Aimee Carmen Megan Robert Barcelona (March 7-11)

As some of you may know I'm currently on a epic seven week adventure. I'm hoping to keep the blog fairly updated with my goings about, but I have already started out poorly as we head to London tomorrow and I have yet to blog at all about Barcelona. I shall now add I have been in London for a week and I am just now adding this. 

So, let's begin at the beginning. After an overnight to flight to London Heathrow Airport Aimee, Megan and myself were so tired and stressed that we missed our flight to Barcelona. Long story short British Airways was terrible to us and I'll be writing them a strongly worded letter, but any who we arrived to Barcelona a few hours behind schedule, caught a cab and met Robert at our hotel (The TRYP Apolo if you ever need a recommendation). So Barcelona is amazing. They have an excellent metro system that is super easy to navigate and they have the most amazing landscape. You can see the mountains and the Mediterranean at the exact same time. It's amazing. The people here speak Spanish and Catalan, but many of them speak enough English to to get you by. It's interesting because restaurants are so different in terms of service. Service is slow and you have to flag down the waiter/waitress to get anything done. It's been hard for us to do because we have to be what seems rude to get service. We're getting used to it and everyone seems to like us for the most part, so no complaints. 

Day 1 (Wednesday):

It was dark when we arrived on Wednesday, so basically we walked across the street to an outdoor restaurant to eat (most places here have outdoor seating, but many times you have to pay extra to sit outside, but I'd say it's usually worth it here). We were at a little joint called Pepe's 2. Yeah, so that should have been our first warning. Any who we order two pizzas and after waiting for a significant amount of time Megan notices a man walking down the street with our pizzas. YEP, that's right. Pepe's 2 was outsourcing from the pizzeria down the street. No comment. Then we basically went to bed. I should probably also explain that in Barcelona no one eats dinner until after 10 p.m. and bars close at 2-3 a.m. while clubs stay open until 6 a.m. In-freaking-sane. 


Day 2 (Thursday):


No one had slept the day before. Flying overnight and missing a flight and not eating dinner until 10 made us all exhausted. So we slept until 1 p.m., even though alarms were set. Sue us. We needed sleep. So then we decided to use the rest of the afternoon to just walk around and explore the fabulous city. We were able to go to the Barri Gotic (Gothic Quarter) and walk down the Las Ramblas (a famous street that mostly just has shops and other things attracting tourists and pickpockets). We stopped at a little cafe because it was crowded (the universal sign for not being a part of the Pepe's 2 conglomerate) and grabbed some late lunch to eat and walk. This is where the fun begins. We fond a fountain in the town square and sat down to eat when we noticed a loud commotion not to far ahead of us at a restaurant and we saw about 25 grown men in black tshirts who were all completely plastered. Let's remember this is 4 pm on a THURSDAY. We turns out they were a group of British's guys on a Stag Party trip (Bachelor Party) for Les. Why do we know the bachelor in question was Les? Because each male had on a shirt with the face of the groom to be (complete with a twinkle in his eye) "Stag Do" written on the front and "Barco 2012" with their names on the back. So apparently we call Barcelona Barco now. We met various members of the group, including, but not limited to, Les, Jason, hot Peter (I added the hot) and Nobby. Yes, Nobby. Debauchery on their end followed and Aimee almost got pushed into a fountain. I wish I had asked if anyone needed a date to the impending nuptials. Either way. We have now coined a phrase. If something is amazing it's a "stag do." If it isn't it's a "stag don't." We then went to have a looksie at the Sagrada Familia and realized we were going to need to come back in the morning so we could go inside. More on that visit later. We then walked to the Parc Guell. This place is amazing. Just Google it. We walked forever before we realized that we had literally gone up the side of a mountain and had the most amazing views in the entire city. I've never been anywhere like this place. To be able to see both the ocean and the mountains at the same time is just beyond belief. On our walk back we found an adorable, little restaurant and the manager was basically a pixie who spoke all languages. We got a bottle of cheap champagne and congratulated ourselves on a day well done. A stag do, if you will. 


