tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35111232011-04-21T14:43:34.938-05:00lackluster realityChristiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17725873153200920086noreply@blogger.comBlogger3111100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3511123.post-926923482003-04-15T22:26:00.000-05:002003-04-15T22:28:17.000-05:00My history professor realized that class attendance has been pretty pathetic lately so he decided to spice it up with a competition. Every class between now and finals will begin with a joke competition. At the end of the semester, the TAs will decide who had the best joke, and that person will get some sort of prize. I actually didn't pay attention to what the prize will be, but probably extra Christiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17725873153200920086noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3511123.post-926114662003-04-14T17:48:00.000-05:002003-04-14T17:52:46.000-05:00Dream: My brother and I are driving on the highway when my car starts acting funny. We pull over. Suddenly the cars on the freeway start driving all crazy- going in reverse, moving sideways and crashing into each other. Somehow we know that terrorists have sabotaged every car on the road. We run to avoid getting hit and suddenly Brian becomes Rachel and we bump into the terrorists. They're old Christiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17725873153200920086noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3511123.post-923941552003-04-10T19:26:00.000-05:002003-04-10T19:26:48.640-05:00Also, go see Melissa's new site.Christiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17725873153200920086noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3511123.post-923939122003-04-10T19:21:00.000-05:002003-04-10T19:24:26.000-05:00As the weather starts to get warmer, I ask everyone to remember that "pale is the new tan." So don't forget your sunscreen. Help me out here. I'm tired of everyone on campus being an unnatural shade of orange.Christiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17725873153200920086noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3511123.post-922519632003-04-08T18:19:00.000-05:002003-04-08T18:20:18.000-05:00C: Is your arm ok? N: Yeah it's fine. C: Are you sure your arm is ok? N: Yes! C: Seriously, your arm is twitching. Am I cutting off your circulation? N: You seem overly concerned about the welfare of my arm! C: Yeah, well I can't hang out with you anymore if your arm falls off. N: Wait, if my arm ever has to be amputated you would just stop liking me? C: Well, I guess i'll still hang out with Christiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17725873153200920086noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3511123.post-922507452003-04-08T17:56:00.000-05:002003-04-08T17:56:10.123-05:00My favorite google referral this week: chocolate covered butter biscuitsChristiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17725873153200920086noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3511123.post-921217342003-04-06T21:42:00.000-05:002003-04-06T21:42:51.733-05:00Spring Break Part II: Chicago - Betsey Lee - Blame Yourself and other crazy public access tv shows - cheap wine from 7-11 - swanky restaurants - shady parking garages - making friends in the parking lot - buzzwords: buzzword, ooof - Sue - The Floating Door - chocolate martinis, Sangria, and small pitchers - public transportation - traffic! - free breakfast - recurring illnesses - knocking on Christiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17725873153200920086noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3511123.post-921212622003-04-06T21:34:00.000-05:002003-04-06T21:36:40.000-05:00... wow ...Christiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17725873153200920086noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3511123.post-918238862003-04-01T23:41:00.000-06:002003-04-01T23:52:27.000-06:00My Spring Break: an outline Part I. Colorado: - cute cabin - porch swing - lots of pictures - elk calls - going to bed by ten - Nick snoring so loud I wanted to throw my ineffective ear plugs at him - alarm clocks falling on my brother and then under the bed - transmission trouble - tumbleweeds! - 36 hours in the car round trip - snowmen with big noses and elf ears - old men selling empty bottlesChristiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17725873153200920086noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3511123.post-911520822003-03-21T17:39:00.000-06:002003-03-21T17:41:41.000-06:00Blogger keeps deleting my new posts. Granted they're not very interesting, but I'm offended nonetheless. We'll see if this works. We're approximately 12.5 hours from our departure time for the Colorado trip, and the prospects of us making it to Colorado are not looking good. There was a freak blizzard in Denver this week and several of the roads we need to take to get to Ouray are either closed Christiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17725873153200920086noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3511123.post-905487952003-03-11T16:52:00.000-06:002003-03-11T16:54:03.000-06:00Possibly one of the most bizarre and disgusting stories ever... Flying sheep's head fractures fan's skull at Norwegian death metal concert Christiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17725873153200920086noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3511123.post-904971072003-03-10T21:13:00.000-06:002003-03-10T21:13:45.483-06:00The good news: I got to call in sick to work today. The bad news: It was because I've now lost my voice. Three people have actually told me that the deep, raspy excuse for a voice I have left is sexy. I think I sound like a man. No, not a man even... I keep opening my mouth and only a squeak comes out, so I sound like a boy going through puberty. Ironically enough, now Rachel is the one trying Christiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17725873153200920086noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3511123.post-902697642003-03-06T18:35:00.000-06:002003-03-06T18:37:45.000-06:00Monday I was exhausted and feeling a little sick. The combination of sleepiness and Tylenol Cold make me completely non-functional in classes that day. I fell asleep a few times, just enough to start dreaming but somehow I was still taking notes. The result is fairly comical. My educational psych notes start out really messing, trailing off in places when I started to drift off to sleep. Even Christiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17725873153200920086noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3511123.post-900886762003-03-03T21:20:00.000-06:002003-03-03T21:20:48.856-06:00M: