Tummy Ache

Subtitled: The Giant Sandwich

This is a pretty lame story about my day. It all started when 8 hours of sleep were not enough for me last night. I got up, and felt like I just got hit by a truck, and made myself a bagel. I get to class 1 minute before it starts, and get an email about the daily announcements - Family Law Society meeting today at 1. I think, okay, sounds cool, free lunch, and an opportunity to get involved and meet people. I hesitate to rely on this lunch though, because it will most likely be pizza, and I'm unfortunately not a big fan.

I have one more class before the meeting/lunch. I get a bagel from the cafe downstairs. (Note: Bagel of the day number 2). After class I head up to the meeting which turned out okay, but the lunch, of course, was pizza. After the meeting, my tummy is growling. I head downstairs to the cafe to see what my lunch options I have: doughnuts, yogurt, and pre-packaged sandwiches (kind of like the ones they sell in the gas station). A little sketched out about the sandwiches there, I settle for yet another bagel.(Note: Bagel of the day number 3).

As I am taking the last bite of my bagel, I see people next to me eating Subway. Where in this 4 floor building of offices did these people find a Subway? I ask, and find out there is a food court with more than Subway in it about 2 blocks away. Considering that it is pouring rain outside, I don't feel like walking there. Lo and behold, someone behind me decides to say "there are free sandwiches in the boardroom." Now I don't know what the boardroom is exactly, but I remembered seeing a glorious looking buffet in a big room on my way to my meeting. After making sure I won't have to talk to anyone in a meeting to get a sandwich, I decide I am hungry enough for the effort.

I ask my friend to watch my stuff, and make my way to the "boardroom." After looking through both doors, I see the room is empty. There is a huge conference table, formal meeting set-up, and...the jackpot - a huge buffet with chips, cookies, sodas, bagels, and....sandwiches. I do not think that these sandwiches are for me though. There is no sign. The closest door to the sandwiches is in fact, shut, and my name is not written on any of them. When i see one that has chicken written on it, I decided to get a plate. I take the gigantic chicken sandwich that I am now claiming as my own, a giant chocolate chip cookie that probably doesn't belong to me either, and and a soda, and leave through the shut door. People are looking at me on my way down probably thinking wow...where did she get that? What meeting do I have to go to for that sandwich? You don't have to go to any meeting for it. You just have to hope that the people who's meeting it was weren't very hungry.

After I got back downstairs, I opened my new present to find that, not only was it chicken, but it was chicken salad, even better. Chicken salad with grapes, almonds, and crunchy bread, a chocolate chip cookie, and a soda. All not mine. All went in my belly in under 5 minutes. All after a bagel and cream cheese that followed 2 other bagels and cream cheese just hours before. Not a good plan.

Needless to say, it felt like Thanksgiving on October 17th, and I nearly fell asleep in my class, that started about 10 minutes after this little excursion ended. Note to self: don't take sandwiches that aren't yours unless you do so on a completely empty stomach. And if you are full, take the sandwich that is probably someone else's home to eat when you're not.

P.S. For those of you who stalk me through this blog, I had an eventful summer that ended with me moving back to the mitten, and transferring schools. I'll try to keep stories coming, and I'll try to make them a little more interesting than stories about tummy aches and giant sandwiches.

too caught up in the celebration

i am finally done with exams. We'll just start with that. The horrible 2 weeks of sitting with my face in casebooks is done for awhile anyway. I couldn't tell you why I waited this long to post, since I've been done for a week, and incredibly bored...Meredith went home (sad), my jew friend (as per request) is working on a stupid project, and Joe has to work during the week. Any people left unnamed are probably busy as well.

Things occupying my time over the last week and a half:

Job training: 1%
Eating bagels: 3%
Kitties: 6%
Reading sappy drama novels: 10%
Phone calls to mom to check up on her jank foot: 11%
Spending time with Joe: 13%
Rain: 15%
Final Fantasy VII: 41%

Adding that up to 100% gave me a headache, and I hope it's right. Probably a result of the video-game filled day I had today, seeing as how it was stormy again outside, for the 3rd day in a row. The only day it was even a little bit sunny was the day I had to do downtown to an orientation for my summer internship, which surprisingly sounds like a lot of fun. Needless to say, I walked out of the building to go home, and low and behold...it downpours. Don't worry, I wasn't in uncomfortable heels and a white dress shirt (note sarcasm).

So I'm hoping that the weather can clear up for at least an hour tomorrow, so I won't have to be a hermit on my birthday. Joe is taking the day off though, so at least I won't be bored here with video games and kitties all day:) (Not that I mind the situation, but after a straight week it kinda gets old...)

