8 Hours 1 Car Millions of Giggles

Roadtrip Tally Board (BORED)

Number of tumbleweeds counted on trip: 104

Funny Town Names: Leoti; WaKeeney; Kanorado: Wamego; Hoxie; Park (command? Request? Location for children to play?): Trego; Ogallah

Phrases spoken by Danni and Chris at the same time: LOTS (probably like ten)

Leftovers still in Colorado: 3 pieces of pizza, two chicken strips; half a biscuit; ¾ of a bag of shredded cheese; one carton of cookie dough ice-cream minus all the cookie dough pieces, and one spoon that got lost somewhere in the dishwasher

Number of obscene songs blared in the Christian school parking lot: Only 1 (Level of Obscenity: 8)

Days gone without Danni cursing: 4

Days gone without Chris cursing: 2

Number of times Chris drove off the road: TO COLORADO 15 FROM COLORADO 2

Amount of Subway dropped in Chris’s lap: many much bread crumblies

Maximum number of miles gone over the speedlimit: 24

Awkward introductions at Chris’s church: basically like 7

Number of church services attended 2 ½

Bitch moves by Chris: One Really Big One (big enough that there should be a song about it)

Creepy sort of stalkerish introductions: One. This one was bad enough that it covers and exceeds Chris’s bitch move.

FML blog: Alabama: 1 Colorado: 1 Kansas(s): 1

Traffic cones Danni was tempted to steal: hundreds

Hilarious commercials seen on TV: 2

Mexican meals eaten: 3

Number of drunk people seen at church: 1 (very drunk Mexican)

I took a roadtrip with my bestie/roomie this weekend…

It was one of those amazing adventures full of lots of little stories that I’ll probably remember for the rest of my life. So on a bright note really quick I finally finished my Jazz (De)Appreciation Class on Thursday, and once again I stayed up way too late the night before the last class to study for my test and finish my final paper and such… but Chris and I decided to make a cake at like midnight because it sounded good. We then realized that we were going to leave the next morning and it probably wasn’t the best idea to bake a cake because we wouldn’t get it eaten before we left and we weren’t sure it would be good when we returned on Monday evening. Unfortunately by the time we thought through all of this we had already put the cake in the oven so there was no turning back. We put the cake in at 12:18 and took it out at 1 something…. It was a beautiful cake so we put it in the fridge finished up our stuff for the night and went to bed. The fate of the cake was still to be determined. The next morning we went to our last class and then had a cheery little lunch in the caf before heading out. You will be happy to hear that the cake was rescued from the fridge and was brought as a passenger in the backseat.

Now let me tell you something about Kansas(s)… it’s ugly. It’s downright ugly. We drove through a flat, foggy state for 4 ½ hours with creepy abandoned farms and houses without roofs and roofs without houses. It’s creepy. Creepy plus ugly = Kansas(s)….but anyway, back to the cake. It was a naked cake. It didn’t have any frosting or sprinkles or anything. Poor lonely cake in the backseat. :/ Things got better for the cake because…. We frosted the cake as we crossed the border from Kansas(s). Not only did we frost it, but we put sprinkles on it too. Did we plan for it to happen as we crossed the border? No…but I think it was a subconscious celebration because we were leaving the ugly fog (horror movie like) state.

An amazing thing happened the first night in Colorado. I went to sleep at 10:30. That’s ridiculously early for me. Like incredibly early. I just thought that would be worth mentioning.

Friday was cool… I saw the mountains for the first time in my life. It was totally amazing. J They’re so big…. It was definitely a new thing for me. While gazing upon the mountains I realized two things about Colorado. 1. Everyone has big dogs that they like to take for walks. 2. Everyone in Colorado has a bike. I met Chris’s brother’s girlfriend Jen on Friday….but not her brother. That made me laugh. We went to Macy’s and I bought a super cheap dress and had French fries from a McDonalds that appeared to have part of a train car attached to the back….? It was weird. We went to Chris’s grandparent’s house and had burritos for dinner. This is where a slight dent got put in my day… I stole property from a senior citizen in a ferocious game of card Monopoly. I don’t think I’ll ever live it down. Things got a little better when Chris and I went to Walmart and bought socks and ice cream… We somehow managed to pack for Colorado without either of us packing socks.

