Countdown

And so begins my last week in the MQT. Nothing like starting it off right with a Rudolphesque shnooze and a Kleenex mustache. At least there's no one here to see me in my acute disgustingness. If you're looking for me, however, just follow the used tissues to the blob of humanity at the end. =) Oh well, colds always go away in the end. Better now than a month from now. I can't see Puffs with Lotion (con locion) being a hot commodity in Central America.

Last night was Joel's graduation party...that was fun. Once again, I realized how very old I am. I think half the people there were still in high school!!! The 17 year old girl taking money for cups at the door even know who the party was for.

"Is Joel here yet?"
"Who's Joel?"
"Uh, the guy who this party is for."
"Are you at the right party?"
"ARE YOU?"

I'm pretty sure she wasn't, the parties she should be attending usually involve funny hats, clowns, and pin the tail on the donkey. But it was still pretty fun making fun of people non-stop with Jules, Dusty, Paul, Joel and Shorty, all of whom I haven't seen in awhile. Drunk freshmen are easy targets and I'm not above taking aim. It hurts to think that I used to act like those girls. And I know I did.

That was definitely the highlight of my day. The evening consisted of getting into the most retarded fight EVER (and I've been in a lot of retarded fights) with Dave, who I would have never, ever pictured arguing with. And hopefully I never will again. =)

In other exciting news, I found out that Nate's former roommate is now engaged. Not unexpected, but interesting nonetheless. I can't believe people I used to date are now getting married. Does this mean I'm lagging behind? Am I supposed to be halfway to the alter as well? Because I really can't see that happening in the near future. Or maybe even the future period. It was just a very fitting conclusion to my 98% crappy day. Bad days are good in a way because it makes the subsequent days, even if only mediocre, seem great. =)

This is the same guy four months apart. (Viktor Yushchenko, Ukranian presidential candidate) How crazy is that shit????? 

Humiliation

Never make a bet that you can't afford to lose. Excellent advice. Unfortunately I didn't follow it. Oh, don't worry. I didn't bet the family ranch on a greyhound race or anything, there was no money involved. Just pride. And my soul. One Andrew Herman (devout Packer fan) and I (devout Vikings fan) made a bet on the outcome of the Packer/Viking game. If the Vikings won he would sport a Viking jersey and if the Packers won I would be forced to wear a Packer jersey. Needless to say, the Vikings let me down. So last night, there I was at the bar in Andy GIGANTIC Favre jersey. Let me tell you, it hurt. Hurt in my head. Hurt in my heart. Hurt in my soul. Never make a bet you can't afford to lose.

In other news, Carrie, Amy and I attended the performance of The Nutcracker this afternoon. Ash and Bridge made their debuts as budding ballerinas. Unless you count the zombie thing, which I don't. Ash was a fine snowflake, even when she crashed into someone, and Bridget was the best flower out there. Even though she apparently forgot how to smile. But let me tell you what, if you're looking for a way to spend your afternoon amateur ballet is not the way to go. Which reminds me, it's nap time.