It's not delivery...it's DiGiorno
you are the cute but psycho happy bunny. You
adorable, but a little out there. It's alright,
you might not have it all, but there are worse
which happy bunny are you?
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Oh man. Pizza is the awesome. I'm just eating whatever's left in my freezer for now bekause I'm poor. But that will be soon rektified, bekause I'm babysitting for my wind ensemble direktor's kids tonite! I will be able to afford food after that. :)
Yeah. So yesterday was interesting. I got up later than hoped, but was ready to go a few minutes early. I arrived at the Fort Wayne State Developmental Center around 8:20 for a meeting that started at 8:30. I parked my kar (I skored the phat pull-through!) in a lot which HAD NO MARKINGS OF EMPLOYEE PARKING ONLY OR ANY OTHER SUCH WARNINGS. (Not a hint of foreshadowing here. Move along, folks.) I did my thang until 11, then Kelly and I went back to IPFW together in her kar (where we got a TIGHT parking spot in Structure 1, floor 2), leaving myne in the safe KLUTCHES OF THE EVIL PARKING NAZIS at the FWSDC. She took her piano lesson and I studied for my theory test/chilled in the lounge until she was done. We then decided to skip physics klass and go to Taco Bell. (Which normally isn't like us, but that klass is sometymes just NOT worth going to.) Met Colin's friend Andy there eating alone, so we sat with him. :) Saw a shady character that we don't like, as well. But we did our best to ignore the fakt that he kame in flirting with his MUCH more...uh..."mature" ko-workers. *shudder*
After nummy Taco Bellage, Kelly took me back to get my kar. I saw something white on the windshield, but I disregarded it as snow. When I klimbed into the driver's seat, I noticed that it was NOT snow, but a parking violation slip. It had a business kard attached, so I was like, "Oh, it's prolly just an advertisement." BUT NO. This was a parking ticket that said the following: "Operating vehicle on Grounds without Employee Sticker", "Improper Parking (backed in)", and "Other- You know have 72 hrs to get your sticker or your VEHICLE will be towed. Tow Date after 3-4-03."
W...T...F.
It doesn't have a phone number or a place where I kan go to appeal matters having to do with this misunderstanding. Therefore, my friends and I have been referring to this as "Kristn's Bogus Parking Ticket" and I must waste my precious tyme (seriously, there was no sarcasm in that statement. My tyme is very limited as I have tons of homework and prakticing and rehearsals and...well, you get the idea...) getting this shit taken kare of. There was a fucking meeting going on that morning...A TON of out-of-towners must've been parked just like me. They better not make me pay for this shit. I will be angry beyond belief. I did absolutely nothing wrong, unless pull throughs have suddenly bekome illegal in the city of Ft. Wayne. "Backed in"....BAH! How do THEY know I "backed in"? Their information is faulty, bekause I did NOT. They jumped to a inkorrekt konklusion, which does not say much for their character. lol
Yeah, on to the fun stuff. A rehearsal, a saxophone quartet publicity photo shoot, and a stupidly hard theory make-up test later, Kristn finally retired to the luxuries of her apartment with plans to get her praktice on before chillin with her homies (which had been on the agenda since Tuesday.) Looking at the clock, I realized it was almost 7 pm and if I wanted to get people to kome out and get their chill on with me, then was the instant to do it. So I kalled Kelly as I ate some dinner, and we worked out the protocol for kalling people. (Heh...we should kall that the "Proto-kall" from now on. I'll run that by her. Damn, I'm ever-so-klever.) She kalled Marcus, and I kalled Israel (who has the most AWESOME answering machine...it remynded me of Nate Bogner's) and Ramon (who swears I didn't wake him up with my phone kall, but I swear I did). After making the phone kalls, I looked at my overflowing garbage kans and loads of dishes. I decided to take garbage out and then do the dishes while Marcus and Kelly talked at the dining room table. When I was finished, Israel arrived (with Twizzlers pull n peels in hand! WHOO!), then Ramon sleepily lumbered into the living room. (Poor kid didn't sleep the night before and napped for only 15 minutes before I kalled him.) We went to Baskin Robbins for some tight ice kream and some little kid offered Israel and I his buy one get one free koupons. Everyone started teasing me about how the little kid was hitting on me, but we all knows that's good absurd fun. :) We happily ate ice kream and watched all the little kids do the same (it's so entertaining to watch toddlers eat ice kream. Especially out of kones). Our next venture was Walmart (during which we saw the Vernon Trio pulling out of the Rally's parking lot). There, we played with the Blues Clues Music Mix toy and got some fingerpaint and fingerpaint paper. Marcus found someone he knew (surprise surprise! He knows everyone in this city!) and we left. But not without Ramon playing the krane machine in the breezeway and winning not one prize...but THREE. lol. One of them was an exceptional stuffed bumblebee that says "ALI" all over the wings. It says this bekause I guess it's the official "Muhammad Ali" bee. I found that kompletely hilarious. I am now wondering if he has a line of butterfly toys as well.
Back at my place *bum chicka bow wow* we put our stuff down and spontaneously decided to play DDR before the fingerpaint aktion began. It was Israel and Ramon's first tyme playing, and I really think they liked it! Fingerpainting aktivities ensued, and much fun was had. Great art was made, and wonderful music/diskussion filled the air. People soon after began to get tired and slowly filtered out the door. Ramon decided to give me the Ali Bee, who now resides atop my komputer with my other little bee I got from McDonalds in a happy meal once. They are friends now. :) The Ali bee looks like it's smiling waving in this profound little bee way.
After everyone kleared out, I got online for a short while and then went to bed. I set my alarm, but forgot to turn it on...so a telemarketer woke me up at 11:30. I wonder how long I would've slept if she wouldn'tve kalled? The mysteries of life...god works in mysterious ways. And this tyme he employed a telemarketer. Praise be or whatever.
Low Point- uggggh. I had a really bad Wind Ensemble rehearsal. And that theory test was hella hard...I didn't finish. But I heard that no one did.
High Point- photo shoots are fun! We had tons of laughs. Then chillin in the evening was of superior fun-ness.