Wow, almost February...
Where did the time go??? It seriously seems like it was just New Year's Day! Yikes!
I'm totally in the mood for pizza tonight, and I'm just thinking that maybe there is a pepperoni and mushroom pizza out there for me - somewhere. The girls went to Pizza Hut tonight, but I couldn't go...damn senior sem! Oh well.
I think I'm going to start incorporating a 'Famous Last Words' segment for my blog. Look for it later on. These famous last words are going to be from me, hehe, because I'm so good at uttering famous last words. Not last in the sense of last words ever, just to let everyone know!
Hang on, I'm going to go order pizza now....
Okay, so I ordered my pizza and in the meantime checked my phone messages. Bad idea! Bad idea! So this whole recital crap is starting to seriously piss me off. It's my friggin' recital. I cannot move it to the 17th. I just can't. It's not possible. There's a number of reasons for this. First, I have already moved the date THREE times. I don't want to move it again. Second, like I mentioned earlier at some point, Liz's recital is on Saturday, and I don't think either one of us wants to share the hall. Third, the fucking department calendar has ALREADY been released, and my date was the 24th. Fourth, I have people coming in from Milwaukee and Stevens Point to play in my recital. Fifth, if I do move it to the 17th, the latest my dress rehearsal could be would be the 14th...which might be kind of hard to get everyone together for!! And sixth, I don't care if it's okay with everyone else. It's NOT okay with me!!! But who cares if it's not okay with me?? It's not like it's MY recital or anything. I'm not moving it to the 17th. I flat-out refuse. I will drop the major and not do a recital before I will move it again. That is, until tomorrow, when they will give me lots of shit and I will inevitably give in. But by giving in, it means no Fanfare (dress rehearsal that isn't the day before the concert means no 2nd oboe or english horn, and my 1st bassoonist isn't available on friday or saturday night, so hence, no Fanfare). So then I will have a less than stellar recital, because the only reason I haven't dropped the major is because I wanted to play Fanfare and Poulenc on my recital. One out of two isn't worth getting stressed over, so don't bother coming because my recital is going to suck. Score. Fuckers.
Sorry, just a little pissed-off-ness for a minute.
Anyway.
Introducing Famous Last Words!
Let's talk about evil things like the Pill. As you may know, the Pill makes small-chested girls happy, because most likely, they grow an entire bra size. Hooray for them. I would prefer that my boobs DON'T grow, thank you, so that already limits the pill options. Low-estrogen pills aren't as effective either (wasn't there a big stink about how the Ortho-TriCyclen LOW was considerably less foolproof that the regular dosage? Yeah. That sucks. I'm not on that pill, and I never was, just for the record). But seriously, if I relied on the Pill, I most likely would have been in big trouble, oh, a long time ago, since what I AM on IS low-dosage Pills. I might add that it hasn't kept 'em any smaller either...or even really at the normal size. It just doesn't make them grow AS MUCH.
(reference: Thursday, Jan. 6, 2005 - I hate shallow people)
**Famous last words in bold. I just got a new 'scrip for the Pill. Guess which one it was???? RATS!!!
Just for the record, girls and shoes is something that no guy should really ever try to understand...I can't exactly explain it myself, but hey, I'll try. Later. When I start writing my understanding women postings.
Right now, however, I'm going to eat pizza. :)
Oh yeah, one more rant...Ripon College webemail! Been down since this afternoon. *insert expletives* Seriously. I think the network and the email has been down more this year than it was ever down in the past three years combined. And the kicker? They got a new mail server and migrated over to that over winter break...and it STILL hasn't solved anything. Brilliant.

- posted by L. @ 10:00 PM