i went to the red sox game in baltimore last night. i don't think the orioles fans appreciated my enthusiasm for the red sox, and there were a lot of them. the drunk guys to our right were chanting red sox suck at the top of the 9th, and i was like, clearly not because we're beating you 6-2.

i've been living in fear of the government watching me ever since i tried to GPS fbi headquarters to go there for fun. they're probably reading this. hey, government. hope you like my blog.

i also feel like i should note that i signed my name change papers on march 9th, almost two months ago, and dumbo jones hasn't done anything except send us a bill for 60 cents worth of photo copies and 100 dollars for "redrafting the papers" which probably means that he messed them up in the first place. worst lawyer ever.

last night we had matza pizza for dinner, so i think this jewish thing is going to work out. it was delicious.

this morning i woke up to find an easter basket with resees easter eggs and a wooden egg. this is the first time in years, since i was pretty sure the easter bunny died after my aunt moved and my grandfather didn't take over the easter bunny's civic duties.

my class is over pretty soon and i don't know what i want to do after. i'd prefer to quit everything and move to WV and chain myself to MTR sites everyday, but that's not very realistic. (or is it?)

have you ever had one of those nights where you were really thirsty so you drank 7 or 8 sigg bottles full of water and then proceeded to throw up for three hours straight? that's exactly the kind of night i'm having right now. 


a few things i'm upset about right now:
- mike never arranged a time to pick up gabbie and take her home with him. uncle larry and i decided while pmcg was gone to give her up from adoption, because she's been peeing on everything out of spite. i'm not okay with this. and also i want another dog and she's really holding me back. so i took a few minutes to make up an adoption sign for her. i think it's going to work out. 


-i posted a video of mike as justin beiber on greg's wall two days ago and haven't gotten a response from it.


-arthur didn't get to pie sarah palin in the face. 


other things in my life:
-my mom snuck me into a bar on saturday.
-my mom stalked this baby at the bridal shower on saturday and kept saying "i need to get my hands on that baby"...then stole her from my aunt once she spit up on her and wouldn't let her go the rest of the day.
powershift was wonderful and i'm happy to be part of such a beautiful movement. 

universe: 1

bad things about today:
- i stabbed myself in the hand with a needle while attempting to give myself insulin while i was still mostly asleep at 6:45am
-i spent most of my kennel shift suffering from the symptoms of a concussion, without the actual concussion
-got a blood nose on the drive home. my car is mostly covered in blood now. it looks like a murder scene.
-dropped my iphone and the entire screen looks like my windshield did that time in highschool that somebody cracked it. and no, of course i don't have insurance.
-we're out of ice cream.

good things about today:
-a coworker bought me resee's easter bunnies.
-kathleen has a job interview on monday.
-my computer isn't broken yet.
-my life still isn't as bad as the movie 'the happening'


universe: 1  rosie: 0

handicapped bathrooms and abc news

i didn't have to work kennel tonight because there's only two dogs, so i went over to kaiser in falls church to check in with beth, the endocrine nurse. i left, and i had to pee really bad, but i decided to just wait until i got home so i hopped on 66. i immediately hit traffic and my GPS said outloud "severe traffic ahead" and then had a recalculating fit. so i got off at the next exit, and spotted a mcdonalds, so i pulled into the parking lot. ABC news happened to be in the parking lot, filming tonight's news, and my family is now planning to watch tonight at ten in hopes to catch a shot of me sprinting into mcdonalds.

ran into mcdonalds, and there were signs everywhere that said only paying customers could use the bathroom, so i had to be real sneaky. i then ran into the handicapped stall, and when i came out, there was a lady in a wheelchair staring me down. i wanted to tell her i'm diabetic so i qualify for that stall, but i felt like it wasn't appropriate at the moment.

got stuck in traffic for an hour in a half on the way home. called popop to tell him the situation, and he was not even a little bit surprised. 

the cat has essentially began to stalk me, which has been really good. and by good i don't mean free cookies good. i mean having weasles instead of feet by which i mean not very good at all. (citation needed: michael herring, circa 2004). i keep my door closed while i'm not home so that tucker can't get in there and tear apart everything, but lately everytime i open my door, gabbie's climbs out of my closet, or is sitting in one of my dresser drawers, or is taking a bath in my bed.

today as i was walking across campus from class to the parking lot, i witnessed a straight up barbecue happening. complete with grills and hot dogs. i went over to ask what it was for, because i thought it was maybe a fundraiser, but they said it was "just for fun". then they began to throw hamburgers at a nearby tree. when mike got out of class an hour later he informed me that they had begun a hot dog eating contest. i'm heartbroken that i missed out on that gem.

then i came home to find a crab leg in my driveway. i went inside and found tucker looking awfully embarassed so i'm 99.9% positive he had something to do with it.

gabbie and i are no longer friends. last night she peed in the laundry room out of spite, and then earlier while i was petting her, she got up and bit me, and then continued to roll around in my bed and nuzzling all over me. bad move. one of my qualifications for friendship is not biting me. or peeing in the laundry room. whoever wants to claim her, send me your address. until then, there's a kitty condo with her name on it in the cat room at work.


i have jew class #2 tomorrow. i think at the end i'll ask how to convert, because 2 120 minute classes seems like an appropriate amount of time to wait. uncle larry will be thrilled.


also, tucker's got that musk that a dog can only have after playing in the yard in 90 degree weather. summer's definitely peeking it's head out..

today it was 80 degrees and i was stuck working all day, and now i have a research paper draft to write. i think this is god's way of saying "fuck you" for trying to become a jew. low blow, god.


tucker and uncle larry went to an adoption event on saturday for GRREAT. i was hoping uncle larry would either come home without tucker, or with another puppy, but i wasn't so lucky.


when i got home from work today, tucker started panting and biting my sleeves. i swear this is not a normal dog.


also, i feel like it's a little unfair that once it starts to get warm enough for me to sit on the porch and smoke hookah without wearing long underwear, a winter jacket, hats and mittens, and wishing i had a space heater, the bugs SWARM my front porch. i keep getting hit in the face with cicadas. a) it's not a cicada year. b) stupidest bugs ever. c) they better die when it gets cold and rainy tomorrow.