Yea it worked!

I am so excited the last video worked that I am going to put another in here. It's from Linkin Park... it's their new video "What I've Done"... enjoy!! (though, it's kind of sad)

Linkin Park What I've Done

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I love music videos that rock!

Well college is almost complete for me. I have 3 papers, a brochure, a dance recital (yes yes, a dance recital), and a couple things let with my intern, and I should be done by next Thursday for good!

I'm not scared at all, which is why I am going to try to have some fun, and add this video to my blog...

It is U2's video: Window in the Skies... here I go!

Window in the Skies

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He's just a boy, I'm just a girl, can I make it anymore obvious...

Okay, well my title is lyrics by Avril Lavigne. I love her, and I think her cd comes out tomorrow which is ROCKIN!

But that's not what my blog is about, though I totally might write one when I get her cd in the near future. No, I'm going to write it about "the boy". A guy that knows what to say at the right time, and is a genuinely good person.

I honestly haven't come across a guy like this in a while. True, he is younger than me, which I thought would be a problem with some people in my life, but after I talked to them, they agreed what matters most is that he gets me and actually makes me happy.

My last relationship was for sure over when he was gone for a couple months, came back, and I was still so annoyed with him that I wanted to punch him in the face. Yea... that is no way to feel about some one.... EVER! That's the point when I slowly but surely pulled away from him. I knew if I felt that way, I wasn't ready to be his friend either. Besides, we fought all the time, and I didn't want to be stressed this semester.

So for a while, I tried ignoring the fact that I am into this guy, but God. He's actually a good, nice, awesome guy. I work with him, but soon enough, we will both be gettin better jobs. We have similar humor (which is good, because not many guys get me haha), he is into bmx biking (which i love to watch and think is super cool), and we have similar tattoos. No, we didn't get them at the same time, and no we didn't know what the other person was getting. Mine says in Italian: vivere, amare, ridere; which translates into: live, love, laugh. His says, live, love, burn, die. So very tight. Haha.

Needless to say: I blush when he smiles at me, get goosebumps when he brushes passed me, and my heart kinda skips a beat when I see him glance at me quick at work, yet long enough for me to notice.

Dude, this does sound like diary entry now. Damn. Sorry Doc Sands. I just haven't had the time to talk to my friends about him yet haha. So, that's my story, and I'm sticking to it.

Happy again!!

Okay... so I read through my last blog, and YIKES was I angry, hahaha. I know why Iwas, but I also think it was because this guy I like turned out to be a shadeball. Yes, a shadeball.

But now I am happy again because of the book, "He's Just Not That Into You". My favorite quote is:

"You already have one asshole. You dont need another".

Hahahahahahahahaha. Let me compose myself because I really am laughing right now.... hahaha. Oh man okay.

But I suggest every girl read this book, guys too, because you'll laugh, cry, get angry, and then laugh again. And then you'll read it again when you want to find out if the guy is being a jerk, and then maybe cry, but then move on. It's great!!

But yea, I met a great guy, so now I'm happy again. No, I don't base my happiness off liking a guy, but it sure helps to perk you up every once in a while.... :)

This is how I feel...

I went to www.aj.com to look up a picture that described how I feel, so when I looked up "irritated", I feel as though this is the best picture to fit how I feel inside.

I never knew that graduating would be this irritating. I don't mean doing the homework thing (though I can't wait until I no longer have any), and I'm not talking about the whole "I don't know what I'm going to do when I'm done" thing.

True, I really have no idea what I am going to do. I guess at this point I am supposed to be looking for jobs or whatever, but really, all I am concerned about is my happiness, since it's taken me so long to get to the point that I really do care about myself for once.

But then there's the other people.... they are more concerned about a new job for me than I am. True, I know that it's time for me to move on from Pick n Save (though I'm not sure if I am ready to yet), and when I tell people I don't know and just smile because I'm okay with this answer, I get dirty looks and the comment, "well you don't want to work here anymore do you?"

I really don't think it's any of their damn business to be honest. So you're proabably wondering why I am getting so worked up eh? I think it's because I am at the point of pure happiness, pure bliss, and everyone sees that and isn't used to it, so they want to bring me back down to where they are comfortable with me.

