you're 25, but it was a goal that I set up for myself that I'm really trying hard to follow. When I get my new address, I will let all of y'all know so that you can continue to not send me stuff. ;)

I got 92 on my first Chemistry test and 88 on my first Astronomy test. The Astronomy test was all multiple choice, I HATE THAT! I really like partial credit. I've gotten A's on my Psychology papers (3 so far) and on all 3 Psychology tests. But he's let us have the books on those AND work in groups. I have the coolest teachers of all. So if you're planning on going to CCSN (Community College of Southern Nevada) and want some reccomendations, here goes:

• Math: Tina Roldan
  
• Chemistry: Carolyn Collins Lab; Marion Hammond
  
• Political Science: Earnest Bracey
  
• Astronomy: David Batchelor
  
• Anthropology: Kevin Rafferty
  
• Sociology/Psychology: Ray Rich
  

Those are the teachers that have really stuck out amongst the sea of crap that I've waded through in the last 3 years of CCSN. Those teachers should get you through your basic requirements.

Ok, I've got to go work on homework, Jeff's pictures, going to the gym, reserving the U-Haul, programming the VCR (for Enterprise, which is really good this season), and maybe packing a box or two considering I'm moving out in less than 3 weeks! ARGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!

Stress

School is hard. Chemistry is hard. Right now, life is pretty hard. But I guess it ain't worth livin' if you ain't freakin' out every minute of the day. The only real day off that I have all week is Sunday. No school or work on that day. Want to know my Schedule? Here it is:

Monday: Chemistry 12:30pm-1:50pm. Pick Mom up from work 5pm.

Tuesday: Sleep in day. (not this week though, I had to go into my prof's office hours to get some extra tutoring.) Pick mom up at 4pm. Weight watchers at 6pm. (Down 21.6 pounds - YEY) Astronomy 7:30pm-8:50pm.

Wednesday: Chemistry Lab 9am-12pm. Chemistry 12:30pm-1:50pm. Work 2:30pm-10:30pm.

Thursday: Work 9am-5pm (what a way to make a livin') Astronomy 7:30pm-8:50pm.

Friday: Psychology 9:30am-12:20pm. Work 3:30pm-11:30pm.

Saturday: Work 3:30pm-11:30pm.

Sunday: OFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF.....zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.....Brandon........mmmmm.......... Brandon........

So there's my week if anyone cares. I guess it doesn't seem that bad after all. But all four of my classes are homework intensive to the point where I spend all my free time on Monday and Tuesday doing homework.

On a sad note: Heather's dog Edward Wiener had to be taken to the vet today and kept overnight. He seems to have ingested something toxic, and his liver enzymes are at like 500. They're supposed to be at 150. He's only a year old. He's be ok. But if anyone wants to send out extra good thoughts for him, I'd really appreciate it. I'm sure Heather and James would too.

More later when I have some time.... HA [/Alf]

I know...

What is the point of having a weblog, if you don't fucking use it?! It's the first day of school, and finally, I have time to sit down and write something. I really do hate writing, but I like talking. Isn't that vieeeerrrrrd.

As you can probably tell, I don't have the pictures up from Sabrina's wedding yet. I swear, I took like 8 vacations this summer, not to mention random jaunts to Cali and various other close sights. I told Jeff I was going to get the pictures on disk and send them to him, but I don't have his new address. Didn't you and Julie move recently? If you are reading this, send me an email with you new address, and I really will send you those photos. Promise. :D

I am so inspired by school this year. Last year I was way less enthused to be heading back to school, but I feel really good about this semester. I'm taking 3 classes. Astronomy 104: Stars and Galaxies; Psychology 270: Psychology through film; and Chemistry 122: Which doesn't have an interesting title so I won't bother. ;) One of the huge things that I did this summer was go and visit my college of choice that I'm planning on transferring to next fall. Northern Arizona University in Flagstaff, AZ will be my home for 2 years (on and off, of course). It's taken me so long to freakin finish school. I guess I had to find myself along the way. I guess most people save that for their mid-life crisis: NOT ME! I had my mid 20 something crisis, and now, I'm ready to face the world. You wouldn't believe how many people my age put off their emotional well-being by drowning themselves in school, work, bad relationships, and the like, and wonder how they can be so unhappy even though they have their college degree. I'm not saying that my way is better, I'm saying that it was better for me. I don't think I would have been able to handle real college right out of high school or even 3 years out of high school. Or even 5 years out of high school.... YIKES!

