i really need to get more sleep...

i have never been a sleepwalker. i rarely move/talk/anything while i sleep.

but i have no memory of the following events:

apparently yesterday morning when my alarm went off at 6:30am, i turned it off, then leaned over the edge of the bed and thru it at my half-asleep roomate. i woke up 3 hours later, much too late for photo class.

this morning when my roomate's alarm went off at 6:30 i supposedly sat up in bed, eyes still closed and stated, "But I can't see!"

10 min later the snooze "woke me up". i dejectedly asked if we had to get up, V said, "well i do..." somehow she got it across that I could still sleep.

8 o'clock. i finally got up, walked across the room and curled up in my closet.

i only stayed up til midnite last nite!! what's wrong with me?!

after class i told tom short that i loved him. i was so tired, i was just thinking that everyone is so nice and i love them all. then just blurted that right out...to the first unsuspecting passerby.

so i took a nap. i woke up several hours later and looked at the clock. one twenty-something. one twenty-five. crap. missed class...right? yup, one twenty-five five. one twenty-five five?! oh, right. 12:55.

i worry myself.

OT and i enjoy visiting the apartment of no return.

the actual inhabitants, Fat Filbert and Space Cadet, are our good friends but DAMN. the dudes have NO housekeeping skills whatsoever. think crusty...now double it...ok triple that, and you've got the apartment-of-no-return. their living room looks like the side of the road in santa paula at that one time of year when everyone puts all their old shitty sofas out on the curb. i don't even know how to describe the formerly-white carpet. they have a litter box in the closet and a food dish (complete with food) for the cat. they have not had a cat for over 6 months. the same container of Pitted Dates has been on their counter since december. but. BUT...their shower is completely stocked with a selection Panteve Pro V shampoos and conditioners. yup.

the other oddity of the-apartment-of-no-return is the Weather Channel Wake-up. yes, every single morning. i personally have never watched the weather channel. it is not hard to predict the weather, especially in SoCal. you stick your head out the door, and WAH-LA, you immediately know what the weather will be like all day and probably all week. end of story. not so, according to Filbert and Spacey. apparently it is necessary for the them to watch it both before bed and at 7 am at full volume EVERY BLEEPING MORNING!!!!

casualties of the tac -> san francisco trip:

2 12-packs.

1 cell phone.

1 truck window.

things the bowling alley worker people don't really like

1) lots of people with big feet
2) typing fake names, such as Fat Fuk, on the screen thingy
3) big kids bowling during family time
4) big kids laughing at little kids because... i'm sorry but they suck!
5) accidentally holding onto the ball too long so that it bounces down the lane
6) stand-bys throwing shoes at current bowler
7) stand-bys shoving current bowler
8) bowling with two balls at once
9) bowling with two people at once
10) using two lanes at once (we paid for one)
11) using two lanes at once with two people on each
12) hitting the arm thingy with the ball
13) hitting the arm thingy with the ball on a lane that we didn't pay for, while two people were bowling at once
14) profanity
15) bowling like you're old when you're not
16) bowling like you're mentally handicapped when you're not
17) did i mention laughing at other bowlers?

uh, question: is it bad when you post a blog and all it says is, "THERE WERE ERRORS"?

update

most pressing news tidbit: i got my own irish boy for st patricks day!!! OT came out west as a surprise, and we partied hardy. note to self: somehow that little phrase isn't as catchy in the past tense. huh. anyways. tay-tay was here also...the first of my northwest friends to brave the 14 hour drive. we went to irish bar #1 and didn't have the attention span for the line. we overheard a lady say, "oh my gawd, DO NOT go downtown! it's CRAZY! they had to bring in out-of-town police as a backup!" needless to say, we hopped in the car and headed downtown. we headed for the 1st irish bar we saw. as we waited to be IDed we could hear LIVE irish music pumping out the door. the girls behind us immediately said, "oh my gawd, irish music?! let's go somewhere else!!", and left. irish holiday, irish bar, WTF were they expecting?

we went bowling one night. we cleaned the place out of their big-people shoes. we, as in not me, but the 4 guys over 6 ft with whom i bowled. somehow we ended up there during family hour, and let me tell you: this crowd was NOT family approved. more later.

so i avoided The Talk all week. i've been trying not to like him, and get him to not like me for three months now. no reason in particular, just trying avoid that messy thing they call love. we finally chatted on the last night, and it was MUCH better than i expected. ok, i don't know what i did expect. but he is serious! boys are rarely serious. i'm kinda excited! just a lil...

i wanna hear what jedno and ridley have to say about THIS!

i have crushes on 5 boys

one works at the gas station so the whole brain cancer thing doesnt really do it for me.

another is constantly followed by another girl.

#3 is a lil young and is geographically undesirable.

another hasn't yet noticed that girls exist,

and then we have the monk.

not looking good.

i kant read anymore...har-de-har-har!

vocab word of the day:

deskankify

i'm going to sell all my clothes and use the money to buy a banjo.

no, i don't want to hear any negativity from y'all.

so i played chess today...

it's the new thing around here. like, everyone's doing it.

my roomate was my opponent. now those of you who know us know what a bad idea this is. we renamed it "A.D.D. Chess". the game went as follows:

we began to set up the board, with much discussion and disagreement about the details, resolved only by consulting bystanders.

i asked which piece was the queen.

veronica moved a pawn. i moved a pawn.

(discussion regarding whose turn it was)

we took a break to get drinks.

(whose turn is it?)

veronica moved a piece, followed by my move.

(is it my turn?)

we decided to move outside.

i asked for the 3rd time which piece was my queen.

we decided to move our table into the sun. while moving the table, and holding the board with the other i tipped the board a bit, dumping half the pieces into the shrubbery.

we retrieved all the pieces from aforesaid shrubbery, re-set-up the board.

i asked for the 5th time which piece was my queen, dammit.

the game proceeded thus, interrupted frequently by conversations with passersby. eventually the older halpin, the younger drunkel, and donzilla stuck around to keep us on track, give technical support, and keep tabs on whose turn it was.

veronica won.

wednesday night.

nearby witch-town.
the brew pub.

M: Do you have any board games?
Waitress: Oh, yes! we have a ouijai board. hold on, i'll go get it.
M: Um, never mind.

friday night

my work ethic has hit a new low.

like, really low.

not my school-work-ethic, but let me tell you: it's not looking good for my work-study-ethic.

when it's not raining, life is good. but when it is...who really wants to clean classrooms? well, not the official classroom cleaner, that's for damn sure.

well, i'm going to actually work, instead of just grumping about it.

don rags

apparently i am miss z's star student. who knew?

i've really got to do a newton prop, ugh. today's is prop 11. i shake in my shoes!

reading seminar is a recommended activity.

ditto, but substitute the word "theology" for "seminar".

again, but this time use "music".

i talked today in math. a lot. i think i deliriously overused my megaphone analogy while repeatedly trying to clear up pascal's conic theory. oh well.