PetCo and Skins
I ended up getting free suite tickets to the Shakira concert on Friday night----I was pretty amazing. :) I love love love Shakira. :) "La Tortura" Baby!!
Saturday I had a really annoying experience purchasing my new pets---two fish I want to buy. I went to PetCo to get an aquarium and everything. I got a great deal on a kit that comes with everything. I was so stoked. I went home all ready to set it up and then I realized (through poor planning and what not) that I had no where to put the damn thing. It was just a disaster. I have to get an actual fish tank stand. I went back to PetCo on Sunday and the stand that was for sale was like aprx. 55 dollars. Are you effing kidding me? I'm totally not paying that much for a fish tank stand. It was redick. So----I looked on Craigslist to find a stand---all of them were already taken. I hate that shit. I hate fucking Craigslist. So I am now owner of a wonderful fish tank, with no water or no fish and especially no fish tank stand.
It's never a good idea to watch a scary movie by yourself. It really never is. I thought it would be a good idea to rent "The Exorcism of Emily Rose" by myself on Sunday night. Why why why? Would I do something so stupid. It was a scary movie with scary and suspenseful parts that are not safe to watch alone. It did though, spawn an interest in ghosts and demonic posession that lasted for the following morning when I spent a while looking on the internet for as many papers about being posessed and all the different demons in the world. Quite fascinating in my opinion.
I was quoted in Newsweek! Look in the main box where they summarize the letters from the article about Pluto last week---mine is the last quote, something like, --One ruefully stated, "I'd much rather have nine pizzas". While it doesn't quote my name nor include my entire letter which you can read below----I still got a shoutout!
My letter to Newsweek:
Dear Newsweek,
As a former student and outer-space-obsessed kid, the demotion of Pluto has put me into a frenzy. To most people, I'm sure it doesn't matter too much. But so much of my childhood rested upon the existence of this planet! What about the mnemonic device? My Very Educated Mother Just Served Us Nine Pizzas! What is she going to serve now? Nachos? I'd much rather have nine pizzas. What about all the textbooks? Furthermore, if they are going claim it's not a planet----why then are they calling it a "dwarf planet"? At least give it the courtesy of a cool name. I can't wait until 2015 when the satellite photos come back with amazing shots of the little guy. Pluto---you are still a planet in my book. :)
Last night was the Skins game. I've been doing a lot of football watching these days but I'm certain now that I will attempt to watch every Redskins game this season in a bar----most likely with Jess. Yesterday after work, I raced home, put on some running clothes, ran in Central Park for a while, and then raced home to shower and change, just in time to bolt out the door to meet Jess in midtown at some bar where we were going to watch the game. We got coaxed into Turtle Bay by some guy with an army haircut that was standing outside smoking a cig. He was nice, his name was Joe and he bought us drinks. He was shocked we were there to watch football. He himself, was not a sports fan or something. Although he seemed pretty content routing against the Redskins. We quickly acclamated ourselves with the rest of his Marine buddies----Mikey, Steve, and this hot one that I can't remember his name. We even made napkins with the letters "GO SKINS" to hold up and annoy the Viking fans in the bar. Mostly we just sat there are chatted, as usual. The Skins were playing decent. Some good plays. The 4Q was just a disaster. I don't really want to talk about it any more.
Going out to dinner with Matty tonight! I'm really excited about it. I haven't seen him in forever!
Love,
Lauren
Saturday I had a really annoying experience purchasing my new pets---two fish I want to buy. I went to PetCo to get an aquarium and everything. I got a great deal on a kit that comes with everything. I was so stoked. I went home all ready to set it up and then I realized (through poor planning and what not) that I had no where to put the damn thing. It was just a disaster. I have to get an actual fish tank stand. I went back to PetCo on Sunday and the stand that was for sale was like aprx. 55 dollars. Are you effing kidding me? I'm totally not paying that much for a fish tank stand. It was redick. So----I looked on Craigslist to find a stand---all of them were already taken. I hate that shit. I hate fucking Craigslist. So I am now owner of a wonderful fish tank, with no water or no fish and especially no fish tank stand.
It's never a good idea to watch a scary movie by yourself. It really never is. I thought it would be a good idea to rent "The Exorcism of Emily Rose" by myself on Sunday night. Why why why? Would I do something so stupid. It was a scary movie with scary and suspenseful parts that are not safe to watch alone. It did though, spawn an interest in ghosts and demonic posession that lasted for the following morning when I spent a while looking on the internet for as many papers about being posessed and all the different demons in the world. Quite fascinating in my opinion.
I was quoted in Newsweek! Look in the main box where they summarize the letters from the article about Pluto last week---mine is the last quote, something like, --One ruefully stated, "I'd much rather have nine pizzas". While it doesn't quote my name nor include my entire letter which you can read below----I still got a shoutout!
My letter to Newsweek:
Dear Newsweek,
As a former student and outer-space-obsessed kid, the demotion of Pluto has put me into a frenzy. To most people, I'm sure it doesn't matter too much. But so much of my childhood rested upon the existence of this planet! What about the mnemonic device? My Very Educated Mother Just Served Us Nine Pizzas! What is she going to serve now? Nachos? I'd much rather have nine pizzas. What about all the textbooks? Furthermore, if they are going claim it's not a planet----why then are they calling it a "dwarf planet"? At least give it the courtesy of a cool name. I can't wait until 2015 when the satellite photos come back with amazing shots of the little guy. Pluto---you are still a planet in my book. :)
Last night was the Skins game. I've been doing a lot of football watching these days but I'm certain now that I will attempt to watch every Redskins game this season in a bar----most likely with Jess. Yesterday after work, I raced home, put on some running clothes, ran in Central Park for a while, and then raced home to shower and change, just in time to bolt out the door to meet Jess in midtown at some bar where we were going to watch the game. We got coaxed into Turtle Bay by some guy with an army haircut that was standing outside smoking a cig. He was nice, his name was Joe and he bought us drinks. He was shocked we were there to watch football. He himself, was not a sports fan or something. Although he seemed pretty content routing against the Redskins. We quickly acclamated ourselves with the rest of his Marine buddies----Mikey, Steve, and this hot one that I can't remember his name. We even made napkins with the letters "GO SKINS" to hold up and annoy the Viking fans in the bar. Mostly we just sat there are chatted, as usual. The Skins were playing decent. Some good plays. The 4Q was just a disaster. I don't really want to talk about it any more.
Going out to dinner with Matty tonight! I'm really excited about it. I haven't seen him in forever!
Love,
Lauren
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