should be doing homework...

I was planning on telling everyone about a movie Tiffany and I were going to see last night. "Crash" was playing in Forum Hall but by the time we got there, the parking lot was swarming with cars and the theatre was packed. We had no chance. I've heard really great reviews about it, so I guess we'll be renting it soon. So much for being cultured.

Anna and I watched "Kinsey" last Friday and would highly recommend it to anyone with an open mind. The film expresses the sexual revolution that occurred in the 1940's when the book "Sexual Behavior in the Human Male" was published. It is very graphic by nature, however the scenes, as well as pictures, are displayed in an educational, non-exploitative manner. Although there are arguments that Kinsey's studies were un-scientific leading to skewed results, which may very well be true, I feel moreso that society was/is unwilling to admit what may often be reality.

*Ask anyone, I'm not much of a movie buff. Okay, at all actually. So take my opinion as just that.

bambi...

The weekend was quite successful. One of my friends was in town I rarely get to see and we had a good time in the 'ville. Anna and I entertained afterward with glorious nachos that were made possible by Brian's rare find (the Tostitos on the upper shelf). Otherwise, I just might have starved. I had to forge through two 8-hour night shifts at work, much to my dismay. Sunday we got rocked and pumped out a bajillion burritos. I was in charge, and as much things that we almost ran out of, things went surprisingly smoothly. My crew was a great help.

I have a... cough cough... cough... cold with a scratchy throat. Poor me. But don't worry, when I take little kid's cough syrup, it keeps me up all night long. Oops.

On a more serious note, my family could use your prayers. My grandpa has a 95% chance of stomach cancer, which is really rare. If diagonosed correctly it's in stage four, which is the highest level possible, and he is not allowed to have surgery. Hopefully when he gets a second opinion, things will look better.

Also, on her way home from my grandparent's this weekend, mom managed to get ran over by Bambi's father. A huge buck came out of a field toward her car while a truck was passing her. The deer missed her and hit the truck, propelling the buck back into her car and off the hood. She was okay, thanks goodness. The deer was not.

crazy train...

After a chaotic morning, Anna and I headed to game. We brought our own tailgate, so if you ever need suggestions for supplies, we're pretty efficient. P. S. did I tell you Anna made me an egg-bagel sandwich this morning? Delicious.

Okay, anyway, the tailgating was perfect because just about everyone we knew was right on the pavement/grass front line, and after visting Mike's part-ee, we got to visit a whole lot more people, and Anna and I even played gladiators. Yes of course I won. She was weak.

I got to watch the first quarter plus ooohh.. five minutes of the next... but enough to see the cats score. I love football games. I love the student section. And I love the Wabash. I can't wait until KU is here. I think it's due time for Anna to crowd surf. Haha.

Now I have to go to work and have no desire or even much ability to be making salsas and serving up burritos. Dang it.

back to california...

How long I’ll wait just to say good-bye
Ten different ways to enjoy this night
Can’t do this anymore, won’t feel you anymore
How long I’ll wait just to say good-bye

You could never let me in
Holding on until the end

The time I waste just to say good-bye
Out of your way, I could do this right
Can’t see you anymore, won’t feel you anymore
How long I’ll stay just to say good-bye

Leave it all, the fights and all
Summer’s getting colder
Drive all night to hold you tight
Back to California
Days went by we waited
And I guess we’re getting older
We couldn’t win in the end

I’m miles away, turning out your lights
Ten different ways I could end this night
Can’t do this anymore, won’t feel you anymore
How long I’ll wait just to say good-bye

Leave it all, the fights and all
Summer’s getting colder
Drive all night to hold you tight
Back to California
Days went by we waited
And I guess we’re getting older
We couldn’t win in the end

--Sugarcult

i need a... job?

Okay so I did crash a lot on the water this weekend at the lake, but it was well worth it. I spent Friday evening until Sunday with a good chunk of family. And I played harder than I've gotten to all summer, which is why my shoulder blades are screaming at me now. We had a campfire both nights and sat around for hours telling stories. My wakeboard skills haven't improved much but I'll be at it again next summer.

