Saturday, July 31, 2004
Wow! Three posts in one day! It's been forever since I've done this.

Updates from the last time I wrote:
I've been writing my paper. My poetry paper is up to over 200 words. I also started my research paper. That's going okay, but I smell a lot of proof reading. I also need to look for different sources so that they fit my paper. All in all, I've had a productive evening. I need to start my health paper. Write this date down July 31-August 1, the weekend of papers. I don't think I've been this productive ever. I need to finish at least the poetry paper tonight. I have a Route 44 Dr. Pepper, so I'm ready to roll.

I made two mistakes tonight. Mistake one was ordering the pizza. Mistake two was actually, under my own judgment, decided to watch Gigli. Yes me, Maribeth Marsh Davidson or sound mind and body, consciously chose to watch the worst movie ever. Mistake number 1 disrupted my stomach in ways that I don't even want to remember. Gigli sucked so much butt I couldn't believe. I can honestly say that at every point in the movie I was wishing the God would take away my sight and hearing. He didn't not pull through, which I am glad for, because I need them for other things. I don't think I have ever heard such dumb dialogue in my life. They dropped so many f-bombs that it was pointless. If this movie had dropped them, then maybe it would have gotten less than an R rating and then dumb children could have bought tickets to see it. Ben Affleck is the worst gangster in the history of many universes. While I was watching, I kept wondering what it was like on set when they were filming. Hopefully, in ten year they will come out with a dvd that will be as good as I've heard the Showgirls dvd is. A highlight in the evening was when I expelled my first mistake from my body. Although Gigli was deep into a major plot point or something, I sat and watched my own crap because there was a lot better acting going on in the toilet then on the screen. Thus, mistake number one became a number two that was far better than mistake two. Worst part of Gigli was that there was a retarded character in the movie. I think all retarded people should be allowed to stone J.Lo and Ben Affleck, or they should be allowed to write a script. I know their script will be a lot better. I can only hope that Gigli was one kid's make-a-wish. I'm glad that kid left this Earth happy knowing that he pulled the biggest prank ever by having two big named celebrity making such a crappy movie.

Well, I think this post is longer than all the papers I've written today. Perhaps I can turn this in instead. Oh well, back to my busy night.


| Maribeth| | 9:27 PM|

Time to write a paper. . . . Blah.

Anyways, after watching Party of Five for inspiration (and not finding any), I decided to start my next piece of literary masterpiece. I decided (in other words, my teacher told me) to analyze a poem. After browsing through the whole dang literature book, I finally settled on one that I could probably write at least 800 words on. The poem is "The market economy" by Marge Paige. I'll have to type the poem up later because I can't find it online. I think I've written most of my introduction. It's only 70-something words. I'm almost there. I think it's time for pizza and cinna sticks. Yum.


| Maribeth| | 4:26 PM|

Today I had my interview, and it was the most in depth interview for a fast food restaurant. Here is a list of some of the questions they asked me:

1. Do you believe with the statement "the customer is always right"?
2. How many times a month do you think it is acceptable to be late?
3. Describe your ideal working environment?
4. If you decided to quit your job, how would you go about doing that?
5. What are your goals?
6. Do you see yourself in a leadership position?
7. What are your hobbies?
8. Do you believe with following procedure?
9. What's the best part about working?
10. How do you feel about uniform requirements?

It took about twenty minutes. She said that the owner guy was going to look at the interviews from today and call those who he liked back. She told me crap about the dress code and what not. Apparently I now know more than Ian. Apparently I can't wear any bling bling. No watch or facial piercings. If I get the job, I'll have to wear brown or black shoes with a matching belt. Oh well, I hope I get the job. I need money to support my drug habit.

Last night I was getting kind of bored, so I decided to look in my roommates' rooms. In the newest roommie's room I found: Zoloft, multiple pictures of a baby, John Wayne tapes, and mirrors on the wall. In the other roommie's room I found: cheap birth control, Shrinky Dinks that Ian and I made, weight loss pills, and the same printer that I have. I didn't look in the third roomie's room because the door was left wide open, and an open unlocked door doesn't have a lot of appeal to me.

Time to write my paper. Toodles

| Maribeth| | 10:20 AM|

Friday, July 30, 2004
Reno 911! is the bestest TV show ever. I heart the dvd more than the University Commons apartment. Speaking of which, I shall be moving out in a week or so. I've been packing up like a mad man. Here's some apartment gossip, Amanda isn't going to stay in this apartment because she doesn't want to live with Brit and Jess. She hates the way they change all the crap in the middle room without asking her. If anyone asks, it is because of Lee. Keep it on the DL.

