October 21, 2003
I know you all share my feeling, so I'll refrain from a profanity-filled rant.
Have no clue what I'm talking about? Check out the White House's list of "street names" for drugs. Some of them made me laugh outloud!
October 20, 2003
I highly recommend listening to "Until Today." It's great.
What is WRONG with this guy? Diet and exercise work too, David.
Forget hiring a PR rep. Do it yourself!
And finally folks....(drumroll please).
Jessica Simpson really is that frickin' stupid.
October 19, 2003
I climb over the guy with the aisle seat across from where I was supposed to be and settle in to my window seat. The man (heavier set and probably about 50 years old) and I engage in small talk...He lives in Anderson, I'm in law school, etc. A silence falls and I begin reading cases and articles for my law review paper.
Our plane starts to back out from the gate. I keep reading. We approach the runway, and I start to get my usual uneasy feeling. The captain alerts us that we are third for takeoff. I start to get really nervous. Once we start hurling down the runway, I can't read anymore, I grip my hands together, and start to breath heavier. We are no longer touching the ground (the part I really hate), and the man next to me leans over and asks if I'm scared of flying. Thinking that there is a very obvious answer to this question, I politely tell him that indeed I am, but it's only takeoff, and I'll be fine in a few minutes.
Thinking that our discussion of this matter is over, I go back to my breathing. All of the sudden I feel this hand over my clasped hands and a hand on my shoulder. I'm at a loss for words. Why does this guy think he can invade my personal space? Is he just being nice? I literally can say nothing. I glance over at the book he was reading and it is about Haitian mission trips. For some odd reason, it makes me feel a little better that this guy is religious. I'm sure there are sickos that have read the same book, but I played the odds that this guy was just trying to make me feel better. Plus, I figured, what's the worst that could happen? He grabs something he shouldn't, I break his hand and scream, and half the plane pounces on him. I was in no real danger.
He keeps saying, "It's OK, it's OK." After what seemed like an eternity, I finally look at him and say, "I'm OK now. Thank you." He releases his grips and leans back in his chair. He asks, "Have you ever tried prayer?" I informed him that I indeed pray, but that I was sure God had a few better things to do than get me through this takeoff. He says, "No. You are wrong. God doesn't want you to be scared and God likes it when you call upon him, no matter why you do."
I tell him that he has a point--partly because I see his point, but partly because I felt a but weird talking about religion with a total stranger. The conversation fades, and he leans his chair back to sleep.
Overall, I believe in my gut that this guy was trying to be nice and comfort me. Do I wish he would have asked before touching me? YES. But maybe I should try his way next time.
It's showtime, folks. Basketball season is here. The IU fans even impressed freshman Patrick Ewing, Jr. Story, here.
He ain't seen nothin' yet. And as a fan, I hope we ain't seen nothin' yet either.
October 17, 2003
October 16, 2003
I have to say though, I got in some arguments with my native friends last night. Everyone needs to back up off Steve Bartman. He DID NOT lose the game for them. They lost the game for them. He obviously was just acting on impulse, and I could totally see myself doing the same thing. When something is flying toward your face, you stick your hands in the air. You ALL would have done the same thing.
I know he's been receiving death threats. Even Governor Bush offered him asylum in Florida. Are you joking me? I understand the history. I understand the heartbreak. But people are more outraged at what this guy did than what President Clinton did with his cigar.
Rearrange your priorities, people!
October 14, 2003
October 13, 2003
UPDATE: It was fixed at 6 a.m. this morning. The culprit? Water main break.
Read the story, here.
October 12, 2003
Friday I had a nice pre-b-day lunch w/ my friend Heidi and her mom. Then I met my parents who came in to town to celebrate my birthday with me. We had a great dinner at a new seafood restaurant downtown. We were later informed that Peyton Manning was there at the same time, but we didn't see him. We ordered the most FABULOUS dessert I have ever had--the caramel fudge brownie w/ ice cream (thanks to Heidi for the suggestion). It was sinful.
Saturday we had a day of shopping and spa planned, but Dad got a call from the hospital (he's a pathologist) and they wanted him to drive back home (2 1/2 hours away) to do a brain biopsy. He wasn't even on call, but the path covering for Dad didn't feel comfortable doing it. So, Dad drove ALL the way home, did the biopsy, and drove all the way back. I felt so sorry for him.
So, Mom and I had lunch, shopped a bit and I got a massage. It was AWESOME. She started in on my upper back and shoulders and then said, "I know this is supposed to be a full-body massage, but your back and neck are so screwed up, I need to spend the entire hour in that region." I said, "Do what you think is best." Needless to say, I think she was very right. I can barely move today. She told me I won Worst Neck of the Month for all of her clients. Guess law school might be a little stressful. She also informed me that I don't drink enough water. So, I'm going to try to do a little better in that arena. I just wish Starbuck's was good for you!
Dad met back up with us around 5 and we had a beverage waiting for him! Had another yummy dinner and I got some much-needed red meat in my system! Came back to the hotel and sang w/ the piano player. Can you beat that?
Woke up on this birthday morning w/ a nice hangover. Ouch. I'm home now and will be heading to the library in a couple of hours when it opens. I have a lot of law review research to sink my teeth into.
So, even though I'll be spending the bulk of my b-day at the dreaded library, I've already had a FABULOUS b-day. I'm so lucky to have such great parents, family, and friends who have made me feel so special this weekend.
I'm ready to take on the next quarter of a century of my life.
October 09, 2003
But this is insane-o even by my standards.
How about that necklace? PLEASE! Turds are most definitely NOT a girl's best friend.
I guess that makes me a pooh-pooher of poo poo art.
October 08, 2003
My solution? Hey Wesley, give DPU the money back so they can get a GOP speaker for a change!
Thanks for the tip, Dave.
UPDATE: He gave back the cash. That was the right move.
We laughed so hard I think I heard snorts.
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