A warning to all: Don't forget the simple life lessons you learned in 5th grade. Shaving with a brand new razor can be a painful experience. Use Caution!
Tuesday, May 20, 2008
OUCH!
A warning to all: Don't forget the simple life lessons you learned in 5th grade. Shaving with a brand new razor can be a painful experience. Use Caution!
Monday, May 19, 2008
delusional daydreams
Today, I stayed home from work.
I had been feeling ill since Sunday afternoon. I was at my parent's house to spend some quality family time with them. It was about 6:00 pm est when I first started to feel slightly off. 
We went out to dinner at Go Roma. Delicious food. I got a splendid salad. After which we went to go see the Chronicles of Narnia: Prince Caspian.
Having read the Chronicles of Narnia several times through out the history of my life I thoroughly enjoyed the movie. Although, at times it did depart from the original book, in my eyes, it was necessary adaptation for the movie. Anyways, the entire time I felt ill during the movie. I couldn't even eat a piece of my free small popcorn. For t
hose of you who know me, know I love me some popcorn.
hose of you who know me, know I love me some popcorn. The rest of the evening consisted of me thrashing about in my bed trying to get a moments respite. I ended up getting a poor nights rest. When I finally awoke I managed to get ready for work, but that's when my stomach began to worsen. I finally came to the conclusion that I may have some sort of bug. I had a fever and could not eat or drink anything.
Whenever you are home sick, you usually take the opportunity to catch up on some TV watching. So today, between my tossing and turning of delusional naps I was able to catch up on LOST, watch the history channel, and Ghostbusters 2.
I also enjoyed several tripy dreams that combined chronicles of Narnia, lost, and the ghostbusters, mixing in several of my own experiences. I had several of those dreams that feel like you are awake, only to then actually wake up in a cold feverish sweat.
All my sleeping and resting hopefully paid off. I am feeling 75% better. I was able to have a bowl of soup for supper and several glasses of water.
That being said, it is late and I need more sleep.
Saturday, May 17, 2008
21
21 years... of Brent.
0 - Brent emerges from my mothers womb.
1 - Takes a bath, poops, eats, sleep.
2 - tries to find Christmas in a grocery store.
3 - gets kicked out of preschool
4 - wears blue mickey mouse sunglasses without lens
5 - best friend is named "gron"
6 - lost a tooth
7 - played with Lego's, beats up Preston.
8 - auditioned for beaver in the "leave it to beaver" movie
9,10,11, 12 - thoroughly annoyed me as a younger brother
13 - was orphan boy in play
14 - would spy on me and my friends
15- gets permit, should not be driving
16- fails first drivers test
17- transfers from WN to WA
18-attempts the collegiate world
19-is a world of war craft junky
20-moves to Chicago
21- purchases first alcohol's legally
Friday, May 16, 2008
Oh, the Humanity!
Broker Boxing 2008. What an event.
Last night, I attended Broker Boxing. For those of you who don't know, this is an industry even, in which architects, brokers, developers, etc... all turn out for an amateur boxing event. This evening consist of sweat men punching each other in the face. The night was full of excitement, men in suits and liquor. Being, that I was one of the only females in attendance (besides the "ring girls") I felt violated with creepy old men eyes multiple times. (-boys you loose all tact when highly intoxicated, just a tip).
ROUND 1
The first was,... OK. The excitement had been built up and the crowd was going wild. We even had a guest celebrating in the ring - mini-me. (Which I soon found out later it wasn't actually him, but I continued to pretend it was). The disappointment in the first round was when the guy with the blue gloves got knocked-out quicker than you could take a pee. One might think a Knock-out would be cool to watch, but it was actually kinda pathetic. I felt really bad for the guys because he look out of shape.
ROUND 2
Who cares? I was at the bar with Lisa and Sharon.. and we were on the hunt for non-meat food items...
ROUND 3
Girl FIGHT!!! 2 girls boxed it out! I have to give them props for going through with it. I was a bit embarrassed for them as they had to open with this stupid fake fight scene and jump over the balcony. Being a former martial artist myself, I know how annoying it can be to do a live "fake fight" its just stupid.