I'm going to make some dinner, and check up on mom...she's probably as bored as me (surgery on her foot) seeing as how she can't leave her bed.

Highlight of the week: giving Tara a bath. Becky, if you still read this, I don't reccommend it. And if you ever feel like trying, I urge you to follow these guidelines...lol:

http://dbhs.wvusd.k12.ca.us/webdocs/Humor/Give-Cat-Bath.html

Well I suppose this post shows why I haven't written anything sooner. Nothing is happening here...and if the highlight of my week was giving Tara a bath, then it's obvious I have nothing interesting to write about. Actually, come to think of it, I had an interesting "tropical margarita" last night, that would've probably been better had it not been interrupted by a guy on the street preaching to about 10 people trying to enjoy their dinner (and margaritas) about the race to heaven and Jesus coming with a firey sword. I guess that was something...until thankfully he was escorted away by the police.

I think I'm going to hit up my sappy novel, and make some dinner. Funny how a whole day can just zip right by and all of a sudden you look up and its nearly 7pm, and you're still sitting in the same spot as you were around noon...I'll blame it on the weather.

Me Right Now

I'm just sitting here with a cup of cheese its, sick of being in lazy people clothes, but without reason to change cause I still have stupid finals. I'm sorry, were you expecting something a little more interesting? I guess I am reading about pessimistic and optimistic pluralists...if that is any better...don't know what that is? Neither do I, but I sure hope to before my final tomorrow morning:(

I'm just mindlessly going through the motions now, hoping that I retain something in the process, and checking the clock every 5 minutes to see if its noon tomorrow yet...at which time I'll be done with my first year, and hopefully doing one of the following:

1) playing a video game
2) burning my legislation book
3) drinking a margarita
4) playing in the sun
5) sleeping

tick tock tick tock...

And...there it is...

Finals are not going well. I repeat, finals are not going well. All I can picture at this point are my profs, as they have probably far away from here so to avoid assasination...sitting there like Mr. Burns saying "excellllllent..." Knowing fairly sure that they've successfully pissed off at least 80% of the class. Thats all I have for now.

:( !!!!

The Death of K

For anyone who cares, I'm cracking up right now because that's how lame I am. For anyone not aware, K apparently stands for contracts, more commonly known as the devil. I've spent the last week and a half of life studying for that stupi final, that is unfortunately worth my whole grade. The sheer anticipation drove me to buy a 6 pack the night before...I couldn't contain the excitement. Now that the sneaky bastard's 4 and a half hour exam is done, I can concentrate on more pleasant things...like 11 and a half more hours of exams...:(

I have nothing new to talk about - except for the credit card company tried to cheat me, and lost.

Also, I made a turkey last night. That's how lazy I am during the day when studying - I don't even want to get up to make lunch.

On a lighter note...I'll have a whole 22 days of after finals before I start work - which is going to be glorious. Plans for the time? Not really, I'm just going to sit here and enjoy doing nothing:)

By the way - my next final is tomorrow morning? Someone else please tell me that a 9 a.m. final on a Sunday is a little ridiculous...

Criminal Procedure sucks...on with the day!

Mini Update

It was brought to my attention today that I haven't posted in awhile...and since I have a free minute or two while I wait for eggs to boil (so I can color them for easter), I thought I would give the few of you who enjoy this blog, an update.

1) I hate contracts. And I hate it even more I see it abbreviated with a K. If there is a logical explanation to it, I don't want to hear about it. I enjoy hating it.

2) I am done with school next week. That is sweet and all, but then I have finals, which is kind of "not awesome."

3) I love my kitties

4) I finally got a new apartment, that is conveniently located near loved ones, and the tavern, which I will be making an appearance at shortly, for an enjoyable happy hour with my contracts hating cohort.

5) I got a new phone. Call me on it, and i'll tell you about it.

6) I am cooking dinner this sunday for Easter. Guests include a jewish person. Cheers!

7) My hair is getting blonder

8) I got a job for the summer, through the school. Meaning that I will get free credits and money!!

9) I purchased, and successfully finished playing Kingdom Hearts II.

10) It is the weekend for me right now, and that calls for a celebration.

T-minus 20 minutes until happy hour...Makes me like margaritas even more:)

fun game, fun prize

I got a riddle from mountainman today:

"If yesterday had been Wednesday's tomorrow and tomorrow is Sunday's yesterday, what day would Today be?"

I thought about it for awhile, and in case you want to, the answer will be at the end...but I don't know how to put it upsidedown...

I ventured a guess... and got this compliment of the century in return...that might be sarcastic:


C a b l e 315: you get to post this in your profile:

"Stephanie is basically the best human being on the planet. Her charm and charisma brighten anyone's day, her intellect is as searing as the fire of a thousand suns, and her beauty is like a meadow awash in a million daisies. Stephanie is a mountainman among mere mortals."

