Jeshikah

lol... I forgot about this...

Another baseball season dedicated to Brett fucking Favre. TMJ4 and Fox 6 aren't going to shut up...

Am I the only one a little distraught about Toy Story 3?! ... But I will definitely see it in theaters.

PS: I move out July 1st. Hollaaa!

Why today is good:
- After 1:30pm, I will be officially done with my first year of college.
- I ate an absolutely delicious tofu, chili, and hummus wrap in the Union.
- I probably get to see a bunch of people tonight that I haven't seen in ages.

Why today is bad:
- I got 45 minutes of sleep and had to be at UWM at 8am JUST to turn in a portfolio.
- I don't have an exam until 12:30, therefore I have nothing to do for a couple of hours.
- I left my Brewer tickets at home so I don't get to go to the game today.

Update on my life? Sure.
- I'm not a fan of these ads that sometimes show up at the bottom of LiveJournal posts...
- I randomly checked my voicemail yesterday and I had six unheard messages. Thanks for telling me, phone! But I still love my phone. Whatever.
- The only people I ever see anymore are Jeff and Ruthy. Oh, and I saw Alyssa this past weekend!
- I just ate a huge sammich in five minutes in the middle of the Union because I was so hungry that I had a headache. But eating the sammich that fast did not help my tumtum.
- I'm two exams, two portfolios, and a long essay away from being done with my first college year. And I pick classes out for next semester later today. It went fast.
- I officially have the duplex that dad and I both liked. Just need to move in now. Oh, and I'm probably living with two guys for the summer (not including brother). Goddamnit.
- Eowyn is home and happy, but needs to stay confined from cats for the rest of her life because her anti-rejection meds rape her immune system more than it should... And we have six cats other than her... Yeah...
- And a camera crew just sat next to me and I am pissed. Get outta my space.

My life is uneventful and I like it.

I've been feeling lonely lately (but who hasn't?!), three of my five classes assign huge papers to do each week, Eowyn is getting a kidney transplant this Tuesday and I don't think she's going to make it, and my dad just got married at the Virgin Islands to Cary and just happened to tell me when he got back. And now my mom and brother are both changing their last names to Schaefer.

Fan-fucking-tastic.

I quit.

PS: Yes, I know I just achieved Alyssa's number two thing on her list of what people do on LiveJournal.

Couldn't CC Sabathia wait a month to sign with the New York Yankees?

I am honestly having the worst month of my life (no exaggeration) and he just added on to it.

I'm really not looking forward to the next Brewer season. We have no depth in our starting rotation, we have a weak bullpen, and we have two everyday players still on the team who aren't capable of even hitting .230 for a year. We're so in trouble...

And in reality, Sabathia really does deserves all the money in the world for what he's done for the Brewers last season. But why the Yankees?! Any other team would have been fine. There is absolutely no way I can watch and cheer him on now because, to me, Yankees have always been and will always be the scum of the baseball world.

CC, my dear, you are no longer a CupCake...

This would totally happen to me...

http://www.cnn.com/2008/WORLD/asiapcf/11/22/panda.bites.man.china.ap/index.html

Regardless of the bites, surgery, and near-death experience, I'd still be really happy because I touched a panda. That's how incredibly lame I am.

Now let's add a painful nasal infection around and behind my right eye to the long list of shitty things that have happened to me in the past four days.

Fuck me.

God and/or Mother Nature hate me.

