| | I got a job today finally with the state. Yay! No more worthlessness! That will put an end to my days of getting up late, being lazy, playing lots of Everquest and watching tv wondering if that guy that was on the CSI rerun and the Star Trek TNG rerun I watched is that same guy from Star Trek Voyager. It's sad but true. My days of being a homebody have turned me into a nerd. Okay, a bigger nerd than I already was. The kind of nerd that would refer to Star Trek the Next Generation as Star Trek TNG. | comments: 2 comments or Leave a comment   |
| So, for those who didn't know, Shaun and I spent last week in Hawaii. We were both really looking forward to this trip a lot. Who wouldn't be? Lots of sun, beaches, hiking, fresh pineapple...all sounds pretty good. My dad and stepmom were nice enough to use their miles to get us the tickets to go. And my stepmom's cousin was nice enough to let us use their timeshare while we were there, so starting off our fees were pretty minimal. Like I said, we were both REALLY excited.
We left Austin Saturday morning (January 6th) around 9am. We went through Dallas and didn't have more than an hour layover, which is about what you want, so the trip started off really well. While waiting to board our 9+ hour flight to Honolulu, I asked the American Airlines gate attendant what the meal service on this flight would be. (I was hoping for a bistro sandwich meal, as opposed to a warm meal, since airline food is standardly pretty bad.) To my surprise, all she said was no. No? As in...no meal on a 9 hour flight? None? Yes, that's right. On a flight where they have enough time to show 3 movies, the don't have to provide you any food. She asured me, however, that they would have sandwiches and other snacks for purchase at $5 each.
I tried my best to be in good spirits, and retreated to a sandwich shop in the DFW airport where I could buy bread. Since the flight was leaving DFW after noon and arriving in Honolulu before 7pm, (a 4-hour difference) I thought a snack would probably suffice.
We boarded the plane on time, and started toward the beautiful island of Oahu. As we were making our way to the runway, the flight attendant got on the speaker to tell us about the 9 hours that this plane would hold us hostage. She went over the food situation, about which I was still pretty sulky, and then the movies. "...Hunting Season, Good Night and Good Luck, and if you would like headphones you can purchase them for..." purchase!? I have to buy headphones now!?! Wtf? It was a really good thing for American Airlines that I had some on me from use at work. Otherwise, I'm pretty sure everyone would have seen an angry, red-face 22-year old get up and have some very agressive words with the flight attendant. Furthermore, I'm pretty sure American Airlines would have been refunding me my money for those headphones. I know it's only $2 or whatever, but it's the principle.
So, after a VERY long 9 hours, we finally made it to Hawaii. Only one flight left. (We still had to get to Kauai.) We had a quick dinner in the airport in Honolulu while watching the Cowboys get kicked out of the playoffs. (This was definitely the highlight of my day.) Then we boarded the 30-minute flight to Kauai. Well, maybe I ate too much, or maybe I had spent too much time on airplanes that day, but that flight made me nautious for the rest of the night. Sadly, this would not be the worst experience of the trip.
For the next few days, it rained all day. And we were on an island with no urban presence. Hence, when it rains, you watch Law & Order and Star Trek reruns. Still it was relaxing, and at night we went out to eat at some fabulous restaurants. The rain cleared up Wednesday afternoon, but the clouds stuck around until Friday. Wednesday, we did some hiking; Thursday, we drove to a couple of waterfalls; and Friday we spent at the beach and the pool drinking banana drinks with huge slices of fresh pineapple in them.
On Saturday morning we got up early and caught a flight back to Honolulu. We spent that entire day in Honolulu at the Arizona memorial--the highlight of the trip for me. Then, we found some good chinese food at a place on Waikiki. We walked the beach back to the hotel and planned what we would do Sunday. We only had one day left in Hawaii, so we planned it carefully making sure not to miss anything important. I fell asleep early, but I woke up far too early for my liking the next morning.
