Dinner and a Movie

After coming home from school, I was finally able to meet Bernt (sp?) from Germany (a friend of my moms). He brought with him the beautiful Lowchen boy Jonny. He's an international champion, tiny, blonde, and just a bundle of love. I enjoy both of their companies very much. :) So of course we had Thanksgiving, and my mom being the wonderful cook, made a fabulous dinner. There was me, mom, my sister Ariel, Malisa and her husband Tim, Bernt, and my Gramma Sharon from California. So we all ate a rediculous amount but it was delicious. We had the same thing today for dinner, I swear it's just as good and often better the second time around.

Today we went shopping at a jewlery store near my house. Bernt bought his wife a ring and my Gramma got herself a pair of diamond studs because she is finally deciding to pierce her ears! I got a friend of mine a small bracelet for her birthday and I got a medical bracelet that will have my medical problems engraved on the back. I have to wear something so if I ever have a problem, people will know what it is, and also the bracelet is stylish looking so I won't mind wearing it. Then this evening the four of us went out with another friend, Manish, to see the newest James Bond movie, Casino Royale. I loved it! The new Bond is absolutely gorgeous...well in my book anyway. My mom (even now) keeps saying, "What do you see in him? He's not that good looking. He can run but that's about it." I just tease her and say she is old so her tastes are different. I just say he is a well built, very athletic, downright hot dude with a killer British accent. I'm a sucker for accents...really am. So the movie had a lot of action in it, hot dude, and a reasonably attractive girl but I wouldn't say shes hot. Ooh, there was one instance where she was hot while wearing this gorgeous dress...see the movie and you'll definitly know what I'm talking about.

So I have wasted now 2 days having fun, I have not studied my arabic, I have not waxed my legs, and I still don't know when I'm getting together with my girlfriend Brandi to give her her birthday present, and I don't know when my partner, Jerah (from my arabic class) and I are getting together to work on our presentation. So another friend of mine wants to get together on Sunday but I had to tell him no until I know if Jerah and I are getting together. So, hopefully it will not take long with her or we can reschedule for a day closer to the presentation so I can have Sunday free to see my friend. I guess I just have to wait and see!

J

I am so glad it is finally time for Thanksgiving break! Thankfully my arabic class got canceled and I am able to go home early, although I do have to get up early to meet with my arabic partner to work on our skit. Oh well...

So my friend J and I were talking on the phone today, and I realized we actually do have things in common! lol He has this amazing skill to annoy the shit out of me simply by being him. Hes an underpaid workaholic, complains about his job but still goes in all hours of the night. It's things like that and his ability to twist anything I say into something perverted. I'd say we're on the same level there. :) So, setting aside our pervertedness and general pleasure in annoying the other person (well actually he annoys me more than i annoy him) we discovered we have some basic things in common. We both love to read. I'm not sure why this took me by such surprise, he didn't seem to be the type in my eyes, but he most definitly is, and we share a favorite author: Steven King. If you do not know who that is, you are seriously deprived and need to get to a library ASAP. So we actually talked about books for a while and I discovered he has hundreds at his place...literally. That and an awsome knife collection (yes if I were to have a collection that would be by item of choice) so I definitly want to go over and see these things. I told him I plan on raiding his book collection when he finally decides to take enough time off work so I could come over. My roommate was in as much shock as I was after realizing that he likes to read. She's never met him or officially talked to him but he manages to annoy her when she just hears my end of the conversations. lol He's the only one I know that can talk about chess, BDSM, books, sex, work, math, and politics all in one conversation. Definitly an interesting person to talk to, he knows just the things to say to properly annoy me and finds it amusing that I get so exasperated. I tell him hes lucky I don't see him very often or I'd be smacking him around. Thats usually the time for a perverted comment.

Jess (the roomie) asks why I even bother talking to him while she watches me sit on the phone wanting to strangle him, and the truth is that I don't really know. I think it's because he never does anything to me directly, it's something that affects him and him alone, yet it's still something stupid. Such as working 16 hour days, not eating enough, and then passing out at work, only to tell me this while laughing and asking if Im amused. Things like that which are stupid but have nothing to do with me. Im always guaranteed an interesting conversation and Im seeing more and more that he is very intelligent, but not so smart. (yes there is a difference, mainly girls will understand this) He can also dish out as much shit as I can, and we can both take it. I like a guy that can keep up with my sarcasm and quick temper and I think he definitly has me beat in the sarcasm department. lol So as annoyed as I can get, I genuinely enjoy our conversations. Hes up at all hours of the morning like I am and we've has some interesting chats. He's one more wild and crazy friend of mine that I often want to smack but still love talking to.

Soul Stealing

I have come to realize that arabic is taking over my very soul, whether I like it or not. My dreams aren't even safe from it anymore...