Sunday:
I usually watch Desperate Housewives with my mother each Sunday. The previous Sunday, she ditched me to go out drinking with Al. This past Sunday, I begged her to stay inside for ONCE. She's been repeatedly going out with Al, drinking, and coming home. Five days straight. I was sick of it. So, she decided to go out, again, and hang out with Al. But I knew she'd try and be home before Desperate Housewives. It was almost eight and I get a call from Al asking where my mom is. She's been missing for over an hour. We all text and call her cell about a million times. Absolutely no response. Al eventually drives to my house and my brother takes the opposite route to Richfield to look for her. Al gets to my house and we call the Brookfield cops looking for any possible accidents. No word. We finally get a call and my mom has been arrested and was taken to the Waukesha County Sheriff's Department. AWESOME.
Al and I get lost on the way there. We finally get to the building with a little help from Rachel and Peter. Now we don't know what door to go in. We call the number that was given to us and they proceed to give us some bogus directions that stated, and I directly quote, "Go up one more parking level and look for a lobby that sort of hangs out." Uhhh. Thanks? We end up walking around the entire building to just look for an open door. We finally figure out where to go and we go up to the window. Al hands over his drivers license and is asked if he's been drinking (because he has to take responsibility for my mom for the next twelve hours). We sign the sheet and wait. Apparently the woman didn't trust his word and breathalyzed him. Over the limit. DOUBLE AWESOME.
She asks him if he's been driving and he says I've been. Thanks a lot. So I lie and say, "I drove us here and we switched once we got to the parking lot because this building is unbelievably confusing." She mean mugs me and then asks for my drivers license. Oops! Didn't take it with me. Then I get this lecture about how I can't drive without my license and how we can't bail my mom out. I then call my brother, tell him to grab my license, and drive my car over to the department. He gets lost. I guide him to the building and I grab my license and ask for some assistance. It was at least thirty minutes until someone came out with the sheet of paper I had to sign. Five minutes later, the same butch-ass-cunt comes out with a breathalyzer to test me. This isn't procedure, by the way... I end up being rude to her because she's breathalyzing me to just be a cunt, so she took her sweet time getting my mom out of jail. Forty minutes later, my mom emerges with a DUI ticket for blowing .20 and she has no fucking remorse. I told her over and over again to watch what she drinks because if she ends up getting a DUI, she will lose respect from me. Completely and totally.
Obviously, I'm on awful terms with her.

Monday:
Yes! Rise Against and Alkaline Trio show with Rachel! Nothing can go wrong today! I picked Rachel up and it was snowing, but oh well. We end up going to Panera and eating some delicious food. Then we pulled out onto Calhoun and see a bunch of traffic going down that giant hill on Calhoun. Whatever, so I go over to Pilgrim. It took Rachel and I about fifty minutes to get to Bluemound. We get to Bluemound and it's ALL ice. We're stuck dead. It took us over an hour to get to the next set of lights (about two miles). It was about 8:30 and we still had a ways to go. We ended up saying fuck it because everyone was flagged over to Water Town Plank (major back up) and Wisconsin Avenue wasn't much better because most of Bluemound was shut down for icey roads and accidents. And from what I heard, I-94 was just as bad, if not worse.
So basically, I couldn't see my most favorite-est band in the whole world for the 40th time because of fucking weather. I just wanted to let out some anger and enjoy Rise Against because I haven't seen them in over a year. THANKS MOTHER NATURE!
But at least Rachel and I bonded over creepy ass men, music, coffee, an attractive cop, and things we shouldn't have found funny. That's always good.

Anyway. I'm just not going to school tomorrow. At all. I think it's best that I hide from the world because I feel like only bad things can happen to me if I leave the house.

To sum that all up: I hate mostly everyone and I need someone to start taking care of me before I snap and do something incredibly stupid.

I'm currently sitting in the Union. Very bored.

Today in English 101, we talked about texting and how people short hand absolutely everything. She asked me how I would rephrase a thesis she had on the board if I was texting it to a friend. She was shocked that I actually cared about grammar, spelling, and the such when talking to my friends. I don't think she understood how OCD I am and how obnoxious I find "u" and "2" are. Everyone ended up challenging me to see who texted faster. I won. But I think it's because I'm a loser and that's all I do. And having a Blackberry helps...

I'm going to Halloween Express tonight. My mom really, really wants to be the baseball player for this Halloween, so I decided to stick with the flapper. And since Jeff is a time-traveler, it all makes sense. But I need to find a feather boa, a long cigarette holder, and beads. I'm pretty sure I have the shoes and I definitely have the hat. I'm excited!

Life's good. I'm really enjoying college. :]

PS: He is such a babe...

I just got really excited to move into a place of my own this summer.
I'm planning on renting a place (that allows cats) somewhere in Wauwatosa with the extra money I have left over from my college fund since my dad saved up for a private school in Chicago. I only want to share the place with my brother because I know I won't be able to stand anyone else, regardless of who they are. It will be fantastic and fun and full of freedom.

I am still not fully convinced that college is real schooling.
I just found out that I have to get a B+ in Journalism & Mass Communication 101 to go on in my journalism major and I've been skipping almost every single lecture. But get this, the average for the midterm exam and the paper was a C and I got an A on both. Really, it doesn't feel like real school to me. I'm not that stressed out at all.

I have missed Larry a ton and I'm glad he's back for the weekend.
I missed ranting to him. I missed talking about relationships with him. I missed getting coffee with him. I missed shopping with him. I missed dragging him out of the house when I'm really bored. I missed himmmm! I need to make an effort to visit Larry in Minnesota so I can interrogate his friends to see if they're worthy for his friendship.