On Sunday at about 1:00am, I was revisited by my dinner. Then again at 1:45, and continually about every 45 minutes until I gave up around 6:00. We caught a cab to the closest hospital (which was really just a 24-hour clinic only about 4 blocks away) but the driver didn't speak English, so we still had to walk about a block. I continued my restroom visits while we waited for the doctor to arrive. He quickly determined that I needed an IV to get me hydrated again. So, the nurse hooked me up, after much digging around in my hand I might add. The doctor tried questioning me, which I'm afraid he found unhelpful, at which point Shaun took over. After determining that I had food poisioning, (stupid Chinese restaurant) we returned to our hotel, which agreed to let us stay in the room until we left for the airport that night for 1/2 a day's payment considering the circumstances. So all the plans we had made for Sunday went down the drain. Since we had non-refundable tickets to Cirque that night, we went regardless of my sickness. I endured remarkably well, though the walk there was exhausting.
Sunday night at 11:15, we got on a plane to come back to home. We arrived in LA early in the morning Monday, and our flight to Austin was one of the first flights to leave LAX that morning. It was a good thing too, since Austin shut down due to ice shortly after we got back.
It's Friday afternoon and I'm still jet lagged. Going on vacation is tiring stuff. | | comments: 1 comment or Leave a comment |
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| | So, I found out today that my boss is planning on restructuring our office. And I don't mean that we're losing any employees, I mean that she's moving offices around. Most of it is pretty meaningless; the front room becomes the library, the library becomes the associate attorney's office, the attorney's office becomes the new front room...So how does this affect me? Right now, I have a fantastic office that faces south toward town lake. My boss's idea is to give Stephanie (my boss's assistant) my office and I will take the assistant's desk outside my boss's office. That means I no longer have an office, just a desk in the main area. Also, since the main area I'll be sitting in is approachable from three sides, there's no way to orient my computer so that someone walking by can't see what I'm doing on it. Weak. | | comments: Leave a comment |
| So...my sister and I are going on a family trip this weekend to Indiana, and we're leaving tomorrow afternoon. In preparation for this event, I've started thinking about packing and what kinds of things I can or can't take with me on the plane. Looks like the sam as before except that you can no longer take liquids post-London terrorist plot. So here the list that I thought might be interesting to post, and take note of number 4:
To ensure the health and welfare of certain air travelers the following items are permitted.
Now, I see why some of these things would be required for a plane trip, like baby formula and prescriptions, even eye drops, but KY jelly? Seriously? I guess we wouldn't want to thwart the efforts of the mile high club, would we... Also, things that you can't carry-on that I wouldn't even have thought of include things suck as gel deodorants, lipgloss or gel chapstick (like blistex), and toothpaste. On the bright side, you can now take corkscrews onto the plane, just in case you manage to sneak a lovely pinot noir past security, or for general property destruction purposes. | | comments: 6 comments or Leave a comment |
| http://www.breitbart.com/news/2006/08/15/060815185415.fesfqduy.html
"In just a few days, I will be 60 years old. I hate it, but it's true," the snowy-haired veteran of two tumultuous White House terms said.
"For most of my working life, I was the youngest person doing what I was doing. Then one day I woke up and I was the oldest person in every room," said Clinton, who was a youthful 44 when he was first elected president, in 1992.
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| Monday morning...going pretty swimmingly.
My boss had a 9:30 meeting this morning, so I went to starbucks to get coffee for it. Since I had to get 4 coffees, I needed a carrying thing. While I was reaching for it across the counter, I managed to knock over a venti coffee, spilling it all over the counter, and even getting a little of the scalding concoction on the server there. They nicely refilled the coffee between my apologies, and I brought the coffees back to the office. Then all I had to do was unload and serve them. No problem, right? Wrong. While lifting the third coffee out of the carrying case, it got stuck in there, making the top to the coffee pop off, sending the scalding concoction all over the receptionist desk, not to mention my hand that was still attempting to pull the coffee out of the container. So now my tumb is burned, and it's only 10am on Monday morning. Kind of funny really. So I'm wondering what else this week has in store for me. | | comments: 5 comments or Leave a comment |
| | Does anyone know why there's a huge space between the first and second entries on my friends page? Does anyone else have this? How do I fix this? 'cause it's been getting on my nerves for about a week now. :-) | | comments: 2 comments or Leave a comment |
| http://www.palmbeachpost.com/pbcwest/content/local_news/epaper/2006/07/19/m1a_TIED_UP_0719.html
While covering his head amid the barrage of flying fists and feet, his legs bound with a jump-rope by children half his size, a bruised and bloodied Craig Mack had a sudden realization, police say: He'd picked the wrong family to mess with.