Speaking of High School, It's been roughly 6 years since we all graduated! :O That is insane. The time passes so quickly. It's funny, but people still look the same to me. Tara and Bootie came to Vega$ last week, and it was just like old times. We attached crab arms to Jean-Luc Picard and acted like dorks. It feels good to laugh like that. When I was considering Universities, I was considering moving back to Edmonton and going to U of A. I was really contemplating it. But it's too far away, and the opportunities for advancement in my field are much greater here in the USA, so the idea was quashed. Plus, U of A charges a million dollars more than the college I'm currently attending, so why not just stay here.

This totally cheered up my semester! I got a scholarship for $1500! It's called the "John Glenn Scholarship" (for those of you that don't know, he was the first astronaut to orbit around the earth). $1500 doesn't sound like alot, but it will pay my way for the rest of my time here in Vegas. It covers books and tuition, so I can get all the books that are recommended not just required! Yes, I am a geek. I actually felt like a geek when in my Astronomy class today my teacher asked if anyone owned a telescope, and I was the only one who put up my hand. Then he asked a little while later if anyone was an Astronomy major. You guessed it, I was the only one. DIEPPE. Oh well, if you are a geek in the Astronomy/Phyiscs field and you don't know what a dilithium crystal is, you're really screwed. Sometimes, I really do feel like the comic book guy from the Simpsons. Biggest. Geek. Ever.

Speaking of Star Trek, the convention was fun. Our Vircon Vega$ group met up from the Trek BBS and we had wild and zany times. The action figures were a little much at times, but it was all in good fun. Seeing everone again was really cool too. God knows when I'll have the pictures up from that little event.

Brandon and I celebrated our one year aniv. in San Diego. We decided to drive to Victorville Friday night, and then the rest of the way on Saturday morning. If it weren't for the assholes that were partying in the room next to us, we would have been on the road at like 9am. I swear, how lame is it for people in Cali to be partying at a Motel 6 at 4am? LOSERS. The funny part was, that they were the type who would look like they'd get in at the VIP or something at an upscale club. They finally toned it down when for the third time they were asked by me( the first two times, the front desk lady came up to tell them to quiet down) with my crazy morning hair, no bra and racoon mascarra eyes, to please quiet it down because we had to drive in the morning. They really did shut up. I must have looked really bad. Or seemed really pissed off. On Saturday, we went to see his Uncle Steve (not to be confused with my Uncle Steve) and his Aunt Francine. They were really nice, and in the best tradition of family, put us to work in his front yard. :) He was cutting down some trees, and we conveniently arrived at the moment when he started his clean up. It was all good, yo. Then we went to meet his cousin Tim who was working at the local YMCA skate park. I was in "shock and awe" when Brandon was offered a skate board and took off on it wearing shorts, sandals and no helmet. He was all over that place. Considering he hasn't really ever skated in a hard-core skate park before and hasn't even been seriously on a skateboard for about 6 or 7 years, he picked it right up. I was amazed. We then left and went back to talk to Francine for a while, then left to check out the sunset. We went to the Pacific Beach Pier (or the other one, with the Motel rooms on the pier and watched the sun slowly get sucked into the ocean. It was one of the coolest things I have ever seen. I place that with the time that the northern lights exploded in the sky above us one summer day in Edmonton, with purples, yellows, greens, reds. It was as cool as that. We then checked into our hotel. We stayed at the Gaslamp Plaza Suits in Downtown San Diego. It was a nice hotel. It was originally an office building build in 1913, but just recently converted into a hotel. The view from the roof was really cool. We then ventured out to the Hard Rock Cafe for dinner and drinks, and then made our way back to the hotel for some really amazing sex. Didn't think I was going to write that, did you! HA, here in Dee's World expect the unexpected! The next day we tried to get on to one of the aircraft carriers, but there were no tours that day. BOO. So we went and spent the day at the San Diego Zoo. We watched bears pee, giraffes pee in each others mouths and give the metal pole inside the cage head. I was expecting to see some monkey's humping or something, but that didn't happen. The rhino came really close though, and you have to be careful. Rhinos can pee up to 20 feed directly behind them. The elephants were burping for almost a whole minute, and Brandon and I were like two kids, cracking up the whole time. We then left the park and stopped at the Whole Foods to get dinner and drove home. I drove and we made it home in 5 hours. That's pretty good coming from San Diego. Then I slept the whole next day. Mmmmmmmm....sleep. So that was my trip to San Diego.

