Extras: the British Comedy

I watched a show called Extras on HBO recently. It is about these extras that try and get parts in movies. This episode Kate Winslet was guest starring, and it probably is the funniest show I've ever seen. Next episode is Sunday night at 9:30 guest starring Ben Stiller. I was laughing the entire time. I never knew about this show at all, I was actually just browsing around and stumbled across it. If you haven't, you should most definitely check out some clips. These are some of my favorites, here and here. Has anyone else seen this show?

Used and Abused

I have some bad news, and some good news. No this isn't a cheesy baptist tract.

This is serious. I happen to run into my old neighbor that moved. If you didn't read the story about Persia the stray cat, you need to before continuing to read this post. Did you read it? K, good.

So my ex-neighbor and I chat and etc. I am quite a bit angry that he would even think it was acceptable to small talk after stealing my cat from me, but I am too nice to throw him on the sidewalk and demand that my cat be freed. Instead I asked him point blank, "Did you take the cat with you?" He looked at me funny and then said, "Oh the Persian cat? No he saw me walking across the yard to our new apartment building and followed us over there." I was completely shocked! Apparently they moved 2 buildings down and that damn cat just left me. Didn't even say goodbye or anything, he freakin lives 2 buildings down and doesn't even stop by to visit. Apparently it is a male too, I never actually checked but it had a pink color on. What kinda stupid cat that's a boy wears a stupid pink color and freakin uses the new neighbor across the hall for scraps and makes her think she's special and freakin just ups and leaves.

I should have known Persia was a male. Bastard.

WHAT???

Today at work, I was being my usual self and giving my spill... "Can I help you find anything?.. My name is Lindsey let me know if you need anything." So I go up to this woman who is browsing, and I say, "Can I help you find anything?" She goes, "No, why?" I immediately started to laugh, then realizing she was serious, the laughter turned into some mumbled stuttering. My whit had completely failed me. I said, "I don't know." I couldn't even think to say, "Because I work here, can't you read? HELLO! My name tag??" or possibly a nicer approach with "Because I am here to help you find whatever you need." I have to say, I was baffled. No one has ever asked me why I want to help them before. Don't get me wrong, I am great at what I do. This was just a horribly awkward moment, and saying "I don't know" was probably the dumbest thing ever. Next time someone asks why, I will totally have a much better response.

By the way, I am back in Corpus. The only damage is that my supply of Goo Gone must be replenished since I used all of it to get the duct tape residue off my windows. I thought about leaving the tape up there for Halloween decor since it looked quite a bit like a spider web. Oh well, better to be safe than sorry. Let's hope there isn't a next time!

GETTING THE HELL OUTTA HERE!!

School has been officially closed thursday and friday and they are urging everyone to evacuate. I am going to pack up as many valuable things as I can and hopefully leave tomorrow morning. I have to tape up the windows, put as much stuff as possible in my closet, and go. Leave everything behind, not even knowing if I will have a home to come back to. Too bad this isn't happening during the journey homecoming softball game so I could come home! I will be heading to San Antonio to stay with my brother. Hopefully I will be able to come back home sunday. Have a good weekend, I'll update when I can.

Hurricane Day

I forgot one other aspect of college in Corpus Christi.

It's called Hurricane day. Whenever there is a hurricane heading directly for us, school gets closed.

Apparently there is a tropical storm coming this way. I put a pretty little pink dot to show you exactly where I am located. This will be my first experience of a hurricane. I don't know yet if we are supposed to evacuate the area, it is too soon to tell, but it will be here by this weekend. If we don't have to evacuate, I will have to go inland and stay at a hotel because my apartments are right on the bay. If we are supposed to evacuate, I plan on throwing my clothes, school books, laptop, and pictures in my car and driving to San Antonio to stay with my brother until the storm passes. This really is quite a scary situation for me. I've seen the damage that hurricane Katrina did, and I can't help but be afraid that I could lose everything. I am currently watching the weather it says it had the potential to hit late Friday or Saturday morning. He said it could turn into a major category hurricane and I will be right in the eye of it. My apartment is on the second floor so thats good. Pray for me, I am scared.

don't drink the water...

There's something about the water, the humidity, and I suppose the salt that makes my hair go crazy. I decided not to do it for work a couple days ago, and it turned into an 80's style fro. Horrible flashbacks went through my mind of my freshman year in high school when I got a dreadful perm. Maybe one of these days I'll post of pic of that horrible mess, but until now I will post the new untamed look. Please be nice.

Do you really want to hurt me? Do you really want to make me cry?

Little Gangstas

I have become strangely cynical lately. Well, that is putting it lightly. What I really have become is an old grumpy woman. Yes, that's much more accurate.

