I don’t know why I continue to watch this show. Tyra makes dumb as decisions and always picks the wrong girl. The only thing Tyra is good at is giving me reasons to post entries like this one. Anyway, Cycle 10 contestants have been released.

solo photos and information on these wannabes

What do you think? Any of these fierce bitches top model material?

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I’m on my dinner break. We are discussing germs, bacteria, viruses  and proper disinfecting procedures. Just the kind of stuff you want to learn about before eating! I could share some really interesting (i.e. gross) stuff with you guys, but I will refrain from doing so.

Last post for the day today. Check back tomorrow for my exciting news!

I feel like my blog has become one of those boring “tell you what I did all day” and that’s it kind of blogs. It may just be my schedule right now, but I feel I am in a blog slump. This is no good.

After my ridiculously long day yesterday, I got out of class a bit early. Thank God, because the pointless questions and commentary from fellow students made me want to bang my head into the table repeatedly. I got out at 8:30, which is so much better than 9:50. The boy and I decided to hell with a late dinner and watch Project Runway instead. I got to sleep late today! 10:30 is so much better than 6:00 AM! Unfortunately, I have another grueling 6 1/2 hour class today at 3:30. How in the world am I going to do this for two months?

Las Vegas pictures and a music post to come soon. Forcing my music taste on my readers has always been fun in the past. Hopefully it will get me out of this boring blog mode!

I’m starting to believe MK has no other clothes.

After last weeks very disappointing episode, I was hoping this one would make up for it. In theory, this was a cool challenge.  Winner wise, LAME. The challenge was to come up with an avant garde design, inspired by some crazy hairstyles. Designers were broken up into pairs randomly. Sweet P and Rami were one team, Chris and Christian another, Jillian and Victorya and finally, Ricky and Kit. Rami comes up with, what else? A drapey mcdrape drape dress and is really annoying and kind of just rude to Sweet P the whole episode. Chris and Christian make a dramatic, gown in all ruffles. Christian is like OMG SO HAUTE COUTURE IM SO FIERCE. Kit and Ricky come up with this wierd garden design with aprons, florals and hoop skirts. Victorya and Jillian’s girl has this ponyhawk type deal and they decide it’s 80s and punk. Tim then comes in and is like HAHA, you have to make another look. Victorya wants to vomit and Rami gets more ridiculous.Runway? Let’s get to it!

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I thought I lost my wallet.

I got a few lovely emails from bloggy friends.  You guys are amazing.

I did 5 million math problems.

I still don’t really get the difference between rational and irrational numbers. I kind of don’t care anymore.

I got an awesome news by email! I don’t think I’m allowed to tell yet, but I will soon enough.

I sat through the most boring Psych class ever.

I found my wallet.

I will be in class for 6 1/2 hours later.

I will miss Project Runway and not be able to catch a rerun until this weekend.

I will get to meet my boyfriend for a late bite to eat once I get out of class.

Your turn. “Today I…”

You don’t lie to the ones you love. Lying only results in hurt.

Staying together “for the kids” should be a mutual decision. Don’t you think? It doesn’t count when you secretly decide to do it and don’t let the other person in on it.

My dad is hurt more than words can say. My family is divided.

I hope you’re happy now.

So school was definitely school. You know, all kinds of schooly and stuff. My math class shouldn’t be too bad. I have a great professor who seems like he will make the class as fun and interesting as math can be. Trust me, I need it. 5th graders have better math skills than I do. Psych will be psych. My teacher likes to talk and rambles on and on and waits until the very last second to let us go. It was really boring, but I’m sure I will do good. I then realized that my cute Harajuku Lovers tote would be no good for the 500 pounds of books I have to carry and was forced to make a run to Target for an ugly, huge backpack. I could take it camping if I wanted to, because that is exactly how much crap I need this semester. It was out with the cute and in with the navy blue backback. Ew.