C a b l e 315: Congratulations on your prize

The answer was Friday - and if I get motivational prizes like that everytime...i need more riddles...

Cheers!

Coffee Pizza

Issues to be discussed in this post: Computers that have keys eaten off them, and why they malfunction; kittens with cones on their heads; age at which you can make logical, legitimate decisions; My apartment and the lawsuits it is somehow avoiding; Valentine's Day; and the rat

1) Computers. I don't really know anything about the way they work, but I generally have an okay time fixing problems/installing things. I installed a mac style task bar on my computer and hell broke loose. Now I only have 1/3 of the pictures I once had, and my AIM keeps freezing up whenever its been running for more than 10 minutes. Besides, I think someone has my screen name because it continues to tell me that i'm signed in at more than one location. Someone give me a good reason aside from my limited finances why I shouldn't get one of those new Gateway convertible tablet notebooks. Please.

2) Kittens. Zoey got declawed and spayed last weekend, and again, hell broke loose. We brought her back here to stay, so she could be with her little kitten friend, and somehow, sometime through the night she maneuvered the cone on her head in a way that she was able to rip her feet open where they took the claws out. After a scene somewhat short of something you'd see in The Shining, and another trip to the vet, she's been staying at Joey's for the past week, pretty much living out of the bathroom with an abnormally large cone on her head, in order to prevent her from getting fuzz, or hair, or anything that would further infect her feet, in them. She gets to stay there for another week, at least. Basically, I've been getting sleep now, since I don't have a nuisance kitten sucking on the blankets surrounding my face. Though Tara has a creepy liking for spooning lately...but I think she's just lonely.

3) Age requirements. As you probably guessed, this caused hell to break loose again. Parents found out about the prospective plan of staying with Joe for the summer, and didn't like it very much. Apparently the plan I've chosen for myself isn't the picture perfect portrait of the "family dream" that my mom envisioned for me on the day I was born. Someone get me a witness, and tell me what I'm doing wrong, cause I don't seem to understand the issue here. I'm not looking for approval, just looking for something other than resentment. How is someone who is a country's length away, and spoken to someone for a cumulative 3 hours supposed to pass a judgment on soul mate compatability? I didn't think so either...

4) Potential Lawsuits. This apartment complex blows my mind. The elevator here is the most ghetto, run down piece of machinery within at least a few cities. At least every other week, it is broken for about 3 days at a time. Now consider that this is an 8 story building, I can only imagine how angry the people are on the top floor. For some reason though, they have sufficient funds to powerwash and repaint the entire building, though they are unable to repair the elevator that people continuously complain about. This past weekend the handle actually broke off the door that leads to the stairwell, leaving people to prop it open 24 hours a day. Considering that there are reports of "forceful" robberies within a mile of here, I thought that having the building unlocked all weekend was a safety violation. However, the maitenance people wouldn't come out over the weekend because it wasn't an emergency. When asked what constituted an emergency, the operator replied "I don't know." Help me out with this one...fire departments respond to fires, police to breakins; it just seems logical that maitenance on call would respond to a broken door that left the building completely unlocked for the whole weekend...wishful thinking I guess. By the way, my parents suspect I am exaggerating, or using this "situation" as an excuse to move out of here, and stay with Joe. Not really, just makes me want my lease to end sooner.

5) Valentine's Day. If anyone who actually knows me, or did at one point, is reading this, you will realize that my favorite holiday will be here in a week. That means, excuse to wear obnoxious pink shirt to class, excuse to get dressed up and do nothing all night, excuse to make kittens wear bows in their hair, and ME to wear bows in my hair, and anything else fun, festive and exciting that I haven't yet thought of...like, eat a bunch of chocolate and not feel bad about it:)

6) I really like chop chops from the rat.


I'll leave anyone interested with some quotes from my professors this semester:


"Lawyers aren't geniuses...the fact that the lights turn on? I still don't understand that..."

"Sobriety...I'm not big on that; Contracts? now that, I'm big on..."

"Think creatively...like the people at Enron...thats how you make money..."

"Go ahead nerd...calm down class, this is serious shit...."rescission"

"He found 200 bags of marijuana…and I don't know if you've ever seen 200 bags of marijuana, but it's a lot…"

Makes you wonder doesn't it?