Day 3 (Friday):
Today was a sight seeing, hard core day. We actually decided to fork over the Euro to go inside the Sagrada Familia. Best. Decision. Ever. Amazing. Rainbows and happiness abounded. We were in there forever and even hoards of school children could not throw us off course. From this point we basically walked all over the entire city and we also learned that stopping into a bar mid day and knocking back a glass of champagne is totally normal, at least from what we observed. From this point we basically walked the entire city of Barcelona. Don't say we didn't because we absolutely did. We made it down to the beach, which was ranked by National Geographic as the best urban beach in the world, but it was too damn cold to tell. I did see a man straight up changing from his wet suit into his pants in what was to be considered a not so hidden corner. Disturbed. Skipping to dinner we had the most amazing goat cheese, honey and walnut pizza. Don't even turn your nose up until you've had it. We ended the night at a bar where a strange Russian high fived me and a drag queen translated her show for us in English. So yeah. Top that America! 


Day 4 (Saturday):
I don't have the foggiest idea what happened on Saturday except for that we met a guy at a clothing store who's name was Alejandro, but he hates Lady GaGa (obsessed with Beyonce though). I had the most amazing dinner of my entire life, we got made fun of by some French guys in Abercrombie clothes (yeah, they made fun of us) and  Bartenders gave us shots, we were able to get Ke$ha played, no one could tell us anything about rap and when we asked for hip hop the answer we received, was "like Sean Paul?" Um no, not like that. We had people tell us they were from Miami, but had never heard of Atlanta (hence you are not from Miami - liars) and danced with randoms. Got home at 5 a.m. Typical Barco Saturday night. :) Oh wait, I just remembered! We went up to the amusement park on Tibidabo this day. Amazing views. What isn't amazing is that they advertised a Ferris Wheel, but they don't have one anymore. Also, Spanish people had no clue what we were talking about when we said Ferris Wheel. Ummm, "Ferris" is the last name of the man who invented the ride, so is it really called something different in Spanish? Also, you must go to the Placa De John F Kennedy to get there. So Spanish. 


Day 5 (Sunday):
Everyone was exhausted so we slept until lunch. We went to the Picasso museum, FREE after 3 p.m. on Sundays. Clever! Watched some street youths get kicked out for misbehaving. We were super low key this day. By this point Barcelona had completely worn us down. 


Day 6 (Monday):
London Bound! Dets to follow. 


Adios! 

New Directions

For those of you who normally read this blog, you'll probably think this one sucks. Mostly because this one is not going to be very funny. I could always write about the Grammys or the strange people I've met since I got a dog, but y'all know me and I'm pretty sure you can imagine exactly my reactions and what I would say. So I think this blog is more about the things I thought about while I sat by myself on Valentine's Day.

I've been thinking about all the friends I've made over these past 8 years since I graduated from high school. And how many I never see anymore. And this is mostly my fault, I know. Now I'm a more concerned than ever. For these past four years I've been surrounded by people who are going in the same direction as me and it has made life easier. It's allowed for me to basically pretend I'm still not an adult. Even while my other friends are living these married with children adult lives I have been allowed to continue living like a kid. And thankfully, this is because of my friends here at school. Now I know my real life is coming faster than a speeding train. After a week spent traveling the southeast for residency interviews my mother was asking me about where all my friends are going next year. This was when I really realized how quickly everyone I've come to trust and be close to will be dispersing. And I'll possibly be leaving too.

So how does this relate to Valentine's Day? Nothing really, but it got a thought process started about my life and it just happened to happen on VDay. Essentially, I'm always alone of Valentine's Day. I'm always so jealous of the fact that other people have someone on that day. I've always prided myself to be adaptable to other personalities and I've always felt like relationships should be easy for me because I adapt. But they never have been. I think being adaptable has been my code word for doormat. Which is such crap since I'm not a doormat on a lot of other things. I don't even like the term doormat. I consciously let other people make decisions in relationships; they don't walk over me. But for the first time I think things maybe make sense. Everyone knows I fall in love with everything. I think this makes me me, but it makes decision making hard. So I think life is helping me learn to make decisions. I think Ringo showed up on my doorstep to teach me to love something that lets me make all the decisions. I think I'm living in Europe for 7 weeks so I can have the chance to love a city. A city where I don't have to focus on daily life interrupting my love. I can just love unconditionally. I think I've been given the chance to interview for all the positions I applied for so I can learn to love a job and be happy to go to work in the morning or night or weekend. My whole life I've had big, unrealistic dreams. But lately many of them don't seem as unrealistic as they once were. I know what I'm being told. If my perfect Valentine's person had already been presented to me I would have given up chances in order to be adaptable. I think I'm being given the unique opportunity to live my life with no restraints. To fall in and out of love with anyone and everything I want to. One day someone is going to come along and I'm going to know how to live life. And I'll be ready, because at that point I will have done everything I have wanted to do alone and I'll be ready to do things as a pair. I'll be able to stand on my own two feet and know the difference between real love and my infatuation with love. In the next few years I will have accomplished things I never thought I would do. I'm not discrediting those who are already married or anything like that at all and I never would. Everyone has to make the decisions that are right for them. But if my life had gone a different way and I had given into jerks I would never know all the things I could do with my life because that's how my personality works.

