This life is more than ordinary....

Well, I had about 700 things I wanted to write about, and now I can't remember a single one. Tonight is the opening night of Comic Relief XX, but everyone who reads this already knows that. I can't wait to see it, I love CAP shows so much.
Until then I'm chillin in Leupp's kitchen, dying Cathleen's gloves and my shirts for Halloween next week. Cathleen needs yellow gloves so I'm sitting her watching the gloves go from white to piss yellow in boiling hot water. RIT is amazing stuff to say the least.
I really don't like people who get drunk on a Wednesday night at like 8:30 and then take the EE to George Street. Its kinda stupid honestly. Why? What's on George Street at 8:30 on a Wednesday night? Sure the Stress Factory is there, but that's something I want to get drunk at, not show up 4 shots deep.
Figuring out classes for spring semester is stressful. I don't know what to pick or minor in or if I should double major or change my major or just drop out of school and forget the whole damn thing. And of course they are released right in the middle of my midterms. So today is the first shot I had at looking at em. DKLFJls;iFJ

But I helped him drink his wine....

So today was my first day of work as a referee for intramural basketball out on Cook/Douglass. There's really no simple way to say this, but every single one of those guys have such a little man complex, its redic. Since I was new to reffing they stuck me on clock so I could watch how the refs made different calls and got a feel for intramural rules versus NBA and regulation rules. The first game was a train wreck. I forgot to mark 3 baskets for each team, so they had the proper amount of points between each other, just minus 6 points a piece. Then later on in that game, I lost power on the clock. We were scrambling to figure out what the score was and how much time was left, and the whole time I was kicking my self because I thought I was responsible for screwing up the clock. Finally this really really hot ref told me to relax because one of the players was throwing a fit in the corner and kicked the wire out and it wasn't my fault. After that embarrassing moment things went more smoothly until one of the other Student Directors walked over to talk to me. He chooses right in the middle of the game to introduce himself and to start flirting. WTF MAN?! First off your ugly to no end, secondly you know I'm trying to do my job, stop flirting!!!!! He finally gets the hint that its pointless, and moves on to another girl who was setting up for Handball later at night. She's dragging tables and chairs around and he's all Hey babe, what's up? Ugh you are so dense! But there were some funny moments. This one team refused to let me know when they wanted subs and were just exchanging players when ever, and I kept telling them check in with me first. After the 4th or 5th time I finally stood up and told them to check in with me first. Their faces were priceless. I try hard not to use my size as an intimidation factor if I can avoid it, but they were no taller than 5'5" and freaked out when they realized they didn't want to mess with me. (I'm slowly realizing this is one giant paragraph, so sorry) That was my first day at work, what a crazy experience.

Cause I'm having a good time...

Who reads the emails from Dean McCormick? I feel bad that I delete his emails like the rest of my spam, yet get super excited when Sephora sends me another coupon that will send me further into debt.

I comb the crowd and pick you out...

I have a job. Finally after weeks of stalling the process, and praying I don't overdraw my account, I went out and found a job. Its kinda awesome actually. I get paid next to nothing, but its more that what I make now just sitting on my butt. I get to shlep out to Cook/Douglass Rec Center a few times a week (I haven't gotten a schedule yet) to ref the "small fry" intramural basketball games. Basically I stand around a watch a buncha guys under 6' play basketball and I get to yell at them when they do something wrong. Funny thing, it has been about 10 years since I've played or watched basketball. I'm assuming not much has changed, but still a bit nerve wracking. The nerd that I am actually made flash cards of different calls and their hand jestures.

Oh goodness I can't wait!!!

You're an mean one, Mr. Grinch....

He likes the wrong one, there's two of us and of course it happened again. Last year the one guy that I truly liked was willing to hook up with any other girl that would give him the time of day, even though he kept feeding me the line, "I have a girlfriend. I love her. I would never cheat on her or break up with her." Yeah way to go asshole. Now its repeating again, I truly like a guy and he wants anything else but me. Sure, I'm know for constantly liking someone, but that's it. They're just crushes. If given the opportunity to take it further, I would have balked at the idea. But when I really do like a guy, he's an ass. FUCK THIS SHIT! I'm tired of being someone who wouldn't be touched with a "nine and a half foot pole".

I watched my first non-preseason hockey game today. Gosh I'm so excited for the season to finally be in swing.


Rangers FTW!