Thursday, October 26, 2006

Happy Things

On friday night, I went w/my cousins to Brewtopiafest. Here's the link to the pictures.

These things make me happy.


And def this video

And this girl is crazy.

Sunday, October 22, 2006


My friends and I have had the same 16 guys in our fantasy league for the last 5 years. This Saturday, The Reiper, lost his battle with cancer. He was one of those guys who was a fierce competitor, a witty commentator, and an honorable sportsman when it mattered. I hardly knew the guy, met him only a few times, since he went to Syracuse with some of my good friends. But I remember him talking sports passionately out at the bars and dancing up a storm at Dan and Christine's wedding last year. I think its important to remember, and to remind ourselves of our humanity. We have decided to rename our leagues championship cup, The Rieper Cup and we'll be donating this year's purse to the Tomorrows Children's Fund. If you want to do something, contact me, or make an appointment donate platelets, they are much more valuable than money.

If you guys have any other suggestions on what we could do to honor our friend, let me know?

Friday, October 20, 2006

Girls Say the Darndest Things

So, I’ve been having quite a few random IM conversations lately, just thought I’d post some of the insanely ridiculous comments some girls have made to me. I’ve edited them for grammar and punctuation.

I’d have to wash my hair to go out in public. It’s been a few days, and that takes way too long.

I was asked to take the entire "I was just dry humped by a Jdate" quote down. As a participant in the discussion, I believe that I am a legal owner of it, however, out of respect to that person, I have removed the quote from this website, even though it was not attributable and anonymous. - Sorry to all of you who missed out on such hilarious writing.

The speech I got from the doctor, instead of getting Ambien, made me realize drinking coffee an hour before I go to bed in order to read is prob not the best way to get to sleep, and no coffee at night means I can’t read at night so now I have to read in the morning.

The dishes are not so hot, but I did clean last night! The bathroom even! That was the first time since I moved in.
----Me: that’s so gross. You're totally not a woman.
I know it’s really gross. Well, I like to think that I'm such a woman that I didn’t make that much of a mess to need to clean much more. Besides it was just the shower I have cleaned the rest of it before.

I know, I’m scared to walk home in the rain so I’m stuck on campus. I’ve been out of lens solution for 2 days and am dreading that extra two blocks to Duane Reade. I don’t have an umbrella is all. I did much better in the real world. The school world is the problem.
----ME: so you are regressing...I see
Totally. I procrastinate. I was so diligent at work

So you don’t understand why I don’t like the idea of you compiling a list of the ridiculous things I've said as your anonymous crazy friend?

Well, obviously I wasn't allowed to drink soda when I was little, and I decided that I didn't like carbonation. (In case you haven't noticed, I’ve developed very strange reasons for not liking things I’ve never tried before). So I never tried it.
Eventually, to fit in, I gave sprite a chance and got over the carbonation thing, but I only tried coke once, at a high school graduation party, and because it was the only thing left to mix rum with.
Needless to say, I spent the night vomiting, which I’ve since associated w the coke and not the rum. I feel the same way about sunny delight

I guess I am a 32D and not a 34C.
I didn't think my boobs were THAT big.
----ME: huh?
I have D's not C's
----ME: But your back got smaller, and you just realized this at work?
The lady at Nordstrom’s measured me.
I was wearing the wrong size.
That’s why my boobs fall out of my bra.
I spent 250 last night on bras and undies.
My boy is kind of expensive.
I'm done though...he's paying for the undies from here on out!

Oh, so I finally took off my band aids and one of the wounds reopened. I bled all over my room. It’s really gross.

I’m sitting in the library and there are these people next to me and I keep hearing little bits of this conversation and this guy is talking about the graphic details of this hook up he just had. Like, loudly.
What is going on here?
Why would he be talking about whether or not he thought some girl was willing to give him a blow job in a deposition?
"... oral sex..."
"... hand job..."
The prof next to me just left.
He looks disgusted.
Now he's talking about fantasies.
Something about saran wrap, ice, hand cuffs, a sex shop.
I think this is some joke.

I went to the shrink. Now I'm eating this nasty frozen meal.
It was the 2nd time I've seen her.
I am fine but it’s good to go.
We started to talk about my boundaries or lack there of sometimes I'm from a broken home.
I have plenty to talk about. It’s great.
I also go because I have ADD and she will give me drugs.