So I'm just gonna let people keep asking me if I'm single or seem confused as to why I'm still not the pharmacist at the local grocery store. Meanwhile I'll be out falling in love with everything I come across and learning to be me as an adult. And one day Valentine's Day might not suck, but if it does I can always just go back to London and fall in love all over again.

Hold On To Sixteen As Long As You Can

So every three days Johnathan makes me feel totally insufferable by telling me that I'm not going to get a book deal if I don't write a damn blog. So to get him off my back I thought I'd come back to it. Also, I cried for the entire last 30 minutes of Glee and this is a pretty good indication that I have some intense emotions going on that we all know can only be handled when I write meaningless rambles. I don't have a single topic. So stream of consciousness will start now. If at any point this sounds like I've gotten distracted I'm watching these idiots on House Hunters move to Singapore and then seem confused that their teenage daughter is acting like a "diva." Is this a dumbass convention? You moved her from the UNITED STATES to SINGAPORE. I shouldn't even have to be explaining this.

I'd say the biggest thing that has happened to me since my last post was that I turned 25. But that moved me to a new age bracket when I take online surveys and I don't want to talk about it ever again. So the next biggest thing was I got a Twitter. So if you have a Twitter and you don't currently follow me I'm going to need you to do that. It's simple. @Carm_illionaire Word of warning. I haven't figured out how to be clever with so few characters at my disposal. Apologies in advance. I also got a Foursqaure. You should probably hit me up on that so I can beat you and confirm my superiority. Oh and I got bangs.

I have a lot of simple things to bitch about, but my growing war with the post office and everyone that answers the phone at Medicare is of no interest to anyone else and causes my blood pressure to rise at such a velocity that I can actually feel my heart spazing out. And I'm not sure velocity is the correct word you use here, but I only passed physics because my professor just made up everyone's grade. Also, please don't get me started on how physics is not a science. It's an APPLIED MATH. The fact that is been masquerading as a science just infuriates me. In terms of minute things that are currently pissing me off? My candycane colored lights in my kitchen keep falling down regardless of where I place the hook AND I can not for the life of my figure out with button to press on my Keurig first. The brew light is always flashing so I press it and then it's like the whole world falls apart. So obviously I can't use a simple machine that has TWO buttons. Literally, two. I'm embarrassing.

This next paragraph is probably going to offend Drew Brees and Ellen DeGeneres, neither of who I want to upset. But I just have some major issues with New Orleans. I am also fully aware that I was only exposed to the touristy areas and therefore my thoughts on the matter are mostly baseless, but never the less. Also, when I have a cared if people thought my thoughts were baseless? You are correct if you said, never. It's dirty and lawless. These are my biggest problems with the place. I also despise that fact that tourists don't understand that Mardi Gras is an actual thing and not just a year round party. Also, please stop wearing the beads. You can buy them at the local CVS. So nothing about you is screaming you fit in in N'awlins. Go order a Po Boy so you can keep yourself busy and not be an embarrassment to everyone. Also, since the police let you do whatever you want the rich, white boys on vacation seem to think it's okay to catcall girls. And not construction worker style. Like disgusting, "my body's nobody's body, but mine type thing." Apparently they feel that being in the Crescent City gives them the right to express their inner potential molester. Well I got news for you pervs. First this is Rhett Butler's city. So shut your mouth, cause he's a better man than you'll ever be and he's not even real. In addition it just brings out my right to take a golf club to your Range Rover. I can assure you I've dreamed of clubbing the headlights of a college kids Mercedes since the day I returned to Atlanta. Then you factor in all the devastation still lingering from Hurricane Katrina and the whole place just becomes a sad version of Charleston. I suggest you check out these pictures of the abandoned Six Flags (former Jazzland). It's just terrifying. Also, if you know anything about me you know I'm still up because I got to thinking and had to read the entire New Orleans wikipedia in order to get some of my questions answered.

I have more I'd like to write, but I'm also about to pass out and I need to get some pleasure reading on. As always, thanks for taking a bit of your day to read this crap I write.

