I'm blonde! I'm blonde! (Pictures to come when I get back to Pittsburgh.)

On my way back to Pittsburgh this afternoon I'm making a stop in Youngstown to see Ms. Chantelle. We're going to be working our asses off. If anyone would like to provide support -- emotional or technical -- we'd be glad to accept. I've said the word "budget" and "...can kiss my ass" more times in the last three weeks than I have in my entire life.

This Project Management class can kiss my...nevermind.

Thursday, September 13, 2001

I'm going home to Ohio tomorrow to corn fields and my cats.

My hair is going to get colored on Saturday morning. I'll take pictures. I hope it gets blonder.

Wednesday, September 12, 2001

Look at what Chantelle gave me! An Oops a-Daisy pooping cow! Complete with "Piles of yummy jelly beans" and "Real moooving parts"!

Aaron (not Aaron), if you need something else to think about, you can come over and make my cow poop.

My maturity is showing, isn't it?

I donated to Amazon.com's Red Cross Disaster Relief Fund. You should too.

Tuesday, September 11, 2001

It's crazy. The school building was evacuated about an hour ago. I'm at my apartment now. Traffic is crazy.

Chantelle, Cathy and I were going to skip part of our class this morning because they had some kind of video editing to do. As we got off the elevators, we were greeted by a very distressed Bob. He told us about what happened, then we went around the corner to a crowded bar to watch the TV.

I really don't know what to say.

Monday, September 10, 2001

This is for you, mom...

If anyone has heard about what I do when I have spiders in my apartment, you'll understand. If not...well...I don't know what to tell you. I'll just tell you that you don't want to see what's under the Post-it.

I am so lame.

I'm so so lame.

If I come home on Friday and you see me giggling, it's just because I'm lame. I really shouldn't giggle. You'd agree -- especially if you knew what I was giggling about.

Sunday, September 09, 2001

I painted my toenails.

Yo, Chantelle. Answer your friggin' phone. This is the last time I ever try to do a project with your punk ass. (We can't let Cathy and Brad do more work than us!)

When I came home from work yesterday, I think my neighbors were watching porn. I was fumbling for my keys and heard, "Ooooh! Uggggg...ahhhhhh. Oh yessssss!" It was scary, let me tell you...

OK, everybody. I'm coming home this weekend to get my hair colored. Start reserving your time with me now. Chuck? Janet? Kari? I'm driving to Ohio right after work on Friday, so I'll probably get home just in time to fall into bed on Friday night. Anybody up for something on Saturday night? (Chuck, when do I get to see your new house -- I mean, one third of a house?)

Saturday, September 08, 2001

I graduate in about 6 months.

That's scary.