you should have a basketball tournament to find a new roommate. that would be fun C: or we could do something like joe millionaire and tell them the winner gets a million dollars. but then when we pick them we'll say "just kidding, you pay us rent instead" M: haha... "see, we just did this to find out who really wanted to live in the house" For the record, Rachel is irreplaceable so we may Christiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17725873153200920086noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3511123.post-900334742003-03-02T23:06:00.000-06:002003-03-02T23:07:55.000-06:00For the past week I've been overly distressed about Spring Break. Two friends presented a different set of plans and invited me along. Both offers were fun and enticing... one had the advantage of being cheaper, but the disadvantage of losing the other friend's company. Finally a compromise was orchestrated today that at least partially saved me the trouble of making a decision. Essentially I wasChristiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17725873153200920086noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3511123.post-900114982003-03-02T14:42:00.000-06:002003-03-02T14:42:00.263-06:00One of the AIM Today headlines right now reads, "America's Best Steak: It Could Be In Your Town." The first time I read it that seemed like more of a warning than an inticement.Christiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17725873153200920086noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3511123.post-897588582003-02-25T23:20:00.000-06:002003-02-25T23:28:04.000-06:00It's funny that MTV even bothers showing bands like Sahara Hotnights and The Raveonettes as part of Artists to Watch or Advance whatever-the-hell-it-was-called, because I don't think they have any intention of ever giving those bands air time again. But I've just admitted to watching MTV, so I don't think I have room to talk anymore. Christiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17725873153200920086noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3511123.post-896963692003-02-25T00:21:00.000-06:002003-02-25T00:21:53.856-06:00When I was at home last week my dad told me that he runs into Boss # 3 from this summer quite often. If you will recall, she's the one I said looked like a gnome and cackled like a witch. Yeah I feel like a bastard now because apparently my dad keeps running into her and she always raves about me and tells him that I have a job waiting for me at Reliant if I ever want it. It's funny to read my Christiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17725873153200920086noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3511123.post-896503592003-02-24T10:34:00.000-06:002003-02-24T23:55:35.000-06:00I knew we would run into each other eventually.... it happened Saturday night. But I was okay and he was okay and we knew we had survived as we tried to hug without stepping on the kid who had passed out on the lawn. He tried to hug me when we broke up but I wouldn't let him, and things were too quiet so I made him tell me jokes as I drove him home. There were too many substances in the Christiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17725873153200920086noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3511123.post-896240062003-02-23T18:51:00.000-06:002003-02-23T18:51:36.450-06:00R: Instead of getting another roommate next year, you should go to the Humane Society and adopt 50 cats to keep in the spare room. C: But cats don't pay rent. R: I'm sure that out of 50 cats, one of them is going to be responsible. C: If I could save time in a bottle I would drink it. M: Mmmm, vintage 2002... a good year. C: The first time you met me I was a pirate. M: But since then you've Christiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17725873153200920086noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3511123.post-894133102003-02-19T23:00:00.000-06:002003-02-19T23:00:29.000-06:00During WWII, Lyndon Johnson was supposed to fly a mission on the plane Wabash Cannibal, but when he left before takeoff to make a bathroom stop, an eager soldier stole his seat. LBJ was then reassigned to the much lamer sounding Heckling Hare. Hours later the Wabash Cannibal was shot down, killing everyone on board, including the man who had taken LBJ's seat. This is why I get so nervous when Christiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17725873153200920086noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3511123.post-893488542003-02-18T21:35:00.000-06:002003-02-18T21:35:18.766-06:00I went to my first yoga class today- YogaFit Lite, "This is the perfect workout if you are just starting with yoga, if you are feeling tired, or if you are looking for a bit more relaxation. It is the recommended class for first timers, pregnant women, seniors, children, and people with medical conditions." Pregnant women and seniors I can definitely keep up with. The lights were out (no one Christiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17725873153200920086noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3511123.post-890805202003-02-14T02:05:00.000-06:002003-02-14T02:08:19.000-06:00I've been to bars before, but tonight some friends and I paid a visit to Harpo's, the first college-variety, loud, crowded meat market I've gone to. Now I will admit that I am no stranger to drinking, parties, bars, etc, but this was an entirely new experience. Like I said, this place was a blatant meat market. Note to any girl in Columbia with a low self-esteem: go to Harpo's on Thurs nights.Christiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17725873153200920086noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3511123.post-890614722003-02-13T18:27:00.000-06:002003-02-13T18:51:07.000-06:00Elliott is sitting on my desk looking at me with that same hungry/eager look that boys get when they want to kiss you. Except Elliott doesn't want to kiss me, he wants to eat my hair. He wants to gnaw on it until it all falls out and I'm left with a bald head that smells like cat breath. Sorry my friend, that is not cute and not allowed.Christiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17725873153200920086noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3511123.post-890135782003-02-12T22:18:00.000-06:002003-02-12T22:18:38.536-06:00Ever wonder what our distinguished Attorney General looks like naked? Wonder no more.Christiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17725873153200920086noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3511123.post-889549352003-02-11T22:42:00.000-06:002003-02-11T22:42:19.000-06:00Before I left for class today I listened to "Happiness is a Warm Gun" and from