Anyway, as an update to me freaking out when I try so hard not to, this week has been off to a much better start. I skipped the Career Fair today because my resume wasn't finished and my classes didn't get cancelled leaving no time for preparation (and I was dragging my feet which didn't help my desire). The job proposition fell through because they're looking for someone right away, and I of course won't be out until May, but I'm not discouraged. There will be many more chances.

Work cut my hours back a ton, as in I only work two days this week, which is perfect. I'll be attending the Career Fair tomorrow, hopefully with some promise and I have a test Thursday morning, then I'm home free.

Oh yeah, and yesterday Patrick beat me five out of six games in racquetball (scratch that, he won all six; he called me today on the correction. I only played well one match [13-15] oops). It was pathetic, I mean I was. Apparently I wasn't awake from my nap yet, or maybe he was on fire. My brother is challenging me to a match the next time he's down here. He's been practicing. Apparently his roomate is amazing. Oh, and he told me this weekend a guy from his school, age 22, wants to meet me. Those boys are hurting for the ladies down there if they have to check out other dude's sisters on messenger. I laughed.

freaking out...

AAAAaaaAAaaaaauuugh! Two exams, an important job application (which means type your freaking resume Rachelle!), three major projects, and the career fair. And yes I'm whining. I've been at the library all day trying to focus and not nod off. The ol' Business Law just won't sink in... I've got the basics but not at all the detailed knowledge I need. And Marketing is a lot more information than I'd planned but I'm placing my bets that it will be a little more common sense. Ha - everytime I say that it's usually a bomb. The workload I had this weekend allowed for zero to zippo studying as I was struggling to even complete all my Tuesday homework. I'm going to need to cut some major hours to get the next two weeks complete - crap!

The load is lightened because my family and cousins are headed up to the lake this weekend. Yay! And I can't wait to get on the water again, with no worries except busting on a wave, which is about as good as it gets.

bars take two...

Okay trip two to the bars proved to be much more entertaining. Friday night the guys from work called and I had Long Islands with them before heading to the 'Ville. Of course Liz and I didn't get there until 11:30 so they were closed before we blinked twice, but it was entertaining. Then I headed to Porters to meet up with Ryan and his friends. Perhaps because of everyone's level of intoxication things just seemed funnier than usual, but Ryan and Brandon had me laughing harder than I have for a long, long time. My stomach hurt. Anna joined us and we headed home soon after that. I won't tell of the scene that occurred upstairs but let's just say I was rolling on the ground laughing my posterior off and Anna is probably scarred for life. I heart you Anna and I'm still laughing.

Last weekend Ryan and I headed to Kansas City for his friend's wedding. I got an amazing tour of Louisburg (yes it took five minutes) and had a lot of fun meeting some new people, including his mom, who was incredibly nice and just as he and Anna had described. She made the wedding/reception much more enjoyable, as Ryan was pretending not to be bored out of his mind.

bar scene...

As much as I thought I wasn't ready to grow-up and leave the college scene, perhaps you could say last night was a reality check. Get me out! We ran into a bunch of people Anna and I knew which was great - until my world got a whole lot smaller really quick. Everything that happened kept reminding me of high school - when everyone knows everyone else's business. When I first got to college I was so happy to get away from all of that and live a little less dramatically. Apparently that can only last so long until friend circles start overlapping and drama rears its ugly head.

Thank goodness I now know what a little bit of normacly (if there is such a thing) feels like. I know I sometimes drive Ryan crazy with my childish streaks but I really really appreciate him helping me realize what a relationship does not have to be. You have no idea.

once it hits your lips...

It's Thursday! Finally. And I don't work the night shift - amazing! Anna and I are long overdue for a girl's night on the town. I have been in hiding for about three weeks due to stress and exhaustion, and well probably just enjoying hanging out without going out.

This semester has been a lot to get used to, and I am starting to notice the lack of friends around campus - many of which graduated in May. I miss seeing everyone. Even Anna isn't in the Kats Den when I have a break. I think I'm feeling old. Dang it. On a better note I am mostly on top of my homework/job/life schedule, which didn't feel like such a good thing after I realized how much class-work I have. The professors are on a rampage of assignments and groupwork. Bleh.

So this weekend I'm working some close shifts and hopefully getting caught up and prepared for two exams I have soon. Ryan's soccer game is in Lawrence on Saturday and I really wanted to go but my conflicting schedule doesn't allow much leniency. I'm sure those boys will be perfectly happy with an all-male mini roadtrip anyway.

