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Sometimes I hate my life.

I crushed my face.

I landed on it when I fell. I fell when I was chasing the ball away from Clint, and he side-slid into my feet when we were both traveling at high speeds. I was chasing the ball away from Clint, because we were doing "passing drills" with a soccer ball in a soccer field. We were playing soccer in a field because we were drunk. We were drunk because we were at a party. The party was for Athena's Birthday, for dancing, for eating, and for drinking. Dance parties are spontaneous occurrences. That's probably why nobody danced last night. It was a planned event. All around good times, though!


*Clint, I'm not mad. Honestly. I thought it was fun!

We have new mice!

For our snakes to eat. You know, because, what else are mice for?

There are ten empty Heiniken bottles sitting on the coffee table...

I went for a run this afternoon. It's a beautiful day for it! I hope that this past weekend's rain washed away some of the pollen, so that you people with allergies can enjoy the weather properly. Paul and I have been running fairly regularly; about once every three or four days. Not too bad, but the goal, my goal at least, is to go every other day. And I'm getting better at it, too! I'm progressively able to run further without stopping. I'd say I'm up to just over a quarter-mile nonstop on the first jaunt. Go me.

Another healthy issue: I've decided to completely stop smoking. See, Paul and I "quit" about three weeks ago, along with a friend. However, Paul and our friend didn't do a very good job of quitting before even a week was up, and I caved when I was drunk on my birthday. Since then, we haven't done a great job at staying away from cigarettes. Our friend even told me to throw his pack away, and still he goes back to buy more cigarettes. Paul bought a pack the day before yesterday.

Now, here's the difference between me quitting the first time, and me quitting this time. The first time, it was a pact, and a way to help each other out. So when the other two counterparts to the pact failed, and refused to listen to me or let me help them, I became disheartened and decided I missed smoking. However, this second time, it's different because I'm quitting completely of my own independent decision. When I smoked two years ago, I had absolutely no problem quitting then, because I was the only one doing it, and all I had to do was stop buying them. But now, since Paul and I sort of started together, and it's been so much more of a social thing and a pass-the-time habit between the three of us, there are always cigarettes around. And personally, I think this other friend began the downfall after the pact, since he caved first then offered Paul cigarettes, which tempted him to cave. But I digress. I'm quitting, and that's the final word. I'm good at quitting things.

Oh, I just bought a new hair dryer. A couple of weeks ago (it may have even been last week-- I don't know), I was using my little yellow space-blaster hair dryer. You could only turn this thing on high, low, or off. Actually, back up a few more weeks, to our spring break trip to Canada. This thing had been acting kind of weird; I always used it on the "high" setting, but it had been sort of-- lacking power, we'll say. It would rev down a few seconds, then go back to normal speed/hi-pitched-sound. But one night when I was getting ready to go into Nelson with everyone, the high speed just stopped working. It revved down to "low" mode (slightly lower-pitched sound) and never turned up to high mode, ever again.

Okay, skip back forward. Last week-ish, I was using the blow dryer on the low setting, as I had gotten used to doing since the power-down incident. Everything was going normally, and I glanced in the mirror on my left (in our bathroom, there's a mirror over the sink as well as a medicine cabinet mirror on the right wall when you face the sink; I was facing the cabinet). I happened to notice casually that the tip of the inside of my blowdryer was glowing yellow-white, much like a flashlight, then continued drying my hair for a few more fractions of a second before realizing that hey, it shouldn't be doing that, I might be in danger right now... I yelled "oh shit" and before I could turn off the dryer, or reach for the plug it just popped, something flew out, and it turned off. And it never turned on again.

So anyway, yeah. I bought a new hair dryer. Those things are getting kind of complicated; they have those "ion" dryers, but I'm not really sure what they do. I got one anyway. I was enticed mostly by the packaging of this one (and also by the fact that I can turn up the speed and temperature separately from one another). It reminded me of the packaging for an Ipod, simply because it seems overly complicated (don't get me wrong though, I love the Ipod packaging) and unique. It's a trapezoidal shape (oh, the blowdryer is Revlon Glamorous Styles, btw), and it's red, with little black shoe-string-type handles coming out of the top. I just opened it up, and there's an outer shell for the package with all the information on it. But the inner, box portion of the package is just plain and red, with no writing on it. Then you untie it at the top, and your product is in a bag, inside. Nothing more, nothing less. Elegant and reusable. I liked it.

