Tuesday, January 28, 2003
Monday, January 27, 2003
Thursday, January 23, 2003
Monday, January 20, 2003
Score two! My house has stayed clean since wednesday night. What is that -- 5 days! New record for me! Of course, it helps that I've been sick and had nothing better to do than sit around my house. anyway! We'll see how long that lasts. I'm trying to become a model housekeeper this semester (stop snickering Jeff!).
Saturday, January 18, 2003
Friday, January 17, 2003
Wednesday, January 15, 2003
To the tune of: There's a hole in the bucket.
I have no money, dear daddy, dear daddy/I have no money, dear daddy, no money!
Get a job, get a job, dear Rachel, dear Rachel/get a job, get a job, dear Rachel, a job!
But where shall I work, dear daddy, dear daddy/But where shall I work, dear daddy but where?
At an office, an office, dear Rachel dear Rachel/at an office, at an office, dear Rachel, and office.
I have class, have class, dear daddy, dear daddy/I've class, I've class, dear daddy, have class
Work after, work after, dear Rachel, dear Rachel/work after, work after dear Rachel, work after.
But I practice, I practice, dear Daddy, dear Daddy/ I practice I practice, dear Daddy, I practice!
Work evenings, work evenings dear Rachel dear Rachel/Work evenings, work evenings, dear Rachel, work then!
Rehearsals, rehearsals, dear daddy, dear daddy/ Rehearsals, rehearsals, dear daddy, rehearsals!
Then NIGHTS, then nights, dear Rachel, dear Rachel/then Nights then nights, dear Rachel, then nights!
Homework, homework, dear daddy dear daddy/Homework, homework, dear daddy, homework!
Then Weekends, then Weekends, dear Rachel dear Rachel/ then weekends, then weekends, dear Rachel weekends!
Tours! and concerts! and operas dear daddy/ Tours and concerts and operas -- now what?
Walk first street, walk first street, dear Rachel, dear Rachel/ Walk first street, walk first street, dear Rachel, try there!
But how shall I get there, dear daddy, dear daddy/but how shall I get there, dear daddy, but how?
In the car, the car, dear Rachel, dear Rachel/ In the car, the car, dear Rachel, the car
But my car has no gas, dear daddy, dear daddy/ but my car has no gas, dear daddy, no gas!
Then buy some, then buy some, dear Rachel, dear Rachel/ then buy some, then buy some, dear Rachel, buy some!
But I HAVE NO MONEY! dear daddy, dear daddy/ but I have no money,dear daddy no money!
So I threw my food in the microwave (nothing worse than rubbery eggs -- McDonalds would do well to learn this) and ran to the bathroom realizing that without water, not only couldn't I shower -- but I coudln't wash my face or brush my teeth either....unless by some miracle I had some water left in my teapot.
There was enough time for a shower, it turned out...but I had visions of getting halfway through and then.....a splutter and that's it. And I would be forced to go to my first class with hair saturated in dandruff shampoo...or worse, with one leg shaved, and the other resembling a wildabeast. Alls well that ends well. I did get my shower in. But I put the stopped in the tub to conserve as much water as I could just-in-case. And I can report that my hair decided to humor me today! Yay! For once! Anyway....I'm off to clean one more room of my apartment and do the rest of my homework.
By the way -- bravi to all who commented on the last blog! That's what comments are supposed to look like! Thanks all for making my day, or the first part of the week rather!
Sunday, January 12, 2003
While I'm running errands everyone go buy the book "Catch me if you Can" (currenly it has a movie based on it starring Leonardo Dicaprio and Tom Hanks). It's very good! Read it!
Wednesday, January 08, 2003
Tuesday, January 07, 2003
On a less pleasant note, it turns out that the guy I hit this summer is probably going to sue me. Let me remind anyone who's listening that my car was totalled in the wreck, and I ended up with a lovely case of whiplash...he ended up with........a bent tailpipe. That's what happens when a mitsubishi takes on a minivan. It loses. But this being in California, Mr. Mohammed is now going to take advantage of our wonderful legal system, and soak me for all he's worth. I shouldn't be suprised. The man was a (insert bad word here) when I hit him. I had a car that would barely run, and he went off on me for half an hour in front of the policeman as I sobbed in the front seat. The cop felt so bad he didn't even give me a ticket. Anyway...I'll keep you posted. Right now I could use a good book and a hot bath.
Monday, January 06, 2003
Thursday, January 02, 2003
1. You measure progress by the stack of empty pepsi cans
2. You begin looking for excuses to cut something out so you don't have to sew any longer, but are still technically "making progress"
3. You amuse yourself by betting what will run out first, the top thread or the bobbin.
4. Re-threading the machine is "fun"
5. You kidnap your sister, and throw on a movie to bribe her into cutting out hexagons for you for you....claiming it as a "sisterly bonding experience."