25.6.07

Sibling Rivalry

An article in the New York Times claims the eldest sibling has a higher IQ over her younger one. The average difference was 3 points. That might not seem like a lot, but that could be the difference between getting a B+ and a Low A. I'm not really sure if I buy all of that, but I did agree with some parts of the article. As the younger sister to a ridiculously overachieving genius sister, I've always wondered why she was so much smarter than I was. I guess that would explain it.

Does it has something to do with prenatal care or nature? I really don't think so. After I think it has more to do with nurture rather than nature. I know my sister and I were definitely treated differently growing up. My parents were a lot stricter with my sister than they were with me. That may have been because my sister paved the way, or what not. That would be something to really look into as a social anthropologist I suppose. It's something that I've always been curious about.

Some things I agree with in the article:

Some studies find that both the older and younger siblings tend to describe the firstborn as more disciplined, responsible, high-achieving. Studies suggest — and parents know from experience — that to distinguish themselves, younger siblings often develop other skills, like social charm, a good curveball, mastery of the electric bass, acting skills.
That is most definitely true. I feel like I am a bit more social than my sister, I'm more creative, I'm just a little more out there than she is...but have you ever read one of her papers? She's definitely the more studious one and she's more responsible than I am (My sister saves her money, I like to spend all of my pennies!). I also like the way they compare it to a niche and the younger siblings trying to find a different way so there isn't direct competition. I wonder what that means evolutionarily.

I also think though, that siblings are more supportive of each other. I know my sister was always telling me to do whatever I wanted. And I look to her more for support and an OK than I look at my parents, so when the article states this:
[T]hat younger siblings often live more adventurous lives than their older brother or sister. They are more likely to participate in dangerous sports than eldest children, and more likely to travel to exotic places, studies find. They tend to be less conventional than firstborns, and some of the most provocative and influential figures in science spent their childhoods in the shadow of an older brother or sister (or two or three or four).
I see that coming from the fact that we have this extra support. Also a support that's more in tune with you. There's no age gap, and "voice of reason" I suppose. I'll give you an example. My parents wanted me to be a lawyer. And my father hoped I would major in something a little more practical than what I decided to go into. It was my sister however that was with me on majoring in Evolutionary Anthropology. It was also my sister who was the only one that could really see that I liked what I was studying, she was also the only one in my family telling me I was good at it.


I'll probably try to read the actual article from Science and again the NY Times article in more detail and edit this so it's a little better and make some sense! But in reality what do I really know! Maybe I should look over my Social Evolution notes as well!! Along with all the bones I have to study! I'm sure it'll be a splendid night!

20.6.07

I Don't Need No Stinkin' Title!



Phew! Now that that's out of the way, I can continue with this blog entry! Actually, I need to make a generic rant that I can just insert into this thing whenever I wanted to. It would save me time and energy. It would be like Greeking...only from a real Greek and not in Latin!

Any who, it's been my third week at work now. It's not so bad. I make stupid mistakes. I blame that solely on the fact that I am in fact stupid!

I'm a little worried about my trip. I was supposed to get an updated Expedition Guide (or at least that's what I got out of the email they sent) and I haven't. Being the paranoid soul that I am, I emailed and my "Expedition Coordinator" had no idea what I was talking about. EEP! I hope she just didn't understand my "it's too early for this" English, so I emailed her back. I haven't heard from her. These people don't understand who they're dealing with....I will go buck wild to get my money back.

No one reads this so I wonder why I even bother to post. I don't even know what to write anymore. Nothing that interesting happens and I've been so tired lately that I don't even write in my regular journal. My exhaustion mixed along with a complete boredom of my own life and problems makes for equally boring and poorly written blogs. What am I going to write about though? The same waste of thoughts and problems that I've been obsessing about for the last 3 years? That gets a bit old and I don't really have the courage to blog with the same detail and scope as I would in my private journal. I don't want to deal with the dramatics of it nor do I want to put myself out there for the whole world to read. (with the possibility of the whole world being able to read it. That's more accurate!)