We've been having alot of thunderstorm here lately. We had a pretty bad flood a couple of weeks ago. My area of town wasn't affected, but the city of Las Vega$ did have to declare a state of emergency to get funds to help clean up the mess from the areas that were affected. The weather here has been really strange. I can't remeber out of the 5 summers that I've been here, of seeing so much rain and storms. Not that I'm complaining, I love the rain, and storms are scary/exciting, so bring it on!

The new season of Enterprise is starting, and I was really excited about this new direction it's taking. Until I saw T'Pol's new catsuit. What was wrong with her old one? Why change a good thing? The new one is red. RED! RED! To make matters worse, it looks velour. Like she went to Gap Body while they were docked at Earth and picked up some new sleep wear. She does not match any of the cast, and she seems totally out of place. I guess I'll watch, try to give this new look a chance. I just hope they have her give some sort of explanation for the obvious change in threads. I'm just wincing thinking about it. :(

Well, I guess I've done enough catching up for one night. I really will try to write more, even if I'm the only one listening. To those of you who actually got through that whole post, I commend you.



Love TOX

Say CHEESE

I am very close to getting some more pictures done for my website. This does include pictures from Sabrina's wedding (a whole stinking year ago) and several other events that you guys might get a kick out of.



I went to the Yanni concert a couple of weeks ago. It was really amazing. I never knew I liked Yanni.


I have an ear infection and came home sick from work today because I figured out that you should never take Excedrin on an empty tummy. BOO, HISS.


Just found out that Dr. Vlarg will no longer be on "The Station" at STTE. That is really surprising. He was always one of my favorite Ferengi, besides Groth. Long live GROTH!!!


I saw The Matrix 2, and the only part I didn't really like was the whole sex thing. Don't get me wrong, I liked seeing Neo's butt and all, but the whole scene was too long, and I felt like I wanted to start giggling like Jeff and I did when we were in the 11th grade CALM class talking about flavored lubrication.

Tara's coming to see me! YEY!


My boyfriend is really cute. HEEE HEEE

Interesting.....But Stupid! Part Deux...

Thanks to PVM for giving me this little tidbit...

The Quote you posted was from Laugh-In.
Arte Johnson used to dress as a German soldier and peek out from behind a potted palm and say 'veeeerrrrry interesting' in a good thick German accent. After that catch phrase he would add some commentary on either the scene that had just preceded his or the world in general. One night he was interrupted by Ruth Buzzi, she interjected the '...but stupid' line. After that Arte Johnson would use the whole line 'Verrrry interesting, but STUPID' regularly.