My friend MB just stopped by to tell me about her hook up.
Maybe you should go to business school.
They have crazy Thursday night parties.
It’s very high school though.
She went home with this third year who is roommates with this first year in my small class, who peeked in on them in the morning.
So she's worried he's going to be a gossip and tell the first year class about it.
I would have freaked out.
I think she did a little bit.
And of course her earrings are still there.
So dramatic.

The first week at the local-ish bar where the first years were kind of congregating every night in the beginning some girl got wasted and was doing body shots w all these other first years.
Everyone still talks about it.


The Mets lost last night and got knocked out of the playoffs. I’m legitimately upset, and in order to recovery, I’ll be ignoring the world for the next few days. Hibernation is the key to getting over such a big loss. The reason I hibernate is because the MEDIA has no clue how to act when the home team loses. They keep showing clips on TV over and over, and they put it on the front pages of the papers. I can’t even open without seeing, again, that the Mets lost.

When my teams lose, I don’t want to hear about it, I don’t want to read about it, I don’t want to talk about it, I don’t want to watch it and I don’t want to listen to other people talk about it. They lost, I know they lost…why do I want to relive that experience over? I want to pretend like it never happened!

I lose often, I lost 2 or 3 times a week and I definitely lose every. I root for 2 basketball teams, 2 hockey teams 1 baseball team and 2 football teams. I also have 2 fantasy football teams and I’m in 2 other various pick-um leagues. Some are ok, most are depressing. I usually fall asleep listening to sports radio, I have been since I was 7, but I can’t stand listening when my teams lose. I can’t stand listening to them repeatedly rehash my teams losses and upset me all over again. I have trouble sleeping when my teams lose. This week, during the LCS, I fell asleep w/o the radio, just because I knew it would aggravate me.

Now, when I play a sport, I could CARE LESS when we lose. I’m very competitive on the court, but I don’t play to win. I play to have fun, I play to exercise, I play to socialize, I play to be silly, and I play to play hard. I’m always the same temperament, whether my team is getting killed, or my team is killing someone else. As long as I’m play hard, teaching the others and having fun, I really don’t care if we win and I don’t think about it for 5 minutes afterwards.

Anyway, it’s over…the Schmets lost…so don’t talk to me about it…I’m looking forward to football this Sunday, where I’m almost guaranteed to lose again.

Monday, October 16, 2006

Party - Thoughts

Here are some pictures and a video (at the bottom) from our Black Balzam (Magic) Party this weekend. Gotta love the Latvian alcholol. Pictures

Monday Morning Thinking:

I think our party was a pretty big success, even if those living on the upper west side had an excused absence due to religious reasons. I think some Brooklyn friends had the same issue.

I think about 60 people showed up, excluding our super, who made his normal 12:45 appearance. I think I know one person who always contradicts me will dispute that figure to make me feel bad, but the pictures don't lie, and that's 43 right there.

I think my roommate hooked me up yesterday with JETS box seats. It wasn't bad sitting on the 50 yard line with an indoor buffet and outdoor stadium seats. I think I didn't mind having car service there and back either.

I think our driver last night was saying sorry every time he sneezed.

I think it sucks that my roommate had to get up at 4:45 this morning to head to a factory in Wisconsin for the day, coming back tonight. Yea, that does suck.

I think it really annoys me that some people now think everything is a doubleclick. People, you don't have to hit an elevator button twice, or a web link twice. You only doubeclick when opening a file or a folder in Window's, that's it. I think these people are stupid.

I think this is pretty funny. Overcome your inhibitions.

I think on September 8th, I put "running like driving" in the notes section of my phone 5 weeks later I still don't know what that means.

I think I have a busy 3 months coming up. I think I'm going to Boca, Puerto Rico and Cali in November, Arizona in December and then my little sister gets married in January. I think I'm going to be leaving work earlier than normal on a few Thursday and Friday afternoons to get to the airport on time.

A Quick Video of the Party Scene:

Friday, October 13, 2006

Brain Drain

Since I've been having some sort of writers block I'll post other people's writing.

We are very close to catching the terrorists

So, some yale graduate made up some ridiculous resume and attached a video with it. I'm going to try to attach the resume. But here's the video. (ok, this isn't working anymore, I think his lawyers told them to stop showing it). He's like the biggest tool ever (besides me). Here's some more information.

And lastly, A telemarketers worst nightmare.

Wednesday, October 11, 2006


Then it hit me. I'm going to be 27 in less than 3 months. WOW. 27. That's like a whole new phase of my life...

Monday, October 09, 2006


I know I need to post. Been very busy.

I got some new glasses, and so here's my best clark kent impression