allow me to break one of the ten commandments for just a minute....
katie conrad (an english prof) has an office up here and she got an electric bicycle a month(ish) ago. i. want. it.
*covet*

^^^ it's a europa electric bicycle and it ranges from 1400-1700 (i think?).

The Tres Terra Europa is a fast electric bike that provides exceptional power for both assisted (pedaling) and unassisted (no pedaling) travel and scaling hilly terrain. This bike can cruise at high speeds even without rider assistance.

*heavy sigh*

i'm working right now (8 to 5), i work at la prima tazza tonight (5:45-12:30ish) and tomorrow (11:45 to 6:30ish) and i am SO tired already. luckily i am training heather la bash so we can talk about jogging and computers and mean people on ljworld.com.

other updates:

• purchased a refurbished nano
• paid a medical bill off to get creditors off of my back (that felt good)
• bought some cashews from the merc
• need a nap
• who wants to go see ad astra tomorrow? ghosty and suzannah on wednesday? who wants to watch degrassi with me? who wants to help me move on the 27th? i will buy you some pizza.
  

in the past six years, i have probably lived eight months with my sister if you combine summer/winter breaks plus vacations. in that amount of time apart, we have both developed this freak fear/habit that scares my mom.

in a restaurant or bar, our backs have to be against a wall. if our backs cannot be against a wall, we must be facing a doorway. neither of us had this habit until about a year ago.

my sister is much more affected by this fear/habit than i am. in fact, at one point when we were in texas she started shaking when i took the seat against the wall and so i gave her my chair and took the seat that sort of faced the door. my sister isn't a baby about anything really so that should tell you a lot. i won't shake or make people move like leslie will, but i am always really uncomfortable if i'm not seated that way. it's why i really really hate sitting at bars unless there are people on either side and standing behind me.

we are freaks!
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i don't know what to say about jana's funeral. it was horrible and inspiring. we laughed a lot and cried even more. totally something you'd see in a movie. 1100 people showed up and we had to start late because there was a line to get in. i saw thad try to hide his tears and that made me cry harder. the party at the replay was a blast. everyone got wasted and danced (to tom johnson's band! i guess jana used to sing with them) and hugged and said nice things to each other. it was nice to be out and love everyone and not have any anxiety or apprehension about anything. i'm grateful that we had that opportunity to celebrate. when i die, if i still know all of you (and i hope i do), there can be a funeral if people really want it (ie parents and such) but i insist that everyone wear bright colors and moustaches and go to a club afterwards and we fly casey boyer in from germany or where ever she is and phil torpey and courtney from where ever they are and the three of them DJ the nastiest, grimiest hip hop music available and everyone grinds on each other. this includes any old relatives i have around. jason and julie can lead the dancing. don't forget to invite dr. know and crispin glover. i want everyone so drunk that they puke and think of me while they are puking.

i also insist that sweet potato fries, limeades and root beer floats be served. and wink, whether she is still alive or i've had her stuffed, will be the queen of the party.

i worked on my resume for four hours last night. i fell asleep while editing it. that's how exciting my life is. if anyone likes editing or wants to help me out, let me know and i will send you a copy. i sent a copy to my parents and basically got "GOOD JOB, WAY 2 GO!" from both of them. um, i am looking for an actual critique. like i said, let me know. it would be EXTREMELY helpful. and i will buy you a cookie and give you my zac efron poster.

my two new fav. videos on youtube (thanks to omgblog and rich of fourfour!):

YIPPEE KI-YAY, MISTER FALCON

zomg, i really REALLY needed a good laugh yesterday. major props to annie and patrick, matt and gavin from the Amazing Racists for making that happen. something along the lines of 'you are the thingseller, i am the stuffbuyer'. i think you had to be there.

for some reason, destiny frankenstein's name came up during trivia last night (she was a softball player at ku). the discussion of her name reminded me of a comphrensive list i found a few weeks ago of dirty names in sports. here are a few examples:

• dick trickle (nascar driver)
• gregor fucka (basketball player)
• harry colon (football player)
• lucious pusey (football player)
• misty hymen (olympic swimmer)
• rusty kuntz
• assol slivets (olympic skier)
• dick butkus (football player, i always thought this was a made-up name!)
• chubby cox (basketball player)

i have this weird memory of going to a royals game with my sister; they were playing the cleveland indians and at the time coco crisp and milton bradley were on the team. those are some amazing names. i really need to remember to name one of my pets destiny frankenstein.

this is the latest i have stayed up in...forever. to think, i was so proud of myself for staying up until four thursday night!

tonight...i wouldn't qualify it as fun but i am really glad i went out. i had some really nice talks with patrick g. and curtis. and i talked to mark hurst for a really long time. he is actually a really really nice guy and wow, he is going through a lot right now. and of course, i caught an asshole telling someone that i was his arch nemesis and that i had thrown a brick through his window. i tried to ignore him most of the night and was annoyed that i had to stop a conversation with patrick to correct him. dudes, i do not throw bricks through windows. sorry to disappoint.

came home and made lindsay and kelly watch degrassi. they REALLY hated it and left me to go to bed, and at about that time kelli came home. i talked to her for about an hour about jana. she is heart broken. she said she feels cheated. it is really fucking sad. i can't imagine what i would do if anyone i was really really close to was murdered. she says that there are so many 'coulda, shoulda wouldas'. this whole thing actually could have been stopped, as in someone knew something bad was going to happen before it actually did.... and not in that 'oh man, i feel like something bad is about to happen' sense.

gah!

i listened to mark talk about jana and then his parents and it was really awful. i think i said that i was sorry that he was going through all of this shit in his life right now. he stopped me and said that he was glad because it made him value his life more. it's weird because people say those sorts of things all the time but it always sounds like rhetoric. this time i actually knew what he meant.

the funeral is wednesday. i'll stop talking about all of this then, i think. do not feel sorry for me. i'm definitely freaked out and i keep having visions of the last time i saw her (she was with fito). but we were not close. i'm not mourning for me. i'm mourning for all of my friends. i'm mourning because this is such a loss for everyone, especially those who never had the chance to meet her. i was privileged enough to have known her. i'm lucky.