Oh, one more thing that happened today: I went to Jack in the Box for lunch, and this boy (fairly cute, but most likely still in high school) totally had the hots for me. He was trying his best not to have a huge smile, and not doing a very good job. Hehe, I played the "cool, collected, in-control college chick" card and he could barely concentrate on his job and his friends in the back. It was so much fun. ^.^ Heehee...

Mish-Mash

It has come to my attention that SOME of you are only reading half of my blogs. This is not acceptable. Either you read the whole thing, or else you're not reading it at all. That's the rules. Paul, for example, doesn't read my blog at all. This is perfectly acceptable. Others read all of every post. This, also, is perfectly acceptable. But half? You read only half of a blog post?!? I'm sorry, this just isn't computing. You can't do that.

Paul is currently watching six episodes of The Simpsons at the same time. He's giggling and saying it's "so cool." I think it's freaking me out.

It's always a pleasant surprise when I sit in my chair and find it at the exact height I need it to be.

I went to my internship meeting this morning to find that they loved the website homepage I mocked up for them. Woo! What fun. The first thing I make for a real company is well-recieved! Yay. Then they took us interns on a tour of the building. That was pretty cool. I met Jaime Cooley, and saw all the tons and tons of databank computers, and went into the recording studio, and even into the DJ booths! Actually, we went in to the Charlie FM booth, and it was empty. You know why?? 'Cause Charlie FM doesn't have any DJ's! Duh. Well, I thought it was cool, anyway.

To those of you who stuck around to finish reading this post, just so you know, I really am grateful. Really. I appreciate anyone who takes precious time out of their day, just to read some of the details from my boring life. I

And so my misdirection is...?

Paul and I just learned that I'm retarded. I was doing some quick equations, and got every step wrong. He told me I should go back to a math class, and I said I could do algebra. He asked me to solve x+7=11. An easy one. I got it wrong... The answer is 4, not 6 (oops...).

"My girlfriend is retarded!" Paul sulked.
"Yeah, but nobody knows it..." I offered. "It's sort of like when no one realized Charlize Theron was retarded on Arrested Development, because she was so cute."
"Well, it's sort of like that. Except you don't have the 'cute' factor working for you."

Aww... sucks for me.

In other news, we went to go see Silent Hill last night. What a creepy movie! Holy crap. Creepy. But good; Paul and I both liked it. But it was really creepy. Ew.

And in still other news, I'm uploading a bunch of new photos on Flickr, since it's a new month and I have more space to do so.

And in yet other news still, I did manual labor today! Wooooo! Shovelin' dirt and sheeit. Good times! I haven't done yard work since I lived with my parents. I kinda miss it...

May the Fourth be with you (aka How I Spent My Summer Vacation)

Lemme tell you'bout my birthday, and how great it was. Ready? Okay.

I woke up on time, ready to go running like Paul promised we would. He, however, didn't get up until way, way later. When he finally did, we went running. Then he made me breakfast! Pancakes, eggs and sausage. Yummy! Then I called a bunch of people, trying to organize everything. Then it was time for some homework, and before I knew it, it was 4:00. So, Paul took me to Red Robin, so I could get one of those "pretty" drinks. I got a Tropical Mai Tai (ooooh), and I took a picture.

So, that was my drink. Then the waiters and waitresses brought me balloons and stuck them behind my ears, while they sang at me and shoved a sundae in my face. It was fun!

Then Paul and I left to go to The Edgefeild. We were apparently the last ones to show up, since we found everyone hanging out already. So we rented our clubs, paid for our ways, and bought our drinks, and took off for the green. There were ten of us. A very large group to take golfing. But we did it anyway! They made me go first the first few holes (probably until I started getting a bit tipsy). And it turns out, I was the worst one. I was even worse than the people who had never picked up a golf club before. Haha, go me! Man-o-man...

So, we didn't keep score. But I'm sure one of the two guys who brought their own clubs did the best. Damn fancy-pants'. Anyway, here's the rundown. It was: Paul, Meggan, Daniel, April, Ryan, Lizz, Brandon, Clint and Kevin, and Devin showed up for a little while as well. So... it took us two hours to get through nine holes. Yeah. I told you ten people is a lot to go golfing with! And I'm sure it didn't help that some of us were a tad drunk.

Oh, I completely forgot to mention the bunny that ran across the green on Hole #3. Ryan snuck up on it, then chased it away before I could get a decent picture. But I did get a picture... I might as well put that up, too. He sort of blends in with his background. I swear he was there, though.

And so we finished playing, and organized car rides for the drinkers, drunkards, and the under-aged. We sent the youngsters home while I continued on with Brandon, Clint, Ryan and April. As we were leaving, Meggan and Daniel brought out the gift they had gotten for me: Rum, Smoothie mix, and the most awesome cocktail glasses, ever! They have green polka dots all over them (not pictured, sorry). I love them to death!


