Did you know that the active ingredient in Raid Ant Bait (R) is called Perfluorooctanesulfonamide?
(yes, we have ants again. And they are back with a vengeance)

So, Kaylan and I watched Pretty Woman tonight, since it was on the Davis Student Housing Channel, or whatever it's called. Hmm.... It actually wasn't THAT bad; kinda cute actually...but MAN is it dated! The music, the cars, the CLOTHES! It makes me sad that probably a lot of the movies that we watch today will probably be the same in like, 15 years.

And now, on a totally different note, I must post some information about Rasputin, since Leah just did a report on him, and told me about him. That guy was crazy!! Just read this bio that I got off encyclopedia.com:

Lived from 1872-1916. Russian “holy man,” a notorious figure at the court of Czar Nicholas II. He was a semiliterate peasant and debauchee who preached and practiced a doctrine of salvation that mixed religious fervor with sexual indulgence. Because of his personal magnetism and his ability to check the bleeding of the czarevich Alexis, who suffered from hemophilia, Rasputin gained a powerful hold over Czarina Alexandra Feodorovna and, through her, over the czar.
Rasputin's disgraceful behavior, the czarina's attempts to shield him, and a series of scandals involving his appointees helped to undermine the imperial government. It was suspected at the time that Rasputin and the czarina were working for a separate peace with Germany. In Dec., 1916, a group of right-wing patriots, including Prince Felix Yussupov and the czar's cousin, Grand Duke Dmitri, conspired to assassinate Rasputin. With an intricate plan, the three invited Rasputin over to the Yusupov Palace on December 30, 1916 to meet the Tsar's beautiful niece. Whi le waiting for her to appear, the men fed Rasputin poisoned wine and tea cakes. This did not affect him. Dismay came over Yusupov and he shot Rasputin. Miraculously, Rasputin staggered out into the courtyard where Purishkevich and Pavlovich were preparing to leave the palace. Purishkevich shot the staggering Rasputin again, but it was only later, when they bound his body and threw it into the Neva River that he died.

This is the creepiest part:


Yes, he is REALLY scary looking. I can't believe they named that CD store after him....

I find it kind of ironic that the first time I have an actual valentine, I'm not going to be around for Valentine's Day!

Yes, I guess I can post it now: Dylan and I are "going out."
This is Dylan from Davis, (not Porter Dylan). I put "going out" in quotes because frankly, I'm not quite used to the idea yet. But we'll see how things go.
I'm sorry for all of you who have no idea who this Dylan is. Maybe someday you'll get to meet him.

My birthday is in less than three weeks! And I'm gonna go home for it! Hooray!

Ok, does anyone else think that my linguistics book uses some...um...disturbing sentence examples?



Doing my homework can be such a downer!

Hmm...I think this is the longest period of time that I haven't updated for quite a while! And I didn't even try not to blog!
So, you may ask: What news is there?
Welp, there's some. I'm not sure that I want to post it all on the blog. But let's see...the ants left for the whole week until they came back again last night and attacked Kaylan's peanut butter. So she sprayed them with her Sweet Kiwi body mist, since we didn't have any Raid. Needless to say, they were still here this morning.
And then we went to go see Ted Leo and the Pharmacists last night. For free at the MU. And they were really good! I bought their shirt and their CD. 20 bucks. A little too much money to spend just spur-of-the-moment. But I couldn't help it! They were really good! Ted Leo, actually, was really good. His voice reminds me of Ben Folds. Which is definitely a good thing. And he joked with the audience in between songs.
So yeah. That's not all the news. But that's all that I'm going to post right now, since I'm going to eat dinner. Yes, at 5 pm, like an old lady.

Aaah! We have ants in the dorm! They go all the way around, and they're gradually working their way inwards, so that they can EAT US ALIVE! Or maybe not. But they are all over the walls. Dylan suggests that we get a pet anteater to help solve the problem. I thought that was an awesome idea, so I looked up anteaters on the internet. Unfortunately, they only live in tropical, humid climates. And apparently they eat about 30,000 ants a day. Hm...I don't think even we have QUITE that many ants.

Brigitte sent me these pictures in an email. They just made me stop for a second, and brought a couple tears to my eyes.

Okay, there's this site called my pet fat. It's kind of taken from the idea of the pet rocks, except it's a blob of simulated fat that you carry around with you to remind yourself not to eat fatty foods, like cheeseburgers or bacon, or something. You can buy it in several sizes, ranging from 1 oz. to 5 lbs. (pictured above, and setting you back $90). What WILL they think of next?

*ps-Hannah, I got this from ljc's site, too!

