A moment for the worst days of the year

I wish to apologize to my dedicated readership of 4 for slacking off on my blog. I realize that your morning routine consists of a shower, consumption of coffee/tea (not for Sean), brushing your teeth, and--most important of all--reading my fantastic blog. I hope dearly that this brief hiatus in my online journal of jibberish has not severly thrown off anyone's routine. Especially Anne, because I know your routine is especially important to you. For all the unfocused lectures, imcomplete homeworks, and episodes of insomnia, I apoologize. Things are okay now, I have posted a blog.

Okay, in all seriousness, I realize that my readership is in fact less than 1% of my previous quote. And that those of you who have ever read my blog only do so in a sorry attempt to procrastinate work, and once you've visited it you realize that doing homework actually has more redeeming value than reading this nonesense. This blog is more about me and my recent realization that I whine to my friends about insignificant shit entirely too much, and that a blog is a superb way to get these things out. In fact, for those of you I consistantly talk to on the phone know that I know have nothing to say when I call now, because anything that is worth uttering I have put in my blog. So here's some more things that you can now chose to hear, because I won't call you and force you to listen to it.


According to one study conducted by a professor from Wales, January 23 is supposed to be the worst day of the year (My, those Welsh sure are scholarly Anne). This comes as a result of holiday weight gain, holiday debt, unfulfilled New Years resolutions, taxes, the weather, etc. Perhaps January 23 was the worst day of the year so far, but not because of these things: Monday was when the tragedy of the Broncos' most embarassing loss EVER sunk in. But even yet, this was still not the worst day of the year. I can list far worse days that are to come to tell you why they will compete with January 23 for this highly coveted title:

-Today: I overdrew my account once again, and The Man which is a mild label for The Bank got $70 from me for spotting me only $30. Ugh.
-February 14, obviously. (Sorry, I am going to have a Cathy moment here). I will likely not have a date for this epic Day and if I do, it will be one where I have to carry on the conversation and straaaaiiiinnn to extract anything remotely intelligent from him. Naw, The Cork Mud Pie sounds like a much more solid plan.
-February 20: The Bachelor Season Finale. I just know that Travis is going to pick the stupidest girl on the show and it will reaffirm my belief that good guys pick dumb girls because they are easiest. Will they not learn even after medical school and 33 years? Is there no hope for us?
-March 13: National Open Your Unbrella Inside Day. Yes, that is correct. Can you imagine? This is fairly the worst day ever. If Americans choose to take part in the festivities for this day we can just forget about ever a.) having any good luck again, b.) feeling any sense of accomplishment after having wasted an entire day engaged in such foolishness. And the worst part is that we'll never be able to get those hours back. I hope desperatly that none of you participate in this madness. (Speaking of weird days, April 9 is No Housework Day, which ironically for the Powerhouse falls on a Sunday. If you know anything about my life you will understand the sheer glee I experience when I think about celebrating this day.)
-March 18: The DAY AFTER St. Patrick's Day. Need I say any more.
-and now a seriously sad one, May 7: my birthday, because a.) it falls directly in the middle of finals, and b.) I will not get to celebrate it with my sister, whose birthday also happens to be May 7, the only person in the world I care to celebrate it with)

Okay, so there are many many more days that can enter this contest. I will continue to brainstorm them, as should you....

As for now, if you have made it htis far in my worthless blog, I will advise you to do more importnant things with your time--like laying in your bed and counting the popcorns on your ceiling, or pondering the English imperative, or opening umbrellas inside....

In light of the last year and the three different jobs I have now had exposure to (Orientation, President's Office, and Center of the American West) I am going to generate a list, which I will add to periodically, of goals I will set for myself once I enter the professional world. I have learned a great deal about things that both help and hinder productivity, as well as employee morale, in an office situation. Some of my items will be from the perspective of what I will do as a manager of an organization or team, and what I will do (and am doing) as a "lowly" employee in an organiztion.

So, to kick off my list, I have a manager item:


When I am in a management position the door to my office will always remain open. I will establish my work area as a place available to any employee that needs to speak with me, on both a professional level and a personal level. I will not be above interuptions for questions or simple hellos.


If you have any ideas to add to my new list please shoot them this way. If not, check out King Joe of Luxembourg's blog.

I have to complain about something for a moment. It is snowing today, which is why I personally modified my shoe selection from that of heels to that of flats, an excellent move. In conjunction with the rest of my attire, I am still wearing dress shoes, but they are flat to accomodate for the miles of walking around in the campus slush and slip. Additionally, I am wearing a heavier coat, whose cherry red unfortunatly clashes with todays's pink color palette selection... but I have to stay warm. I share this story to demonstrate that one must consider two things when composing an outfit: fashion and convenience. This is why I must complain about students that employ the sub-fad Roller Backpacks. Yes, the backpacks on wheels that more closely resemble carry-on suitcases. They are neither fashionable nor convenient. Whenever I spot one of these infamous Roller Backpacks I immediately wonder, "my gosh, what exotic destination must they be flying to?" And then I remember, "oh no, they are more likely headed to geology." This fashion accessory is entirely over the top. In addition, do you realize that CU-Boulder is perhaps the least hadicap-accessible campus in America? I fail to see how a Roller Backpack could withstand more cobblestones and grand staircases than a wheelchair. Has anyone considered that this piece of notebook and pencil luggage is slightly excessive? Or am I missing something?