But I don't care. Next time some asks me how school's going, I'm just going to say I still going strong... When they ask when I'm graduating, I'm just going to tell them when I feel like it...

Moving on...

So I am moving on from my trip blogging. I think I might have ADD or something, because I feel that if I'm gettin bored writing about it, then you all might get bored reading about it.

So I'm moving on to....

I feel like I will never find a career or a job that I will be satisfied with.

Yes I bitch and complain about working at Pick n Save, but to be honest, I wouldn't mind staying there if I got better pay and a better job.

I enjoy my people I work with and have fun with the customers. I don't want to be a lifer there, but this place has been part of my existance for the last seven years that I don't know anything else... and not sure if I want to find out what else is out there.

Take this for instance. I am on the left, and that's my girl on the right. She is one of my closest friends, and as a bonus, I get to work with her in the liquor depo every Friday night.

We get to mess with our drunken regulars each week. They know about our lives and are always interested in our weekend plans.

We've been invited to parties, bars, and on dates. We've even met guys that we dated while working together.

Not many people get the luxury of working with such an awesome friend. Multiple times we've been asked if we are sisters. We just look at each other, giggle (yes giggle ha), and are like no, we just call each other and see what the other is wearing and how they are doing their hair (we have the same pants, too).

I'm just scared of change, and I'm not sure if this fear will keep me from moving forward...

Day 5 -- March 23

SAN DIEGO ZOO

This was when our trip started to take off. The first few days were sad and a little boring, plus my friend was sick this whole time, but the zoo was pretty amazing. I love the fact that they really try to help endangered species.

I took many pictures of animals and made sure to take a picture of the sign with their official name so I wouldn't forget. And damn was the place green -- the tree leaves, grass, everything! The landscaping was gorgeous.

Apparantly our Milwaukee County zoo is supposedly in the Top 10 zooes, but I still like ours best because we have a lot to see without becoming overwhelmed.

There is one thing we don't have that this zoo did: a panda bear exhibit! Apparantly the male panda can only get the female panda pretty two days out of the entire year, and hasn't missed a year yet! What a team player! Haha.

Day 3 and 4 -- March 21 and 22

These two days are a blur to me. I'm not quite sure what happend on what day. All I know is that I got a manicure and pedicure for a great price and have cute little flowers painted my two of toes...

We also went a place called Old Town. Although it was supposed to be set back a long time ago, the prices did not reflect it = shit was expensive!!

Last but not least, we went to a place called Dave and Busters. Basically this place serves food and drinks, and has a huge adult game room. It was pretty awesome. I still love the hot-shot basketball game the best!!

Day 2- March 21

Tijuana -- I-dun-wanna ever go back again without some pepper spray... and a bit more cash...

I don't have any pictures of here, although I'm sure I will find something online that will display the completely dull, glum, grey, saddness I encountered when I walked 2.5 miles (or at least it felt that way, maybe more), through immigration and across this bridge that was over a dried up sewage smelling river thing.

I've never seen this side of poverty... the fact that there is a strip club on every street, or that people sometimes barter down their own items just so that we will buy them.

I was never rude to anyone, except I kept so "no bueno" (no good), to the men that painted their donkies like zebras and wanted us to take pictures with them. I am NOT one for animal cruelty -- what idiots they were.

I did somewhat get groped. No it was not buy a hot, sexy, Havana Nights, Diego Luna lookalike... but a drunk 4-foot nothing at about 10am. He kept walking closer to me and BAM! He grazed my stomach and spoke to me in Spanish... awesome! Not.

After leaving Tijuana, I really gained a great appreciation for my life, no lie.

Day 1 - March 20

Today was quite an exhausting day.... had to get up at 3am to be ready by 4am to leave for the airport to arrive by 1230pm in San Diego, CA!!

When my friend Stef and I were finally settled in our seats, as well as everyone else, we were asked to get off the plane due to the fact that we would not have had enough gas to fly to our first stop, Salt Lake City.

That was "exciting"; by exciting I mean I might have had a panic attack if it weren't for the fact that there were too many people around me to make an ass out of myself.

As we waited we received a free drink ticket (cashed that in for a rum and coke at 730am -- yea, drunk, i know), as well as a free show from some 50 y/o. Let me tell you, 630 is WAY too early to be hearing up sex and booze and groping. YIKES!