that point on I've had the line "happiness.... bang, bang, shoot, shoot" playing over and over in my head. I feel like if someone could read my thoughts I would seem like a complete psycho. It's a Beatles song! Seriously- I'm not homicidal! Eep.Christiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17725873153200920086noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3511123.post-888934252003-02-10T22:36:00.000-06:002003-02-10T22:48:14.000-06:00M: I'm really sorry about Kenneth. Have you talked to him since it happened? C: Nope, and I really don't expect to. I'm fighting for custody of his friends though. Except the kid who still thinks my name is Cindy. He can keep him. M: LOL... If they're male you should have no problem stealing them. C: Also, I can buy them beer and Kenneth cannot. Not for several years. M: True C: Hey, "stealing" Christiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17725873153200920086noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3511123.post-888299182003-02-09T21:42:00.000-06:002003-02-09T21:42:08.156-06:00Elliott has a new game called "Melissa throws a rubberband into an empty cracker box and Elliott tries valliantly to squeeze his body into a space half his size, sliding across the room and usually into a wall." It's quite breathtaking, really.... what a great cat.Christiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17725873153200920086noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3511123.post-887901872003-02-09T01:31:00.000-06:002003-02-09T21:43:30.000-06:00The following is inspired by Rachel, who recently posted songs that "are" her... since I'm too late to comment on that post I thought I would do something on a slightly different note. If someone were to compile a soundtrack to the past month of my life (some due to lyrical significance, others due to mere timing), it would look something like this (in appropriate order): "Wish You Were Here" - Christiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17725873153200920086noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3511123.post-886913532003-02-06T23:58:00.000-06:002003-02-07T00:01:05.000-06:00I'm sure that Valentine's Day does make some people very happy, but I think it has the potential to make a lot more people very, very unhappy. Especially people who have just been dumped. It can make them so unhappy, in fact, that they are now flying home to Texas on the 14th in hopes that Texas will have the decency to cancel V-Day.Christiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17725873153200920086noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3511123.post-884521822003-02-02T21:41:00.000-06:002003-02-02T23:27:48.000-06:00I just watched two hours straight of commercials for a psych paper about stereotypes and roles of women, and I have two reactions: 1. There is too much emphasis on women being attractive. 2. I never want to see another commercial about incontinence. And speaking of stereotypes of women, it seems that no matter how hard I try to escape it, the dialogue about the differences between men and women Christiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17725873153200920086noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3511123.post-884389172003-02-02T16:40:00.000-06:002003-02-02T16:40:01.556-06:00My new theory: ironically enough, you have to be completely loopy to be a psychologist. I tried to ask Jamie about the presentation I'm supposed to do in May and he acted confused. "I sent you the email about this in December." "Oh, I must not have gotten it." "Yes you did, because you responded." "Oh. I did?" Once I explained to him about the award I won, he got excited and apparently told the Christiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17725873153200920086noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3511123.post-879285392003-01-23T19:01:00.000-06:002003-01-23T19:01:47.300-06:00Before we can begin dancing with our cats, we must first make contact with them.Christiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17725873153200920086noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3511123.post-878263032003-01-21T23:56:00.000-06:002003-01-21T23:59:51.000-06:00I never thought I'd be happy to go back to school, but my month of leisure quickly became agonizing boring. As of last weekend I resorted to organizing random things in my room, like putting recipes into a binder that I will probably never open again after organization is complete, or grouping the clothes in my closet by sleeve length. Suddenly there are more important things on the agenda, Christiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17725873153200920086noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3511123.post-875786992003-01-17T01:02:00.000-06:002003-01-17T01:02:55.000-06:00Conversation of the day: "When I was younger I always confused Gandhi with the Pope." "HA!" "Don't laugh! I just knew they were both important." "Um... that's not too bad. I'm sure at some point Gandhi and the Pope were... friends... or something."Christiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17725873153200920086noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3511123.post-873352232003-01-12T22:04:00.000-06:002003-01-12T22:06:07.000-06:00Before I left Houston my mom bought me a 12 pack of beer to bring back to school, and I'm not sure why. At some point I learned not to speculate as to why she buys me certain things, although perhaps it was a nice gesture... At any rate, I've just realized that I have 12 bottles of beer sitting in my car in the 8 degree Minnesota night. If they freeze and burst, my mom's well-intentioned gift Christiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17725873153200920086noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3511123.post-872406362003-01-10T17:41:00.000-06:002003-01-12T21:50:10.000-06:00I write to you from Northfield, MN, home of the lovely St Olaf College and thus my brother. In the past two days I've driven a total of 20 hours, with a rest stop in Kansas City last night. I stayed at the posh La Quinta Inn and had a diverse guided tour of the city featuring the Plaza and Ruskin Heights that I've always heard so much about. The problem: I'm having a little trouble adjusting toChristiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17725873153200920086noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3511123.post-870656232003-01-07T10:43:00.000-06:002003-01-10T17:31:49.000-06:00When I'm home it's always interesting to hear stories about what my former high school classmates are up to. As I get older, though, the nature of these stories changes. It used to be that I would hear about this person joining a sorority