So colleen what did you do all day?

Well, I read. Sometimes I would just pretend to be reading to get through the pages. Who writes books anyway?

Oh and I SO watched the Trading Spaces episode that they taped in my neighborhood and I got to meet Frank and Paige. Yeah Trading Spaces! If you dont know the show, but on TLC its on all the time and you will soon become a slave to interior design...with a twist.

Nothing more to say, so I just may, get some clay, and spray...it
It being the pit, or spit, that came with a kit, for sit-ting down
Down with the brown, of the clown, who lives in town, by the pound, and ate some ground...beef
Beef is chief in this reef...of coral
Coral is like the Moral of the story

Yeah that was some freestyle right there.

You see that brick holding my door open? Yeah, thats from a golf course!

Guess what?
I had fruity pebbles for breakfast. I bought myself a box last night. Do you remember those things? I do. And they RULE!
However they are less nutritional than Cherrios...go figure.

I really dont wanna talk about how I sold my soul to the devil, but it's really the most interesting thing I can think to tell you. Yeah, thats right, I am a slave to the dining hall. I was given the job of taking plates -which were as hot as hell...and we all know who lives there-and putting then at the different areas that needed them. Right away ppl were like oh that sucks, thats the worst job and I thought well it's not so bad, I get to walk around. Plus I get some exercise in my arms from holding the heavy hot ass plates.

Later on...

The person who is running the plates with me takes forever and keeps taking the light stuff-smaller plastic bowls. I was easily doing double the work she was and hid my hatred for her in a tight smile anytime we made eye contact. I just really hate when people slack off. This job also reminded me how much I hate people. The dining hall gets so freakin busy, I'm carrying these crazy hot plates, my arms hurt, I'm getting sweaty, and people don't know how to get out of the way...I envisioned myself tossing them out of the way or tossing a plate at their heads. See what work does?!!

Then I left. I thought it was 9:40 and was like...I'm outta here. Got to my room. Mr.Clock reads: 8:41. I'm all: CRAP! Get back down for another 15 mins. Those minutes were actually quite pleasant.

Later in the night:
I had late night dinner and enjoyed a shake. Because I EARNED it. Damn striaght.

Special thanks to:
My parents for the package
and Miss Maris for the sugar cookies AND zoo plates.

Mom, you got some stiff competition. Everywhere you go, Miss Marie is two steps ahead.

As Americans I know people want to forget the act that happened a year ago, but as human beings we must remember.

Recent News: My computer is void of Kazaa right now. It kinda messed up my computer at home so I'm alittle hesitant to download it. I wish there was some sort of super music man who could fly into my dorm room and take out his wand. A simple Tap would do the trick and my computer would be filled was a vast array of mad phat beats. Unfortunately Super Music Man is on vacation or something. Freakin' bum.

Last night my buddy Ben and I had some fun thinking of brand spankin' new ways to say poopin. None of you should be surprise by this. Let's cut to the chase, here they are:

Planting a tree
Feeding the fish
DING! My muffins are ready
Putting icing on the cake - that one I found hilarious and brought myself to tears especially when Ben said That makes No sense.
Squeezing out some brown - not as inventive, i admit
Time to take out the garbage
Crankin out some chocolate

this one I didnt invent, Kiehl shared it with me, so I'm passing it on.

Gotta drop the kids off at the pool

Thats all for now.

feilds is actually spelled fields, but of course...I dont know that.

*Refer to the last post to know what the F I'm talking about*

Under my Farja's request I must update the site. So SORRY that I havent updated, how crazy of me to like be out and about (said very sarcastically with extra jazzy hand motions to emphasize)

Hmm whats new?
Oh I got something!

As many of you probably read, I am a Field Producer for a show. Now I know you must be asking yourself:

What does a feild producer do?
Good Question. I pondered that same eternal question and thankfully sudhanshu was there to answer. Obviously we take shots of open feilds like wheat or corn. And then occassionally we have some people run through in slow motion to romantic music. However, in this case, the woman isnt running after the man as he thinks. Instead, she is running after her hat that blew off in the wind. That pesky wind. Always picking on those poor helpless hats. When is someone gonna kick the winds ass?

Someday...