Mommy and Sissy are coming back from DWorld today. Lu is returning a changed woman. She rode Big Thunder and Splash Mountain. Crazyness. She did forget my cotton candy, so that's all that I will write about her for now.

Back to Reno 911!

Woot. Woot.


| Maribeth| | 11:56 AM|

Thursday, July 29, 2004
Curse you Gold Miner for being so darn addictive.  I downloaded the full version, and it kicks so much butt.  It's unbelievable.  I'm not going to fork over twenty dollars for it though.  I have thought of a way around it.  The library has over 100 computers.  I will just play my fingers off at the library.

I have an interview on Saturday at ten.  Hopefully I will get the job, no thanks to doubting Ian.

English sucks.  I got my fiction paper back, and I made a 63.  Apparently I can't read directions correctly.  On my paper she wrote that I should have brought in more than the intro when the rough draft was due (which was the minimum).  She wrote that she could have helped me more.  I think that's bull crap, because I didn't change my intro too much from what she saw.  My thesis was exactly the same.  She should have said something then.  Oh well, I'll hopefully do better on my last two papers.



| Maribeth| | 11:09 PM|

Wednesday, July 28, 2004
Little Ian danced his last dance in a cage last night.  The people at the Lighthouse Point Casino will miss him.  Although his cage dancing days are over, he is available for private parties, and no price is too low.

In other news, my teachers for session II of summer school aren't the brightest crayons in the box.  I mentioned earlier about how my health teacher talked about grade F beef.  Well, today my English teacher told us today the Sylvia Plath killed herself by walking into the ocean.  Um.....no.  That's how the lady in The Awakening killed herself.  Ms. Plath stuck her head in the oven.  Apparently Mississippi State allows anyone teach a class.

The other day Ian shared some great news with me....he's not getting a meal plan!!!  This is good news because it means no more searching Gooch's for seven dollars of food five nights a week.  For those of you who don't know what Gooch's is, consider yourself blessed, but I will go ahead and explain it.  Gooch's is like a gas station except without gas pumps.  It sells candy, potato chips, and cokes.  No one goes to a gas station everyday to buy food, but Ian and I did.  They also sell pizza, which I guess taste like gas station pizza.  Gas stations shouldn't sell pizza.  Anyways, I'm glad those days are behind me.  Here's to the high life!!!

One last note, here is the latest thing grinner bought on eBay.  I'm glad it's over, but I fear for others he comes in contact with.




| Maribeth| | 10:31 PM|

For some reason, the other roommates (Britney and Jessica I think) decided to move the shelf to the other side of the room.  They also decided to get a fish tank.  No fish, just a tank.  Now the TV is sitting on the shelf instead of the two nightstands.  I wish they would stop changing things around.  It annoys the crap out of me.  I'm leaving in less than two weeks.  They could wait until I'm gone.  I can't wait until I get all my stuff out of this crap hole.  They have another roommate moving in.  She's Asian and 25.  I bet she'll just love living here.  She asked for a two bedroom and got stuck with these people.  When I take all my stuff, there will be hardly anything left out there.  Well, the fish tank will still be there, but that's about it.

Another note to gripe about.  I sold a book on half.com.  It was the study guide, which I listed as the study guide.  It was listed with other study guides.  The ISBN was correct.  Everything was suggesting that I was selling the study guide.  Someone bought it.  Today I checked by feed back and he gave me a neutral.  His reasoning was that it shouldn't have been listed under textbooks.  What an idiot.  The book sells for about 100 retail, used about 75.  I was selling it for about 30 for the study guide.  He needed to use common sense and his reading ability.  It just makes me mad that I could have had another positive, but instead it's a neutral.  I am no step closer to a different colored star.  Grrrrrr.  I would say something back, but it's not worth it.  Since I have his address, I should take a crap in a box and send it to him.  Excuse me for a second.....



| Maribeth| | 9:48 AM|

Tuesday, July 27, 2004
This message is for those who make soft drinks.  If that is not you, you do not have to continue reading this.

Dear Soft Drink maker guy,
          Please stop putting various fruits in your drinks, especially diet ones.  No matter how hard you try, diet drinks have and will always taste like crap.  I have accepted this fact and so should you.  Why did you try lime flavoring?  No one ever thought of the idea until you decided to mass produce the dumb drink.  I curse you and your family.  It must be tough for them to live with an idiot like you.

xoxoxo
Maribeth M. Davidson




| Maribeth| | 3:47 AM|