or that person moving overseas. Now when someone's name comes up it's because they're either engaged, married, or pregnant, and it makes me feel really old. Christiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17725873153200920086noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3511123.post-869534092003-01-05T01:25:00.000-06:002003-01-05T01:47:17.000-06:00Currently I am suffering from Sudafed-induced insomnia, and as I look over my site I'm wondering why "comments" has been replaced with "poseurs." I'll have to look into that some time soon. I'm also thinking that my first New Years resolution (yeah, it's a little late) will be to start doing yoga more regularly. No, this is not an effort to lose weight as clearly any weight loss would kill me, Christiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17725873153200920086noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3511123.post-868515152003-01-02T18:30:00.000-06:002003-01-05T01:26:06.000-06:00I got my grades the other day and I have a 4.0 for the semester. Anyone who spent time around me in the last four or so months can tell you that there is no way that should have happened, but apparently the two weeks of hell I went through in the end of the semester made up for all my slacking off. A 4.0 is nice but what my undisciplined, easily distracted self really needed was a 2.0 so I would Christiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17725873153200920086noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3511123.post-866114692002-12-27T21:50:00.000-06:002002-12-27T21:51:54.000-06:00Dad: "So Brian, what is your girlfriend studying?" Brian: "She's majoring in Women's Studies" Mom: "Does that mean she's learning how to cook and clean?" Oh mom. Christiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17725873153200920086noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3511123.post-865647402002-12-26T17:42:00.000-06:002002-12-26T17:42:40.143-06:00Last Christmas the sleepy suburban neighborhood of Northampton was plagued by vandals. The vandals (or as my dad refers to them- "damn destructive kids") were apparently tired of looking at the lighted deer that nearly everyone displayed in their front yards, so they decided to take action. One morning a dozen residents went outside to find that their deer had been moved and were imitating sex Christiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17725873153200920086noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3511123.post-863286052002-12-20T12:45:00.000-06:002002-12-20T12:45:04.153-06:00Things have finally setted down a bit. Hundreds of ounces of caffeine and several nervous breakdowns later, the papers and finals are done. I thought I would be able to relax on Tuesday but realized that I had let my room fall into complete disrepair and I needed to remedy this before my brother came to visit Wednesday. He's going to brave the 15 hour drive home with me tomorrow so I don't Christiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17725873153200920086noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3511123.post-861489412002-12-16T22:24:00.000-06:002002-12-16T22:24:14.326-06:00I'm almost done with classes. Just one more day. Then I will post.Christiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17725873153200920086noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3511123.post-857685362002-12-09T23:51:00.000-06:002002-12-10T00:03:18.000-06:00The last time I posted that every crappy thing happened in that day short of death, someone actually died. So I won't be making any statements like that this time, but I need to take a moment to be self-indulgent and whine about everything that happened today: -burnt my left hand really badly on the oven -three papercuts on my right hand -psych research/thesis is screwed up in every conceivable Christiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17725873153200920086noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3511123.post-857070702002-12-08T21:16:00.000-06:002002-12-08T22:41:19.000-06:00Rachel's birthday extravaganza 2002 was a big success. Despite the large number of guests and the alarming number of ex-boyfriends present, everything went fairly smoothly... except when a cop showed up to tell us to be quiet. After Delmar ex-boyfriend #1 yelled at the cop for a minute I managed to force the belligerent kid back inside... then the following exchange occured. It's hilarious in Christiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17725873153200920086noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3511123.post-854661382002-12-03T23:09:00.000-06:002002-12-03T23:09:05.736-06:00This week is an experiment to see how little sleep I can get before I'm completely incoherent and unable to function. Between now and 12/13 I have four different ten page papers due... most of which I haven't started. It's entirely my own fault since I've become alarmingly good at procrastinating. That doesn't mean it doesn't suck.Christiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17725873153200920086noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3511123.post-854019002002-12-02T17:49:00.000-06:002002-12-02T17:54:39.000-06:00My cognitive psych professor is usually very mellow, but he must have been feeling spunky today. "I bet you didn't know that bees have a language. Yeah! They speak by dancing." (tries to imitate bees dancing) "They do interpretive dance!" Then he had us read the script of a videogame or something that had been very poorly translated from Japanese. "All your base are belong to us" Apparently Christiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17725873153200920086noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3511123.post-853441172002-12-01T15:34:00.000-06:002002-12-01T15:42:39.000-06:00For the most part I enjoy cold weather. However, one thing that really annoys me is the fact that dry weather turns me into a huge conductor of static electricity. I shock everything and everyone that I touch, and my hair tends to stick straight up anytime I brush it. What I really want to do is drag my feet along the carpet and find a boy to kiss so that "sparks will fly." Except this probablyChristiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17725873153200920086noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3511123.post-852655842002-11-29T13:59:00.000-06:002002-11-29T14:06:03.000-06:00Every year I swear I won't go near a mall on the day after Thanksgiving and every year I break that promise. I blame it on Kohl's and their evil Early Bird specials. Also, I have nothing else to do during the day except play Grand Theft Auto or watch football with my dad. Today I headed out at 10 because