Now Anna's ready and we have some planks to spank (I know I'm a cornball, I can't help it) so I'm out... and I'm sure soon enough I'll be out-out. Haha... scandalous.

P.S. Matt thanks for the enchiladas tonight - they were deeeelicious!

so long sweet summer...

I'm definitely starting to feel like this blog is probably not expressing my usual outgoing, cheerful and happy persona very accurately. So my apologies but I have more ranting and raving to express.

This week has been as close as it can get to a stressful, unorganized, chaotic mess. My neck has had a kink in it for at least three weeks - I'm pretty sure almost four. And there are knots galore in my shoulder blades. Stress I'm sure, but it was happening before school even started. I had one wonderful massage but he said I needed to come back at least twice to take care of all the tension. Sorry buddy, but on a student budget the wallet was a little too thin to begin with. Maybe that's why I've been so cranky lately. Hmmm.

On that note, school is not settling well and my un-motivation is at an all time high. Professors have been handing out gobs of ambiguous and time-consuming homework. Procrastination it at a new personal level, as I've been waking up at wee hours of the morning (okay I'm exaggerating but 6:00am feels early when I go to bed at 1:00am) just to finish the homework I was too tired to do the night before. Of course it always takes longer than expected so I'm flying out the door half dressed, searching desperately for my car keys with sack lunch, water bottle, juice, purse, cell phone and schoolbag trailing loosely behind - I know, I'm so organized. By the time I reach my first class I've broken into a sweat. Gross. At least I've made a friend so I can copy his notes when I can't keep my eyes open. Lukcy him.

Today was hectic as hell. During the forty-five minute break I waited patiently for the ID center to replace my card. All summer I was showing up as "Rick So-and-So on the Rec computer. Well little Ricky no longer has a membership so I finally had to do something about it. Which is besides the fact that it's a little bent and got stuck in the print scanners in the computer lab Tuesday. I had to pry it out with my handy-dandy spare tweezers. Yes I was embarrassed. Three full moons later the new ID printed and I was on my way.

Bridget and Brian entertained me as a shoved a turkey sandwich down my throat and chugged a double espresso. Delicious. Brian and I sprinted to the business college and I bee-lined for the computer lab, praying the machine would take my two crumpled dollars and put it on my new card. Five minutes until class. Perfect. The girl in front of me had half a million copies and then it just stopped. I think it was laughing at me, mocking me. "Ha ha you're going to be late and there's nothing you can do because you have to have the powerpoints for class." Grrr. Well I am part genius and after punching enough buttons it spit out my copies. As luck would have it we had a guest speaker that my entrance rudely interrupted. I took my frazzled self to the front of the class and slunk into my assigned seat. One more class to go.

Good news - the quiz I didn't study for was cancelled. Shwew.

I walked out to my car, trying to figure out if I should cover a shift for one of the supervisors who wanted to trade with me. He called during the middle of class with a sob story about how sick he was. Work was the last place I wanted to be today. As I neared the parking lot I caught a glimpse of a yellow envelope glaring at me from my windshield. What the crap? How did I get an $18 parking ticket when I purchased the necessary $75 pass that was... oops... still in my purse. Dang it. Once again props to me. The parking lady on the phone didn't care to hear my reasoning nor want proof that I really did own a permit. It didn't matter to them. "You just need to be more adult about it," she says. Wow. I really wanted to punch her.

After that I definitely wasn't going into work. Sorry Jeff. I guess you could say Karma is a bi-atch. There were two occasions I was in desperate need of extra hands and you were nowhere to be found. Actually you never even called back. I guess you could say I'm resentful. Sorry.

Okay so here I am complaining about life in general when I really have no place to at all. I've been watching the New Orleans hurricane catastrophe unfold and it makes me sick to my stomach. Families, infants and elderly who haven't eaten or showered in three days, enduring 98 degree weather with no place to call home. Snipers shooting at rescue workers while they search for survivors. Looters destroying what little the city has left. People of all backgrounds, beliefs and social status residing together in the Superdome - everyone on the same playing field and everyone's life forced into perspective.

Maybe sometimes a parking ticket isn't such a big deal.