Mack arrived at the Perez family home at 611 28th St. Monday night just as an exhausted Mateo Perez was getting home from a 12-hour day of landscaping and cleaning buildings. Mack probably figured he could swipe Perez's wallet and get away without much of a fight, police said.
But he didn't count on having to brawl with the rest of the Perez clan: Candelaria, the 4-foot-9 housewife with a wicked right hook she honed as a girl on the streets of Guatemala; daughter Imelta, the mellow 13-year-old who never dreamed she would take a chair to a robber's head and tie him up; and son Juan, the 10-year-old Miami Heat fanatic who traded his basketball for a stick to whip an attacker.
When Mack attacked Mateo Perez shortly before 10 p.m., the father of five cried out for help from the family he has supported single-handedly since arriving from Guatemala in 1987. Within seconds, they were fighting at his side. About 20 minutes later, police found Mack lying face down in the back yard, his legs bound in jump-rope, Mateo sitting on top of him. | | comments: 1 comment or Leave a comment |
| | Subject: | Party | | Time: | 11:00 am |
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| We're throwing a party again. Half of the people that used to be my roommates are moving away, so there will be a party in celebration of that this Saturday, July 15th around party o'clock. (10:30?) As always, the alcohol will be provided--keg beer, trash can punch, jello shots...same place as before. 905 W. 21st. Directions from North Austin:
Mopac S to the Winsor exit
Rt. (east) at the light
Rt. on San Gabriel
Lt. on 21st
905 is on the Rt side with the blue porch.
Though it may be difficult, find legit parking; they will tow. (Pearl & San Gabriel are usually good for this.)
Also, bring friends. The alcohol will be abundant, even for Jeff, who I know likes to sit on the keg and ration beer. Hope to see everyone there! | | comments: 25 comments or Leave a comment |
| So, on my lunch break today, I found myself surfing the internet for Bible verses. I don't really know why I decided this would be a good expenditure of my free time, but I did, and I ended up in one of my favorite books: Leviticus. Why is this one of my favorite books? Because the dumbasses that can't mind their own business about other people who happen to express a homosexual preference often use Leviticus as their reasoning. Let's just assume, probably falsely, that said dumbasses are in fact holding everyone, including themselves to the standards of Leviticus.
Well, to preface this, Leviticus is all a conversation that God has with Moses while leading him to the promised land. The intention of this conversation: the basis of the religion of the chosen people. On that note, let's look at the other things God tells Moses that these dumbasses, as they will henceforth referred to, must also follow and take word for word, as they do, "Do not lie with a man as one lies with a woman; that is detestable." (Lev 18:22)
"Of all the animals that live on land, these are the ones you may eat: You may eat any animal that has a split hoof completely divided and that chews the cud." (Lev 11:2-3) Let's just say, I'm pretty sure that these dumbasses eat or have eaten pork and not thought twice about it. And by the way, rabbits and snakes, specifically mentioned later, are included in this group of off-limits animals.