Last night, I attempted to get in bed early which I sort of did, 3:00 to be exact. Then, I couldn't even fall asleep. I sat there for 35 minutes while debating if I should just get up and do something until 4 or 5 when I could actually sleep but I was determined to sleep and then get up at a resonable hour, about 10. So I did get to sleep finally, and I did get up at 10 but of course felt exhausted cuz I haven't been getting up till 11 lately. I stayed up for a while, did a few things, still felt exhausted and decided to go back for a quick snooze. I was alseep for about a half hour and still managed to have a bizarre dream.

I dreamt that my mom and I were at some event and we were sitting at this big round table with a white table cloth on it. Next to us were 2 other girls, looked a little bit older than me, not by much, and the seats on our other side were empty. As I sat there looking around, I heard arabic and automatically zoned in on it. The girls next to us were having a conversation in arabic. I can't remember all that was being said but they were saying (I think) something about someone in their class. They were laughing and going at a pretty good speed. I figured they had to be at about my level, maybe one lower. So I sat there thinking I should be able to keep up with all of this but there was some vocabulary I didn't recognize so that made me think they might be one level above me...who knows. Then, of course, my mom had to look at me and kind of nod towards them like I should jump in. Just about the time I was considering it, I woke up. So now, my dreams aren't even in english. I listen to arabic music, talk in arabic, hell I sometimes even think in arabic, and now...I have to freakin dream in arabic! Is nothing safe from it?? lol So this language has taken over my mind and soul, its sad...and yet I still continue to learn it. I told my mom about it this morning and she said it was probably a good sign because it shows my brain is still working on it, even if the thought is rather terrifying. So terrifying or not, it slowly takes over, next thing I know Im going to be putting random arabic words in my every day speech with people...oh wait, I already do that too!!! ARGH!!!!!

Dumb ID!

So yesterday (yes technically yesterday since its 2am now) I managed to act like a complete moron. I have a half hour between my arabic class and my next class so I usually go get food and then go to class. So I go over, get my food, swipe my card and then walked over to a table so I could pack up my crap and take it back to the dorm. I was talking with another friend of mine as I did so and we walked out. I took a couple steps outside, reached in my back pocket where I typically keep my ID and realized it wasn't there. So I swore and told him I'd be right back, I must have left my ID on the table. I go back in and look on the table but it wasn't there. I recalled the girl had handed it back to me after she swiped it but I couldn't find it anywhere. It wasn't on the floor or under any trays or napkins. I was standing there thinking, oh shit what do I do now?

So I went back to my dorm. This is particularly irritating about not having your ID because not only can you not use your meal plan but you can't get into your fucking dorm unless you follow someone else that has theirs and can open the door. So I was on the phone, waited for a couple minutes before another girl came along and followed her in the building. So since my ID was gone, anyone could use my meal plan or get into the dorm or make charges, whatever the heck they wanted. So I did the most logical thing I could think of. I right away called the BuckID office and froze the card. It becomes completely useless, can't use any money or meal swipes on it and you can't get into the building. So I said a prayer that someone would find it so I wouldn't have to go through the hassle of getting another one. I came back from my last class at about 6:30 and felt exhausted so I told my roomie I was gonna take a quick nap. Of course I couldn't fall asleep so I was really just laying there when my phone started ringing. I picked it up and this guy asked if I was Leah Bennett. I told him yeah and he said he thought he found my ID. I was so relieved. He then said he could bring it over in like 5 minutes, he'd come to my dorm. So my rommate and neighbor wanted to go to CVS so I said we should all go since I was going down anyways. I went downstairs, started to walk out the door and I pass this guy who is just standing there looking somewhat lost. I thought that might be my guy but I couldn't tell. As I passed by him I saw him hold up my ID and look at my picture so I right away whirled around and said hey, thats me! He laughed and said he thought it was me but wasn't quite sure. My hair is a lot longer now than it was in that picture. So I said thanks and how relieved I was. He said that his roommate must have found it cuz he walked into his room and he saw it sitting on his roommate's desk. So he must have looked me up via facebook to get my cell number. Thank God for facebook! It's great for wasting time and the occasional good deed. So now the only problem is that I have to get it reactivated.