Saturday we took a trek up into the mountains… We saw lots of cool stuff up there in the mountains like deer and elk and all that cool stuff. It was really cold way up there in the mountains. Not just chilly, not just cold….like really cold, ungodly cold in my opinion. Elk and deer are cool, but the best thing spotted on the mountain? A crazy girl getting married ON the frozen lake. It was windy and cold and you wouldn’t think anyone would want to be outside at all, but there she was, a girl in a gorgeous dress getting married out there on the lake. I was impressed. Confession: I fail as a friend. On the way back down the mountain, I (accidentally) alluded to my bestie’s delinquency in front of her mother. Not on purpose, but my brain doesn’t function as well in higher elevation and so it wasn’t really thought about as it came out of my mouth.

That night, we went to King Soopers… the name alone makes me a little confused. It’s not Super…or Souper…. I’m not sure what Sooper is…. Anyway…. Chris and I went to buy dinner (Totino’s and Doritos with cheese) and while we were there we randomly started doing that whistle thing…where you whistle downhill and then make the explosion sound at the end. We got really elaborate with it and added the sound of people running away screaming after the explosion sound. We just happened to be walking past an elderly woman as we were amusing ourselves and she added a “mmraw” maybe to feel more included? Or maybe just to humor us. We consequently burst into giggles. So much so I couldn’t walk.

Sunday was something new. We got up at the crack of dawn and went to church where I sat very still and focused very well. I met a lot of people whose name’s I don’t remember, but I did count seven of them who grabbed my elbow as they said “So nice to meet you…” I do remember meeting Matt (her ex boyfriend) He gave the creepiest introduction ever. He like came up and shook my hand and was like “Hey Danni it’s nice to finally meet you…” One of my pet peeves is when people assume something. It seems cocky to me…. I’d never met him before, I didn’t have any clue who he was until Chris pointed him out to me, but he popped right up and knew who I was. It was creepy and uncomfortable. This is where I insert the best story of the whole trip:

Chris still had two of Matt’s rings and she was going to return them to him. She pointed him out to me at church and was like hey that’s him right there. I just want to say that Chris is really pretty. Matt reminds me of a short 40 year old. The only thing he was missing was a sweater vest, but Chris told me that he owns one….just saying. Now Chris is dating a great guy now and she proudly wears his class ring on the middle finger of her right hand. While Chris and I were discussing how she should give Matt his rings back, she and I joked about handing them to him with her right hand just to sort of flash the new ring. We both decided that would be low, and that she should do it some other way. There was some casual conversation before Chris reached into her pocket with her RIGHT HAND and pulled out his rings. She held out her hand in a fist with the shiny new ring gleaming in the church lobby lights and said “I have a present for you…”. Now I immediately realize that this is the hand….the no no hand. The new relationship hand. The hand we had just decided wouldn’t be the nicest way to give his rings back. Apparently Matt noticed too because he touched the ring. He was all like staring at it…he touched it and everything before Chris decided to tell him to open his hand. It was a long moment. I saw the whole thing in slow motion. Matt didn’t even put them in HIS pocket…he handed them to his friend. There was some more casual conversation about random stuff. I also want to point out, that he was holding a bright pink napkin full of grapes through this whole conversation. Now maybe I’m the only one who finds that amusing, but I thought it might be worth mentioning. Kass, maybe you understand why I find it funny. We have since called this “The Bitch Move” as you saw in the above Roadtrip Tally Board (BORED).