Anyways, it was surprisingly a great fight! lots of action! The loser could really take a hit like a pro too. She just keep receiving punches to the face. I had to hand it to her,.. and then wonder if I could take out the other girl.. maybe next year.
The rest of the evening consisted of me and my co-workers having a grand old time and goofing off with the larger than life pictures of the boxers. We successfully managed to snag one name "Michael Bennet", who works at our New Jersey.
Post Boxing
I arrived home at 1531 in the grandest of moods. I visited the boys upstairs; roche, dan, and z. We discussed highly intelligent things and I invented a clever game, "Pretzel Stick". This game requires peanut butter pretzels, a drumstick, and lots of space. Take the pretzel and hit with the stick. To make the game harder, try in darkness.
Anyways. must work out.. Brents 21st is tonight. Its bound to be blog worth.
Last night, I attended Broker Boxing. For those of you who don't know, this is an industry even, in which architects, brokers, developers, etc... all turn out for an amateur boxing event. This evening consist of sweat men punching each other in the face. The night was full of excitement, men in suits and liquor. Being, that I was one of the only females in attendance (besides the "ring girls") I felt violated with creepy old men eyes multiple times. (-boys you loose all tact when highly intoxicated, just a tip).
ROUND 1
The first was,... OK. The excitement had been built up and the crowd was going wild. We even had a guest celebrating in the ring - mini-me. (Which I soon found out later it wasn't actually him, but I continued to pretend it was). The disappointment in the first round was when the guy with the blue gloves got knocked-out quicker than you could take a pee. One might think a Knock-out would be cool to watch, but it was actually kinda pathetic. I felt really bad for the guys because he look out of shape.
ROUND 2
Who cares? I was at the bar with Lisa and Sharon.. and we were on the hunt for non-meat food items...
ROUND 3
Girl FIGHT!!! 2 girls boxed it out! I have to give them props for going through with it. I was a bit embarrassed for them as they had to open with this stupid fake fight scene and jump over the balcony. Being a former martial artist myself, I know how annoying it can be to do a live "fake fight" its just stupid.
Anyways, it was surprisingly a great fight! lots of action! The loser could really take a hit like a pro too. She just keep receiving punches to the face. I had to hand it to her,.. and then wonder if I could take out the other girl.. maybe next year.
The rest of the evening consisted of me and my co-workers having a grand old time and goofing off with the larger than life pictures of the boxers. We successfully managed to snag one name "Michael Bennet", who works at our New Jersey.
Post Boxing
I arrived home at 1531 in the grandest of moods. I visited the boys upstairs; roche, dan, and z. We discussed highly intelligent things and I invented a clever game, "Pretzel Stick". This game requires peanut butter pretzels, a drumstick, and lots of space. Take the pretzel and hit with the stick. To make the game harder, try in darkness.
Anyways. must work out.. Brents 21st is tonight. Its bound to be blog worth.
Tuesday, May 13, 2008
The Tale of Lost Talents
'tis a sad day... rain drops slowly drip down the window panes. The apartment of which I shall be leaving in 29 days gets wet and I cry a bit inside as I believe I have lost one of my many talents.
This talent being the gift of parallel parking. What started off as wonderful and glorious afternoon, soon turned into a horrific experience. I had just arrived home to 1531, to find the most superb parking spot directly in front of my apartment. I happily decided to take such a grand spot and began to park. To my avail I realized that I could not park in such said parking spot. Nay, it was not do to lack of space, rather lack of talent.
After multiple attempts and as spectators began to arrive, I finally had to admit defeat. I pulled off of the sidewalk and proceeded to a larger, less optimal parking space. Thus, began my second attempt to park and be on my merry way. At this point in time my embarrassment level was at a unusual high. One of my less-known neighbors decided to remove herself from her bike and stand on the steps of her porch to watch me park. Her bleacher-like spectator position made me feel even more of a spectacle. This heightened the experience and was not effective in overcoming my adversity. As I tried to straighten out my car multiple times while hitting the curb, I eventually admitted defeat, in hopes that no one drives drunk down our street tonight.
So there I conclude my story. The moral you ask? Well, if at first you don't succeed, find a better spot, and if that still doesn't work, well, then you are s.o.l.
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