I'm just stuck. As stuck in my meaningless blog entries as I am in my life. What am I going to do with myself. I have grandiose ideas as to what I am going to do with myself, but the conviction and drive to actually make those ideas a reality isn't there. You would think knowing what I need to do to improve myself would spark some type of motivation in me, but it hasn't. I'm sitting here knowing what I need to get done and just looking at it as if it will just do it itself. I'll just wake up one morning and everything will be laid out for me. No need to study my osteology, no need to refresh my math for the GREs, no need to write stupid proposals and apply to graduate schools. I'll wake up one morning and everything will be perfect....like Christmas Morning.

I need to get back to work, before I have to start worrying about that too!


Blibbity blah!

Out kiddies!

12.6.07

The Proof is in the Pudding!

I've studied Human Evolution for 4 years. I still read up on it now. I can spit out Darwin's Theory of Evolution through Natural Selection better than most Church goers can recite the 10 Commandments. Yet, through all my years of study and my desire to learn more and my belief in evolution is how we got to where we are, all it takes is one dumbass to make me think....maybe this isn't really how we got there. Shouldn't there be a selection against half of these people walking around? Or is that just me? Oh culture...you double edged sword!

Anyway, I've had a series of bad mornings. Yesterday I fell down a flight of stairs. It gave me a giant bruise on my forearm and the nickname Bumpy (Andrew's very creative apparently). Today, I spilled oil all over the pants I was originally wearing so I had to change 2 minutes before I had to leave for the train! Yes! I got really angry too and started bitching. It happens though.

Other than that little rant, nothing else is really happening. I'm just reading up on some Anthro things. I realized that I just space out when it comes to reading about magnetostratigraphy. I've tried to read this little chapter three times and every time my brain doesn't want to stick with it!

Apparently Ruby thinks that the chick Chloe from Smallville looks like me. She said she was watching it and she was like look that's Leni! Pfft, that's not what my heritage said:


But I'll let you decide:



More importantly she said that it was the cuteness of her face that reminded her of me. That just means that I got called cute....by someone else who is beyond ridiculously cute!! Ha! Suckers! I'm cute and the proof is in the pudding!

8.6.07

Retarded

I noticed LO left me a comment about doing photoshop to yogurt. For days I was trying to figure out what the hell is was talking about. Today I finally found the post. Perhaps this weekend I'll get on it!

I'm an idiot!

6.6.07

Upstream Red Team

My first couple of days at Rutgers. Tis not bad...not bad at all. But it's summer and it's quiet. I'm sure in the fall it'll be nuts. It's a nice department the Life Sciences department. Seeing the classes these kids are taking/ have taken and being on campus makes me want to go to school again! I want to study and all of that balogna. I really do. I want to buy text books and sit in lectures of all sorts, boring ones, fun ones, in the middle ones. I miss those days. I can't believe I skipped class because now I look at it and I know I was a complete asshole! I should've gone to every class, I should've taken advantage of every free event, free anything Rutgers offered. (Except for the free Juice and Cookies offered after donating blood...which I can't do anyway!)

Being here makes me wonder why I ever left and went to work in Corporate America. It's a scary place and heartbreaking. Especially to an idealist like me. Absolutely heart breaking!

Maria got a phone call from the 'rents. Big problems in little Kalamos, but my parents are also known to be exaggerators! So it could be little problems that they've elevated into these huge problems. They like making mountains out of molehills, actually it's a Glykis trait.

Ruthy emails me frequently and keeps her blog up to date. I don't really think she's having a great time there, but she could just make it seem like it sucks because she doesn't want us to think that she's having a blast without us. I hope it gets better for her. Maybe once the field school actually starts she'll like it more.

Portugese festival is this weekend in Newark. Supposedly the last one ever. I'm not sure if I am going to go. Who would I hang out with if I did go? Dave's only going for a bit on Saturday, Danny's not going at all. I haven't spoken to Beto or Shitty in forever. Carlos is going, but I don't really hang out with him. So.....I guess I'm just going for a bit for Saturday.