So anyway, the youngsters went home. And the other five of us went to Cheers! I had two "untrue" Tic-tacs, which consisted of vodka, Red Bull and orange juice (I believe). The reason they weren't "true" Tic-tacs, is because they didn't have a drop-shot in them. Oh well. They were tasty anyway. Oh yeah... hah. When I first got there, I had to go to the bathroom. And as I was washing my hands, this chick came in and asked me "what to do when the world starts spinning around you." I told her I had no idea, as long as both feet were on the ground. Then I suggested cheesy fries, and she made a "yum" sort of noise. She was sort of leaning on the counter, and since I felt bad for her, and slightly akward, I rubbed her back. She kept talking though, and said she didn't think she was gunna make it. I said I didn't know, and made another suggestion. This time, french bread. She said that sounded like a "grande idea," then continued saying many overly Americanized versions of Spanish words. Then she said "Sionara, Callie," and pushed through the bathroom stall door. It was weird. And silly. And I felt bad for her.

So anyway, I went back to my good time with my friends. We decided to play some pool. I think I played against Brandon. I told him I would rack, and he said something about doing a good job, so I did it the anal-retentive way, and put all the colors next to each other. I think he got a kick out of it (yeah, I was pretty drunk). Anyway, the next thing I knew, my balls were the only ones left on the table. I think I did a bad job... whoops! Then the table was given up to some old guys. Clint and Ryan were playing a game, and Clint decided to have a cigarette. So... I started asking permission to have one. Wow, can you say "dependant childhood?" Hahah, jeeze I'm a nerd. I am both proud and displeased to say that I had many more cigarettes that night, without anymore sheepish askings-of-permission.

Anyway, April and Ryan had to go home, since April had to work in the morning. So we all left, and then there were three. Clint, Brandon and I drove back downtown, blasting Queens of the Stoneage and the White Stripes, me singing my lungs out the whole way. Hahahah, I'm laughing at myself out loud right now, remembering what a good time I had. So we parked in the Pearl, and on our way Downtown, I really, really had to go pee. I mean really. I was going to explode. So I went behind a bush. Next to a building. In the Pearl District. C'mon, really. What would you have done? What other choice did I have?!? It was late and no one was around. Don't worry. I don't even remember what building it was (heehee).

So we arrived at another bar, where Clint could finally get his drink on. I had a very, very tall Rockstar and Vodka, which I'm sure had more Vodka than Rockstar. Then the bartender learned it was my birthday, and became upset that he hadn't carded me. So then, after finishing our drinks, we went to Mary's, which was a strip club a few strides down the block. We weren't there for very long, however (I can't remember why though), and we left Mary's to go to The Cabaret.

Now, I hear that this place is pretty dirty, but of course I don't hear this until the days following my birthday. Oh well! I was too drunk to notice/care (but it turns out poor Clint is sick now...). Anyway, we watched some stage dancing for a bit before Brandon bought me a lapdance. We were trying to pick a good-looking girl, but I bet if we had gone back sober that would have been impossible. Anyway, I changed my mind a few times, but once we had decided on a girl, I got the lapdance Brandon had been promising me the entire night. I only remember a few things about it, like her telling me I couldn't touch her boobs or butt or couch, and the fact that she peeked down my shirt so she could see my boobs. Haha, I was like "Okay!" Anyway, she stayed to talk to us afterwards, and when she learned it was my birthday she went to go tell the DJ-guy, who announced it to the rest of the joint. I was getting "Happy Birthday Callie!"'s for the rest of the night from all the girls.

Anyway, we finally left that place. If it seems like we were there for a long time while I was drunk, then we must have been there for way, way longer. We walked the short distance back to The Yards while laughing and yelling and making promises to "do this again sometime" and me getting lifted in the air. Hahaha, good times, good times indeed. When we got back to the apartments, I was informed that Paul was already on his way to come get me. He arrived shortly thereafter, and I bid my goodbyes to my drinkin' buddies, and we went home. I made my way very carefully down the basement stairs (I had been worried about those stairs for days prior to the event, so I took extra care getting down them), and promptly threw up upon entering the bathroom. I went to sleep, woke up parched with a dizzy step, then slept again until two. Happy Birthday to me!! Hahaha...



Oh yeah, ps. I went birthday shopping on Tuesday and got some new clothes. Here's the classic "myspace" pose, modeling my new shirt.