pdiddy17

So I think it might be hitting me (my apologies to my 25 and older readers..which is probably everybody) I have been feeling this quarter of a century thing a little too much for my own good. Last might I had blazing plans to go salsa the night away, yet after a late night at work, I came home, ae a sandwich and just sat in front of the television, so sad. Tonight I was supposed to go to a pizza party, but a 5pm nap lasted a little too long, and here I am, rested, cranky and very hungry. The horrors of the afternoon nap are once again approaching. Boo, my metabolism is no longer what it used to be, flabbiness is not becoming on me, yet it remains (granted I only run for like 30 minutes when I go to the gym and spend the rest of teh time on the weights) I need to alter my exercise so that it is more age appropriate. *sigh*

Current Location: Home
Current Mood: cranky
Current Music: Soul to Squeeze - RHCP

So its been raining here in New Haven, steadily and HARD for 5 straight hours (important fact #1). That is the backdrop of my story. Last night I stopped by a fund raiser and proceeded onto the joys of alcohol. After a heavy night of drinking and other tomfoolery (watching people ride a mechanical bull in a random New Haven bar), I realized that I began the night with two accessories, my umbrella, and a nice white t-shirt that I picked up at the fund raiser. At the end of the night I was sans umbrella but some some odd reason I did not lose the t-shirt, which was still gleaming white despite traipsing around with me to various New Haven locales while nestled snugly in my back-pocket. This irked me, but oh well. When I awoke today, it was not raining, but I wanted to do some housecleaning before heading out to do some errands. At about 11:30 the rains came, I figured I would wait them out, but 4 hours later is was raining just as hard with no let up in sight. My roomie had left the house i the early morning, so I was going stir crazy by myself. I figured that I needed to get outside, despite the rain. Well, the lack of an umbrella was a little bit of a hindrance. After some searching I found my girlfriend's umbrella that she leaves here, no problem...except its big and PINK! But I am man enough to deal with it, and despite the few sly looks and overt comments (from some ppl I knew) I ventured out, got a DVD, did some other window shopping, decided to not buy milk (yes I was "window shopping" dairy items) and came on home. 
Upon my return I realized that the sewer drain at the curb in front of my house was severely backed up with leaves. The rain water was about 6 inches deep and was coming onto the sidewalk. Not a huge problem, but annoying enough that I wanted to do something about it. So before I even unlocked my door (important face #2) I set down my pink umbrella, grabbed a garden shovel and decided to clear some of the leaves. So I am rocking to my MP3 player and bending down to start swishing away the water when all of a sudden, the music stops and I feel a tug on my earphones. to my sheer horror I look down too late and see the empty end of my earphones, no longer attached to the player!!!!  My poor lil' iRiver MP3 player (my b-day present to myself last year) was sinking into the murky waters and down into the sewage of New Haven.  So before I could really think about it, I drop the shovel and bend down to begin the frantic search, but before I can even get to my knees, my KEYS fly out of my pocket and into the same dark murky water.  Now note this is not just a puddle, but actually the sewer, so these things are either going to be found or lost forever.  When i saw my keys go the way of the MP3 player, all bets were off and I SHOVED my hand into the muddy, leafy, disease ridden sewer to grab them, I had no choice since I had not unlocked my frond door yet refer to fact #2.  With reflexes faster than I even knew I grabbed my key ring and pulled the keys back from certain sewage death.  Now the MP3 player.  It had been in the water now for about 45 seconds and I had no idea where.  Ever hopeful, I stuck my hand back in the fetid, murkiness and picked up leaves, garbage, mud and probably about 3-4 STD's, but no MP3 player.  So I start frantically shoveling the water/leaf mixture with the hope that the overflowing rain is keeping my lil' iRiver afloat somewhere.  After 3 minutes I cursed myself for being an idiot and grabbed my earphones and yelled at them for not saving their friend (lil' iRiver).  They really did let go quicker than Rose did Jack at the end of Titanic.  So I threw them into the backyard and propped the shovel on the side of the house.  I began to open the front door and realized that I couldn't let my lil' iRiver, who had accompanied me on so many plane/train/bus trips across the country, to go out like such a punk bitch, I was gonna fight.  So I storm out to the curb determined to give it another effort....and whattya know lil' iRiver floated to the surface.  I grabbed it, saw that it was still playing the song last on (Ludacris - "Fatty Girl") and rejoiced.  Maybe New Haven rats can't back that ass up and sent it back up, but I was joyed.  I dryed it off with a feverish pace, and only time will tell if the water did any lasting damage.  Here is to good karma and going to church!!!

