Dear Diary, Mood: senseless

How the fuck is insubordinate a mood....but ridiculous isn't? Whose fucked up reality is this?! What gives Tom?! WTF GIVES?! That's why everyone deletes you....Cunt!

Never in my life has this ever happened:

Random Person Asking me How I am: Hey, Leni how are you?
Me: Hey random person asking me how I am who I may or may now know, I'm feeling rather insubordinate. I just feel like just not listening to my superiors today. Give me a couple hours and I might go back to my obsequious self.

Nope...never happened. Although, I have often feel ridiculous.

Work is going to be great tomorrow....with my tired self and the tedious job I have ahead of me ALL SUMMER LONG! At least I get to go to Canadia this weekend. WOO HOO! I need to learn me some French! (And not this kinda French...although that could come in handy!) Although this will help more I think!) Perhaps a trip to the bookstore might indeed be necessary!

And it seems I never like going to countries where I know the language. Haven't been to Greece or Germany in ages and now that I know some Spanish....let's go to Quebec...where the only French I know is Parlez-vous anglais?, Je voudrais une omelette de fromage and Voulez vous coucher avec moi ce soir. Two of those are thanks to pop culture...thanks Pop Culture!! I'll be eating cheese omelets and being indecent for the entire weekend!

Time for sleep!

Ill

I've been sick for the past week. Sick to the stomach, literally. It all started the Tuesday before my final for Spanish, I was at work munching on my delicious Spicy Nuts & Cajun Sticks trail mix. I think it was one of the few things I've snacked on all day. Moments later my stomach feels...sour. That's the only way I can describe it, it just felt like someone poured a few liters of lemon juice into my stomach to replace the acid, as if it were a good idea. Now ever since then I've woken up and my stomach just feels the same way...sour. I don't even know what that means and I can't describe it any other way. I feel like vomiting and I can't....but I really really really want to.

Anywho, today's the end of Euro 2008 and for me it's a battle of languages I can sorta speak. Part of me wants Spain to win, because...have you seen Iker Casillas? Jesus Christ! Someone thank his mamma. Plus, I've been to Spain and I love Spain. So why wouldn't I want them to win? The other part of me though wants Germany to win, because...I've been to Germany and I loved Germany, so why wouldn't I want then to win? You would say it's a win-win situation for me, but I can only think about how upset I will be when the other team loses! For now though I'm going out with Ruthy...and I'll record the game so no one tell me what happens. I want to next messages of who is victorious! I'll watch it when I get home!

In other news I rocked my Spanish Final. I got a 98! Woot! Apparently the only thing I don't really know about Spanish is shopping and where I like to go on vacation because that's the chapter I did the worst on. My thing with languages is, I just have to tune out every other language I know and my strengths in each of those and focus on the one I'm spoken to at hand. I should probably pick up my German again and read in as much Greek as possible...to keep them all going and be a complete mess when I'm ridiculously inebriated when I bust out something like Now, you don't καταλαβαίνες, das ist nicht gut, verdrad? Or something to that effect! How terrible will that be...poor Andrew....Poor Ruthy!

EURO '08

So it's Germany V. either Russia or Spain, we'll find out in 22 hours or so. Now, I really dislike comments from commentators like the following:

Well, what an unbelievably dramatic night that was! No-one had expected a five goal end-toend thriller, or if they did they'd long been carted off to the nuthouse. The Turkish players are crushed, and they've every right to be. They've outplayed Germany, taken the game to them, and somehow, somehow, they're out. Astonishing.
I suppose the only consolation is that if Germany don't transform in the next few days, they'll get hammered by whoever wins tomorrow's semi-final between Russia and Spain. Join us for that. Until then...

See, the problem I have with that is no one got robbed (unless the ref was getting involved and not calling penalties, which is the case). It doesn't have to be pretty football, or flashy football. It has to be effective football. The team that didn't win can't outplay the other team...or they would've won! That's just my opinion on the matter.

I'm predicting a Spain v. Germany final. With Spain taking the whole thing. We'll see though, I could be completely wrong! I didn't even predict Russia or Turkey making it this far, so chances are high that I am wrong!

Estudiando

Tengo que estudiar mucho, pero no puedo porque estudiando es muy aburrido. Segunda no tengo tiempo!! Woe is me...for sure! It's gonna be a loooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooong night. (From the number of O's you know it's going to be SUPER long!)

Her Medium....MS PAINT!

Office View
MS Paint , 2008

Rebecca might not dance, or stand still, or like boxed wine getting on her fat unicorn shirt....but boy she sure is talented in the way of MS Paint!

Edit: I have to give it a fancy shmancy art name and all that other stuff

Whoever has been reading my blog like it were going out of style. It's kinda creepy....