Speaking of stupid, I have a little story for the two people who read my website. The other day, I was getting out of the shower, and I heard a baby crying outside. I didn't really think anything of it because I know that my neighbor had his window open, and he might have a baby and the baby might be crying. That's what babies do. So about 10 minutes pass and this child is still crying. So I go outside on my patio to dust off my shoes (we had been to Red Rock Canyon the day before) and I see a toddler, maybe 2 years old walking around and crying. I look all around. No parents. An alarm goes off in my head. I put the aforementioned shoes on my feet and run outside. As soon as this little boy sees me, he stops crying. He's just totally stunned. It was really windy that day, and I'm sure he was scared standing there by himself, with no adults around. I look up and this woman is looking out her window down at the two of us. I ask her, "Is this your kid?" She replies, "No. Is it yours?" I shudder... "No way. How long as he been out here?" She says, "About 20 minutes. I though the mother was just sitting in the doorway or something, letting the kid cry." At that point I didn't know what to do. Should I take the kid into my house and call the police? I didn't want them to think that I was kidnapping or anything. I decided to go to the couple of condos around me and see if any doors were open or if anyone would want to claim their child. I figured they would freak out if there was a stranger standing at their door holding their child. If it wasn't theirs, they wouldn't think anything of this strange woman holding a child at their door. I knocked on a couple of doors. They weren't home. They must all be weekend warriors. Finally, I find a door wide open with a baby stroller sitting by the door. Gee, this must be it. So I knock really loud, and all I hear is that disturbing AOL voice say.... "GOODBYE" really loud. This man comes to the door and he looks at me and says, "Yes?" I'M HOLDING YOUR FUCKING CHILD IN MY ARMS, AND YOU DON'T KNOW ME. DON'T YOU THINK THAT IS A LITTLE STRANGE? That was my inner dialogue, my polite voice said, "Is this your child?" He laughs... LAUGHS... and says, "Oh, he must have gotten out again." AGAIN!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ARGHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!! I hand him his child in complete shock and walk away. I'm not able to articulate any sort of speech that should have been made at that point. But then again, me not being a parent, and not having my degree in child rearing, I'm glad that I didn't say anything. What if someone would have just come along and taken him? He didn't seem to have a problem with going places with strangers. I had good intentions, but what if someone came along, like a serial killer, or a child molester? THIS IS WHY SO MANY CHILDREN DISSAPEAR EVERY YEAR. The scary thing is that this is the second time something like this has happend that I know of first hand. My mother had a co-worker that found a child, without his shoes on, 4 blocks away from home. It makes me sick to my stomach. I decided to call the Police, just to have them intimidate this man into putting some new locks on his doors. When I called to check to see if they'd visited, the police made a record of the incident, and wrote that, "the father said that he would put new locks on the door." At least it's documented, and maybe he'll think twice about leaving his child alone for long periods of time.



On the lighter side, Leafman just sent me some pictures of Shawk, Laciel and I at Red Rock. I will get those posted when school ends.

Interesting.....But Stupid!

I'm not quite sure where that quote is from, so if anyone knows, email me at deedee0110@yahoo.com.



Tmarth asked me a question in my guestbook about the Grand Slam 2003 pictures, and to be totally honest with everyone, I only took maybe 3. I just wasn't in the mood for taking pictures I guess. I have Spock's Beards' pictures. But that menas that I have to scan them, then reduce them, then post them. That takes about 3 hours that I just don't have, but once school ends, I promise that that will be one of the first things I do.



School ends on May 15. I have two finals that day. The Saturday before finals, I'm going to Mouse Trek. That's where the people from my Star Trek fan club go to Disneyland wearing identical t-shirts and spend the whole freakin day in Disneyland. Should be interesting.



Oh, and Nick, if you are reading this, are you really coming? Let me know if you are, it would be cool to see you. Oh, that goes for anyone else who wants to come visit me. Go for it, just let me know ahead of time so I can arrange for time off work. It's going to be hard enough to get the time off for the Vega$ convention this year.




PVM! Glad to see you visit the site! That nickname, DEETOX, was given to me in high school by my friends Christa and Tara, if I remember correctly. I'll have that picture that I had taken of us at Grandslam up around May 20 or so.

Rainy Day

It's odd to have a rainy day like today in Las Vegas. It's a slow, steady rain. Not the "rain-so-fucking-hard-that-the-mail-boxes-are-floating-down-the-street" kind of rain that we are used to here in sunny LV. My mother told me that it was snowing in Jerusalem today. Is that like a cold day in hell? Has the cold day in hell finally happened? Do all the people who've said, "It will be a cold day in hell before I do such-and-such" have to pay up to their word? I wonder who keeps track of those. I don't think I've ever said that about anything, so I'm safe.