Current Mood: enthralled
Current Music: Stairway to Heaven

So with the MCATs barrelling down on me like an 18-wheeler without brakes, I took the day to run errands and rest the brain. Woke up nicely after a wonderful sleep and conversed with my roomate about random stuff (which occurs every morning) We have breached topics from China to Bush to smelly leftover Thai food. Then I made my way to the barbershop, quickly remembering that Hu Jintao (President of China) was speaking at Yale. There were a lot of people happy/not happy about this whatsoever. Both groups were out in full support/protest. It was loud and pretty annoying to not even be able to WALK on most streets, but I respect the solidarity and hope in the protesters, and I am glad to have seen it (not the talk, but the protesting). So the barbershop was nice and then I was went to my local Shaws supermarket. My god.....I can't even beign to describe the incompetence of some people. If you work in an establishment, you should know the location of your inventory right? I think you should. I interuppted a worker who was just blabbing on with some other customer. I decided that their blabbing chatter was not "work-matter", so I deflty interrupted with a nice "Excuse me, but where is your canola oil?" She looks at me, and plainly says "In 4". I assumed she meant aisle 4, so I rolled my cart and traipsed over to aisle four. I looked up, I looked down, I looked sideways, in back of B&M Beans, moved the ketchup out of the way. After simply conceding that she was either lying or had no idea where the canola oil was herself I huffed to myself and went on the adventure to find it. Now the main problem with "adventures" in the supermarket is that you tend to buy more things, which is precisely why the commons items are never in the same places. I came into Shaws to buy 1- hot dogs, 2- french fries, 3- canola oil. I had gotten the first two and was about to conclude my supermarket trip, and then this unfortunate incident of LIES tripped me up. I would later find the rogue canola oil in Aisle 6 with the rest of his trans fatty friends, vegetable oil and corn oil. While looking for the oil I stumbled upon hot dog buns (which are never sold in the same quantities that hot dogs are sold in..ANGER!!!!) and threw them in the cart. The whole point of this trip was to get quick easy stuff that would not take much prep time. Then came the kryptonite.....as much as I am against stereotypes, I do conform to some (well, "a lot" is a better word) So while still searching for the elusive Canola Oil I rolled through the meat section consciously telling myself that sausage and chicken were not part of the plan, but then I saw it..."Buy 1 Roaster Chicken...Get 1 FREE". All bets were off, I thought about it for about 0.004 seconds, and then i found myself rummaging through this cornucopia of *potentially avian-flu carrying* poultry. But I didn't care, 2 whole roaster chickens for the price of one! I was overjoyed. After much squeezing and comparison I settled on two chickens....I felt good about it, 11 lbs of chicken for $8.50!!! Good times. While waiting in line and surveying my cart (I also bought a bottle of squeezable jelly, marinade, and a bag of lettuce..for the hot dogs of course) I laughed/cringed at my weakness. Was it my weakness for chicken, or my obsession with always getting a good deal on food. Then, as if pre-arranged...an automated voice came over the Shaws loudspeaker. "Welcome to Shaws, where we have the finest chicken in New Haven...." It was well beyond hilarious, I just smiled and shook my head, is this their selling point, and if it is, does it work? Oh the relationship between my people and chicken.....

Current Location: Home
Current Mood: accomplished
Current Music: Jackson 5

I'm sad. And for no good reason. I am taking the MCATS in 2 days, I will be able to drink myself into oblivion (if i so chose) as I celebrate the MCAT's completion and my birthday (however belatedly). My girlfriend is coming to visit me next week, and I haven't seen her since January. My sister (the water-mark for bourgie-ness) just sent me a simply and incredibly meaningful card for my birthday. The kind of card you get like 3 or 4 times in life and all the elements were right. She said just what I needed to hear at the exact time that I picked up the card. It was nice. Alas, I just got finished reading a very long interview with Nick Lachey about his forlorn love...AHA!!!!...that is why I am sad (and a little pathetic) I definitely internalized his sturggle for no good reason, although I did pee next to him at bathroom at an airport in Kentucky last year. Well, identifying that sadness has alleviated it greatly, oh the joys of livejournal. I hope everyone has taken to viewing my last link, but if you haven't here is it again, its a must see.  In other news, I should be going over organic chemistry or blood types or electron withdrawing groups, but I am going to watch the latest Sopranos episode instead.  Wish me luck on Saturday.  Congrats to my new home-owner friends!!!!!