After all that we went to another church and listened to more church during which I sat in the back with Chris texting, laughing, and paying no attention whatsoever. We were there to see Chris’ beloved friend Miriam. Thing I learned at this church: the Pastor wasn’t sure what he was saying “…I’m not saying (insert something here) I’m just saying….(insert other something here)”. Now, while at this church, a very drunk Mexican man who called himself “Daniel” wandered in and requested very loudly several times to ‘see the music’. I thought it was incredibly funny. Guess where we went after that….? Back to church. This time we hung out in the lobby with Chris’s fathers’ body guards. They were cool. One of them…the one with spiky hair told us a story about when he was a cop some guy got hit in the face with the handle of an ax and his lip was like hanging off his face or something…. It was a cool story. We had leftovers for dinner and decided to have cake and ice cream one last time. We had been eating cake and ice cream since we got the ice cream Friday night, but we got like this all natural chocolate chip cookie dough ice cream because it was cheap so it tasted a little funny. So Sunday night, we decided the best thing to do with the ice cream would be to melt it a little and then pick out all of the cookie dough pieces, because they didn’t taste weird. We were super successful and picked out all of the pieces before putting the carton back into the freezer, where it is still sitting because we forgot to dispose of it. After thoroughly enjoying our ice cream we played card Monopoly. It was brutal. I won the last game and was very proud of myself. Now that I think about it, I was in bed before midnight every night in Colorado. I stayed in the guest room with this HUGE bed. It was amazing. I’ve been sleeping in a twin size bed for the past like four years….it was a refreshing change. What was not refreshing was that I’m not good at sleep walking in a new location. Sometimes in the dorm I get up to go to the bathroom but I’m still sort of sleeping so I don’t open my eyes. I have the path to the bathroom memorized. Six steps forward then two to the left then two to the right and two more forward out the door to the hall. In Chris’ guestroom the path to the bathroom is not the same. I got up Friday night to go to the bathroom forgot where I was, didn’t open my eyes….took six steps forward, two to the left and then two more forward and walked into the closet.

Tonight when I wake up to go to the bathroom I can follow the path in my brain safely. I thoroughly enjoyed Colorado… the horrendously long eight hour drive was worth it. I love my roomie.

"He's the devil in disguise, a snake with blue eyes, and he only comes out at night..."

So today has pretty much been the day from Hades. I slept right through my alarm and was late for work. I've done this a lot, so I lied and told the supervisor that my truck had died. I feel awful about it, but I don't do well under pressure.

As I've said, I work at the bookstore on campus, and they give their employees free shirts and assign us certain ones to wear during the first week. Free bookstore clothing, great, right? Not today. Our Thursday shirt is red, with those really awful light brown/dark brown buttons, it's 100% cotton and long-sleeved so I'm roasting and itching.

Spanish class wasn't too bad, but then I had 45 minutes to find my backpack and get to work. No big deal, except it's raining and cold outside(even though it's hot in the building where I work. Go figure.) so I take the shuttle. A little before 11:00(aka, when everyone REALLY needs to get to class), the shuttle driver drives down to the transit station(way out of the way of the route) and switches with another driver. When we finally got to my dorm, I went to the far end of the parking lot to my truck(no backpack) and went to my room(still no backpack). The only other thing I did last night after I left my boyfriend's(when I know I had it) was ride the shuttle, since one of my friends drives. I went to the campus police - no backpack. So I'm hoping that since my friend is new, he grabbed it and just didn't know the right way to report it, or grabbed it since he knew it was mine and took it home. If not, someone stole it :( And I'll have to buy all the lost textbooks and rent new ones.

After all that, I had another shift at work, and was late AGAIN because of all the running around. Then I've got half an hour before my organic lab, the bane of my existence(I hate organic lab).

I'll let you know how all this turns out. Basically, life sucks today. But here are a few things good that happened(I'll try to come up with five):

1) My roommate's alarm did go off, right before I had to be at work. If not for that, I would have probably slept through my first shift and possibly my first class.
2) We drew for presentation dates in Spanish today, and Cindy and I are not first. We're almost exactly in the middle, which in my opinion is the best place to be. We're presenting sometime in early March.
3) I had a Mountain Dew before Spanish.
4) Carrie Underwood's song Cowboy Casanova just came on the radio. That's my fave song right now.
5) Amanda, my coworker for this shift, has been super awesome about taking care of everything since I'm so stressed. All my coworkers are like that.