Yeah, I could write more but I'm at work, and I really don't think I should be taking up my time blogging. So I'll get back to work!

4.6.07

Monday Blues

It's a cold and rainy summer day. Already June. Can you believe that? Already June! A year ago I had just moved back home and started looking for a job. A month ago I had nothing to do. Actually I think my time off mimics when I came home from school. That's pretty cool.


So I started my new job. It's pretty exciting. I checked my email, myspace, and used meebo all in one day. I have to say that's better than Citi off the bat! I couldn't check my gmail there and after a while I couldn't evne check my Google Calendar. What kind of Riduculousness is that?

30.5.07

We only part to meet again.

And so today begins Ruthy's two month trek through out Peru. She cried when she said goodbye to me. What a silly girl. It's not as if she's moving to Peru and I won't ever see her again. She'll be back before she knows it and the only thing that will have changed is that she'll be skinnier and tanner. As for the rest of us, we'll still be the same. Boring and miserable. Ha!

Next week I start my new job at Rutgers. I'm anxious. I don't like the beginning of anything. I'll be new, I don't really know anyone there, the commute is going to suck until I get a car, but I'm sure it'll be alright. The work will be far better than it was at Citi, but I'm not sure if the people will be the same. I didn't think I'd feel sad when I left on Friday. I thought I'd be excited but I left a little heart broken. Especially when it came time to say goodbye to Beatriz and Eleni and Anna.

I've said a lot of goodbyes in the last month and that kind of stinks. I hate saying goodbye.

23.1.07

We turn into ghosts loitering outside doorways we imagined entering.

Ha! LO read this! Poor poor soul. Why would you put yourself through this? This isn't even entertaining, we're not even going to go into the scematics of it either! This is plain bad. (That makes me want to photoshop a package of plain yogurt and put bad somewhere on there, but make it snazzy.)

I wrote this last night.

1.22.07 -> It's almost over and still some of my final thoughts turn to "my last hurrah"

A girl in high school once came up to me and my group of friends while we were in Chorale. She may have had a mutual friend with me. She said somethign, I believe I remained quiet; which she may have misconstrued as me ignoring her. I wasn't. I was just shy. She called me straight or said something to that effect. I wonder how different high school would have been if I had corrected her. Maybe I would've had more dates! Who knows. At least people would know that part of the rumors and their suspicions were correct!

On myspace, that vast coldrun of deep meaning, where people truly reveal their souls and announce to the world who their friends are, my about me contains a line from the Marge Piercy poem Never-Never. (It is also the title to this entry) I am a ghost, stuck haunting the doors of what could have been. Lurking around this missed opportunities hoping that there is someway I could have the chance come back. I wait around these doorways wondering if the grass that I can only imagine is infact greener. Wondering why I never took the chance to find out then, instead of wasting my time considering the possibilties now. I suppose part of it has to do with my own insecurities, each insuring me that the other side containts a field as muddy--if not muddier than the one I am already in.

If I were a character in any novel, I would probably be Alice (if that's her name I don't remember) from The World According to Garp. I can never finish anything I start. Like her I can't get out what I want to say (she had a speech problem) and I am just a side character, not entirely important to the plot.

I want to stop haunting her door. I want to walk away from it knowing nothing will happen and accepting that. But I can't. I want to stand by her door, I hope that I will be able to open it and enter. There's no point though, no one is on the other side to let me in, and like a fool, I'll wait in the cold and the rain just in case. Maybe keeping hope in the box wasn't that great of an idea was it?

-nak.


30.11.06

Throwback.

Recently Andrew introduced me to this new comic. It's pretty cute and very nerdily hilarious. But today when I was looking at the T Shirts, this one made me think of David Benitez.













I don't know why. But it seems right. Anyway, the comic is : http://xkcd.com/ and it's really cute and funny...witty even.


Back to work!