Everything I know I learned at Hogwarts

Good grief Charlie Brown! I haven't updated a blog in FOREVER. Since I've been gone (can't say those words without having a Kelly Clarkson moment) I've been to Seattle, finished my third year or pharmacy school, got addicted to another season of the Bachelorette with out even trying to fight it off and so many other slightly pointless things I don't even know where to begin. Fret not, everything will be covered in a discombobulated manner, just as you've come to expect. Also, I just spelled "discombobulated" correctly on the first try. Gold star!

I'll begin with a short conversation I had with my grandmother on the phone this week after our regular Bachelorette updates. We were discussing how we tend to like celebrities better when they give money to children's charities. And this got her discussing The Celebrity Apprentice, which I can proudly say is the only show on television I don't watch. She preceded to ask me if I had heard of someone named, "Little John" who she believes is a rapper. She was surprised that his charity was a children's home in Decatur and decided she liked him even though she still has no idea why he's called "Little John" as he doesn't seem that young or what he does. And my short (AND accurate) thoughts on the Bachelorette. Ashley is a-n-n-o-y-i-n-g. JP is the hottest, but is mentally unstable for liking Ashley so much. Ben F and Constantine have personalities I can get behind. Plus Constantine is from north Georgia (Cumming to be exact). So, in case you're reading this Constantine. I'm single, still. The end.

There is really nothing to update on the end of the P3 year because I blocked most of it out. Useless. On to Seattle. Seattle is spectacular. Honestly. Just phenomenal. Do you know know what isn't phenomenal? The SeaTac airport. While I understand SeaTac stands for Seattle-Tacoma as far as I'm concerned in stands for SuckTACular. First it completely shuts down at midnight, which is perfect when your flight gets in about 30 minutes before that and then you walk all the way to metro stop just to learn the metro doesn't run after midnight and then NO one wants to listen to your story about the Green River Killer who murdered prostitutes around the airport. So stressful. My next major issues stems from idiots at security. It's 2011. If you haven't learned what can and can't be taken on a plane by now then you need to be institutionalized. Jack ass in front of us seemed to think that while a Swiss Army knife is grounds to put you on the no fly list he could carry an ENTIRE power drill set onto the plane. Are. you. kidding. me? And that's rhetorical cause we weren't being joked with. He should be added to the no fly list just for making fellow travelers irritated. Other highlights of Seattle include a monorail ride, karaoke and Mark, the world's most amazing bartender. If you have questions about these highlights I will happily discuss in detail. And if you're feeling a little pull on your heart strings for Seattle, please go watch 10 Things I Hate About You. I has one of my favorite scenes from any movie. Heath Ledger is just awesome. And of course I can't even mention him without throwing in a link of the role he was pretty much born to play. Side note. Did you know he improvised tons of scenes in this movie? In fact the first time he acted with Michael Caine in a scene they actually had to stop because he made Caine so flustered he forgot his lines, which was something he says he's never done. Oh and I got legit Rick Rolled trying to find that video. Who does that?

I need to take a moment to discuss Harry Potter since I devoted the title of this post to him. First I should say if you talk smack about HP you can walk. Those 7 books defined my adolescence. So back. off. I've been rereading in preparation for the latest installment on July 15th. Today I completed book 6 and I've basically realized that no matter how much life sucks I've got three great friends named Harry, Ron and Hermione. Two serious role models in Remus Lupin and Sirius Black and a hero in Albus Dumbledore. And maybe I was too young when I first started reading to see the message I was being taught. But this book is about fighting prejudice and ignorance with everything you've got, even when no one else will listen. How it doesn't matter if you were born to riches or rags or from an "important" family. You make your life purpose. And I just don't see how you couldn't applaud that. If there has to be a book that so many children all over the world have I read I'm glad to know it's this one. And now that I've said that it's time for me to bitch about Pottermore. This is a new, and in my opinion, lame website. It's supposed to give us some new enlightened way to experience the books. Newsflash JK Rowling. Just write a new book and make the people who made you worth more than the Queen of England happy. I mean COME ON. I can't even talk about this anymore. It makes me far too emotional.

And now for something only slightly less depressing then the impending doom of Harry Potter being over with (I'm not counting you Pottermore!). I turn 25 on Sunday. A quarter century! So I'm making a short like of things I plan to do over the next quarter century (I'll be 50 then!)

-Ignore people who try to tell me something I like/want to do is "simple" or "silly." I know what makes me happy.

-Find the boy who's here to make those same simple or silly things even better.