~Kassius~

Wait...what's his name???

Last night I stayed up working on a fabulous presentation for my Jazz Appreciation Class.
Honest to God I think it was the most amazing presentation I've ever put together in my life.
You know how people say stuff about having to do something to save their life.... "sing to save her life..."
This power point was so good, it could have saved my life and two others, no joke.

So anyway about 5:30 am I finally finished and saved my amazing power point, copied it to my hard drive and took a nap before my 8:30 class.

FAST FORWARD --->

8:30 AM Yes...I think I got out of bed at 8:34 for my 8:30 class. I dragged out of bed, grabbed my hard drive and sprinted across campus to class. I walked in at 8:42 and tried not to fall asleep as everyone else gave their presentations. It came to my turn and I got up to give the best presentation of my life.

There were two small problems

1) My power point didn't save on my hard drive. IT WAS GONE!!! :/ My entire presentation was missing.
2) I couldn't remember the name of the guy I did my presentation on.

Lucky for me, I am a critical thinker and was able to solve both of these problems.
Solution for problem 1) I gave my presentation from memory.
2) I didn't use the guys name.

Solution 2 sounds like it wouldn't work, but I did in fact get away with it. :) I avoided using his name at all, hoping that someone would let it slip out, but no one did.....UNTIL: I started talking about the album that I was reviewing and my favorite classmate Lacey mentioned that she was doing the same BILL EVANS album. :) She saved my butt and didn't even know it. :)

Guess who got an A on their presentation? I DID!

Feel the Jazz Fusion....Feed the fish...

Question: Is it possible to overfeed the fish?? --> Those fish over there on the right?


I want to find out, but I have a strange attachment to them and definitely wouldn't want to lose them. :( So for now, I will use some self control and only click it a few times instead of a few hundred.


Today's reason for posting is that I too have discovered that rapping is amazing. :)


Today in my Jazz (De) Appreciation Class, we were listening to the "swinging feel" of Keith Jarrett while standing so we could better feel the rhythm so we could better appreciate the percussionist's talent. I woke up at 8:15 for my 8:30 class so standing there appreciating the music wasn't gong too hot at 9 am... I will say though, that I wore my hood on my way to class today. :) I don't usually wear my hood because it messes up my hair, but it was cold so I sore it anwyway and discovered it made me feel really gangsta. :) I think I'll be wearing my hood a lot more often. The fusion of my cool ghetto feel and my extreme newfound hate for Jazz music inspired me to write a rap. :)

It goes a little something like this:

Head bobbin...

Eyelids droppin...

Big yawn...

Leadin to my blank mind drawn.

Feelin slower...

Energy level drops lower...

Now you know what it is when I do what I do,

But for now I'm just waitin for class to be through

'Cause class is demanding

I'm damn tired of standing....

Here in this classroom waiting...

Waiting all day to learn a whole bunch of shit

And still have nothing to say.

WORD.

Lol. I hope you enjoyed it as much as I do. ;)

Until I get bored again,
Danni <3

Help! I've Been Cloned!

Random fact about Kassy: I have a look-alike at my university.

Now, I know we all get mixed up with other people from time to time. Could happen to anyone. What convinces me that I really do have a look-alike is the skepticism on people's faces when I tell them that I'm not this girl.

She's apparently my year, too, or pretty close to it, because I first heard about her during my very first semester at my job at the campus bookstore(my freshman year) and just heard about her again last week(I am now a junior).

Freshman year, I was checking out textbooks to some guy, who did a double take, got all excited, and said, "You live at the BSU, right?!" Up until that second, I hadn't even known that people could live at the Baptist Student Union - I thought it was just like a meeting place or something. Anyway, I denied it. He looked at me like I was trying to play a trick on him and said, "No...you're Whitney's roommate, right?" I have never had a roommate named Whitney or anything remotely close, so I denied it again. In jest, I commented, "Maybe I have a look-alike or something." I'm beginning to think that I was more right than I suspected.