4.10.06


So, what have I learned this week?
1. Never show your mother pictures of some one else's baby. That is Sienna, Andrew's 2 month old niece. I show my mom because I know she loves babies and because how cute is that. She's so cute it's sickening. So instead of her going on and on about how adorable this little girl is I get a whole "When are you going to have a baby?" And I don't mean I was just asked once...I mean it was a tirade. LIKE WHAT?!?! I told her to have a baby herself.

2. Accomplishments, much liek beauty, are in the eye of the beholder. I graduated college, with a science degree, a rather hard science degree. It wasn't Chem, but I was spending hours in a lab studying bones and cutting up monkeys, I did spend hours researching caves that lacked articles on them and I did spend hours reading and studying some of the most interesting and some of the most asinine articles and ideas ever. I memorized Family names and scientific names to various primates, I learned all the bones in the body. I worked two part time jobs most of the college career to do that. I paid for most of my education. That's an accomplishment! But my parents consider my degree to be the most worthless piece of paper ever produced. Going into the trash


18.9.06

oHIo and back again.

Twenty one years ago on the 12th of September the world was blessed (or cursed depends on who you are I guess) with the birth of one Richard Henninger. His family was happy, he was happy and his new friends at college were sure to make sure he properly celebrated this milestone birthday. All it meant to me was that this kid was finally of age....it took him, well 21 long years! The last four, seemed never ending to me! So in order to join in this revelry, Andrew and I drove to visit Richard at his school in Ohio. It was a grueling 9 hour drive in the rain and through the most disgusting of all states, Pennsylvania! (kidding!) Who would have thought that Pennsylvania would be sooo wide! I think I've filled my year's quota for driving on Interstate 80. I can drive 400 miles in europe and be in another country....in the US, I'm still in Pennsylvania!!

Anyway, the ride wasn't as boring as I thought. I made two bracelets, I took some decent pictures, I took even more horrid ones. I got excited when we got to Ohio. I think I might be the only person excited about going to Ohio, who isn't from Ohio. My excitement came in the form of shouting "in Ohio!" after every action I was doing. It was the first time I've ever been that west in the United States.

We get to Ashland...it's the tiniest little city. Not tiny like Surry,VA tiny, but tiny compared to anything I've seen. Let's just say that Buttzville is larger. In fact most of the towns that had IPM farms that I've worked on, are larger. I think the only reason Ashland wasn't Surry-ish was because it has a University and that attracts sometype of people. I mean...Surry, Va didn't even have a Wal-mart....Ashland had a Wal-mart Supercenter, a CVS two Wendy's and the number 12 best ranked Taco Bell in the US. Still, there were people there on horse and buggy, but they were Amish/Menonite. I'm not entirely sure if they were Amish...because I don't think Amish people go to Wal-mart. But maybe the rules changed....I'm not exactly that involved in the Amish community. And yes, knowing that there were Amish at the Wal-mart means that I went to Wal-mart. But jeez, this Wal-mart was like the mall. It was clean, it had decent things in it and it sold EVERYTHING. I also don't think they were Amish because there was a sign in the CVS saying Horse and Buggy parking only. (there's something you'll never seen in the city...and this place says it has it all!) I even saw them on their horse and buggy and I got an evil/strange look from an Amish-ish lady at the Wal-mart. I'm not sure if that's just how they all look, or if she smelled the Jersey on me.

The University is very pretty. Well lit, all new buildings, rather nice. The lowerclassmen dorms are like the ones in Pell and Hardenburg. Well...somewhere in the middle, but nothign to really right home about, more like somethign to take you back to times that were better. They are more like suites though. You get a common room in the middle, which is pretty cool because the rooms are actually small. Richard's roommates are all pretty cool. None of them are from Ohio. They're all pretty much regular college guys. The girls we met were pretty cool too. They showed us a good time.

The senior apartments at this place put Easton Ave to shame. In fact, they put my sister's apartment to shame. They came furnished with leather couches, and the bedrooms were slightly smaller if not the same size as my sister's master bedroom. It was the only thing I feel like I missed out on, because I don't really like the small school environment. I like going somewhere where no one knows my name. But the school is excellent for Richard, I think and he's having a good time.