After my 3 1/2 hour break, I went to my CNA class. The teacher seems alright, as do the other girls and ONE boy. One woman, who is in her 40s talks with a baby voice ALL THE TIME and I kind of want to throw things at her to make her shut her mouth. That class is going to be an insane amount of work. I got a stack of papers that I could bind and make a book out of. It was that big. I need to go get TB shots and a physical and all kinds of nonsense by the first week in February when I start clinicals. It would be great if I knew that more than two weeks in advance, because I kind of don’t have health insurance. I need to buy scrubs and ugly white nursing shoes and a watch with a second hand. I have a ton of stuff to do.

Then on top of it all, I get into a huge argument with my mother and I tell her exactly how selfish she is being. Of course, she tries to turn it all around and say that it’s my fault we haven’t talked in over 2 weeks and that she has been trying to talk to me all along about it. I don’t think so. Don’t try to turn this all around and make it seem like this is all my fault. Don’t lie to me and try to act like you’re the victim. YOU did this. Not me.

Right now I’m at work until 7:00PM, babies are napping. I’m about to pull out some math homework go through google reader because I’m so behind and hope today will be a better day. The last of the Vegas pictures will probably be up later tonight.

I need a nap.

It’s about 5:30, I have 15 minutes left in my “dinner break” for my excruciatingly long CNA class. Ohh, I did get a cute teal stethoscope and  blood pressure thingy. It’s teal! Everyone else has ugly black or boring grey. Not me. TEAL!

I have 4 hours left of class.

Ugh.

At least I have my teal stethoscope.

I briefly mentioned the creepy cab driver in my previous chapter of my trip to Las Vegas. I think it’s time for the whole story.

The night we arrived, the boyfriend, his cousin and I decided we were going to hit up LAX in the Luxor, you know the big pyramid with the Sphinx in front? Well, we get all dolled up and are ready to go. I’m in my adorable black pointy toe heels and jeans that make me look leggy.  The boyfriend is looking incredibly good in some dark denim, white button down, grey pullover sweater and this amazing leather jacket. Seriously, I love it. His cousin, dressed similarly to me in cute top, jeans and heels. We catch a cab to the Luxor and walk in. There is this really swanky lounge area right outside the entrance to the club and we note we have to get a drink there later. Not many people are near the entrance, so that’s good, doesn’t seem to crowded. I wasn’t sure exactly where to go in because there was a few lines and like 5 big, mean looking bouncer dudes, so I just walked up to the nearest one. He tells me to hold on one second, but first that, “the gentlemen in my party would have to change his shoes or get a sport coat”.

Hold up.

Seriously? My boyfriend is better dressed that more than half of these douches waiting to get in, with their ugly button down graphic shirts and hideous white sneakers, but since they have a blazer on, they can walk right up. We get told he can’t go in because he has a brand new pair of white low top Converse on and is otherwise, impeccably dressed in a non-douchey way? How does that make sense? Turns out the boyfriend didn’t bring any dress shoes and it was already 11:30PM, so no stores carrying shoes would be open. We decide to catch a cab back to our hotel to gamble some and decide where we are going to go from there.

Walking out of the Luxor we grumble all the way into the cab about how ridiculous this is and the cab driver asks what we are talking about so we tell him. Cab driver seemingly sympathizes and says he can take us to the Walmart “just past the airport” to pick up a pair of black shoes. We say sure, because they airport was like 5-10 minutes away so it should be a quick run and then we can go back to LAX or where ever else. He was a young guy, late 20s, for some reason he had some RayBan like sunglasses on, BUT THERE WERE NO LENSES IN THEM?! First wierdo thing about him. Second, he starts telling us his life story, about his kids, blah blah. Okay, he’s just a chatty cab driver, fine, everyone’s had a cab driver who likes to talk. Right? Then he goes on about how he’s been divorced twice and this and that and we notice, we have been driving for awhile and start getting in to a residential area? I’m pretty sure on the way to the hotel from the airport, it definitely did not take this long.  Hmm. He’s still rambling along and then asks what the boyfriend is going to do with the shoes he is wearing after he buy some new ones. Good question. We hadn’t thought of that and we definitely don’t want to go back to the hotel and then catch another cab back to a club. We would spend most of our night in cabs!