I'm still living in the alternate version of reality known as "college" where no one wakes Christiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17725873153200920086noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3511123.post-851318682002-11-26T17:12:00.000-06:002002-11-26T17:13:08.000-06:00This reminds me of the good ole days, drinking with the roommates and Chase and listening to "Eating is Fun, Eating is Serious." I know, I'm a terrible human being. This afternoon I found myself playing relationship/sex counselor to one of my little brother's friends, and the whole situation was so uncomfortable and surreal that I had to give Rachel all the uncomfortable, surreal details as wellChristiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17725873153200920086noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3511123.post-850681612002-11-25T13:33:00.000-06:002002-11-25T13:34:47.000-06:00Things that make me feel better about flying: -when the flight attendants are friendly and confident -no funny noises coming from the engines -when the plane lands and someone announces that "the safest part of your trip is now over. Be sure to drive carefully" Things that don't make me feel better about flying: -mean, impatient flight attendants -when people tell me to have a safe trip (this Christiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17725873153200920086noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3511123.post-849845732002-11-23T17:08:00.000-06:002002-11-23T17:08:50.600-06:00Typically I'm the type of person who makes extensive lists weeks before taking a trip, which may be why I have the sinking feeling that I'm forgetting something really important right now. Thanksgiving break sort of snuck up on me this year so I have no lists... I'm pretty sure I have all my clothes packed, so hopefully anything else can be replaced. I do, however, have a hastily compiled list ofChristiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17725873153200920086noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3511123.post-849754432002-11-23T12:13:00.000-06:002002-11-23T12:16:04.000-06:00I think the moment it truly hit me was when I saw the note on his desk (written just a week ago) that read, "Christy's cell phone #..." In three months he never once took the time to learn the correct spelling of my name. That's pretty freakin pathetic. Christiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17725873153200920086noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3511123.post-847843712002-11-19T16:54:00.000-06:002002-11-19T18:56:52.000-06:00File this under "if I want anything done right I have to do it myself..." My thesis experiment was finally supposed to start running today and I was giddy with anticipation. Seriously. Unfortunately I'm not supposed to actually run it myself because I designed it and that can create potential conflicts, so one of the other RAs took charge. I did not approve of this RA. She seemed unreliable and Christiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17725873153200920086noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3511123.post-847486902002-11-18T23:56:00.000-06:002002-11-18T23:56:55.000-06:00After a night of girl talk, it seems that we have pinpointed the source of almost all of the relationship problems experienced in 3509: 1) Most guys honestly would prefer not to be involved in relationships, and 2) Most girls are willing to put up with this. Far too many, in fact.Christiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17725873153200920086noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3511123.post-847255442002-11-18T15:32:00.000-06:002002-11-18T15:35:03.000-06:00Ok, clearly you have earned the title of "non-evil Chris" (unless you would prefer something else... FBI Chris? Sk8er boi Chris?). However, keep in mind that if at any time you engage in evil activites like hunting, breaking girls' hearts, etc, I will have no choice but to refer to the two of you as one collective evil Chris entity. Christiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17725873153200920086noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3511123.post-846946692002-11-18T00:04:00.000-06:002002-11-18T15:28:19.000-06:00So once I made it the Galleria I was delighted to see a Whole Foods Market. I don't know why I was surprised because typically any area with lots of rich people also has large quantities of hippy food. I didn't actually buy anything there because it wouldn't have made it home, but I got all kinds of fun stuff at World Market. For example: 1. Sake- I'm not sure why. It was there and I've never Christiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17725873153200920086noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3511123.post-846934072002-11-17T23:29:00.000-06:002002-11-18T00:14:51.000-06:00I almost turned around twenty minutes into my drive to St Louis after I saw no fewer than ten deer, dead and feet up in the back of pickup trucks. I try to keep my mouth shut regarding hunting season because I know a lot of people in this area are big hunting fans, but I draw the line when I have to stare at a carcass for long periods of time while I'm driving. I've heard all of the reasons Christiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17725873153200920086noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3511123.post-846646362002-11-17T11:02:00.000-06:002002-11-17T11:02:08.196-06:00As promised, I'm leaving town for the day. I couldn't convince anyone to accompany me so I'm going to do my best not to get myself killed. If you're in St Louis (specifically: Meredith and Rachel), call my cell phone if you want to meet me at the museums or mall. Otherwise I'm happy to make trouble on my own...Christiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17725873153200920086noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3511123.post-846044052002-11-15T20:47:00.000-06:002002-11-15T20:53:42.000-06:00Earlier I was hit by an impulse to travel... not far, probably just to St Louis or Kansas City. I called Melissa this afternoon in a fit of spontaneity and begged her to leave town to go shopping and visit museums with me this weekend. Being in weakened physical condition (she has a cold), she almost agreed to run off to Kansas City. We were all set to leave tonight and stay in the 'Burg with herChristiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17725873153200920086noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3511123.post-844625602002-11-13T02:13:00.000-06:002002-11-13T02:15:12.000-06:00We just finished a 3 hour long Bubble Bobble tournament at our house, old school Nintendo style. What? Homework? Never heard of