Apart from being in a small town and being a tiny school, it still feels like Rutgers. Why? Because ultimately college is the same anywhere you go. Regardless of the fact that this place has ridiculous rules ( like no members of the opposite sex in your room past 2am) it's still like rutgers. The kids drink, they go out and have fun, they complain about homework, these kids complain about swim practice too, but I am sure most athletes complain about practice.

I am going to edit this.

Later.

15.3.06

Getting up and soon over the hill.

Thanks to all the nice people that sent their birthday wishes my way yesterday.

Beto, your word choice was top-notch. It should be an outrage that you're not considered the next Walt Whitman or Robert Frost. Such poetic talent right there.

NatHalie that picture is MS paint skills at its best. People underestimate the power of MS Paint. But not you! I honestly loved the picture! I think it's the coolest thing ever! I can't wait to see you in a dress!!!

Carlos, you didn't put an accent on that word. I'd like to think you're calling me soft and not a jerk off! : P

Ruthy, thanks for leaving large objects in front of the door. I woke up and was like WTF is this for. Then I remembered it was my birthday! Ha! I loved it all. And quite honestly you should've known I would have been satisfied with just the monkey hanger! Stop being too good to me!

Erica, I wish you were here too. Why the hell are you all the way up in north bumble?! Honestly, Maine sucks and do you want to know why....because I'm not there! Ha! I got your card...and I can't wait till you come home so we can diner it up!

Jen, you've known me for three years and you got me down almost as well as the two dorks up there. I think OSLIP is the best thing that happened to me at Rutgers...because that's where we met!

Alex thanks even though I was a dork and didn't say happy birthday to you! I did remember though, I just thought you could read my mind. Apparently, I'm not Psylocke!

Melissa, when Andrew leaves me I'm giving you a call. Know what I'm saying! Ha! Thanks for coming out on Saturday too, even though I was a bit anti social.

Ruby & Kevin - The poster was so cool. I don't think I should really be giving Ruby any credit though. I know it was all Kevin's idea. Ha Ha!

Maria, don't you think my birthday is the coolest day ever. I mean it brought you me! At least that's what I think about your birthday. Thanks for more than just the birthday wishes!

Jay, I know you really picked out the most awesome shoes ever!!!

Andy, you don't even have to wish me a happy birthday because with you I feel like it's always my birthday, I mean you're like one big continuous gift.

Holly, yeah whatever you came down from Rochester and we hung out. Blah blah blah. I really don't care! Ha ha ha! Just kidding!

Raquel, thanks but I'm still going to always think you're older than me. It's the height you know!

Danny, thanks for being the first to wish me a happy birthday. It made me really happy to hear it at 12:05 when I'm sure you wanted to knock the f out.

Dave, you know my birthday isn't even as cool as peanut butter jelly time. Thanks for the remix.

Buff, I can't believe such a sexy guy even talks to me, let alone calls me his friend.

And of course, thanks to my parents. Jen says I should give my mom presents on my birthday, because she did all the work. Thanks for dealing with the Mexican food though I'm sure you hated it. Thanks for giving me a good 22 years of craziness, happiness and love. To my yiayia and pappou who I don't visit enough though they fly miles here just to see me and hear my voice more often, thanks for being more than generous. Trust me, kisses and hugs are more than enough. (They can't even understand that!) Even my aunt got my cell phone and called me all the ways from Greece. I felt so special! I like feelings special!

Thank you!



27.1.06

The Beginning of the End.

School has started once again, for me it's the last time it'll start for quite some time!
How sad and exciting does that sound?

I've had a long term relationship with school. We've been together for the majority of my life. School's been good to me. It's offered valuble knowledge, a gaggle of friends, and some awesome experiences, but now, I've gotten all I can from school. I can't keep up with her demanding costs and demands. As much as I would like to right now school and I have to part. I have to go my own seperate ways and wait till I can return to school and give her what she needs. Give her the time, the money, and all the attention she craves. I've heard the more time you spend with school she just keeps asking for more.