School is hard this semester. I've never gone to school and had a job where I actually had to work before. I know that sounds strange, but think about it. At Star Trek, I had to work for about 3 hours a day. The other 5 were spent on the internet or doing homework. At The Aladdin Hotel and Casino, you are surrounded by lights, noise, zombie public, and 10 hours of standing on your feet, or running around the casino, showing people how to use a slot machine. I'm totally overwhelmed right now. But I seem to not be stressed out. I'm keeping up with school, my boyfriend, my friends and work, but I'm always on the move. Just when I think I can lay back and rest, I think of all the other things that I could be doing at that moment.



I'm taking a Sociology course right now, and in the current chapter we're studying group dynamics. It's amazing to watch how people really interact. How sub-groups form from primary groups, and how people act when they're working for a bureacracy. How totally predictable we all are, and yet we all think we are the most original human beings on the face of the earth. How people in your "in-group" affect your decision making.



I got an email from Jeff yesterday. I haven't heard from him since I was in Edmonton. I checked my aol email after I wrote him back, because I thought that all he did was write trash in my guest book. So if you're reading this, I'm sorry to hear about your Grandfather. I should have called you and we could have gone ice-skating. (For all those people who think that statement is incredibly insesitive, I don't care, because it's an inside joke. Get over it.) He told me that Andy finally broke up with Stephanie. It's about freakin time. She moved to London, for god's sake. She was such a bitch to him before she left. I think you should start batting for the other team, Andy. You and Jeff would make such a cute couple. Then maybe between the two of you, you could grow the balls to come visit me. We would have good times.



I should mention Tara, since all she did was bitch at me about not being in my blog the last time we spoke on the phone. Tara, Tara, Tara, Tara, Tara. There, I mentioned you 6 times, quit your bitching.



Has this posting turned really hostile? I don't know where that came from. I'm pretty mellow today. I think I'll call Andy, see what that boy is up to.

Happy Fucking New Year

Well, it's the beginning of yet another exciting year. Can you tell I'm excited? I'm kind of bitter and hostile right now. Earlier today I was fantasizing about different situations where I would be telling people off. For example: I went grocery shopping with my mother (which always makes me on edge anyway) and I got really pissed when we were unloading the cart, and the stupid girl bagging up the groceries decided she was going to put 5 huge cans in one plastic bag. I was ready to kill. I was ready to march back in there and make a huge scene. I stopped myself. Then, when I saw my upstairs neighbor (the one who's always playing loud music, or movies or his guitar) I was glaring at him. I don't glare at people. That's so not me. When he saw me glaring at him, I could have sworn he said "Sorry" or something like that. Like for that minute, he could read my mind, and all those terrible things that I wanted to say to him.



I went to the gym with Heather, and burned off some steam.



I've just been feeling really.... well.... blah. Not important. Sorry for myself, and I hate that. I hate when people feel sorry for themselves, because only they can make themselves feel like shit, and I know it's my own damn fault. Or maybe it's just PMS. Or maybe it's my very un-tidy room. Something needs to change. School starts on January 21, so that should give me some sort of routine.



I called the unemployment offices a couple of weeks ago, and wasn't expecting to get a check until my severance ran out. I think they'll be sending me a check next week. What to do, what to do. Deposit the check and hope they don't find their mistake? Or be honest, and call them and let them know that i'm still getting severance? I'll probably do the latter, with Karma and all that.



Yesterday was Brandon's birthday, but he was working so we're going to celebrate it tonight. Late, because he's working again. *sigh* He's got an amazing work ethic, I'm just not used to it. Paul was always so lazy about stuff like that.



Next week is my birthday, and I really don't care. I hope everyone just forgets about it, because I'm feeling like I just want to be left alone. See? There I go again with the "feeling sorry for myself" crap. I'd better get over this soon, or I will explode.