thanksgiving 2005

I should be in bed right now, but I'm not.

I am up being mushy.

In any case, here are all the pics from my time in El Paso for Thanksgiving. I am sad that I didn't get any with Jami!

There are a ton of my nephew, Dawson, so beware.

Thanksgiving was awesome- a full 4 days of doing nothing at all. Glorious.


http://www.flickr.com/photos/zachmorrisishot/tags/thanksgiving2005/


Check out the titles of the pictures if you want to know what the crap they are!

I am a busy bee.

myspacehookup

I was going to not post at all while I was in El Paso, but I thought this was really funny.

We were all sitting at Village Inn and somehow it came up that no one really defines relationships now that we're older. Like, in high school or whatever, you'd have that like "Will you be my boy/girl friend (or, more accurately, "Will you go out with me?")" chat.

So, I said- "Yeah, I guess you never really know until their status changes to "In a Relationship" on MySpace."

Hahaha.

El Paso is going well. I sometimes get stressed out, but all in all it's going okay. Other than the fact that my Mom and Tom made me sing "At Last" FOUR TIMES. In front of a ton of people. I pretty much wanted to die.

Tons of pictures coming soon.

youwin

Dearest Chris,

I surrender.

You win the commenting battle.

Love,

Colleen
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I leave for El Paso at 7am tomorrow. I am not necessarily looking forward to the eight hour drive in itself, but how freaking awesome is it that I have 16 hours total of nothing but chatting with family? Rad.

Things are crazy right now. And by crazy, I mean freaking awesome.

The end.

(I may be around over the break, maybe not. Can you handle the suspense?!)

ktbirthday

Friday was Katie's birthday! We went to Main Event, after having some excellent cake (with decor saved by Chris and I) at our place.

Here are a TON of pictures from the evening: Flickr: KT's Birthday. There are also a few pictures from when Katie and I performed "At Last" at Church.

This weekend was pretty awesome, I must say. I could go on and on and on, but I think "pretty awesome" will suffice.

I also learned a lot of wisdom from Professor Dumbledore:

"We will all have to make the choice between what is right and what is easy."

cancelledclass

I woke up at 7am this morning.
Said prayers.
Brushed teeth.
Washed face.
Put in contacts.
Checked e-mail.
Fought crazy traffic on Mopac.
Walked from the Institute to the theatre building (quite a ways).
See people from my class.
"Class is cancelled. She's sick."

JHGSDFGAJKGFKJASGJKFGSDJKFGJK!!!!!!!KJGH#&*^*&^@J$GBKJXGCfzs.

Okay, normally I am pretty level-headed, but this class has been somewhat of an irritation. Let me explain.

If we missed more than 2 classes, our grade automatically drops a letter grade. A WHOLE LETTER GRADE FOR 2 ABSENCES. I have missed 3. Great. By our calculations- she should now also have a B in this class. She has cancelled class 3 times. I'm sorry, you don't get a 4.0 this semester Professor Pryor.

Anyway. Now I'm in the library, wasting time on the computer.
Eating Stonyfield Farms peach yogurt with Life cereal poured in.

I was eating yogurt once at work and a customer asked how I could eat "spoiled milk." Ever since, my taste for the stuff just hasn't been the same.

spyvsspy

I have wanted, desired, yearned for these for 4 years now. There were only 500 made. Some day someone is going to love me enough to get them for me.

picsandysa

I finally uploaded some old pictures to my Flickr photo stream. I refuse to pay for it, and you can only upload certain amounts of photos a month. So yeah, these are all sort of dated. Except for the 3 ACTLab ones, those were taken yesterday.

Here are the new ones, if you don't feel like sifting through all the pictures.
ACTLab
Halloween
Playdoh Party

Tomorrow should be a fun day. I work 10-5pm and then at 6pm, I am heading over to my Church with Katie. At 7pm, there's going to be this spaghetti dinner Tri-Stake activity thing and a bunch of us 20-somethings are going to perform songs from the 30's, 40's, and 50's for the old people of the Church. It's called "Remember when you were a YSA?" or, for those not fluent in Mormon-speak, Remember when you were our age.

Anyhow. I am singing "At Last" by Etta James and Katie is dancing while I sing. I am pretty excited about it. I want people to come see me (FREE SPAGHETTI DINNER!!) but I am too shy to ask. After that dinner thing, I don't know what I'm doing yet. But, since I have been feeling pretty stress-free, I am up for anything. We'll see. I have been practicing this song for a while, but I still think I am going to forget the words. That or sing too loud and the mic will make the sound distort. Scary.

So, update on my fish, Pilot: He TOTALLY does not have his tumor anymore. What the heck? HE IS A MIRACLE FISH.