Leave it to Euro to make my day better. Though now I don't know who I want to make it to the final. I want every team to win...so even if anyone wins, I'll still be upset because all the other teams will lose!

This is why International Soccer is better than Club Soccer. The surprises here are always welcome!

Talking to friends about your problems is supposed to make you feel better, but then why do I feel worse?

I hate bullshit, I hate dealing with it. Especially on lazy Sunday mornings.

Mr. Wright Makes Me Have Sleepless Nights.

I get a moment to be The Creator of all Creation...and I make a family of turnips!

Vh1's New Show

Should star Ruthy Rebecca and be titled, Worst Week Ever.

First the poor girl is sick for two days and can't eat anything without her stomach deciding to throw a coup. Then her car dies the morning she can finally go to work . Today her sister's car (the same make and model apparently) goes kaput as well and now I find out that her dad's not doing to hot.

I know I might joke about it being a show, but I don't really mean that. I was a lil insensitive when she told me about it and I know that pissed her off. But I don't mean to be insensitive about those things, it's just that I'm a ferret and don't pay attention to people...especially over AIM. I do hope he's ok though. In fact, I hope he's so OK that he's healthy an back to his usual trips to Peru as he normally does in no time! (Which I'm sure he will be!)

Hopefully, Ruthy Rebecca will be Best Week Ever next week!

Behold The Power of Cheese!

I sometimes like to reveal my cheesiness to the general public, just so everyone know who they're dealing with here!


Before I went to the Ludo show about two weeks ago, [which reminds me that I have to blog about that weekend...] I downloaded their Broken Bride LP. While I was listening to it, I almost started crying. Almost thanks to Andrew who took a break long enough from killing the Horde or something to that affect to turn around and go "Oh Jeez, you're not gonna cry are ya?!" Which was only followed by the expected but also most sheepiest of sheepy noos the world's ever heard. Eyes red, voice a little cracky...completely believable! Shame the world wasn't there to see it....which is why I've decided to blog about it.

So that's my band for right now. They now have a spot in my Πυξ-Λαχ, Κατσιμίχας, Damien Rice, Weezer, Cake rotation. Where somehow Dragon Force with Through the Fire and the Flames also manage be too.

Yep! I'm a dork!



P.S. Whoever decided that when switching over to a Greek Keyboard that a J=Ξ rather than an X and that a V=Ω is an a-hole!

Diver in Antartica.

This came up on my iGoogle Art Tab as a picture of the day. I think it's awesome.


Scuba Diver, McMurdo Sound, Antarctica, 1986

For more info and the original click here!

Things To Do

1. Clean my apartment.

That place is a mess! Talk about not being able to keep things neat! Honestly, I've been so sleepy lately that I just leave things where ever instead of placing them back where I've found them. It's like entropy, shit's just everywhere in a crazy and ever growing mess. My apartment is like a small scale version of the universe.

2. Put together a more presentable appearance.

Jesus Christ I look like shit when I get ready for work in the morning. I look like shit when I get ready for a weekend out...hell I even look pretty unkempt when I'm getting ready for bed! I just lack the motivation to try to piece anything together simply because I feel like I've become the size of a blue whale, which brings me to number three

3. Start Running.

You'd think walking two miles a day would eventually amount to some type of weight loss right? Well apparently, I must eat like I'm in a competition or something. And when I think about it, I honestly don't. So maybe I'm just not doing enough to get rid of whatever is left? And realistically, I have this sick fascination with getting completely tight. (The only fat I'll allow is boobies and booty.) This have been a goal of mine for a while, but like all my other goals, I'm a slacker and haven't accomplished this.

4. Seriously think about Graduate School.

I saw a special on Neanderthals and Cro-Magnon man coexisting and interacting on the history channel on Monday. That's pretty much what I want to study when I grow up. (Yup, I'm still a kid!) To me, there's something fascinating about there being another hominin species running along side with us and I think it has a significant impact on our evolution and I think we definitely had an impact on theirs. And I know specials are overly dramatized and what not, so I mostly try to pay attention to what the scientists are saying. I definitely have to get cracking on my book, my articles and my graduate school research so I can piece something together. Which leads me to point number 5.

5. Get over my A.D.D.

This morning I read an article about Career A.D.D. I realized that after reading it, I have life A.D.D. And I don't mean that I'm an adult with A.D.D. Rather, the article stated that people with career are never satisfied with what they have. They're always thinking about how the grass is greener elsewhere. I sent the link to Andrew, he's the one who noticed that I have life A.D.D. But my problem is that I don't even take the time to look at the grass I'm in, I just focus on what I think may be better. I could be standing in the best golf course fairway grass, but I'm looking at a field full of crabgrass and weeds thinking it's better over there. I'm not looking down, I'm not focusing on what I have. I need to start doing that because I've got some pretty nice stuff around me.