Ok, so now I'm in the badminton class at 10 am on Mondays and Wednesdays. And then on Monday night at 8:30, I took an "aerobic kickboxing" class at the rec hall with Alicia. And now I am SO sore! Actually, it's getting a little better, I think. It was worse yesterday. But it still rEaLly hurts when I have to sit down in any sort of chair. And tonight I decided I'd kill myself a little more by taking the abs class with some people. So now my butt will be sore, my thighs will be sore, my arms will be sore (from badminton), and my stomach will be sore! Yay for fitness! Ha ha.
I swear I'm not turning into one of those fitness freaks--I'm just really bored, and there's nothing else to do on weeknights!

YAy! Not only are the White Stripes nominated for four awards, but they're also gonna be playing at the Grammys! Who cares if the Grammys suck? I'm still watchin' 'em!

Oooh, the apple ipod mini. Only 3.6" tall. Can I have one? I don't usually need that much technology, but They're So Cute!!

Sometimes I feel like posting pictures of cute kittens.


And no, I don't know who that guy is that's holding the kitten. Sorry.

ps-it makes me sad when The Shins play in San Francisco, and then their tickets get sold out before I can even decide if I want to go or not. Who's heard of the Shins anyway?!

Oooh man. College is nice...but sometimes it's not. I don't really feel like explaining, but don't worry--I think everything will work out in the long run.

ANyway, yesterday was interesting. I went to Sacramento TWICE in ONE day! Ha ha. It's funny how things happen coincidentally like that. Liz, Kanani, Kaylan, and I took the Yolobus to Sacramento to see Young Black Stallion on the IMAX screen there. Liz rides horses, so she wanted to go see it. The trip was kind of funny, because the bus ride took an hour to get there, and an hour to get back, and the movie itself was only 55 minutes long. And the joys of public transit! On the way there, Liz was telling us about this guy who's gonna get released from prison, and how the equestrian team had to be careful about it because apparently he's been writing letters to one of the girls on the team, and then this old scary lady sitting next to me interrupts us and decides to tell us how we can avoid rapists, and how we can use our horse to protect us against rapists. I guess she meant well, but it was actually pretty creepy, because she looked like she just got out of prison herself!
So we saw the movie--extremely cheesy, hardly any plot (we were the oldest people there without our parents)--and we barely got out in time to catch the next bus back. So we RUN to the bus stop, and the busdriver lady tells us it's her break, so we have to wait twenty minutes while she goes to use the bathroom. And we can't get on the bus, even! Even though it's really cold. So we wait at the bus stop forever. And then she asks us where we're headed, and we tell her Davis. And she says, "Well, I'm going to Woodland--Woodland and then the airport," as if we're on the wrong bus. So we pull out the map of the route, and it says "Woodland, airport, Davis." So Liz asks if she's gonna go by Davis, since it's on the route, and she says "Yes," as if it's obvious. We decided that she probably hated us or something. She looked really scary too. So we sat at the very back of the bus.
And that's just the movie part of the day!
We got back at 6:30 (we left at freakin' 2), and then my friend Daniel told me about his friend's band which was playing that night at Capitol Garage, which is actually about a block away from the bus stop we got off at. So Scott, Ivan, Dylan, Liz, Karie, Corie, Bria, and I all pile into Scott's car and drive out there again for a show at 9 pm. The first band was called the Suicide Squirrels. It was a wannabe White Stripes, with just a guitarist and a drummer. Except they had no lyrics and it was basically just one guitar riff over and over for each song. And then the second band, the Clorox Girls (three guys), threw water and powdered sugar all over the audience. Yeeah....so we left after that, because both of the bands kind of sucked. And got home at around 11 or so, and played Catchphrase (woo hoo!) until 1.
So that was my Saturday. Sorry if you couldn't make it through the whole story. It was a little long-winded.

Here are some late hiking photos:


Jumbo rocks scenery


Me and Leah in a really cool crevasse

So remember how I donated blood way at the beginning of the year? No? Well, I did. And I didn't know what type of blood I had, until they sent me this little card yesterday that said I was A+. That sucks! I really wanted to be type O. Because with type O you feel special, since everyone can accept your blood, and the blood people are always asking you for donations. But with type A...no one cares! Naw, I guess type A isn't that bad...but I just was hoping for more! *blurry camera shot with tears in eyes*
OK, I can't believe I just wrote a paragraph complaining about my blood type.

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Riiight....

I'm back. I love having high-speed internet again. Going home reminds me to count my blessings. Hehe. It's so nice to see everyone again! I had my first day of classes today, and it was ok. My linguistics professor reminds of Chris Kattan--he looks kind of like him. Except he has huge Harry Potter glasses and a strong Spanish accent. He also talks about linguistics as if it's science, which isn't that great. For example, he said: "Think of the subject as the nucleus of the sentence." Scary!! Is that supposed to make it clearer for me?!
My beginning painting class is tomorrow. Hope it's fun!
And I hope all of you people who read this are enjoying your new semesters/quarters!

Yes, I'm in love with Orlando Bloom too. How could I not be?