pennywhistle

Last night I emailed Carlette and told her we needed to get our karaoke on, as it had been far too long. We went to the usual Wednesday night karaoke place, but our favorite host, Nancy Sell was not there! She's cutting back her late-night hours apparently, and stopped doing Wednesday night karaoke. So the guy who normally does Sunday night karaoke was there, and he SUCKED. His music sucked. He didn't know how to work his own equipement. It wasn't fun.

I sang "Like a Prayer," but the screen was rolling the whole time, and by the end of the song I was feeling nauseous. Carlette sang "Bring Me Some Water," but he didn't turn off the vocal track, so it was like she was singing along to the CD. Lame. We left disappointed, but with plans to go see Nancy on Monday night.

I came back to Carlette's for a bit, but then I was tired and came home and read my newest Inu-Yasha book and went to bed.

I woke up the next morning and went downstairs to get a pill. I noticed it was freezing downstairs. What the hell? Oh, my back door is wide open. That's lovely. VERY luckily the cats were still inside, all my possessions were still inside, and I'm still alive.

I went back upstairs and dozed until Carlette called me for my "official" wake-up call. We each hopped into our respective showers and then set off for our Day of Fun!

But then tragedy struck. Carlette needed to call Planned Parenthood to make an appointment for a check up. You know, because they have other services than just killing babies. She couldn't get 411 to work on her phone, so I lent her mine. The 411 operator connected her to a church! I was so outraged. I grabbed the phone back, called 411, and demanded to speak to a supervisor. I explained what happened and the woman said that she would credit the call. I stated that I felt what the operator had done was extremely inappropriate, and I felt that the supervisor needed to speak with her about it. Silence on the other end. I repeated my statement in slightly different wording. Silence on the other end. I asked her if she heard me, and then she gets attitude and starts getting uppity with me. I bitched right back at her and told her I was done with the conversation. But OOOO, I was so pissed! You should try calling and asking 411 for the number for Planned Parenthood and see what they do.

Finally we got to the mall to get our hairs cut. I just wanted to trim off my split ends; I'm growing my hair out to donate it as part of my Mission 101. My hair needs to be between 8-10 inches to donate, and the stylist told me that my hair was right at 8 inches, so I could have cut it all off and donated it today. The thought was really tempting and exciting. But I decided to just get the split ends cut off and then grow it back out to a full length. Carlette got a really cute new style that is not too short ^_^

We went to the arcade to play DDR. We only played four rounds because we were getting sweaty and hungry. I tried on some jeans at Deb's, but I didn't like them.

Then we went to SAKE for lunch. *choir of angels singing* I <3 that place so much! Oh, the rice! Oh, the sushi! Oh, the ginger ginger ginger!! Oh, the j-pop from 1999 that brings me right back to the good ol' VA days! ^_~ Yum!!

While we were browsing Half-Price Books after dinner, work called me in early. You know I don't mind going to work. So here I am.

I'm just... so tired. I'm dizzy I'm so tired.

I need a macro for that sentence so I can just keep saying it over and over again.

I'm drowning in work already this quarter, but I'm trying desperately to keep my head above water.

I have nine books to read this quarter, plus the busywork homework of my language classes.

Monday night Carlette and I went to a new, earlier karaoke show. It was pretty nice. I ordered a fruit and cheese plate, which claimed on the menu to have "assorted fruits and cheeses," but the cheese wasn't so much "assorted" as it was "pepperjack." I picked all the peppers out of it with toothpicks.

We shot video clips of us singing, and I'll post those later.

Last night I went to karaoke again, because I had beaucoup Spanish homework to do. The place was dead, so I got to sing a ton of songs.


All the studying apparently paid off, because I received a 100% on the Spanish quiz we had this morning. And in lit class today, my professor, who is in the modern language department, called my name for attendance and then said, "I heard very good things about you today. Your French teacher spoke very highly of you."

"Tres bien!" I answered.

My teachers love me. I'm studious. I'm a good student! (she said, with just a hint of desperation)



I need to start using my glasses at school and not just at work. I had a headache all day until I got here and put them on. Hmmmm....