BEP

Yesterday, I saw the Black Eyed Peas in concert in Minot, North Dakota. I had seen them before, but this concert was a lot different than the concert in Minneapolis. This was a concert to raise money for the city of Minot. It was a nice concert, it was nice to see a band as big as the BEP lend a helping hand to my state. The lead singer of the group is married to a guy from Minot. All of the funds raised from the concert went to the city. Really cool.

Although, I had fun, I was again the "sober" girl. I had one person ask me over and over again---wait not ask me, but tell me-- I wasn't having fun because I wasn't total wasted. PEOPLE I have fun, just because I don't drink doesn't mean you have to sip your beers and look at me with eyes that read, "you must be so jealous of me right now, because I am getting messed up!" Actually, I don't miss getting out of control. I am glad I don't stand on chairs and scream random things at people. I have control over every situation I am in. Basically, now I control if and when I am going to stand on a chair and yell, which by the way I still do, but I AM doing it, not "Donna" (the name I gave to drunk Sarah). Of course I get jealous---that I am not also enjoying an adult beverage. The culture (especially in NoDak) is the more you drink--the better. It is not this way with every individuals within the state of ND... I understand that, but for a variety of people this is normal behavior, and I accept it. I was offered a beer today out at the lake. I told the person no, I don't...drink. "Oh you must have to drive home." "Well, yes, but I don't drink....ever." Followed by a look, like I suddenly had grown a gigantic horn on the top of my head. I did get pissed after the BEP concert; because I couldn't find away out of the parking lot of the Holiday Inn. I had parked by the Holiday Inn and took a wrong turn which somehow led me into the hotel's parking lot. For the love of God, I could not find an escape route. I had my good friend sitting in the passenger seat, shouting directions at me, and I did have to stop the car and yell at her a few times. It was like a bad dream--driving around that hotel parking lot, I found a cop and I rolled down my window, I asked " how do I get out of this parking lot, all of the entrances are blocked off, and I don't even know how I got into this parking lot?" The cop (JERK) said " You are not supposed to be in this parking lot!" And the jerk told me to drive off of a big stupid curb. I rolled up my window, and zoomed away, frantically following another vehicle out of the parking lot. I got out. One of the girls in the car yelled, "Get me out of the car!" It's times like these, I wish I was liquored up, sitting in the back seat, not really understanding what is going on. It was a fun trip beside the side trip that took place in a parking lot. Now, to my homework. I start work on Tuesday. I'm excited ....I think.

Tina Fey

I can't wait to be done with school. I hate school, always have--always will. If I decide to go back again after this, I hope someone punches me in the face. Writing papers could be fun--if my instructors would let me write about something fun. I missed my calling. I read Tina Fey's "Bossypants", and I should be Tina. I should have went to school in Chicago and studied at The Second City. What is wrong with me? Tina has talent. I have no real talent (but I know funny..like Tina)--I can't sing (didn't make swing choir in Junior High), I can't dance (I studied dance--for like a year-- until I had to wear a neon colored spandex uniform and dance in front of an audience-- where I couldn't remember my choreography), I can't play a musical instrument ( I attempted the drums--looked like an idiot-- I never actually learned to read notes-- I just pretended to play a snare drum), and I can't draw ( ask my kids). When Tina was in high school, she worked for her community's local theater company and her job...was to take tickets (she eventually did more, but she didn't sing, dance or play a musical instrument (I don't think she played an instrument). I could have done that. I could have been a Tina Fey. Not that I don't like being a nurse, but how much fun would it be to write comedy sketches? To this day, I try and not miss a Saturday Night Live. There is something so great about people performing and writing such ridiculousness. I often post these YouTube clips on my Facebook page, because I find them brilliant. Most people I know (besides people like my brother, my cousin Kevin and handful of others) don't find the same types of things as humorous as I do. I strongly believe humor gets me through everything. When I was on bed rest, Jess and I watched "The Office", now that is humor. That is quality humor. Sometimes I start laughing so hard while watching such ridiculousness, that I hit the person sitting next to me. It's like I can't help it, I start laughing and start punching those around me. My brother Jake and I were driving one day (well Jake was driving) and he told me to look up this YouTube video, I did, and I started laughing so hard it hurt, the only relief I could get was beating up my brother. He was laughing as hard as I was--- listening to this stupid video, that he occasionally said, "Owe." Ask Jesse, he has been the victim of my laughing, so has my mom. One time, this guy walked up to my friend and in this really strange low pitched voice, he asked " What is a turtle neck?" Serious. He was completely serious...or so it appeared. I live for these moments, not only was this guy hilarious, my friend's face was even funnier--my friend didn't laugh, she was like "Did he just ask me what a turtle neck is?" That in itself could be a sketch on SNL. At least I think so.