Creepo cab driver has the answer and tells us this story:

One day he was doing something he really shouldn’t have been doing and had to meet with someone. He had a knife on him and didn’t want the people he was meeting with to find the knife on him. He decided the best idea was to ditch the knife in a McDonald’s bathroom under a sink. Goes to his meeting then picks up the knife after. Tells boyfriend he can just hide his shoes in a bathroom like he did.

The boyfriend and I look at each other, officially weirded out and wondering why this goddamn cab ride is taking so long. Creepo decides he is going to “help us out” by parking once we get to Walmart, stopping the meter and going in with us to pick out some shoes because he has to “help his man get some shoes”. I grabbed the boyfriend’s hand and relayed the fact that OMG I’M TOTALLY CREEPED OUT RIGHT NOW just by looking at him and I can see that he is too. He picks up his phone and pretends to call someone, “hangs up the phone” and tells creepo cab driver that someone is just gonna pick us up there and we are going to go grab some food with them, so there is no need for us to accept his generous offer. We say thanks and practically jump out the cab while it’s slowing down in front of Walmart.

Where does this leave us? Stuck at a Walmart “just outside the airport”, the $15 cab ride tells you exactly how close we were. So it’s almost midnight, we are at some random Walmart, can you guess what kind of shady characters hang out at Walmart at midnight? Seriously. We are completely overdressed in the shoe aisle, trying to decide on which pair of ugly black shoes to buy. We decide on the less of all evils, with the promise to hit up the mall the next day and find some decent shoes. Walking up to the register, we discuss how we are going to get back to the strip since no cabs drive by around here. Will pays for the shoes and we ask customer service to call us a cab, which they do, but it will be at least 20 minutes to an hour until someone can pick us up. Now we are stuck at a shady Walmart with ugly shoes, praying a cab will hurry up and come get us. Boyfriend’s cousin decides she has seen enough for one night and doesn’t even want to go back out after this, so the shoes get returned.

We made a pointless trip to Walmart to buy and return ugly shoes, wasted $30 on cab rides back and forth, almost were the victims of a serial killer cab driver and didn’t even end up going to any clubs.

How’s that for your first night in Sin City?

I kinda updated my blogroll. It’s hard to keep up with what I have on Google Reader and here. If I regularly comment on your blog and don’t have you on my blogroll, comment and let me know. I will remedy that ASAP. Or if you decide you hate me and wish I didn’t have you on my blogroll, also comment! haha

How about this?

Any and all complaints, suggestions and all compliments that shower me with love, comment here!

Well, for two months at least. Tomorrow I start school and the schedule of hell. I’m really not looking forward to the super long days, but I will suck it up and do it. Most likely whine about it too, but I’m sure that goes without saying.

Here’s my weekly schedule:

Monday
8:10-9:50 Math
11:00-12:15 Psychology
3:30-9:50 Nurse Assistant training class

Tuesday
8:00-7:00 work

Wednesday
8:10-9:50 Math
11:00-12:15 Psychology
3:30-9:50 Nurse Assistant Training

Thursday
3:30-9:50 Nurse Assistant Training

Friday
8:00-7:00 work (I won’t always work until 7 Fridays)

One good thing is my Nursing class is only an 8 week course, so after those two months my schedule gets a little lighter!

So tomorrow I will pack up my cute tote bag with all my notebooks and binders and go to school. I will most likely bring my laptop because, good lord, did you see that break I have between Psych and Nursing? You all better think of me around 7:00 and realize I’ve been in class for 3 1/2 hours and still have almost 3 to go and hope I’m not falling asleep or something equally embarrassing on my first day.