At the apartments across from mine, there is a group of young hoodlums running a muck in the streets. From dawn till dusk, they bring out their boombox blaring that horrible Rap music some sinful people encourage. They are like 8 year old terrors screaming loudly non-stop. All hundred of them bounce their basketballs and scream simultaneously in the middle of the street. When a car dares to challenge these wanna be gangsters, they will move over just enough so that the car brushes their scrawny little butts. The next part is the worst only because I've seen it with my own eyes. They actually turn and stare down the driver. STARE HIM DOWN FOR DRIVING ON THE ROAD!! Since this goes on from 9AM to about 1AM, where the HECK are their parents!!!?? I understand that these children probably ride the bus to school, and their parents probably work till 5 or 6. Where are they after that? Do they not make their children do their homework? How about turn down that cursed boombox? I am all for neighborhood kids playing outside all together. I never had that since my neighborhood was filled with dying old people who's grandchildren were about 25. Not fun for an 8 year old. But why in the world daily all day, how about go watch a movie, or go swimming, or play whatever kids play these days inside and semi-quietly. I tried to take a nap Saturday afternoon since I was not feeling well, but of course their daily ritual got in the way. I am not a confrontational person, nor do I have a phobia of small children. I love kids really I do, but it took all of my courage not to fling open the balcony door, hang over the balcony railing, and yell at these children to go do their homework.

What's my motivation to not call the police on these estranged children? Well for one they are not a threat to society...Yet. For two, because that would make me the crazy old lady who calls the cops and tells them, "They were bouncing basketballs in the middle of the night."

Maybe I should think about joining their little cult, ya know, make myself feel young again.

College pros and cons

Things I despise about college in general:

• People that over dress. Don't even come to an 8am class like you are going out for the night to "paint the town red." We can all tell you are obviously insecure and care greatly what everyone else thinks about you. Here's a little secret though, NO ONE CARES! So leave your short skirt with the shiny sequin belt and your diamond studded halter top at home in the closet where it belongs. There should be a rule that you cannot wear those kind of outfits until atleast 5pm for god's sake.

• Old people. I am all for older people finishing up college. Everyone is entitled to a college education, but old people attended classes who constantly raise their hand and comment are ridiculous. Legitimate Questions are ok, but adding your 2 psi to the lecture isn't necessary. We don't want to hear about your trial and tribulations during the great depression. Since you apparently know more than the teacher why don't you try and just place out of this class instead of boring us "young folk" with your stories about having to walk to school uphill both ways in 18 feet of snow without shoes. NO THANK YOU.

• Girl Gangs. Big groups of girls that plan their schedules together so all 20 of them have the same classes at the same times. They talk the entire time, and they take up walking space with their mass movements to each class. They should be broken up by an means possible. How about someone take them all out while they are walking through the parking lots.

• Parking situations. Speaking of parking lots, Parking here is ridiculous! There is never anywhere to park and there is a million people walking through the roads. These people usually walk in the middle of the road. They know they are holding up traffic and that you will be late to class if you can't find a spot. They don't care, for some reason they think you enjoy staring at their ace for 30 minutes while the saunter off to class. Usually they are parallel to the sidewalk which adds icing to the cake. Meanwhile all 25 cars behind you are honking like crazy at you and by the time the person moves no one behind you knows that you are trying not to run over a person. If those stupid road walkers only knew what I am capable of.

Things I love about college:

• Eye candy: I don't even mean just good looking guys. I have two really hot teachers this semester. My history teacher is really smart and funny. He is probably about 35 or so and he totally surfs which is cool. My speech teacher is beautiful! She is probably about the same age and she's really cool. She makes it alot less stressful in that class because she makes everyone laugh.

• The 10 minute rule. Your teacher doesn't show up in 10 mins, you are out of there! Also teachers can cancel classes, no substitute teachers in college. What a pleasant surprise it is to go to the door of one of your classes and see a bright orange paper stating that your class is cancelled. The joy of that moment cannot be put into words.

• Attendance policies. Most classes you don't have to go to which is nice when, well you just don't feel like going. Unfortunately for me I only have 1 class that isn't mandatory. The others say you don't have to go, but they do quizzes weekly and random attendance taking. I for one feel that class attendance shouldn't be mandatory, because if you don't go to class, chances are you are going to fail it. I am working on attending most of my classes, but its like the 3rd week of school and I already have skipped a day. Oh well, I will make excellent grades. So there.

• Social status. In college, there are no groups. No one is bullied or picked on, no one is the "plastics" (please see Mean Girls). There are two actual groups. Those who play sports and those who do not. If you are at a university such as UT or OU, then sports is a huge issue. At a smaller school like mine, it really doesn't matter if you are the star football player. There isn't even a football team here. Most people don't play sports so there isn't really a huge issue with this.

My addictions: FROOT LOOPS AND FAMILY GUY

There is one thing that I have to have in my kitchen at all times:

So I am at the store and my mom calls me:

Mom: What are you doing?
Me: I'm at the Grocery store.
Mom: what are you buying?
Me: Well currently I am holding Fruit Loops and Coffee Creamer.
Mom: Fruit Loops? If you've already gone through that box you need to slow down.
Me: I haven't gone through it yet, it is running low and I love them.