-Travel any and everywhere.

That's a short list. I might add to it, but let's not get to ambitious. I've only got 25 years. I felt like I should add, "stop romanticizing everything," but I'm coming to think this is part of what makes me slightly insane and overly passionate and if I didn't fall madly in love with everything so easily then I wouldn't be fun or me. So I'm going to keep letting that live on, even if it does make people worry about my mental standing.

Oh and I just realized there is a talk show called 1 girl 5 gays. And I'm NOT the girl. What. the. hell? The girl on there looks like a Real World cast off. That job should have been mine. And with that I'm going to sleep to dream of alternate realities. And I didn't make that phrase up. A high five is in order if you know who did.

The Adjustment Bureau: Real Life Edition

Lauren and I went to see The Adjustment Bureau today, which is a pretty good movie even though it was supposed to come out like 15 times before they actually released it on Friday. And even though they make it out like a suspense thriller it's really more about being in love and people meddling in your business. So as Lauren and I were driving home from the theatre we started talking about meddlers and it was like LIGHTBULB. Time to blog.

So I pose a question. Why do people who are married or in long term relationships feel the need to ask you if you're in one, why you aren't in one or if there is anyone you are interested in? It's really stressful. I mean I'm not in a relationship so I have to say, "no." The problem is if you say that then more questions are asked of you that you can't possibly answer without coming across looking like A) a bitch B) pathetic C) desperate D) apathetic or E) all of the above. I don't know if it something biologic that just turns on once you find your person, this need to see if others have found a person, but it always feels like you're getting the third degree only to be judged later as to why you haven't managed to find someone. And then if people see a single person spending more than five minutes with someone else they start asking things like, "what's going on?" I don't even know how I answer that question. If you can't tell what's going on then the two people in question probably don't know either. And why are we even having this conversation? Didn't Mark Zuckerberg fix this all for us? It's called the Facebook relationship status. Check it out some time. If your answer isn't there then you can move on with your life. Nothing's official for you to concern yourself with. Speaking for myself if I find myself in a relationship I will send out a damn press release to confirm the relationship status if need be. I won't leave you high and dry and resorting to asking me awkward, leading questions.

I know it's been a long time since I've been in a functional relationship. Wait. Have I ever been in a functional relationship? Maybe I should be writing a blog about that. Anyways, the point is I don't remember becoming more nosey about other people's love lives when I had one of my own. However you look at it there are very few questions that can ruin your day more quickly then someone asking why you aren't in a relationship. Don't you think if I knew I would have fixed it? My life goal is not to be a hermit. Though the questions makes me think you are worried I am headed in that direction. I get frustrated thinking about it. So really, the moral of this story is to back off single people. We need some compassion (but just not from your brother, the guy you met last week, your bartender or anyone else you've been trying to use to set us up and make us feel better). Okay? We thank you.

"I've really mastered how to scroll" and Other Things That Have Tried My Patience

So people have been harassing me about returning to the blog. It got to the point where I was feeling judged, ridiculed and forming a complex. So I'm back! And before I get started I think I need to make a shout out for the Green and Yellow for two reasons. First because my theory of cheering for the team with the cute quarterback worked and secondly for the Cheeseheads in Wisconsin who I don't know, but they read my blog and it makes me happy. And super bowl commercials? Kind of not awesome, except of course for this one.

Where to begin, where to begin? Oh, I know. Valentine's Day. You suck! If Cupid was one of my patients and he was on dialysis and I had to dose his vanco I would let him die. I wouldn't even try to figure out the equations. I would steal his little arrows and break them over my knee. I should have known this was how I was going to feel when the first Valentine's Day themed commercial I saw this year was for KY Jelly. Is this serious? I despise those commercials. I do not want to imagine what anyone is doing with KY and I sure as hell don't need a 5 second clip of fireworks to explain to me how they are feeling. G-r-o-s-s. Why does KY even advertise? Never mind, I can't even think about this anymore. Waste of my energy.

Next topic. My father. The Droid. One week ago my father had a simple flip phone. He did not know my phone was called an iPhone. We were all living in a state of ignorant bliss. But then something terrible happened. He got the crazy idea that having internet on his phone could be useful. So he just went and bought a Droid. Just up and bought it. And he preceded to call me on it. He wanted to make sure I knew he had, "really mastered how to scroll." Congrats Dad, you've passed kindergarden. Wait, who I am I kidding? You passed being two. I want to say welcome to 2011, but scroll. Really? Welcome to 1997. While fine tuning his scrolling skills he also mastered the fine art of making phone calls when you actually think you are texting. I wonder if there is an app for that? And when he finally broke down and asked for help he ended up mumbling about how they just assume this stuff is "intuitive." As Phil Dunphy would sing, "the snowflake button makes it cold, cold, cold..." And a caveat to that, if you aren't watching Modern Family then you SERIOUSLY need to reconsider some of your life decisions.

