From Frogtown to Radtown

What does that really mean?  It’s 420, happy 420.  Oh and it’s pronounced four-twenty. 

For those of you who are completely lost.  Today it April 20(4/20).  It’s the day just below the amsterdam festivals on a pothead’s list of “best days ever, man.”

According to wikipedia, 420 is simply cannabis culture.   420 “refers to consumption of cannabis and, by extension, a way to identify oneself with cannabis drug subculture.”-wikipedia.

There are many theories to how this number became the codeword for all things marijuana related: It was the police code for marijuana, or that it was the Waldo’s meeting time to smoke after school everyday. 

Myths?
-Concept420.com

Police dispatch code for smoking pot is 420- there is no code that is numbered 420.

There are approximately 420 active chemicals in marijuana- it’s somewhere near 315-give or take

April 20th is Hitler’s birthday.-True

The date of the Columbine school shootings was 4/20-True

Pulp fiction has every clock set to 4:20 throughout the movie.-True

My almost six-week-old daughter has a virus called RSV and a double ear infection!

That’s what happens when your baby is born perfect even though you did lots of things “wrong” pre-pregnancy.

On the school side of things, I have been getting behind just a little and am definitely not going to make dean’s list this semester, but I’m okay with that.  School has dropped way down on my list of priorities.  Ava, paying bills, keeping up my relationship with Bryan, school, relaxation time; those are pretty much the top 5 and in that order too. 

Don’t get me wrong I’m not going to be failing anything, or even getting any Ds but as of right this second, one week before spring break, I’m assuming that I will get 2 ‘A’s and 2 ‘B’s or 2 ‘A’s a ‘B’ and a ‘C’.

Over spring break, it’s not really a break though.  I need to write a report on the Virginia General Assembly, specifically the bill that proposes making it a law to release any/all mental records to your institution of higher education before enrollment.  I need to write a report comparing the reporting and writing styles of newspapers for two different eras in time.  I also need to go out and shadow a reporter for an entire day and write about that.  I need to finish my Diet Analysis project and I need to start putting my portfolio together.

I’m sure that’s not all I have to do that week, that’s just all I can remember right this moment.

Well wish Ava luck on her road to recovery, her granny is saving my butt and watching her for me while I do work and sleep.  And thanks to her granddaddy as well for diagnosing her and calling in her Rx.

I feel really bad because an article in Whim that I didn’t even edit. It was edited by an employee of Whim but not a copy-editor. We had a time crunch and too much content for me to keep up with. The author of the article writes for us all the time but provides us with entirely too much work per content. I don’t know if that makes sense, but here’s the link to the article and then below is the comments about the article. I believe that the comment by the mumbo-jumbo name is James Street, the author. I feel horrible for doing that to him because he does give us great stuff it’s just confusing sometimes. I think I’m going to send him an apology e-mail.

martineden

Posted at 2007-12-17 04:44:16 Did Whim’s copy editors die or something?

About half way through the arguing you see this:htradredavhtis

Posted at 2007-12-28 10:57:11 I’ve just watching this and it seems like this could be taken care of in a more professional way. Not the armchair quarterback editing done by martineden, but the public display of critique by people who I think work at Whim or at student media. If there is a problem with a writer shouldn’t steps be taken to tell him instead of blasting him on forum. Isn’t Student Media supposed to be training people to handle things professionally? If you were in the real work arena and you have an employee that is not performing you just don’t go telling the world before you sit down and talk to the employee. I always thought forums were to critique the story not the writer?It goes on from there and others get involved and it just gets worse … check it out.

    New year’s is my birthday, yes the first, no I wasn’t actually the first born on the day but yes on the first.  My birthday this year was quite boring.

First of all on the Eve I went home and was re-asurred of my hatred for most of the people there and the place itself. First of all, it is apparently okay to waste your life away  by getting DUIs, etc.  Secondly I didn’t see one decent car or anyone under 300 pounds.  I can’t go back to that.

I saw Devin and David, which was a lot nicer than I had expected.  I had the biggest crush on David while I was dating Devin but then again who doesn’t want their significant other’s best friend.  David and his friends are building this cabin in the woods on the French’s farm.  It’s pretty exciting and looks great.

Then I saw Brent’s mom in CVS and she made me realize that we are all going through the same things and that I am okay.  Apparently things haven’t been easy for them either.  I’m not glad that it has but it makes me feel better, so thanks BC and Megan.  I wish I would’ve have gone to see Megan,  I would have made her come out to eat with me or go shopping or something.

Well, I don’t have a heck of a lot of time here, Charlie’s whining to pee so I’ll write more later.

I’m going home today!  The only problem is I have to drive the whole way by myself and then drive the whole way back by myself.  Poor Bryan is sick.  I wonder what it is.  Also, we are out of “DVDs” so they say and that’s just going to stress me out a little further.Aight, well  I’m out gotta get to driving.
p.s. wish me happy birthday for tuesday.

This is just an accumulation of some things I would like to try to do or accomplish etc, over the next year or so.  I want to get my resume looking good so I can obtain an internship, I also want to get that gpa up some more.  I achieved that goal this year and it is one that I’m keeping for 2008.

I am also making some little daily type resolutions.  For one I want to do the walking thing with my dog more often.  to be continued…

I backed out of a parking spot in the parking lot of Target today and when I did it took 5 minutes and almost hitting 3 different cars and a pedestrian.  I’m not a bad driver there was just some woman standing outside of her car with her car perpendicular to all the parking spots just taking up space while she was talking.