The parting will definately be a bittersweet sorrow. First off, going to school is the only life I've known for the past 18 years. I'd have to adjust to this new boring life called, "the real world" where everything is soo....dismal! But at the same time, the end of this year is sort of open ended. Granted I'm looking for a job and doing the normal college graduate thing, but it definately doesn't mean that I have to do that. I am pretty much free to do whatever I want, even though I have a substantial financial burden. After this semester I don't really have any obligations. And that's the exciting part.

So for my last semester you would think that I would have taken some rather easy classes. Intro perhaps to everything. I didn't though, and actually I'm still a bit upset with my schedule. I could have handled 18 credits damn it, but I decided to only take 15. Better to err on the side of caution I suppose. I took one class that I think will be easy, and then decided to take three hard classes ones a grad class. Why? Because I am a self sadomasochistic, I enjoy both giving myself pain and the pain itself! Yeah! It should make for an interesting semester though....a very interesting semester.

And there you have it.

5.1.06

Cause all I want to do is hug and nuzzle and cuddle with you

sometimes it amazes me how complete i feel when i'm with him.

times pass when all i want to do is crawl inside of him and stay there, so we're never far apart.

he makes me feel whole and most importantly completely happy.
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30.11.05

What happens when beer is only a dollar and even then you're not paying.

you get ridiculously drunk, because you haven't drank in a long time! Jesus Christ...what am I an amateur.

I apologize to the following people:

Ruthy, Carlos, Andrew, Katie, the guy she was with (i don't remember your name guy), Sam.

And I guess a thank you to Carlos for buying the liquor.

Oh, I also ran into Katie and Sam...that's pretty cool. I ran into some other people too, but I rather no have! Ha!

14.11.05

News

  • We're all wrong about the war on Iraq. There was no wrong information, and if there was it was Clinton's fault. We need to get over this because it's unfair to the men in women in uniform that are risking their lives for this country. Or so says Bush's advisor.
School
  • I have two term papers due when I come back from Thanksgiving break. How much research have I done? None. So when we take a look at the equation we have
    • Eleni + 2 papers + Lazyness^2 - Motivation = FUCKED Did you really expect other wise? Honestly.
  • I'm going to a morgue tomorrow to watch my teacher rip apart a human body, for my learninfg and I guess viewing pleasure. I'm both excited and mortified, exortified I guess. We have to sign a release that says we won't vomit, I can't really guarentee that won't happen, but I didn't vomit when Ruthy and I hacked apart a dead deer and that wasn't even "prepared" I think I'll be alright
Apartment
  • The cats are being cats as usual. Charlie consistently licks me, Zoe runs away in fear, and it smells like poop. But what can you do? Actually it's good training for the future, I am no longer a sucker to cuteness. I know the evil that lies behind it.
  • Ruthy and I are up to our usual behavior. (Well not THIS usual behavior) Which means we're lazy, we probably aggrivate each other and then we have the best time of our lives. We're a married fuckin' couple, did you expect any different? Honestly! Actually we've been together longer than MOST married people! And we're not even staying together for the kids! Score for us! Ha! Just kidding! I think it's just our dynamic.
Nak issues.
  • Call it lack of estrogen, too much estrogen, some type of hormonal inbalance. But I've been really depressed, down on myself and generally have a totally apathy towards everything. If you've felt the reprocussions of these emotions, I'm sorry, you're just going to have to deal with it.And if not, oh well, you know where the door is!
Weekend Review
  • Friday night: Went out to dinner with Beto, Ruthy and Andrew. We went to Fridays. I got a steak! Woot! It was a good steak! Then we went to Liberty Tavern in Fords. We had a couple beers. Watched two older persons make complete fools of themselves and then Beto called it a night. He had work the next day. It was understandable. The three of us went back to the apartment. Ebony called me at some point and invited me to a party. Her offer was tempting, but I wasn't in a partying mood. I feel bad for not going. Shitty/Miguel (I don't know what the fuck I'm supposed to call him anymore) came over at 11ish? I think. We watched the Stewie Griffin movie. It was funny. Ruthy, Andrew and I took turns passing out throughout the night while Shitty was awake through everything. I wonder if we all passed out at the same time....he could have had his way with us! After that we watched part of Saving Private Ryan. At some point Shitty's girlfriend called and he left to go pick her up. Andrew and I went to sleep.
  • Saturday: Ruthy went to the library at some point. I went to eat breakfast. I went to the library too. We came back together with all these books like we were going to do research. We spent the night doing nothing. Eventually we went to On The Border and ate dinner.
  • Sunday: Ruth went home. I went to Andrew's to get my DVD burner and Andrew put together most of his new box. We came back. Met up with Danny and the Vons. Played some bored games. Ruthy came back with gross amounts of groceries. We played more bored games, gave up eventually. Drank a lil and watched Grey's Anatomy. Vons and Danny left. The rest of us went to sleep at some point.

