Dreams

Last night I had the strangest dream, I sailed away to China...

Oh, sorry. But really, I had a really strange dream. I just remeber the last part of it. We were flying near the capital and had this bomb that was following us and we were being escorted by F-15's. We were all talking about politics on the plane (it was a plane full of democrats) and then all of a sudden the bomb turns toward the plane. I say, "Well I know where I'm going!" I'm woken up at that moment by the power going off. (Which makes my fan go off and that wakes me up.) It was just off for a few seconds then it came back on, then off again then on. Weird. Livin in the ghetto. Oh hell ya.

Free the West Memphis Three!

Ok, everyone (all three of you) who read this need to go to WM3.org and invest some money at blockbuster and rent the HBO documentary "Paradise Lost."

I was actually pro capital punishment before I had to research this case for an English assignment. I am now totally against it because the legal system cannot be trusted AT ALL!

It's crazy! GO! GO GET IT! AND THEN WHEN YOU'RE DONE WATCHING THAT MOVIE, RENT THE SEQUEL: "Paradise Lost 2: Revelations."

OY.

This weekend

Was insane. I was sick. Today was the first day in the last four that I wasn't running to the bathroom every 15mins. I didn't even go to school today.

Uncle Steve

Then, my mother writes me an email on Friday morning which I don't get until Friday night that my uncle Steve has been in the hospital since Wednesday with a leg infection. My auntie Kathy who has just recently had her galbladder out and eye surgery is on the warpath. She is a nurse and is disgusted with the way they are treating him. see my cousin Danielle's page if you want live updates.

I know he'll get better. He's a strong man, both mentally and physically. I love you Uncle Steve and I am sending good mojo your way.

Weather

It's stormy here in Las Vegas. Temp is 67 degrees. Humidity is 71%. 1-2 inches of rain expected within the next day or so. It's awesome. Nice change from all the freaking sunshine. And the kids are not screaming outside my window right now either.
I should probably get off the computer during a storm, seeing as I did almost get struck by lightening once and I'm in the upstairs part of the house. And the computer might attract an electrical charge.

Alaskan Family/Friends Cruise!

So, I've been talking with Auntie Die Die who happens to work for Expedia cruise lines in their group cruise department and I think we should get anyone who wants to go on a cruise to...well...go on a cruise! TO ALASKA! It's so beautiful! It will change your life, or at least take your breath away. I'm not talking like this summer but maybe summer 2007? Feedback anyone? If anyone reads this? I'll send an email to all peeps involved soon enough. As soon as I get some more tangible info from Auntie. It would be like a family reunion but on a cruise ship, with friends and a casino and alcohol and food and shows and hot tubs and balconies. Mmmmmmm. Ok, everyone go to

www.princess.com

and check out their ships. I was thinking the Diamond Princess but you can look at all of their ships. Tara, I know we talked about a group vacation, so this is the chance! I'm serious ya'll. Not like the last post. But for real. mmmmmmmm....

They also have a cruise to Hawaii that I would LOVE! It's a way to get to Hawaii and back without having to get on a plane! WHEEEEEEE! I'm all for that.

And now for something completely different...

We here in NV are getting refund checks from the DMV if you registered a car here in 2004. The Clark County School District is asking you to donate your refund check so that the kids can have TEXTBOOKS! WHAT KIND OF FUCKING SHIT IS THAT! Hello! We already pay taxes and the school budget is HUGE. They can't buy textbooks? Give me a fucking break. Too many chiefs, not enough indians? That was one of my centers of rage today.

Another was the story of that woman in Oregon that was kicked off the plane for wearing a shirt that said, "Meet the Fuckers" and it had pictures of Bush and Rice and some other ass-hats on it. I'm not sure if they kicked her off because she was anti-bush, or because it said "FUCK." Either way, that is retarded. Free speech. Freedom. As much as I would hate to see someone wear a t-shirt that said "All democrats are whiny ass little bitches who like to fuck homosexuals" it is their right as an American to think that and to proudly proclaim it on a t-shirt if they feel the need. And don't tell me kids these days don't know the word FUCK by the time they are 4. Yes, they do. I knew that word when I was 5. Not that I would say it in front of my family or even friends but I knew what it was.