How about this one? "Do not cut the hair at the sides of your head or clip off the edges of your beard." (Lev 19:27) Or even this? "Do not cut your bodies for the dead or put tattoo marks on yourselves. I am the LORD." (Lev 19:28)
I'll also say, that the 10 Commandments are reiterated in Leviticus. Since when is it illegal to lie? Or to commit adultry? Or to value wealth greater than religion? And if you have sex before marriage, should it be illegal to get married? No. Of course, the mere idea is ludicrous. | | comments: 4 comments or Leave a comment |
| | Last night I went to the IM Fields to play ultimate frisbee for my co-ed summer league team. When I got there, we had 5 girls show up, and the team we were playing against had only 1 girl show up. So I offered to play with the other team. Since we're really only out there to have fun anyway, I figured this would increase play time for the women, and I was right. In fact, I played pretty much the whole game, which is referred to in ultimate as "savage". Well, I'm not really in good enough shape to be doing that. And I had even eaten right before playing, not knowing, of course, that I would be playing every minute of the game. In fact it kicked my ass so badly, that I wanted to go to bed last night at 9:00 and I've had the most monstrous headache ever since. So today, the excedrin in my office drawer has proven its worth many times over, and I learned that my office floor can actually be a quite comfortable place to nap--which is how I spent my lunch break. But the day is shaping up quite nicely, as I learned that the bank in the lobby of our building is giving away free Amy's Ice Cream all day in honor of Independence Day. W00t! | | comments: Leave a comment |
| | Subject: | LSAT | | Time: | 01:59 pm |
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| | I'm pretty much freaking out. The LSAT is Monday at 12:30, and I don't feel prepared at all. I decided to drive to Dallas Wednesday and stay here til Saturday or Sunday so I wouldn't be distracted by my friends and stuff going on in Austin. I was hoping to actually get some studying in this week. So far, so good, but I don't know how much good it's actually doing me. But we'll see. The bummer about the LSAT is that you pretty much only get one shot at it. If you do badly, you can take it again, but your scores are averaged! You don't just get to count the best one. Also, the LSAT is the biggest determinent of where you get accepted; nothing matters more anywhere, at least anywhere that I want to go. So, Monday afternoon is for all the marbles. Okay. Back to studying. | | comments: 3 comments or Leave a comment |
| I guess it might be time to update this.
So, I hate my job. The pay is lousy. The hours are awful. And the people I work with aren't very cool either. So yesterday I applied for pretty much every job on the internet that I thought I was qualified for. (I think like a total of 7 positions.) And today I have an interview with a law firm as a clerk and legal aid. It doesn't pay that much, but benefits and full time hours will go a long way at this point. So, wish me luck and all that. | | comments: 4 comments or Leave a comment |
| | I was on my way to my dad's house yesterday to watch the Derby in hi-def, driving north on 360 at the Mopac intersection (Sunset Valley, not Gateway), and the light was red. When it turned green, the traffic was so backed up for whatever reason that we didn't move, but that didn't matter to the sixteen year old in the mercedes behind me. Before I knew it, I was launched into the Toyota Tundra in front of me. Needless to say. my mustang lost the fight. In fact, of the three cars, mine was the only one with damage. Of the five passengers (two in the mercedes, two in the tundra, and me), I'm the only one with substantial neck trauma. And worst of all, the accident caused me to miss the Kentucky Derby. Oh, and I had a hard time getting out of bed this morning because my neck hurts so bad. | | comments: 8 comments or Leave a comment |
| | So, Friday night ultimate. This week, we're playing from 6pm 'til dark at Patterson Park (Airport Blvd, just east of I-35). Come out if you can. | | comments: Leave a comment |
| Jeff is a douchebag.
Also, anyone who can DVR 24 and wants to get some exercise tonight, there's a pick-up game of ultimate frisbee happening at the IM Fields, 6:30-9pm. All skill levels are welcome. | | comments: 11 comments or Leave a comment |
| | I used to think that if you didn't pay attention to political races, that meant it was alright not to vote. Better to make no decision than an uninformed one, right? Well, I'm here to retract that opinion. Everyone should be voting in every race because there's no good excuse not to pay attention to what's going on in politics. I work on a political campaign where, because of low turnout, about 2000 people will decide the next state legislator. That's the same number as decided the student body president in my high school. I made phone calls today to tell people to go out and vote, and what was their response? I got hung up on, and I got told that I was bothering them. Well, I feel for you if you're bothered by your civic duty. Maybe you should go live in some "developing" country--apparently third-world isn't pc enough anymore--where people mindlessly obey whatever dictator currently has a large enough military following to avoid the next inevitable coup. Because local elections aren't important enough for you to take time out of your super busy day to follow. Honestly, how many of us either voted in a primary or signed a petition for a candidate to get on the ballot in November? And how does that number compare to the number of people who bitch about toll roads? These candidates are the people who will be in charge of that issue, along with school finance & property taxes, immigration, and abortion. So, if you want to live in a country where you can express your opinions about anything you take an interest in, remember to express those opinions where they can really make a difference, at the polls on election day tomorrow. There's an election tomorrow? You're damn right there is. So look at your candidates and decide who you want to be voting for come November. I shouldn't need to be convincing you to go to the polls; you should be defending your right to free speech by showing up of your own accord. | | comments: 2 comments or Leave a comment |
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