Skiing = Amazing

Photos from this past weekend when Jamie, Meredith and I Went Skiing at Song Mountain!

Here's to being broke

I hate cops. I hate speed limits.

The one time I'm actually going fast for a reason I get pulled over -- there's justice for you.

166 buckaroos - great... I have about half of that in my wallet. Spec-ama-tacular.
Mind you the fine was 75 - but the fee's more than fucking double it... so the cops can fucking pocket half the money. Bullshit.

The legal system really is bullshit - but more on that in a future post.... here's to being broke:

Looks like the only place I'm eating at is those I have gift cards to aka - LOTTIE.

Need Tampons? oh well - you're broke - be glad you just got over it.

Coffee? Maybe if you use flex...

Books for class? maybe next semester

paper for printing? well you have enough for maybe a week...

paycheck? not coming for another 2 weeks and then will have to be used to pay off my debt

maybe i an sell my liver?

Laundry? HAH all the quarters have been turned into dollars.... maybe if i rub old dryer sheets on them it will cover up the smell...

Loan? yeah right - i'll never make the money back

here's to being broke.

Ice Tea

Despite the South's constant attempt to rid the world of Unsweetened No Lemon Ice Tea in drink and mix form I have discovered that it is possible to make "Just Plain Ice Tea" from scratch. I know - scary concept - but it is okay - you'll survive.

Some key things to note on making "JP Ice Tea":

1. Make sure to use a tea bag of a tea you actually enjoy.

2. You must make hot tea - you cannot just put tea bags in cool or room temperature water - heat the water than add tea bags (See picture) Hot water takes less time and provides better taste even though it does take longer to cool.

(Left: 2 tea bags in hot water seeping for 10 minutes Right: 3 tea bags seeping for 24 hours)

3. When Refridgerating make sure it is not too cold to freeze.

4. You must also remember that you made the Ice Tea and Drink it!

Yes, I know, I'm always so helpful!!!

Have a Spec-ama-tacular Day!

Stalker Link and Facebook

So while showering today I began to think (you know we all do our best thinking in the shower). And I thought and thought and suddenly it hit me - Stalker Link. Stalker link is less stalkerish than facebook and we all hate it. We hide personal information and our pictures and majors and box numbers and extentions because "people don't have the right to know that" and "I don't want weird people looking me up."

Riiiiighhht because the same people who hide information on IrisLink/Stalker Link don't freely put it on facebook.

(Left: Stalker Link, Right: Facebook)

Why the double standard? Simply because you entered it? Wasted ten hours putting it there and clicking add to friends?

Oi I understand this not! Why can't we have one system for email. One system for messenging. One system for lazy friend making. One system for announcing events. And above all WHY CAN'T WE HAVE ONE SYSTEM FOR STALKING PEOPLE?

The terror of Facebook

Facebook - Why did I do it?!

I swore to myself for a year that I wouldn't sign up. I held to it. I loved it. I had free time.

But NOOO I haadd to just go what the heck I have MySpace so why not TRY facebook??!?!?!?!



And now - I CHANGE MY MIND AND MY LIFE HAS DISSAPEARED.

I still don't know how to do half the things on it but my entire day is spent wondering "has anyone added me to their friends list? or posted on my wall? or linked me to a picture?"

Why do we college students really care?

Why do I join buddy chats with people down the hall from me when I could just stand up, walk down the hall, and go see their beautiful face.

We are lazy. Thats it. Nice and simple laziness.

Thanks Facebook for making me even more lazy.
Now I don't need to hang out with someone to establish friendship all I have to do is click a button.

NASTAR

NASTAR

Check that out.
Its a site with my race results.
Wicked cool eh?

Sorry I haven't posted much - school just started up again.

Will be back in the swing in a few days!!!


Till then enjoy dreaming of me.

And my massive pine cone.