it.Christiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17725873153200920086noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3511123.post-844401652002-11-12T17:04:00.000-06:002002-11-12T17:06:49.000-06:00I went to the mall today... it's always interesting that employees almost universally disapprove of my patronage. Apparently I'm too preppy for Hot Topic and not preppy enough for Hollister. The only place I fit in is Victoria's Secret, so that's where I spend my money. Every last penny of it.Christiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17725873153200920086noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3511123.post-843333242002-11-10T17:22:00.000-06:002002-11-10T17:28:50.000-06:00PS: I apologize for all the typos that I don't manage to catch until a week after they are posted. I'm working on being a more thorough proofreader. That is all.Christiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17725873153200920086noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3511123.post-843332752002-11-10T17:21:00.000-06:002002-11-10T17:28:31.000-06:00Yesterday Rachel was kind enough to accompany me to the MU/Colorado football game since it's one of the last games of the season. Neither of us have gone to many games... I think that I've actually been to 1.5 MU football games in the years I've been a student here. For some reason, this semester I was overcome by the urge to go to a game, and I figured I would either 1) hate it and realize why IChristiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17725873153200920086noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3511123.post-842036992002-11-07T20:45:00.000-06:002002-11-10T17:10:49.000-06:001. Today I was on campus forever, running experiments and assembling (reassembling, re-reassembling...) materials. The stupid experiment I'm running involves a considerable amount of deception and so far the participants have been tearing me apart when they find out they won't really be "getting acquainted" with anyone. It's a really long story... suffice it to say that it's been a long week. 2. Christiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17725873153200920086noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3511123.post-841356932002-11-06T15:36:00.000-06:002002-11-06T23:18:04.000-06:00There's a boy who lives across the street from us who always stands outside. Not only does he always stand outside, but he stands sandwiched between his car and the garage door in a very awkward manner. I assumed he was a chain smoker and that would explain why he was out there every time I looked across the street. Last night I got home at 1:45 (which is a whole other story) and as soon as I gotChristiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17725873153200920086noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3511123.post-839740172002-11-03T16:47:00.000-06:002002-11-03T16:47:48.666-06:00"If you don't eat your meat you can't have any pudding. How are you going to have any pudding if you don't eat your meat?" I've been in a very odd place recently... personally and musically. After a conversation with my brother last week I bought my first Pink Floyd cd and proceeded to become obsessed with it. This afternoon has consisted mostly of me sitting around with Melissa, burning incenseChristiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17725873153200920086noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3511123.post-839371482002-11-02T18:33:00.000-06:002002-11-03T17:04:06.000-06:00I'm too lazy to actually write something meaningful, but I think that some of the conversations I had/overheard will give you a good idea of what my week was like... Boy 1 at party: "You can't drive! There's a beer in your hand!" Christie: "Yeah but it's not even my beer and I've only had three sips of it." Friend A: "Right, three times a MILLION! Haha, Christie, I said three times a million!" (Christiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17725873153200920086noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3511123.post-838449922002-10-31T16:15:00.000-06:002002-10-31T16:15:15.293-06:00Today my faculty mentor Jamie asked me the dreaded question, "So are you applying to grad school?" I explained to him that I want to go to grad school eventually but I'm still not sure exactly what I want to study so I'll need to take a year off. He must have sensed that I needed a motivational speech to reassure me that it's ok not to know, even this close to graduation. Much to my delight he Christiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17725873153200920086noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3511123.post-838434292002-10-31T15:37:00.000-06:002002-10-31T15:37:34.923-06:00Yesterday Elliott found a picture on my floor and decided a fun thing to do would be to lick it obsessively. I'm guessing there must be some kind of chemical on it that for some reason tastes good to him, but it's probably also safe to assume that he probably shouldn't be ingesting said chemical. Trying to be a responsible cat aunt I moved the picture onto my bookshelf where I thought he Christiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17725873153200920086noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3511123.post-838123812002-10-31T00:53:00.000-06:002002-10-31T00:56:00.000-06:00Fear not, it's still safe to kiss me. I don't actually have mono as I previously suspected. A while back there was some question as to whether the boy had it, so when I got sick this week I decided to be melodramatic about it. Ordinary colds are just so boring. I had all the symptoms described on Yahoo health, so I don't think it was an unreasonable assumption. Also it would have been nice to Christiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17725873153200920086noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3511123.post-837366942002-10-29T16:00:00.000-06:002002-10-31T00:53:22.000-06:00Did you ever notice how all of the songs on the radio are about love in some form? Yeah, that really sucks. Except the new Eminem song isn't about love... maybe that's why I like it. You heard me- I like the new Eminem song. And I don't like songs about love. Not at the moment.Christiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17725873153200920086noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3511123.post-836369282002-10-27T20:04:00.000-06:002002-10-27T20:04:09.226-06:00This weekend Melissa took Rachel and me to Warrensburg, home of Roy and Pearl and the origin of the phrase "man's best friend". From what I had heard from anyone who has ever lived in Warrensburg, I expected a tiny town with all of two streets and 100 or so residents. It's actually a