7.11.05

Little Kids are Funny

Look at the drama that engulfs their lives!

Just read a blog and you'll instantly know who is talking smack about who, why and what the smacktalkee has to say about it! It's wonderous!

"Asian bird flu, crocked politics, natural disasters that kill millions. None of that's important to me...I just got smack talked by some bitch!"

Thank you internet for turning this once one-sided or reverberated form of entertainment into the beautiful butterfly of immaturity that is sweetly known as blogging. Who needs tabloids when you can read about regular people's dramatics!

And thank you once more for making people even more conceited and self centered and self absorbed than ever before. After all, this MYspace!

And JLP you fuck everything up for giving a damn in your entries! Stop trying to destroy the internet!

Working on: my homework! (Ha!).

30.10.05

Happy Halloweens Indeeds!

Ahh! Halloween, a magical time full of dress up and candy! And not to be left out the festivities, my roommate and I decided to go gallabanting in our costumes Here we are, in the living room.


We were having fun in our costumes. Some people took theirs too seriously, like Megan here who took Ruth hostage.

Ruby ended up getting stuck in the hallway.

Kim lived out her dream of being prom queen.

Ruthy went back to her country roots.

And Andrew and I were still in love...in freaky costume love.

Eventually we grew tired of our small surroundings and decided that it was time to venture out into the public.
Here we are at the partay, where we had a change in costume.

At the club I got held hostage by an Arab.

And Ruthy had this weird gut checking out her stirrups.

And then Halloween was over, just like that! The fun though, did not stop there. Oh no my friends, it did not stop there!
After Halloween, Ruthy and I continued on our path of being good students, as you can see by our study table.

Then something took over us! I was possed by the spirit of Queen Naki, ruler of the Nutella People from the 9th planet in shalimar, and Ruthy was taken over by Lady Roofies of the Swiffer, so I naturally had to knight her.
Then we were taken back to our Ambush roots, and donned complete ghetto attire. This ghettoness continued and continued till what seemd like it would go on for hours.
We sat around dressed like thugs till we figured out what to do.

And then it donned on us...it was time to spark it up!

It didn't take long for the drugs to start having an effect.

Being under the influence caused us to express ourselves even more, and eventually we thought it would be fitting to don on our soon to be work uniforms. Ruthy modeled her look first.
And then I soon joined her

Eventually took the bum look too far, we even decided to showcase our future habits. Ruth went off to her future abode.
She even took it a step further by showing us her bed.
Her morning habits.
Even her bathroom behaviors!
And me, well I joined in the festivities as well. By formaly introducing myself.
Showing off my money making plans
My sleep habits.
And even my clean underwear.

We ended the night with some angry glares! Even bums don't like the presses!

So what have we learned tonight ladies and gentlemen, well we have learned that a. Ruthy and I make cute thugs

And that we make even cuter bums!

13.10.05

poop

6.9.05

How can something so cute....be so evil?