Ok, rant done.

Good night. I'm going to be going out tomorrow to try to look for new jeans. Wish me luck, i'm going to need it. I hate looking for jeans. But I'll get the chance to spend some quality time with Shahnon so it's all good.

The story of how I was forced to eat Spicier Nacho Doritos

I had spent all morning at UNLV going to classes and getting some administrative things taken care of. I passes at B of A ATM and thought about taking some money out. "Nah," I thought, "I brought lunch today and besides, there are ATM's everywhere if I really get desperate." Oy, I should really learn to listen to my gut, besides when it's grumbling. So, I decide to go to CCSN Cheyenne campus (up WAYYYYYY north from where I live) so that I can get some productive studying done before my 6pm exam. I get there around 1pm. I had eaten a banana and an orange while walking all over UNLV (and don't even get me started on how hard it is to walk and eat an orange) and I was hungry for the main event. I had brought a can of dolmas with me, with a cute little plastic fork and a napkin all sealed in a zip-lock baggie. I sat down with all my books out and decided to break out this bad-ass can of yummy mediteranian goodness. I go to pull the "handy tab" off the top of this delectible thing and it breaks off....

Pulling off the top of the lid was THE ONLY way to get to the tasty food inside. Unless you're at home and you have a can opener. I bring a lot of things with me, but a can opener isn't one of them. I was so sad. So I just looked at it, and slowly put it back in my bag so I could weigh my options (literally). I knew that a can of dolmas was about 10 points on the Weight Watchers meal plan. Ok, so what else is 10 points that I can find. 10 points is about (and I'm just guessing here) 500 calories, 4 or more grams of fiber and about 10 grams of fat.

Add to this that I'm at the Cheyenne campus and don't really know where anything is seeing as this is the first time I've ever had a class here.

So, where to eat? I look at the clock. It's now 1:30pm. I decide that I'll do all of the problems from Chapter 16 and then I'll go looking for something to replace my unreachable "handy" meal.

I leave at around 2:30pm on my search for some food. I'm starting to get shakey from all of that coffee that I had this morning. Organic French Roast from Trader Joes. I wander downstairs and I'm right in front of the cafeteria. Well, that wasn't so bad! It's a hogi-yogi with a hamburger stand and a teriyaki place. Ok, 3 options. I look to see if they take debit cards. YES! The VISA and MC signs are beaming at me from the cash register. My tummy is now in a state of euphoria! Yes! I can smell the next meal! Like I've EVER let my tummy down in that regard. Anyhoo, the woman in front of me seems to be taking a little longer than I expected. I figure I'm probably just being impatient, my tummy is subjectivly speeding up the clock. Then, much to my shock and horror, I hear the woman behind the counter say, "Our debit machine isn't working, our phone lines are down."

AGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!

I scream in my head. Of course, there is no B of A ATM here. Just at UNLV. So I saunter away, with my head down, wondering if I really want to pay $5 to get $20 out. Then, I make a compromise. I'll get $40 and make it worth it. Yes! I will have cash and I can get that Tasty Turkey Sandwich that I've had my eye on for the last 10 minutes.

I walk with purpose to the bookstore, yes, THEY will be able to tell me where an ATM is. I ask the woman in the store, "Do you know where the closest ATM is?" She says, "No, not really. But you can try down the hall by the admissions office." Alright, so that's what I'll do. I walk no more than 50 feet and there it is. It's a Silver State Schools ATM. It's a beautiful silver-ish color. I approach this life-saving machine only to find that it's out of service. ARE YOU KIDDING ME! I ask someone else is there is another ATM on the campus. "No" she says, "that's the only one."

I couldn't believe it. Now, I am forced to buy lunch in the bookstore, where they don't have any REAL food, just snacks and shit. So I examine the backs of all of the crap that they sell for the calories, fiber and grams of fat. With a small tinge of guilt, I choose the spicer Nacho Doritos and an unsweetened Lipton Iced tea.

I'm spent! And I have to take my physics exam in an hour!