Sophomore year, I met a guy named Sam in my Spanish class. We talked a little bit, back and forth, and he seemed nice enough. About a month in, he asked me, "Hey, are you in any math classes this semester?" I wasn't, and told him this. He looked confused. "Oh, so you're not in algebra?" Well, no, that would be a math class, wouldn't it? I answered no. "That would explain it..." Apparently my look-alike is in his algebra class, and she always reacted a little strangely when he said hello. He'd wondered why I was being unfriendly. Sam is now one of my best friends, and we joke about this every now and then.

You get the idea. Some guy in the library last spring asked if I was in his sociology class, and I'm not even entirely sure what sociology is. Last week, I was checking out some guy's books, and after some hesitation and sideways glances, he asked if I'd taken a biology lab last semester, which I had not. I've gotten accustomed to saying, "No, but I do have a look-alike at this school. It may have been her." One of my coworkers pointed out that the same thing probably happens to her, and she's probably sick of being asked questions about renting textbooks.

Hello? Look-alike? Come out, come out, wherever you are.

~Kassius~

Today....

Today has been quite a day...
I have spilt cough syrup on myself at least four times.
I dreamt about cow races.
Learned that "cows" actually pops up at "boys" when using T9 on your phone.
Today's date is a pallendrome. 01/11/10 :) it's the same forwards and backwards.
I also discovered that there is a phobia of pallendromes it's called aibohphobia. :) I laughed.
I'm branching out in life.... Last night I ate Mac and Cheese out of the pan, and drank orange juice straight out of the carton.
I also discovered how slydiexic I get when I'm sick....
"I'm like a seal! I can balance a nose on my ball!!"
"I have been hydrating! I drank the banana and ate a whole water!!"
"Hello and welcome to the state of dil-illusions"
Yes, I have a talent.... I know.

One Thought, and One Thought Only

It should not be so cold outside that exposure to the outdoors for a short length of time can cause frostbite.

That is all.

~Kassius~

Oh, Those Potato Guys...

So, yes, I am aware that I just posted yesterday, but...something random happened!

(For those who don't know, at the restaurant Lambert's, there are the usual waiters who take care of drinks and orders in different sections of the restaurant, and there are also several who throw rolls[yes, literally, throw rolls] and carry around fried potatoes, fried okra, macaroni and tomatoes, and other goodies.)

Today, I went to Lambert's with my friend Liz. As she is attractive, and I suppose I am too - the following story would imply so - there was quite a bit of male attention directed toward our table. There were a few waiters that came up and flirted at first, but eventually they had to go and do their jobs, and we had a few minutes to ourselves.

The song Black Betty started playing in the restaurant. I enjoy that song, so I was rocking out to it at the table, bobbing my head around and such. One of the waiters who hadn't stormed us in the initial moments when we sat down, one of the more attractive ones on staff, walked by and asked, "You enjoying the music?" As per the usual when a waiter or waitress talks to a customer, my mouth was entirely full of food at the moment, so I just smiled and nodded. He proceeded to tell me how all the songs were on a loop consisting of about 100 songs("or 112, if I had to guess") and how it had been playing since Labor Day, and how annoying it was becoming. He talked like this for a few minutes, while I sympathized. When he finally left, Liz proceeded to tell me that "someone thinks you're a hottie!" This, of course, caused me to catch the giggles that I had been trying so hard to avoid.

We continued with our wonderful dinner, until our friend came back, accompanied by the guy who passes out the fried potatoes.