I rolled down the window and said,”Hey thanks for making that so easy for me.” and as quick as I could put my finger on the window button again she had already yelled “Oh no problem, glad I could make your day.”

wasn’t mad because that was a pretty witty response, but exactly like the title of today’s post says, “How do you expect me to have manners(I’m 21) when she can’t(at least 40).  Isn’t she supposed to be a role model for me?

I guess since I’m an adult I’ll just start being the bigger one from  now on.   I knew shopping the day after Christmas would be stupid.

Gift cards are one of the greatest inventions but I have decided the biggest winner is still the company.
This Christmas I received 3 gift cards for different places. Between the three of them I spent all but around 10 dollars. The problem is, there’s $2.20 on one card, $6.06 on another, etc. I’m never going to remember to swipety-swipe for two dollars and 20 cents! That’s like nothing.

But all bitching aside, This was the best Christmas I’ve had in a while. Everyone seemed Happy and we all knew that even though “times were rough”(when weren’t they though), we were still extremely lucky have everything that we do.

The little old lady next door gets a little crazy every night and yells and sings, it’s sad but cute. Well she made me tear up the other day, it was Christmas Eve at like 10 p.m. and I hear her start to sing Jingle Bells and she sang it all the way through the first chorus. Poor lady, I’m glad she has family or I would’ve really lost it.

Even worse than that, Bryan and I are sitting outside watching our little camp fire and a man in a big white dually type pick up pulls up and asks where 400 Fairfax Street is and we tell him. A few minutes later the same guy pulls up and asks if we know someone named Cory something or other.  It sounded familiar to me but I told him know, and then he described the guy to me and I did know him.  The man then asked me if I had seen him recently or if I knew how to get a hold of him.

–It’s Christmas Eve and there was a man in his 40s and a young girl(probably his daughter) looking for a young man in his 20s.  Dude can’t find his kid!!! that’s so freaking sad.  At that moment I realized my Christmas couldn’t get any better.  I knew that all my loved ones were in a safe place.  Even those that can’t be here this year.

(Gma Eva…Chris!!I love you guys.)
I’m lucky, most of us are.  I can’t stop thinking of that damn photo of a girl in Sudan crawling to a feeding station and the vulture waiting just feet behind her for her to die.–the photographer of that picture committed suicide later.

Anyways with these damn gift cards I got all kinds of things but my favs- a new book called The No.1 Ladies Detective Agency.  a new covered kitty litter box and catnip!! we got new curtains, some new shirts, a new season of south park DVDs and a paper shredder.  That’s right no more stealing my identity.–That’s a pet peeve story for another day.

Gotta love Christmas Eve. Wal-Mart closes early and the only places to go are 7-11 and Sheetz. Nope. CVS saved my day today. It was around 6:30 p.m. and I really needed some Graham Crackers to complete my s’mores, after calling Sheetz and then going there to get my crackers I still had no help.

On my way home I realized CVS was open, went in and 3 minutes later was completely satisfied(I wish it only took 3 minutes every other time;). I hate this holiday and I wish it were over.
I’m a non-smoker now and the stress is making me want to eat,therefore I’m getting fat.

On a different topic: work is getting easier which is good in a way but the next phase is boredom and I don’t want to start that already.  I like working at Papa John’s I just wish it had a future and a little higher pay.  I guess I am lucky though, lots of others get paid less than I do.  Which leads me to why I am a Grinch of sorts.

It started because I was/am very selfish, and I think that started from being an only child.  Anyway, I hated Christmas because everyone always got really cool stuff and I only sometimes would get something pretty cool.  Oh yea before I go any further, Cool=expensive.
Now I hate Christmas because I realized that there are so many people out there that are in such a horrible situation especially around this time of year.  Knowing some of those things, you still want me to get dressed up, put on a fake smile and buy people who already have the basic necessities of life things to enhance their lifestyles?  No I didn’t think so.
I would rather feed that little girl who hasn’t eaten in 3 days or buy the little boy on the street living out of his mothers Volvo, a G.I. Joe.

And if “I don’t have the money”, a.k.a. am way too lazy to do anything like that I am sure as hell not going to be buying you something Mr. I have enough money to give my daughter a car.(yea I’m talking to you Dad.)–I appreciate it, and I’m lucky to have that.

Well it’s been a while … where should I start?
– I may repeat some things, and I’m sorry

I had to close the store(Papa John’s) for the first time by myself last night. First, the makeline stopped working. For those of you that don’t know the makeline is the cold place we keep all the toppings and cheese. Basically the most important item other than the oven. So anyway I turned it off, called my boss and moved all the stuff into the freezer.

Then the computers(for online ordering and credit cards) break. Great. I called the helpdesk and they(she) was rude so I hung up and Coburn the driver called back under our GM’s alias and got them all up and running again. Thank you Coburn.

So that was “fucking stupid” as Langley says.

Today was a good day though, Bryan and I went shopping … again. I got a couple of shirts and some new drinking glasses. I also got my prescription for seeing glasses.

Bryan bought a new entertainment center- stand- thing. It’s very elegant, sheik. whatever.

I bought one Christmas present this year: it’s for Donald. Although I bought myself a lot. Yea that’s selfish but honestly I don’t care. I needed some things and they didn’t. Donald needed something so I got it for him.

We don’t have a real Christmas tree but we have one better than that. We have a non-Christmas tree dressed up with lights and ornaments because it’s alive and we want to not kill a tree to put lights on it for two weeks.

That’s selfish

My grades are looking good I have an A, a B and a C. The fourth class is a C until I do a paper and then it will be a B. That would be freaking tight to have an A two Bs and a C for the semester and that means in major grades of AAABB. That would be awesome.

That’s all for now. Merry Chris … Bah Humbug!!