I called the BuckID office again and said I had found the card and asked how I could reactivate it. They told me that I have go to their office (across campus) and bring it and another photo idea with me. I said that I don't have another photo ID, that IS my photo ID. So she gives the genius response of "oh just bring your liscence or anything else like that with a picture". I once again told her I don't have another ID, I can't drive. She just said "oh" and told me to check the website and there might be something else I could use but she wasn't exactly sure. So later on I called the office again and luckily got a different person. I asked him the same question to which I got the same response. I said that I had my social security card and could I use that instead. He said no, I need the picture. "What if I don't have another picture ID?" I asked. He couldn't tell me anything besides, well you need a picture. So I'm going to go over there tomorrow with my social card and hopefully be able to get away with it if I tell them I can't drive. I figure if that doesn't work then I'll go into bitchy mood and lie saying that I had contacted the office and I was told I could use this instead and did I need to talk to a supervisor?! Usually when you start acting real indignant and forceful and especially when you threaten to get their manager involved in something this petty, you can get what you want. It could be slightly risky but it just might work. Otherwise I can't use it until this weekend when I go home and can bring back my freaking passport. I will be seriously pissed off if I have to do that and I will make sure they know that. So hopefully I can work this out when I go in there in the morning (well later this morning, w/e!).

Oh last random note: Britney Spears is finally divorcing that dumbass husband, Kevin Federline!! I saw that today and was like, about time! I feel bad that she actually married him and gave him 2 kids, both with his last name. But better late than never I guess!

Pet Peeves

Since I have been kept up through random hours of the night I'm a bit irritated and felt like writing a blog on my pet peeves. Somtimes it's kinda funny to actually sit down and think about these things because you can learn the funniest things...

-I hate to be called Lee...my name is not Lee. I can forgive for Lee-ah because thats how it's written over here but in fact my name is Lay-ah with European pronunciation...yes like Star Wars, I've heard that one a lot too, that joke is beyond ancient.
-I hate when people don't return crap on time. A family friend has had some of our movies for almost a year and STILL has not returned them. That is rediculous and a good enough excuse in my book to go for blood. Guarantee I could get them back real fast...
-I hate when my neighbors steal crap from my home garden. They find plenty of their things missing afterwards...and they will continue to find that for a while.
-I hate when people misuse the words "their" and "they're" or "its" and "it's".
-I hate poor grammar and poor english. "Ain't" is not a word, neither is "warsh" or my very favorite that just kills me..."axe" instead of "ask". Why?!?!
-I hate when I'm in the car and people leave their turn signal on after they've already turned. My mom will somtimes do this just to annoy me and everytime I feel horribly embarassed to be in the same car. I always make fun of people that do that and to be on the other end is just too much for me.
-I hate when people leave caps off pens. I'm not sure why this one is but I'm always walking around my house putting caps back on. That's why I love the click pens...no more cap, just click!
-I hate when random lights or tvs/radios are left on when noone is there. It's a waste.
-I hate bad fashion. IE: clothes that are waaaay too small for the person wearing them, socks with sandals, white socks with nice black pants, clashing color combos, or pairing 2 different prints and expecting them too mach no matter how bizarre they both are.

My biggest pet peeve however, is when people are late! That just sends me off the deep end. I absolutely hate to be late and if it's just me, I'm never late. It's when I have to start relying on other people to get me somewhere or I have to wait for them before I can leave, and then I become late. On my own though, I'm never late. If I feel that for some bizarre reason I would be, then I always call the person and say I'm runnning about 10 minutes late. I'd never be later than that unless some freak accident were to occur. I also expect when people tell me that they will be somewhere at a certain time that they will be there. Don't tell me one time, make me have everything together, and then decide the timing isn't good for you and that you're just going to push it back till it's conveniant for you. I had a friend do that to me this morning which is why I'm going on about it. I left something at his place and he told me he'd bring it to me this morning at 6 before he had to go to work. So, I get myself out of bed at 5:45 after less than 4 hours of sleep so that I can get dressed and meet him downstairs. I wait till about 6:10 (an eternity to me) and then call him asking where he is. He says hes sick and in bed but he'll still come and call me when he's on his way. Lovely. I wanted to scream over the phone but I was very good, although I'm sure I didn't mask my irritation very well. So I came back upstairs and just had to wait till it was conveniant for him to bother showing up. I went back to sleep for an hour, got a call saying he was on his way (big whoop), and then about 20 minutes later I got another call saying he was finally outside. So after almost an hour and a half from the scheduled time he finally showed up. The only reason I didn't blast him to kingdom come was because he was sick and I decided to show a little mercy. Had he not been sick, I would have been on him like white on rice. Nobody keeps me waiting for that long. The longest I wait is 15 minutes, then I call the person and inform them that I am leaving and they better catch up fast (assuming we're going somewhere) or I just tell them to forget about it and reschedule. However, seeing as my friend had something very valuable of mine I just had to smile and say thank you for finally coming. Don't keep me waiting...ever. I don't like it, it is my biggest pet peeve and I will not let you live that down for a while. I'd just keep reminding you, "don't be late like last time!!" It can get annoying real fast but it sticks with people. I don't make people wait so I expect that they won't keep me waiting. So there's my list...I'm sure there are more but those are the biggest ones that come to mind at this point...