So end of that conversation. Then I get an IM from my mother:
Mom: Do you know how much Sugar is in Fruit Loops?
Mom: Sugar converts to fat.
Me: Gotta go, love you.

So here's the thing. It's not like I am eating Blue Bell or Chocolate constantly, fruit Loops is the only sugar I freakin have in the house and it's a lot better than those things. It could be ALOT worse. In the entire box there is 13 grams of fat, and there is a decent amount of sugar in there, but there's lots of vitamins and crap too... wait a second... I have just decided I am not going to justify this obsession. If I like Fruit Loops I will eat fruit loops and I don't care if it has sugar in it or whatever.

My name is Lindsey, and I am addicted to fruit loops. So there.

**Apparently it is not spelled "Fruit" it's "Froot", so just go ahead and make a mental note. Thanks.

While we are on the subject of addictions, here is my other guilty pleasure:

For those of you that have completely lost touch with TV, this is the show family guy. It is AMAZINGLY FUNNY! I've seen like every episode 10 times and they still make me laugh. My favorite episode to date is episode 306- PETER GRIFFIN- Husband, Father..Brother? My favorite part is when Chris is talking "street" and Peter starts performing an exorcism on him. Some of the episodes are a bit overboard, but I love them anyways! I takes a little bit to warm up to, but if you don't have a corn cob stuck up your ass you might find it funny! So check it out.

Take, Take another little piece of my heart now baby..

My neighbors moved this morning. When I found out last night, I went out to the store and bought cat foot and a little bowl for Persia when they leave. They usually feed her, so I decided that I would take over the responsibility. I put out the little water bowl with some aquafina in it and decided to feed her when I got home from work. When I got home, I looked for her everywhere and realized they had taken her with them. Part of me was relieved that she now had a good home, and part of me was upset that they would take MY cat. As soon as I walked up the stairs and saw my little bowl of aquafina still sitting on the porch, I started to cry. So here's to my little Persia who now has a happy loving home.

This guy looks like Stuart from MADTV. LOOK WHAT I CAN DO!!

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Why are some people so selfish that they refuse to acknowledge anything that is going on around them? How can some people not feel a thing when they watch the news and see chaos and suffering? How can they turn the channel without a second thought?

Into the tunnel

I went to the doctor on Monday and they scheduled me for an MRI/MRA today. I was a bit nervous as it is because I am sometimes pretty clausterphobic. I go in and I am thinking that I will be fine because I used tanning beds all the time in Dallas and it is probably similar. I had to put on one of those hospital robes and take out all of my piercings. They laid me on this extremely uncomfortable slab of plastic that would go into this machine. The man put a foam block under my calves to prop my feet up and put these headphones on me. He gave me this little oval shaped ball to hold and if I needed him I could just squeeze it. He puts this face mask looking thing over my head that had a mirror on it so I can see my reflexion in the window outside of the tunnel. He leaves the room and I can see his sillhouette through the window as I start to go into the tunnel. As soon as I was eye level with the beginning of the tunnel, I immediately felt that ball fit snuggly in my hand and thought about squeezing it. Instead, I decided to close my eyes and listen to the music. Then the machine started. Let me tell you it sounded like someone was using one of those construction drills on the top of the tunnel. It was so loud I could barely hear Cyndi Lauper's high pitched voice singing about how much fun she wants to have. Then it changes and suddenly someone is shooting a machine gun at my tunnel. I had to lay completely still and not jump every time a new freaky noise started up. At one point it changed to what sounded like a fire alarm. I am deathly afraid of fire alarms. (completely different post) I imagined that everyone in the building had evacuated and were now standing outside by the curb watching the blaze while I was abandoned in the tunnel about to burn alive. At this point I looked through my mirror to check and make sure I could still vaguely see him through the window. He was there. I could see my toes and wiggled them a little bit just to remember that I wasn't completely trapped. I saw another sillhouette next to the man. I felt extremely uncomfortable because I hadn't painted my toes in a week and the polish had chipped a little bit. They were staring at my feet and talking about how disgusting they are, I just knew it. I wanted to move my feet to a less noticable 'in your face' area, but I couldn't move at all. The vulnerablity of having my feet right there by the window for everyone in the office to see was almost unbearable. Forty minutes later, he pulls me out and gives me a shot to pump my veins with some kind of liquid and puts me back in the tunnel. I go through the entire process again. The very last noise was the worst, it literally sounded like I was standing underneath a tornado siren. The tunnel started to shake a little bit, and I thought it was going to collapse on top of me. I quickly planned out the best escape. I was going to wiggle out of the head gear that I was trapped in, shimmy down the plastic board, and run like hell. Just as I finalized my escape route, the machine stopped suddenly. The man came in a couple seconds later and freed me. It would be safe to say that I will no longer ignore the chipped nail polish on my toes.