We finally were off and hit Salt Lake City, Utah... here are some pictures we took from the plane. A couple are the view of our first stop...

(Okay... since there is an overload of people on my wonderful dial-up... I will have to add the pictures tom.... but I will continue with my story...)

I am in fact a lazy bum...

Okay... so I've been procrastinating, as well as trying to get other stuff done, but I can finally give you synopsis of how my vacation went. Let's just say that a little senioritis is occuring lately (which I swear wouldn't happen), and now I have to do my whole trip tonight... darn. :p

This weeks blogging...

Sorry that I have not blogged this week, but I am currently in San Diego, CA. As of Monday, I will start reporting my trip. I have a lot of fun stories and pictures to put on display for you all.

Until then...

The Most Memorible Event at Pick N Save in my 7 years of being there...

My God...

Seriously... my God... I have never in all my years had an experience at my job, in the liquor department, as I had last night with my friend Amy.

We were doing our thing when this crazy lady and her bf came in. Turns out her name is Tonya because her bf kept telling her to stop acting crazy by the end of our conversation.

This is Tonya:

Well it's really not her, but it's so damn close, it's scary. This chick said told us a little bit of information about her, that really I would have went on with my happy, somewhat mediocre life, but no, she wanted to upset this and spring something new and interesting in my life.

Apparantly, Tonya is going to jail next week. She was drinking her alcohol this week because she was said that she was going to jail. Why is she going to jail you ask?

Here are some options:

1. Indescent exposure?? Nope.

2. Drinking and driving?? Nope.

3. Buying alcohol for an underager?? Nope.

4. Stealing?? Nope.

5. Violating probation?? Nope.

This Tonya chick did none of the above. Drum roll please............ she threaten to kill someone with a butcher knife!!!! She tells me this as she is intently staring at me kind of bending over the counter.

I don't know about you, but at that moment I want to run far, far away. She also said she was sad that her father threw away her roast. (That would prolly make me sad as well.)

Tonya told me that she wishes we could hang out sometime because we'd probably have a lot of fun. I told her cool and to have a wonderful night.

I wonder what kind of friends she'll make in jail... poor bf.

Rodney... what a man!

On the weekends, I tend to work in the liquor section of the store. Yes, we card everyone (no matter how old they are), and yes we card everyone in the group (especially if you look about 12).

Anyways, one of our regulars is Rodney. He kind of looks like this:

Yet, he is about 20 years older and has a walker. Our managers know that the clear liquid in his water bottle is anything but water, but they also know that this man has no want to get behind the wheel of a car... hence the walker he uses.

Well, Rodney, the badass man that he is introduces us to all the customers as his gfs... and then refers to us in raunchy, inappropriate ways, that I would not like to share on here because it kind of grosses me out, yet it's hilarious haha.

Each week, though, we might not see him, so we get a little scared. He's a frail man, with a heart of gold and a gut of vodka. When he returns a week later, we tell him that we were worried and were looking for him in the obituaries. He just usually laughs, except for the last time:

Apparantly, he went out with some buddies, got too hammered to know where he was walking, and ended up in a lake or lagoon of some sort!! Now this wasn't funny, yet he made us smile to know that he survived.

Not many customers get to know your name and have fun joking around with you, but whenever Rodney walks through those doors we know that a good time is about to occur.

Old Age, Mustaches, and Whiskers

Okay, so my girls and I were together a couple nights ago, but our monthly crimson wave came up (our periods, boys). Well, my best friend Kate said that she hates having cramps, but said how it will equally suck when we no longer have them.

A couple of us were baffled and somewhat intrigued about where she was going with this. And of course she continued to say that sure the cramps and the only monthly agony will stop, but we will start growing that beautiful facial hair because our hormones will be out of whack.

So, I found this lovely lady from back in the day.

And we all agreed that if we ever started looking like this, we made sure we'd tell each other to shave that shit right off.

We also didn't understand how there are women out there with a 3 or 4 inch long whisker hanging from their chin and seem oblivious to its exhistance.

Ladies! All you have to do is pluck it, rip it out, use a scissors to cut it off, hell... burn it off.... but it's not cool that it is just hanging there.