Facts and Figures:

According to Google Analytics my lil' blog has had 172 visits from over 10 countries. Check me out I'm international!! A visit is define by Google Analytics as:

The number of visits your site receives is the most basic measure of how effectively you promote your site. Starting and stopping ads, changing your keyword buys, viral marketing events, and search rank are some examples of factors that influence the number of visits your site receives.

Sadly although I'm hitting the globes, this really means that I'm completely ineffective when it comes to promoting my site. Apparently a link in my facebook profile and my aim profile are not nearly enough to attract super audiences! Who would've thunk it!

Since March 13, 2008 I've also had 205 pageviews. Which pretty much means my site is not being used at all. That means people look at one page per visit, almost 2, if I'm lucky althought I doubt I am since everyone spends less than a minute on my site. Plus I have an 84.3% bounce rate...so no one's really sticking around. (Then again who really is interested in what I did in on February 13, 2005! I'm not even interested!!)


I don't have many new visitors...those who are new are probably lured my way from a google image search bringing up some type of keyword that matches with a picture I've posted. (Suckers!) But I do have some loyal readers (or as I like to call stalkers, people who are ridiculously bored, or LO :) )

Most people who visit my site use Firefox and have a Windows based machine. It seems like the people who use Safari aren't really running Mac OSX, it's from an iPhone.

I think the keywords that lure people into my page are the best with of course a lil comment by me next to them and where if ever I have reference these words!!! Here's a list of what they are, just to boost my visit number!!

Keywords:

• flight 411


• andy loves me (it's true he does, but who needs to google this?!)


• lisa rizzo shot at love 2


• silly scallions


• lisa rizzo""


• this is just to say"" poem mood (who's doing homework with this!)


• 2 tickets to the gun show jokes (at least I'm not the only cheesy one)


• how do i write my performance review?


• lisa rizzo


• lisa rizzo from shot of love


• lisa rizzo picture codes for myspace


• lisa rizzo shot at love (damn she's popular no?!)


• lisa rizzo stalker on birthday


• looking for my own lisa rizzo


• olympic air way


• olympic flight 411


• olympic flight 411 june 2, 2008 (apparently,any flight to the JFK from Athens via Olympic is 411!)


• photos of lisa rizzo


• rebecca nothing to write home about (ha! ha! ha!


• sad songs means so much lyrics


• sad to say, it's sad but true there is nothing song


• shot at love 2 lisa rizzo


• sibling rivalry (anthropologists)


• this is just to say read write think


• what to write on my performance review (performance reviews were all the rage)


• epic fails


• i wanna rock!"" lolcat

This tempts me to write a blog that's just a myriad of popular keywords, regardless of making sense or not. I'll just type an insane number of memes just to get my visit number up!

On a not serious note, I am long overdue for a blog of some substance (considering I've never actually written a blog of substace to begin with...) Sadly, the procrastinator in me will push this aside and I'll get around to it when I finish studying for my Spanish test, which will ultimately happen when I finish cleaning my apartment and go out shopping with Ruthy. And apparently eat dinner at some point of this night!

At least it sounds like that.

Ruthy: Ozzie just invite you and i to jeremiah's party
Ruthy: hinvited*
Ruthy: invited*
Ruthy: he sent me a text message
me: did he spell my name right?
Ruthy: he spelled your name awesome
Ruthy: E Lain Knee
me: ha!
Ruthy: exactly what he wrote

And suddenly the world got a lil creative.

Me: http://www.news.com.au/story/0,23599,23845865-23109,00.html
Maria: holy shit
Maria: we'll have to start putting funny things on our genitals just to fuck with them

Blog on the go! Last night was great! Ludo rocked! I was too much of a dork to go up to them when they were like 5ft away from me but I di

Blog on the go! Last night was great! Ludo rocked! Probably one of the best shows I've ever been to. I was too much of a dork to go up to

Conflicts of Interest.

What I'd like to be doing:


What I am doing:

The two don't quite work out do they?

Customer Disservice.

I hate being rude to customer service people. I deal with angry people on the phone...trust me, no one's angrier than an undergrad that's not getting what he or she believes they are entitled to. These kids feel like they are high and mighty, so I know what this lady is going through. However, I feel like dealing with incompetance. And that's pretty much what you deal with when you deal with Pearson Education. And I'm pretty sure this Lady isn't doing shit, but keeping me on hold for no fucking reason, but that's ok, cause I have no problem ripping Pearson a new one!!

Honestly, you sell me a $100 plus something dollar book and you fuck up?! And can't even correct it by giving me a new code or rectifying the problem. Go fuck yourself buddy. Honestly, I was going to be polite, but I honesty hate waiting on fucking hold. I just want to do my god-damned fucking homework. That's all I want to do. I've never heard of anyone that just wants to do their Homework in my entire life, until this moment.