Last month I got to basically live the dream and go to The Wizarding World of Harry Potter in Orlando. I won't bore you with the specifics, but essentially. The. Bomb. But let me tell you what was not the bomb. The way people dress. When I was young my mother taught me a basic concept. You can't wear a dress and play on the monkey bars. This applies to theme parks. Just pretend the roller coaster is a big set of monkey bars. Embrace it. And don't let your children stray. I can not count the amount of times I saw a small child running around with no supervising adult close by. This is not your backyard. There are HUNDREDS of people lurking around. It may be the "Happiest Place on Earth," but guess what kind of sketchy people that can attract? People who like to steal children, that's who. Ugh. Then I feel responsible for making sure I have my eyes peeled for creepers and then my day becomes stressful. So basically if you have a kid, just get it together and watch them when you are at a crowded theme park, okay?

Okay. Those were my recent frustrations. I have tried to lighten them by adding links to YouTube videos all over the place. It's tacky, but just watch them. It was suggested that I talk about dating in this blog. That would first mean I have to understand dating. I don't. But I'll put some thought into it. I'm sure I will be just frustrated enough on February 14th to muster up the energy to dedicate a blog to all the annoying things about dating. Until then meet my Valentine and ignore his current cocaine possession charges.

As always, thanks for reading the rambles. :)

Little Drummer (I Mean Trumpet) Boy

So in the name of full disclosure I have to say that I shamelessly enjoy finding out who's been looking at my blog. This is why I've added the little app to your right which attempts (poorly) to tell me where people are viewing my blog from. So, first the state of Wisconsin is blowing up my blog, so I'd love to know who this person is because I'm excited. In addition someone in Sweden looked at my blog and I was thrilled. I've gone global! But then I did a little bit of research and it turns out Swedish perv had Googled "underage in underwear" and it brought him/her to my similarly titled "Underage and Underwear" blog post. G-r-o-s-s. Maybe while on my site he/she should have read the creeper post.

Now for the real reason for this post. Some of you who know me may have heard me complain about the the kid who lives in the neighborhood behind me. For the first two years that I lived here this kid would go out in his backyard and play half rate renditions of TERRIBLE Christmas songs. This would last for three months. Literally. There would be a few days when he would stop and I would think, "Finally! His parents have suggested he try his hand at something else. Bless their hearts," but then he would start it back up. I could never see him because my view of backyard was occluded by trees, but I always pictured him as this adorable little third grader with glasses who's life goal is to march with his high school band in the Macy's Thanksgiving Day parade. So I gave him a pass. I'll listen to his pathetic version of "Deck the Halls" in order to support his dreams and give his parents a break from him playing in his bedroom. I've been so busy hating school this season that I hadn't even noticed the fact that no windows had broken and no dogs had been rendered deaf due to his inability to play. A Christmas miracle! So this morning as I enjoy not having to wake up for an 8 a.m. class I am thrown out of p-e-r-f-e-c-t slumber by what sounds like someone hitting a hammer to 4x4 OVER and OVER. Shoot me. So at 2:30 this ruckus is still going on. I got outside to see where this business is coming from. And wouldn't you believe. Trumpet boy and his hooligan friends are in the back yard literally just hitting a block of wood with a sledgehammer. What the hell? You have got to be kidding me?! And jerk isn't even in third grade. He's like 14! Where the hell are his parents and why do they think it's acceptable? He'll probably never get to play in the Macy's parade and I don't even care anymore. I hope he gets coals for Christmas.

As a side note, today I read an article about a UGA Ph.D student who started a blog about unnecessary quotation marks. To me this sounds like an unnecessary blog, but whatever. Somehow, someone at the New York Times saw her blog, thought it was quality and wrote about it. Now she has a book deal. All because she wrote about quotations. I've written about creepers and blood splatter and underwear and even Comic Sans. So the point I'm trying to make here is READ MY BLOG New York Times!

Also, I may or may not have watched Pretty Woman two times yesterday and I can never get enough of her going back to the snot of a lady and standing up for herself.