Now to practice more with Katie so we can look freaking awesome. (Well, I know I can probably look all right, it's just a matter of sounding all right.)

pilotisnotdead

He once was lost, but now is found.
Was blind, but now he sees.

OKAY. THIS IS THE CRAZIEST THING EVER. MY FISH, PILOT, DIED THIS MORNING. I SAW HIS BODY RESTING UPSIDE DOWN IN HIS TANK AFTER FLOATING TO THE TOP AND I SAW THE ummmm.... WASTE COMING OUT OF HIS BODY.

BUT.

LISA AND ORSON CAME OVER FOR HIS FUNERAL AND TO OUR SHOCK AND AMAZEMENT, HE WAS ALIVE.

How on Earth?!

Ok, you need the backstory.

When I was in high school, I had this gerbil, Fritz. I loved Fritz SO much. I would always play with him and let him run around my room in his little ball. He was so smart, too! He learned how to jump out of his cage and jump around my room freely. Amazing. I had him for 4 years- amazing considering their life span is only 1 year. So, when Fritz died my junior year, (I saw him rigor mortis-ed out and I couldn't look again, so I made Jamie come confirm his dead-ness), I was devastated. I cried and cried and cried (I know, I'm pathetic, I was 17 years old) and everyone at school made my sympathy cards and everything. Well, a little before lunch time, my mom came up to the school and had the main office come get me from class. I walk towards the main office and there's my mom with a message- FRITZ IS ALIVE!!! Screaming down the halls, FRITZ IS ALIVE!!! Well, I didn't believe her, I thought she just replaced him because I was so upset. But, sure enough, it was definitely Fritz in my cage at home. (He had this very defining white patch- like the guy that used to do Talk Soup on E! but is now on the TV Guide channel.)

THIS IS WHAT MAKES THIS EPISODE SO FREAKING CRAZY.

I SAW PILOT DEAD. I came to work super upset, I couldn't taste my breakfast, I was telling everyone that I was going to be a horrible mother, everything. Told my Thundercloud boys/girls that he was dead. Brad bought me candy to make me feel better. Katie was sad she was going to have to miss his funeral. Etc. So, Lisa and Orson come over with a sympathy card (which is the most hilarious thing ever, I'll transcribe it for you some other time... maybe when Pilot dies for real) and ready to bury his poor tumored body, but Orson looks at him, and he says, "Ummm... do you have another fish?" No. "This fish is alive." I wasn't a believer at the time. I thought they got me another fish. BUT NO. THIS IS PILOT. He has his tumor and everything. I don't understand it.

HOW COULD THIS HAPPEN TWICE IN MY LIFE?!?! I WILL NEVER BURY ANYTHING UNTIL I AM SURE IT IS GOOD AND DEAD.

This is totally nuts. I don't understand it at all. But my little fishy is alive.

amiaguy

I have come to the conclusion that the majority of guys I interface with must think I am a guy.

Exhibit A: I am always the best girl friend, and never the girlfriend.

Exhibit B: Guys ALWAYS comment on other girls' looks in front of me. Hello? Do I want to hear about her "tits" or her "ass"?!?! NO. I am a girl. You are supposed to pretend you have some sort of respect for women-- at least when another woman is around.

Exhibit C: Guys I obviously like ask me for advice on how to get with other girls. Interesting.

Exhibit D: This conversation, or one quite similar, has happened to me at least 10 times. Boy: "Girls are so ____________!!" Colleen: "I am a girl, I'm not ____________." Boy: "You're not a girl, though, you're Colleen!"

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Now that you have the evidence, it is time for the speculation as to why this may be the case. Could it be that I am awesome at video games? Could it be that I am a computer nerd? Could it be that I could probably beat most guys up?

I don't know. But it's annoying.

howtoannoyaretailworker

TEN WAYS TO ANNOY A RETAIL WORKER

1. When he/she asks "How are you," reply with "I'm just looking."

2. Ignore any and all questions he/she may ask you, even if he/she is asking them in order to help you find exactly what you want.

3. Have he/she let you look at over 15 items and proceed to say, "Thanks! Now I know what I like."

4. Treat him/her as if they have the mental capacity of a fish, even though they are almost 100% guaranteed to be more educated than you are.

5. Allow your 2- to 5-year-old children play with items that are probably worth much more than their total contribution to society.

6. Spend at least one hour looking at one particular item, decide to purchase it, let he/she ring up your sale, then decide you want to look at other items.

7. Do the above, then decide to exchange the original item for your new find, but only after looking for at least another half hour.

8. Repeat.

9. Ask him/her for a discount. When he/she says no, comment on how unfair it is that you are not entitled to the retail person's employee discount.

10. Ask for his/her opinion, and when they give you the truthful answer, scoff at them and accuse their opinion of being false and due only to the fact that they get commission.