I enjoy the new friends I've made this year and how laid back they are.
I'm surprised that I made so many friends in college already, but I think it's because I'm a lot more approachable. It's great. Everyone is really laid back and no one cares about anything. At all. I'm not used to that, especially because I went to Brookfield East. I'm definitely liking (almost) everything that college has to offer.

I need to start standing up for myself and I think the perfect time to do that is now.
I don't even know where to begin. So many things happen with friends and with guys from school where I don't even say a thing. For example, the bet my class has on who will bang me first and when I found out, I hardly said a thing. Well, I'm done with that. I'm not taking bullshit anymore.

This past week has been nuts... Prince Fielder's walk-off two-run homerun on Tuesday. Tied the Mets for NL Wild Card with a two-hit game win on Wednesday. Ryan Braun's grand slam walk-off homerun on Thursday. Rickie Weeks' pinch hit two-run homerun on Friday against the Cubs giving us a one game lead on the Mets. Losing Saturday in a tough loss causing us tie with the Mets again. And then a complete game by CC Sabathia and a two-run homerun by Braun in the 8th leading us to win against the rival Cubs and ultimately letting us go to the playoffs.

Yesterday felt like a religious experience. Everyone around you praying that the Brewers make it to the playoffs. All of us wanted the same exact thing. After we watched CC Sabathia get the final two outs (double play), everyone went nuts. We then watched the Marlins vs Mets game on the jumbo tron. The final out of that game was almost a homerun, but thank god it wasn't. I can't even explain what happened after that. I was literally shaking from all the adrenaline. I saw grown men cry tears of joy after the Brewers clinched the NL Wild Card. I'm surprised I didn't cry, but I must admit that I was VERY close.

Gabe Kapler and Tony Gwynn, Jr. sprayed us with champagne (we were in the first row, field level). Confetti flying everywhere. Just thinking about me gives me the chills. Apparently Alyssa and I were on TV several times and we had our picture taken a lot. And Cary and dad were on TMJ4. I can't believe we were seriously part of Milwaukee history.

I really hope we do well in the playoffs. But if we don't, that's okay.

The flu is tearing me apart. If I feel queasy one more time, someone at UW-Milwaukee will die.

I want to quit college and spend the money on things from Urban Outfitters, Forever 21, and H&M.

I got asked out by a bro the other day. I politely declined, even though I felt incredibly guilty.

Haley is probably the most adorable person in the whole world.

And I'm super excited over this week's Saturday Night Live. Palin jokes, Michael Phelps, and Lil Wayne.

Weird! I haven't even touched my computer for two days. I think it's giving the Brewers bad luck. SHUTTUPIKNOWI'MSUPERSTITIOUS.

So, college... I don't mind it yet. Here is a mini rundown...

English: This class is going to suck balls and I have to call my teacher Deedee. How unbelievably awkward. It's obviously a lot of writing, but so far it all seems pointless to me. She told us it's a pass or fail class and we get no actual grades during the semester. I find that frustrating.

Baseball & Readings: This class is such a joke. I have one other girl in the class with me and we talked a lot on the first day. She seems incredibly nice. The rest of the class consists of boys... It's extremely weird. Extremely awkward. Also, I found out my exam for this class is just touring Miller Park. What. A. Joke. I love it.

Math: I have a really nice black man as my instructor along with a lot of bossy black girls in my class. It's hysterical. They all want the teacher's ass so badly. And I have no problem with Math because I know everything already, I just forget it easily and not taking it since Junior year certainly doesn't help.

Journalism & Mass Communication: This is the only lecture class I have and the only class I have Mondays and Wednesdays. And then discussions on Thursdays. The lecture has at least 300 people in it so attendance isn't required and everything is online. Anyway, we're eventually going to be talking about Disney, MTV, Batman, and the such so the subject doesn't seem too boring.

That's basically it. Oh! And on Tuesdays I have a three hour break between classes, but Jeff has the same three hour break so it's fantastic! I think I'll like college this semester.

RIP Charlie Bucket.
I knew you for three days, but I still loved you like you were always mine.




I hate humans. How can you let a loving cat out into the wild like that? With no claws, no teeth, and no sense of survival. None of this would have happened if it weren't for his his original fucking owners.

But I hope Charlie Bucket loved me. I really do. I'm so glad I took care of him every night and that he would purr whenever I would even poke him. He'd always curl up next to me, even though he only knew me for only a few hours. We're having him cremated though and he'll stay with me forever.

Please note that I have some of the best friends in the whole world. Thank you Elise, Rachel, and Larry for being there for me. Seriously. I have no idea what I would've done tonight if you guys weren't there.