neat little town though, and not nearly as lame as everyone makes it sound. We got to see the CMSU homecoming Christiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17725873153200920086noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3511123.post-834911882002-10-24T21:13:00.000-05:002002-10-24T21:26:59.000-05:00Hmm... very clever how this one has invented an imaginary "other Chris" and pretends to be "Michael's roommate" so no one finds out that he is, in fact, the evil one who wreaked havoc on my life last semester. Very clever indeed.Christiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17725873153200920086noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3511123.post-834780852002-10-24T16:01:00.000-05:002002-10-24T21:25:10.000-05:00Not since English 20 has my writing been so mercilessly torn apart. For my honors thesis I had to write and submit an abstract to the Midwestern Psychological Association so I can present my research at a regional convention. When I met with my advisor Jamie, I let him know that I have no clue how to write and abstract and would therefore require some assistance. He couldn't find examples from Christiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17725873153200920086noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3511123.post-834183472002-10-23T14:12:00.000-05:002002-10-23T14:12:36.126-05:00I finally broke things off with Kenneth on Monday, and I'm actually feeling much better about than I expected to. Thanks to lots of coaching from my friends I was able to pull off what I believe is the strongest thing I've ever done (note that this doesn't say much). Possibly the most surprising part was that things were actually left on a good note, and we definitely don't hate each other. I Christiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17725873153200920086noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3511123.post-833541282002-10-22T10:13:00.000-05:002002-10-22T10:13:11.380-05:00I just fell hard from the no-caffeine bandwagon and was smacked by a double mocha on the way down.Christiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17725873153200920086noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3511123.post-832831952002-10-21T00:16:00.000-05:002002-10-21T00:24:02.000-05:00Well, most of this weekend was entirely unproductive. I had to go back to my list and add things like "eat lots of oreos" and "sleep" just so I had something to check off. I did have a chance to go to the party and take my little brothers out, but very little homework was completed and shit with kenneth was anything but sorted out. Unless anyone's idea of sorted out means "suddenly we're the Christiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17725873153200920086noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3511123.post-831344882002-10-17T15:48:00.000-05:002002-10-17T15:48:41.000-05:00I'm well aware that the quality/frequency of my posts has declined drastically since the summer. For that I am sorry. I also gave up on a redesign long ago, mostly because I can never decide if I want to close down the ole website altogether. Today I'm feeling ambitious though, so I thought I would share my exciting to do list for this weekend: -write public policy paper -write psych abstract -Christiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17725873153200920086noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3511123.post-829019792002-10-12T19:39:00.000-05:002002-10-12T19:39:05.143-05:00Melissa and I are addicted to the new Missy Elliott song. There is a 3509 party tonight and I think we will play it over and over all night long. That is all.Christiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17725873153200920086noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3511123.post-826527922002-10-07T15:34:00.000-05:002002-10-07T15:39:36.000-05:00I just packed up my mom and Rachel's mom and sent them on their way back to Texas. I love my mom very much, but her visit was very traumatic for several reasons. 1. She cleans incessantly (ex: "do you have a ladder? the ceiling is filthy!") 2. I'm not sure of the context, but I heard her mutter the words "phone sex" 3. The following panic-inducing questions kept coming out of her mouth: a) "so Christiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17725873153200920086noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3511123.post-824792652002-10-03T14:21:00.000-05:002002-10-03T14:27:07.000-05:00Oh my gentle Jesus. Someone from the Postal Service just came by to drop something off for Rachel. Since Elliott kept trying to escape, I invited the man in while he was talking to me about the situation with the mail. This was a huge mistake. He was here for THIRTY MINUTES. He was asking my major and trying to get me to psychoanalyze him. I played along and tried to be friendly until he asked meChristiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17725873153200920086noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3511123.post-823878022002-10-01T18:20:00.000-05:002002-10-01T18:20:34.006-05:00Today I was working in the psych lab essentially all day and going pretty insane in the process. Last week we were all excited because the experiment I'm running was actually showing logical results, unfortunately today's analysis showed a complete change. So I sat with the RAs for a while and discussed how in the world I will develop my own research off of a project that isn't turning out as we Christiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17725873153200920086noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3511123.post-823349332002-09-30T17:54:00.000-05:002002-09-30T17:56:26.000-05:00I've been very lazy when it comes to posting lately, but... I don't really have a reason why. So, I'm going to copy Melissa big time and do a quick (and at times not so quick)recap of the past week. Mon-Thurs: Most of my days were spent running experiments in the psych lab, and my nights were spent either around alcohol (* note that I did not drink during the week though) or watching tv, but Christiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17725873153200920086noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3511123.post-820244912002-09-23T21:28:00.000-05:002002-09-23T21:28:30.093-05:00When I left campus today there was a man in a motorized wheelchair riding in the middle of the road alongside the cars. I'm not sure, but I don't think that's probably a safe thing to do.Christiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17725873153200920086noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3511123.post-820151312002-09-23T17:53:00.000-05:002002-09-23T17:55:47.000-05:00There was a time when