I hope murked means something bad

So it's been a fun month so far. The hugest rock (I swear) hit my car on Thursday while I was driving to school and put a huge chip in my windshield. I was a little bit upset. Now I have to get that fixed and it's annoying.

On Friday night, I went with Natalie and some chicas bonitas to Pub 13 in Ypsi for her bachelorette party. (less than a week 'til the big day). I didn't know that Deja Vu was in Ypsi either. I thought it was in Detroit. In case you don't know "The Vu" is a strip club that advertises too much on the radio... namely 95.5. Maybe there is another one in Detroit too. Who knows. Anyway, this was my first having to show my ID experience for real. I was lucky I was 21... Anyway, we got some food and saw the dueling pianos, but I had to leave because I had to work at Cliff Keen Arena. I'd say more about the annoying group that came to clean up after the match, but why waste the effort. It boils down to they don't know how to clean, I hope they can afford a maid when they have their own homes.

On Saturday, I did a lot of nothing. I crashed at Damien's house so I could go back to Cliff Keen in the morning to do some extra cleaning / touch ups for the game on Monday. It wasn't too bad. Got done fairly quickly. Met some of Pete's buddies that were trash talking him. It was a good time. I was kinda surprised that they didn't invite me to go to breakfast with them, but whatever... (yeah Pete, why no breakfast / hot chocolate for me?)

Then I came home with the best of intentions to finish reading this ridiculous Tom Wolfe book about LSD and Acid (I'm not sure if they are different drugs still) and traveling the country/going to Mexico to escape the law. The last 30 pages I just flipped through. This book had no plot and I understand that it is journalistic, but I don't think anyone would want to read 378 pages of my journal entries straight, even if they were mostly regarding the same thing. It was too graphic for me... I should have chosen some feminist thing, I probably could have gotten through it faster, but now I just have to come up with an 8 page paper over the counterculture... joy!

Well, I really just watched TV and football (GO BLUE!) for most of the day and did homework and chilled at night. Kept a low profile. One night of bars in a weekend is enough for me. I don't know how people go out Tues-Sat night (I need more sleep, or I just go to more class than those people). I talked with Brian for awhile... He went to a hockey game this weekend it was a pretty eventful evening I suppose. I don't think he's much of a hockey fan, but there is always hope for him. If he sees the Red Wings, then all will be different. Distance is hard. I wish we could do silly things together. I hope he comes up to Michigan at some point in December - graduation or Christmas...

On Sunday I went to church. It was my last Sunday in the Hill Street Ward mainly because I needed them to reimburse me, but I transferred my records to my home ward because it is way closer. I've been spending too much time and gas driving back and forth to Ann Arbor for all these things that I didn't need to be there for. So hopefully 3 days a week minus the OSU game will be good from now on. Gas is ridiculous!!!!!!!!!!!!! I can't wait to be done with school.

I met with a group to work on a project yesterday. We are doing "how-to" presentations in my professional writing class. Ours is "How to be a well-rounded person". I think it should be pretty good, but we were running into some problems with using powerpoint on the Mac. I'll have to look up how to add an animation between slides, it wasn't letting me do it for some reason and I was thoroughly annoyed. Well I was more annoyed that it was required... that just wastes valuable time I could be doing something else. But alas, it will be ok. I'm also annoyed that randomly we're first. In all my randomly assigned group presenations this semester, my group has been first. How random is that?

I'm getting pretty annoyed with State Farm and my co-workers are a little... frustrating. Since I'm writing this at work, I think I'm venting a little bit. I think I'll just say it's rough to work in insurance. And now I need to call my people and get my car fixed. It's all very fluff I guess.