Read the Rocky and Post

Two reasons to read today's newspapers:

- So you can check out two of my roomates, Julie and Martin, as they make an appearance in the Rocky Mountian News with caption and picture at the Capitol.

- But more importantly, so you can make your newspaper broncos hat out of the "Scene" section of the Denver Post

Boring comments for a boring day

I am currently sitting in the Trident, yes it IS local, with none other than Mr. Mangin himself--who may or my not be King Joe of Luxembourg--listening to him carry on about notoriously trivial items like being buried in the sea, challenging my blog, and Starbuck's being the center of all evil in corporate America. Is there anything I loved more? Mmmm, other than watching trash TV like Blind Date, sitting through the lectures of pompous asshole professors, or going for a jog in sub-zero temperatures--nothing!

Meanwhile, Sean is bitching about his chronic fear that the 20% is becoming the new 15%--gratuity I mean. There is perhaps nothing worse that could happen to my dear friend Sean. (With the exception of, dear God, the phone company miscalculating his bill by 14 cents.)


In other news, I actually have homework already. This is tragic really: my life is slowing degrading to a portrait of the world's most uninteresting college student. As I walked down Pearl Street tongiht I noticed I was a dedicated member of the 1.3% of pedestrians wearing a back pack--which includes the bums or Iraqi vet returns. Everyone else pranced about in their shiny black stilletos and Sequenced Going Out Tops while I stared at my feet considering how I can complete all my work and still crawl into bed before midnight. I have realized, it is Day Two of the semester, that is why every cool person is going out, and I am such a chronically busy and therefore boring person that I don't even have anything to write about for my blog. Now I am depressed. I am going to sign off. Tyler and Sean's conversation about UFO's is picking up speed and it is definatly more exciting than this blog about nothing.


I will leave you with this one last question: Is Tyler a cynic?

Fight Ganster Hate

Today there was a table in the UMC whose campaign title was "Fight Gangster Hate". hmmmm....gangster hate...ganster hate.... Oh yeah! Ganster Hate--that's right--there's loads of that here at CU. In fact, now that I think of all the Ganster Hate we have I think I might go sign up for that campaign, or even donate money. Ganster Hate is so bad here that I often cannot focus on my hippie professors during half-attended lectures, I struggle to safely move about Martin Acres, and I feel uncomfortable partying with the yuppie, rich, white kids on the hill.

Classes started today. So far I've had Duetsch 2020. One topic of discussion was about new movies and I mentioned that I had seen Syriana. And my professor asked me, "Glauben Sie die Filme?" which translates as, "Do you believe the movie?" Well, Tyler, if you are reading this I have one question for you: "Glaubst du diese Filme?"'

This is enough nonesense for now. I have other things to do, like attending the most profound and substantial class on my schedule, as well as the most brilliant course offered at CU, my Speech Language and Hearing Sciences Class (yes, this IS science): The Science of Human Communication. I imagine we will learn all about the complex mechanics of how messages are transmitted from one brain, through the mouth, and received by another, a phenomenon that I am clearly utilizing with my exciting new blog.

ME 

Sex in the mainstream and some other bandwagons

Sean and I watched Kinsey last night. Have you seen it? Well, if you haven't apparently you should because it's blockbuster recommended and nominated for 3 golden globe awards. I have no idea why. Other than the fact that it places sex as a biological phenomenon/fulfillment of natural desire/an activity of no more significance than toast for breakfast, which hollywood is always a fan of doing, it was a very boring movie and I cannot possibly see why it deserves any more golden globe nominations than Fantastic Four. Speaking of Fantastic Four--when I watched this masterpiece of an action-packed thriller, I would like to share with the world that upon the successful completion of heroic act #1, when the Fantastic Four first save the innocent civilians, I liberally shed tears for ten minutes on the plane to LaGuardia. It wasn't because Fantistic Four composed an emotionally provokative scene, or movie for that matter, but it was because I was having an extremely emotional week, and the Fantastic Four delivered their heroism at fantastic timing for me. (Yes, the victim on my left side did offer me a kleenex and the victim on my right did ask me if I was okay--extremely embarassing).The point is that Kinsey was not a great movie: people are reacting strongly to it because of it's timing, because of where sex is in society, which is not a place that is public and exploited enough for them. That is a terrible reason for golden globe nominations. Now I do think that Brokeback Mountain deserves some nominations, but only because I used to think Heath Ledger was foxy, and after his performance in this movie a am nealry convinced he actually is internally torn between loving men and loving women. He was truley that convincing.

Moving on.....I am now jumping on the blogging band wagon because that is what I am supposed to do. I am in college and I need to keep up. I would be a lot of happier about now being an at-large member of this fast-moving first decade of the 21st century, except that I still don't own an iPod, which really irritates me, especially since Robyn recently found the courage to bite the bullet and spend the $300+ or whatever these overratted gadgets cost and get her own 30 GB iPod. Now I really do suck. So I will continue to carry on as I did before, using my iPodlessness as an excuse for not working out, which will definately not work in conjunction with my new years resolution to run the Boulder Bolder this year, another band wagon I have decided to jump on (but so far I am having trouble actually getting on, I am more running next to it, thinking about jumping on)

Well this is enough nonesense for a start. If I am doing the blogging thing wrong someone should tell me. I would't want to cause any problems my first week as a member of this exciting community.