Current Mood: cheerful
Current Music: Someday We'll Be Together (The Supremes)

This is too good to keep to myself. The wonders of the Juggernaut . I did it, I finally put a hyperlink in my post!  And its a good one!

Current Location: watching

So evidently "religiosity" is a real word, I am a litle upset at this. But the point of this quick update is to confess that I read a men's online magazine. Which is fine, but tonight they had an article that was written for women. And I realized something, its been so long since I read an issue of Cosmo (with my girlfriend in Ohio, and no other close girlfriends in New Haven, I have no cover). Anyway, I haven't read an article written for women in so long that when I read it and realized it was meant for women (or for me to read to their woman) I felt like I was cheating. I rarely got this feeling with Cosmo, because their advice/columns were either so blatanlt obvious (i.e. "Guys Like Oral Sex!!") or insanely misguided (i.e. "How to Lose 12 pounds in 6 days!!") that it never really was an inside look. this article was about women in dry spells and how to end them. I felt like I had read the answer key to an exam before taking it, I equate this feeling to what it would feel like to be invisible and spy on people (preferrably women). Ok..enough.

Current Location: Pistol Wavin' New Haven
Current Mood: content
Current Music: Simon Says

One of the worst addicitons that plagues this society of hard working men and women is NOT alcohol, NOT drugs, NOT pornography, no it is something far more sinister. Yes, I am talking about the far reaching ill-effects of the "SUNDAY AFTERNOON NAP" (SAN). How many work deadlines have been missed due to this SAN phenomenon? How many accidents has SAN caused by itself as people rush to get to work because they overslept, because the SAN did not let them fall asleep until 3:46 AM, knowing damn well they had to wake up at 7 AM for work. SAN is like a sweet, beautiful, voluptous women who is incredibly sexy, but she's absolutely crazy. You know you shouldn't flirt with her (approach the bed after church/brunch/Sunday morning tomfoolery), but you do anyway, and she seduces you (faling asleep on the bed) and then you emerge from this fabulous fling filled with an energy that justifies the lack of judgement (the energy from the nap). THen she starts calling you and hanging out outside your apartment on some odd Wednesday evening and calling you boys (you can't fall asleep at any reasonable hour for work). You realized you were burned and you swear that you won't do this again...ever. But her scent is too sweet and you know that your will power is just not strong enough....and it happens again. Thus is the phenomenon known as the Sunday Afternoon Nap. Damn

Current Mood: awake
Current Music: Stairway to Heaven

And there is nudity....*full frontal*...wow....*back to the movie*

Ok, so this is gonna be quick. I am in the middle of watching 'A history of Violence'. The movie is pretty good in terms of plot (thus far). But the reason I am posting is that the movie is SO GANGSTA! I mean...there is a lot of fucking violence, and its awesome! This is the best Saturday night/procrastination/home alone movie I have watched in a while. Like I said, the plot if pretty good, but the movie as a whole just delivers the goods. My GOD! SO FUCKING GANGSTA. Needless to say "A History of Violence"'s gangsta is VERY REAL! *back to the movie*

Current Mood: enthralled

You know what needs to be done?? All companies that make toothpaste need to let the consumer (me) know approximately how many "brushings" to expect out of a tube. Granted Im about to be 25 (April 17th), but I still really can never judge how long the toothpaste is going to last. And I feel others can sympathize, often you will begin the morning by brushing your teeth and then notice the the tube has reached the "critical" level. But by the time you get to work/school/whatever you do, you have forgotten about it....until that night....when it hits you again...but its night time, so you just brush your teeth with the brush and some water hoping that the residual old toothpaste might work its way out of the bristles and into your teeth. Then you go to bed. Only to COMPLETELY forget in the morning an be shocked and pissed that you now have no toothpaste and have to head to work/school/whatever with stank breath. So you pop in some gum or drinka coffee to mask the bacterial celebration in your mouth, but its not the same, no fresh feeling, no confidence saying words with the letter "h" or even laughing close to someone else. All this could be solved with a simple "Good for 30 brushings" label on the tube......

Current Mood: accomplished