Me Right Now

Here is an interesting story, that will serve as somewhat of a background to this post:

If i've already told you the story (which I probably have), then skip this part

My air conditioner was leaking pretty bad a few months ago (obviously it is now too, but it started then), and I told my landlord about the problem. A couple days later, creepy air conditioner fixer comes to fix it, and in doing so, simply changes the filter. Now I'm pretty sure that this was around the time that Katrina came through, so the power was down for some time shortly thereafter. (What do you know, he just came in...so it seems as though all my problems are solved, though I will continue the story since I still can't do anything with him here). After the power came back on, I don't remember being all that aware of the leak, or the door just remained shut, or it was actually fixed for awhile. Either way, there wasn't a problem until I went to get somthing out of that closet, which was for some reason, stuck to the carpet. This is when I knew there was a problem, though since the air had been off for awhile (being in the mid 60's here for almost a month, the carpet wasn't wet). Once I turned the air on again, a couple weeks later (about 3 days ago today), everything in there became moist, musty smelling, and downright disgusting. This includes toilet paper (that was green), extension cords, and a wicker basket, that I happen to like very much (which is pretty much ruined). So, I turn the air off again, to stop the flow of water, and the thing keeps dripping. I tell my landlord, and she sends creepy guy to fix it. His idea, again, was changing the filter. It only took me about an hour to figure out what he had done, and I went back down there. He came back up and proceeded to put sealant onto a wet pipe, thinking that somehow it would miraculously dry, and this is where the problem currently stands. The pipe is leaking something that resembles water, though it most likely has some sealant in it; the board under the air conditioner is wet and rotted, and the whole closet smells like complete hell. I'm curious as to see what the remedy is this time, but I'll assure you that it's nothing short of getting that smell the hell out of there, and stopping the leak.

Well, for the first time in awhile, I'm bored. Not because I have nothing to do though, but there is nothing I want to do right now, or anything that I can do, really.

1) I've tried reading for class, but it makes me fall asleep. Drink coffee? Yes, I am doing that right now, but this one cup isn't going to do it, and since I'm too lazy to make more, that's out of the question.

2) Read something else? Unfortunately, I have the same problem, falling asleep.

3) Take a nap? Not possible. If you saw the guy who is supposed to fix my air conditioner sometime this afternoon, you wouldn't sleep either.

4) Clean something? Well, what do you think I've been doing since I got home from class? This apartment is only so big.

5) I have no need to go to the grocery store, and if I did, I'd end up buying a bunch of chocolate, or candy or something else that I don't need to binge eat, simply out of sheer boredom.

6) Go complain about my broken air conditioner again? Well, my landlord doesn't believe in working after 2 on Fridays. Actually, she usually doesn't believe in working on Friday at all, and after 2 on most days during the week, so that's out of the question (especially since I was there about an hour ago)

7) Fix the air conditioner myself? Now we're getting somewhere. The more I think about it, the more I feel as though I could actually think of a better way to fix it. I think that the glass I put under the drip is the best thing that's been done about the situation since it started.

So where does that leave me? Putting up this post. It actually took me being this bored to even remember that I had a blog.

I've snacked on just about everything in this apartment, and am kinda full. I guess I could always get started on that bottle of pinot grigio in the fridge...though that would probably put me to sleep (see #3 above)...leaving that to be a horrible idea.

I suppose I could always take another shower, though since its so unbelievably hot in here, it'd probably defeat the purpose.

So I guess we'll see how long this takes, though I'm probably going to look wierd just sitting here while he works, since I feel like I've exhausted my only option, which was putting up this post, because I'm pretty sure if I leave right now, he'll just put a bucket under the drip and take off for the weekend.

Grades from last semester are finally starting to come in...and the first couple actually called for a celebration in my mind. So Joe and I are going to get dinner tonight, probably at Cheesecake Factory, or something awesome like that, and do a little shopping before I have to read for contracts all weekend.

I'll leave anyone interested with a question. What does tuition actually pay for? Because on top of the unbelievable amount of money that you pay for "tuition," you also have to pay for books, parking, living, groceries, copies, and the all-new "professor's class supplements." Someone please, justify the reasoning behind me spending $20 bucks on a supplement that is of really poor quality (as in, you can hardly see the words since they are so faded), and is in addition to the nearly $150 bucks I had to spend on hardcover casebooks for the same class. In contemplating the answer to that, take into consideration the fact that I can hook up my own computer to a room in the library, and print off any number of pages I want. I could print off a 300 page google search result and they wouldn't do a thing. I just don't understand this at all. Does the professor get the $20 dollars? Because I think we all know that it does NOT cost $20 dollars to make 200 2-sided copies, especially when I can do it downstairs for free.

Anyways, I'm going to check on the "progress" of the air conditioning situation...and keep my fingers crossed that he isn't simply putting another sealant on it...because that's what it looked like he was going to do when he came in...