Fried Potato Guy: Would you ladies like some potatoes?
Liz and I: Yes, please.
*fried potato guy gives Liz potatoes and turns to me*
Waiter: Yeah, give her a lot.
*fried potato guy gives me twice the normal serving of potatoes*
Fried Potato Guy: Wow, I am SO SORRY! I have NO IDEA how that happened!
Waiter: *winks* Muscle spasm, Collin?
Fried Potato Guy, aka Collin: Yeah, I guess so. Happens all the time, really, it does.
*fried potato guy and waiter continue their banter about muscle spasms*
*Liz and I laugh. A lot.*

We were mostly left in peace for the remainder of our dinner, though the waiter did glance our way a lot. When we got up to leave, he happened to be nearby, and proceeded to drop what he was doing to walk up and say, "Have a good evening!" I told him to do the same, and managed to hold in the giggles until I got out the door. When we got home and my parents asked if I had any leftover food, I told them about the potatoes. I wasn't going to tell them why, but Liz did. They just laughed and my father said, "Well, that's not exactly the worst thing ever." My parents get kind of crazy about free food...

That's all for now. Here's to leftover potatoes...for the next three meals.

~Kassius~

Things of Today...

I discovered that Taco salad is the only time it's normal to eat chips with a fork.
I learned that if you fold all of your shirts to be exactly the same size when you put them in the dresser, and you tuck them inside one another, you can pull all of the shirts out of the dresser by pulling on the collar of the top shirt....
I tripped. UP the stairs. :(
Also, the highlight of my day....
I went to the gas station and accidentally tried to pay for my skittle with my driver's liscense. The guy laughed and gave me my skittles for free. :) HAPPY CAMPER.
Not too exciting, but I'm bored and wanted to say something.

The Rants of Kassius: Part One

Every now and then, things make me angry, as with anyone, and my chosen method of dealing with anger is to rant.

Today, one of my SEMO friends joined a group on Facebook called #1 Rule: No Fat Chicks!!! I'm not just going to go with the obvious rant about how demeaning and horrible that is, how superficial it is to judge someone by their appearance, on how hurtful and pointless it is to do so on Facebook. No, I'm going to be a little bit more mean than that, because I know over half of the guys in this group, and I'm going to tell you just why these guys don't need to be complaining about "fat" girls.

First of all, no guy needs to be complaining about that. You know what, we all look different. We were made that way, and we should be proud. Girls that are not a size 2 have a hard enough time being okay with the way they look, without guys doing things like this. It's too hard for them to appreciate what is uniquely beautiful about their body types - like some of them being taller, others actually having curves, a lot of gorgeous faces, and the fact that a lot of guys are attracted to bigger girls - when they're constantly being put down about it. I'm one of those - I'm not fat, nor am I skinny by any means, but I do have pretty decent curves. Our lovely Danni is tall, gorgeous, and not fat by any reasonable definition. We have another friend, Kristen, that is an absolute unquestioned drop-dead beauty - more beautiful than anyone that any of these guys will ever have. But is she a size two? No, she's not. My bestie Rachel, my little sister, my roommate Lori...you want a list of beautiful women who aren't skinny, I could go on and on...

Second, I'm mad enough to come right out and say it - a few of these guys are pretty fat themselves. I mean, if you'd met them, you'd know...talk about hypocritical. What if we made a group against fat guys? You'd be whining like little babies. You know what, drop a pound or fifty, and then...wait, you'll still be a jerk, won't you? Well, then, I guess eat some more Twinkies, and merry Christmas to you too.

Third, almost to a person, in this group, these are the types of guys to sit around all day on their computers, in front of their video game systems, and otherwise indoors with their eyes glued to some kind of a screen. What, have you been indoors in your own house for so long that you've forgotten what girls actually look like? Real girls don't all look the same. Beautiful isn't one specific look. Get used to it.

And lest you think that this group only applies to girls who weigh over 400 pounds or something(which is STILL not okay - you never know when it's a medical condition or something, and you shouldn't be judging by that anyway. There are beautiful women who weigh a considerable amount - Queen Latifah comes to mind), let me clarify: The admin of this group has himself called me fat before. Now, again, I am not by any means skinny, but I don't weigh 400 pounds or anything close to it. I'm not fat - or at least, my boyfriend doesn't seem to think so...

Well, I'm kinda running out of steam, so I'm gonna wrap things up here. I'm not normally such an angry person, really. Some guys just need to grow up.

~Kassius~