I told my friends that if need be, I will just be shaving with my husband every morning. He will have to learn to live with it, love it, and possible learn from how good I might be at shaving off my future, nasty beard.

Need a little change...

I decided to change my blog topic. In class, it was said we might do this half way through, and I've decided that it was time. My topic was little too sad for the mood that I am in, so I'm moving on...

I graduate in May, and have realized that the best years of my life have been spent at a mind-numbing job at Pick N Save. I have been there 7 years!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 16 and a half is when I started, and I am what you'd call a "lifer".

My friends always joke about it, and I'm starting to get scared haha. What if I stay at Pick N Save for the rest of my life? I think I'd rather poke my eyes out with a dull anything!

I've seen people almost hit by cars, poopy toilets and stalls (because apparantly no one knows how to use the toilet paper), heard about someone peeing their pants because they were so gone, and screaming kids because they wanted their damn candy bar.

I've had it with this job, but have stories to tell. So from now on, this blog will be things I have to deal with each day, every other day, or whatever, and will hopefully provide you all with some laughs.

Dorky Dad

I looked at Dorky Dad's blog from humor-blogs.com, and he has some funny stuff about Curious George. I always heard about hidden "pot" stories with Scooby Doo, but this one takes the cake!! Ha.

I no longer look like a zebra.... :)

I got my hair fixed today by Shana. She is amazing and a friend since kindergarten.

I went in the salon all worried about the outcome... and the cost... and came out happy with both. She makes me realize how you might not talk to someone everyday, yet still consider them a friend, because they pull through for you when you need them most... and you always know you'll do the same for them.

Shana has inspired me to do a little random act of kindness magic. I'll keep you posted if anything occurs that the only benefit I can receive is feeling good for helping someone out. Laters!

My friend Shana, the Savior

So, I got my hair done yesterday.... and holy crap is there platinum blonde streaks in it. It is crazy. Usually I like a lil craze in my life... live for it in other's, but when it comes to my hair, I'm a lil weird about it.

I can scrub it with my clothes, but my hair is always okay looking.. until now.

Luckily my friend Shana, who does hair, said she will fix it for me. It usually doesn't happen this quick, but she found an opening. So this is her random act of kindness for the week.

My random act will happen in two months... when I go back to my stylest and tell her that on my trip the "chlorine" in the pool turned my hair green so a friend corrected it. Sneaky, yes... but I can't hurt her feelings.

2nd Protest

Well the second protest was pretty cool. The weather wasn't as bad as the first one (even though it was supposed to be).

For this second string up protests, our group of people were protesting 3 straight days for an hour. These past days were February 26 - 28. The reason for this is because each day, dogs were going to be put under the knife, alive, and then put to sleep after.

A total of 60 dogs ended up dying, with a handful or two that opted out of not doing this lab. I am happy to hear that our protesting might have found something in those minds to help them to debate if they felt it was morally right or not. coinsiding with their own beliefs and career.

What we don't understand is that the Wisconsin Medical College put a $10,000 add in the paper two days in a row saying that people like us don't know what we are talking about, yet they could apply that $20,000 or so to something more constructive...

Pictures from my first Protest

I decided to take pictures the first time I went to the Wisconsin Medical Protest which was against using dogs as their testing subjects. Here are some of them that I took:

Getting ready for Protest #2

So apparantly there is going to be another protest at the Medical College of Wisconsin (MCW) on the day the dogs are "worked on" and then killed.

I talked to my friend Bill this past weekend about his job at a medical college in Minnesota. He works in the same kind of thing, but they use sheep. He told me that they use them for like 20 different things... dig around in them and stuff... and then he "puts them to sleep".

He's ok with this being his job. He knows that I am not, so he tries not to bring it up around me, which is nice.

All I know is that us being there isn't going to stop it from occurring this year, but I really hope in the next few years, they decide to use something else or do something else, without living animals... because I just keep thinking about the animals that don't have the choice to live... and that February 26, is their last chance at life...

Defeat of the Incredible Ice Hill

Okay. So apparantly when my good luck is looking up, something has to pull me back down to reality that life in fact is not all wonderful and rosy.