I believed that having a boyfriend would solve all of my problems. I would feel loved and appreciated, and I'd never be lonely again. A part of me still believes this for a minute when I meet a boy that I'm crazy about, but inevitably there is always a moment of sad epiphany when i realize this is not the case. Yesterday, unfortunately, I was slapped by one of those Christiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17725873153200920086noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3511123.post-819168612002-09-21T11:34:00.000-05:002002-09-21T11:34:34.000-05:00Good lord. I went to bed last night around 5 am, which I believe is an all-time record for me. Maybe. And of course I woke up at 8:30 and couldn't get back to sleep because I was thinking about what it was like to cuddle with Kenneth last night. I'm such a dork. We went to a party, and I'm very proud to report that I didn't drink. It's remarkable, however, that extreme sleepiness can feel very Christiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17725873153200920086noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3511123.post-818448932002-09-19T18:38:00.000-05:002002-09-19T18:38:26.000-05:00"The world, in all its wonders and horrors, is much more vital and compelling than the excesses of your private universe"Christiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17725873153200920086noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3511123.post-818095022002-09-19T00:44:00.000-05:002002-09-19T00:44:00.156-05:00Ever since I got a 105 on my first cognitive psych quiz, the boy who sits behind me keeps trying to get me to help him cheat. That just gave me bad flashbacks of high school French class when everyone sitting around me requested that I stop writing in cursive on my tests because it's too difficult to read from the next row. There's no way I'm letting this boy cheat off of me, so being such a Christiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17725873153200920086noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3511123.post-817385022002-09-17T15:42:00.000-05:002002-09-19T00:44:38.000-05:00Today my brother signed on AIM, sent me this link and signed back off. He has this really random obsession with psychadelic drugs, except he says he's never actually done them. To him it seems to be a scholarly curiosity (so far). He has researched every hallucinogenic drug known to man and delights in telling me (and my parents!) all about them. I give him until the end of the semester before Christiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17725873153200920086noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3511123.post-817381802002-09-17T15:34:00.000-05:002002-09-17T15:34:30.123-05:00As of last night, my liver and I are no longer on speaking terms. I'm sure my impending 21st birthday won't help relations either. Sorry my friend. Christiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17725873153200920086noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3511123.post-816528642002-09-15T21:37:00.000-05:002002-09-15T21:37:59.266-05:00Last night Elliot slept in my bed since Rachel is gone. He's very sweet but he's even more restless than I am and he kept getting up and knocking things over on my night table. Several times I woke up to him meowing in my ear and I just kind of grunted and pushed him away. This morning I noticed that there was a pile of rubberbands lying next to my head. He wanted to play! What a weird, fun catChristiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17725873153200920086noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3511123.post-816140272002-09-14T20:53:00.000-05:002002-09-14T21:26:25.000-05:00Imagine every little thing that could possibly go wrong (short of death), and there's a good chance it happened today.Christiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17725873153200920086noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3511123.post-815683732002-09-13T15:39:00.000-05:002002-09-13T15:41:54.000-05:00So I've been pretty good about going to the gym regularly. I lift weights and I torture myself with the exercise machines. Lately I don't even get sore after working out. However... Yesterday I played frisbee. Today I am extremely sore all over. From frisbee. Someone explain this to me.Christiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17725873153200920086noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3511123.post-815432472002-09-13T01:25:00.000-05:002002-09-13T01:25:19.120-05:00Random thoughts... 1. my roommates are hilarious 2. argh! gre in less than two days 3. argh! my car is still broken 4. how will i get to the gre with no car?? 5. i just remembered i have a presentation of sorts tomorrow that i'm not ready for 6. why is there guacamole on my desk? 7. tiffany is very elusive, and my cell phone's crappy service makes it very hard to call jen 8. elliott would be Christiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17725873153200920086noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3511123.post-814901772002-09-11T22:39:00.000-05:002002-09-11T22:39:47.793-05:00Also, this is beautiful.Christiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17725873153200920086noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3511123.post-814889242002-09-11T22:12:00.000-05:002002-09-11T22:13:28.000-05:00It's so weird that an entire year has gone by. I can still remember walking to class thinking "I shouldn't be here. I want to go home." My art professor cancelled class, telling us we should spend the hour in the art museum. I just went to the library and closed myself in the restroom. There was a test in child psychology, and the professor put up an overhead saying that her sympathies went out Christiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17725873153200920086noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3511123.post-814318302002-09-10T20:32:00.000-05:002002-09-10T20:32:24.000-05:00In the grocery store today there was a boy looking at me really funny and I realized it's the boy who sold me a car battery last week. Why was he looking at me funny? Because: Me: "Why won't my car start?" Boy: "Your battery is dead." Me: "Can I have a new one?" Boy: "Yeah what kind do you want? We have Diehard silver, gold and platinum." Me: "Um. I.. uh.. sorry, what does that mean?" Boy: "blah Christiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17725873153200920086noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3511123.post-813747972002-09-09T17:13:00.000-05:002002-09-09T17:13:57.003-05:00YAY! (am I obsessed? just a little)Christiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17725873153200920086noreply@blogger.com