After I left class yesterday, I tried to manuver my car out of it's not so tightly fit spot, when I realized that I parked by a ginormous ice hill (about 3 in high). Because my tires are perfect for warm non-icey whether and not this wonderfully cold sleet we've been having, my tire closest to the curb decided it didn't want to do any extra work than just sit next to curb.

I begin to cry, of course, because that's what I am good at, as well as getting super frustrated because I just knew I should have taken the bus like I planned. Well, I spotted what looked like to be a 60 y/o woman and decided she would not be a clear candidate to push my car for the little fear of her braking her hip. Instead, I chose a lankier looking kid who drives a Sebring.

Just by the looks of him, I wasn't sure what he could do with my unfaithful car, but I definitely underestimated his powers of persuasion with my stubborn Corolla. He first tired pushing like I suggested and laughed when we realized it was going no where. He then made me pull very close to the lucky car in front of me that avoided this ice hill. He ever so slightly made me turn me wheel, back up slightly, turn my wheel, and back up slightly, turn the wheel, etc.

That boy is my Savior because he tricked my car out of it's twisted, humorous game it played on me.

Now, what does this have to do with my topic of dogs and polar bears and trees you ask? Well, it's very simple. Life's simple pleasures are created by selfless, radom acts of kindness.

This young man, Mr. Lanky, "Help What Couldn't Help Itself". There was no way I could get out of that spot on my own, but he helped a girl, me, who was clearly in distress.

So, I suggest for you to random help someone by holding open a door, picking up something they dropped, or even borrow them a pen when their's decides to play a trick on them and won't work. Whatever it may be, it will help you feel good and help the person without receiving something in return.

From now on, I will always smile when I see a Sebring (and maybe even let him slide infront of me when the freeway is packed during rush hour)...

Diminishing wildlife

One of my guilty pleasures lately has been In Touch magazine. It's an easy way to kick back and take the worry off the real world and go in and gossip about the celebrity world. Something that I do like about this magazine is that they have truthful stories in it as well. One that caught my attention was one titled "wildlife worries". Sure, the 40 degree temperatures during December were nice for us, but little do people know that the polar bears are waking up earlier without having the adequate food intake they need to survive. They might become extinct by 2051! To some, this might be nothing, but these are living breathing creatures that deserve a chance at life as much as you or me. I'm not saying take polar bears as your cause, but I am hoping that everyone can find a passion and help someone or something out that can't do it for themselves... no matter how big or small the passion might be.

My First Protest

Thursday, January 25th

Last week, I went to my very first protest. My ma found out about it from the Wisconsin Humane Societies website. Apparently, the Medical College of Wisconsin is one of two college in the States to still do medical testing on dogs. At first, I was a little uneasy about it because I don't think animals, in general should be tested on... but then I found out what really happens...

I was told, and it was displayed on some of the posters handed out, how dogs are have the front arms tied down to their sides, and give anesthesia to the point that the are a little bit numb, but can feel even pain and are still awake while the professors and their students open them up and move stuff around to "understand" what's going on in the body.

A lady next to us told us that one of the people they get dogs from is a man who breeds hunting dogs, and these particular dogs just won't hunt.

I am beyond disguisted with the use of any animal put under the knife to just be disposed with like they were nothing to begin with. Animals have just as many feelings as humans do. I just wish more people felt the need to speak out about this enough that it would completely change the system.

My thoughts exactly...

After taking two classes at UWM (Environmental Geography and Oceans), I have realized that things in this world need a little defending. The air can only defend itself for a limited amount of time until its no longer healthy to breath, the trees cannot defend themselves by being cut down, dogs (and all the other animals) cannot always defend themselves from abuse and neglect. I understand why people want to be over in Iraq fighting for our right of freedom (and how they took some of it away from us), but at the same time, I feel that we need to band together and have a War Against Global Warming or the Extinction of Animals. Some, might consider me a tree-hugger or a dreamer, but I feel that if everyone does a little cut back and help out, we will finally be able to unite as a world and have a common goal. My blogs from here on out will be about stories that I found on the Internet, or adventures I partake in (like the protest I went to last Thursday) in hopes that it will get everyone else out to take part in something that will help benefit something other than themselves. Until my next post...