To the 15th Power

The work professors have to do to calculate our final grades.  These are my grades from one of my summer classes just sent to me from my professor.  Has any of your teachers given you your grade to the 15th power?   I thought this was so amusing I had to share.    

Homework #1 (10 points): 10

Homework #2 (10 points): 9

Homework #3 (10 points): 9

Quiz 1(100 point scale): 92.553191489361694

Quiz 2: 97

Quiz 3: 87

Quiz 4: 100

Final part 1 (37 questions): 35

Final part 2 (10 questions): 7

Final part 3 (100 points): 95

HomeWork average (100): 93.333333333333329

Quiz average (best 3 of 4): 96.517730496453893

Final: 92.180851063829778

Weighted Average with homework: 94.753262411347521

Weighted Average without homework: 95.108244680851058

Max of previous two: 95.108244680851058

Letter Grade: A

British Invasion Finale

The Lumberjack Song

Ending my theme of English favorite songs and cutting-the-strings from my new “You Tube” fixation.  I will leave you with….. drumroll please..

THE LUMBERJACK SONG~!!!!

(by Monty Python, in case you didn’t know)

Looking into Sting’s blue eyes, I said…

  DO DO DO DA DA DA IS ALL I WANT TO SAY TO YOU !!!

 

 Driving home today from Hershey, PA, with my new Police CD at full volume, I relived the surreal experience of seeing my favorite musician last night.  The jumbotron need was moot, the veins in his perfectly sculpted biceps, the sweat on his brow and tread on his boots was observable by my naked eye.  His gorgeous blue eyes could not possibly miss my gyrating hips and flirty smile since I was positioned immediately in front of him.

Was my zealous energy the cause of women’s dirty looks?  My margarita shower I provided, in deleterious response to first Sting citing, entered their bloodstream via skin absorption.   The alcohol should have loosened them up, but they stand around like they are waiting for a bus.  If they can’t let loose for Sting, their boyfriends have no hope.

My ample chest was free to jiggle as they pleased bralessly in a spaghetti string-top.  The desperate sluttish look showed through the true reflection of my libido. 

Upon dressing I inquired of my date if I looked hot. Once a prompt affirmation was received, I retorted.

“I know for you, but for Sting?”

The 450lb man I rebounded off asked me twice to stop jumping up and down, if he was not so wide this would not have been an issue.  Even in my delirium, I had recognized my enthusiasm equivalent of a six year old at Disney Land.  To show gratitude, I extended perks of frequent titty rubs and hair whips.  From subliminal influence, Tiny reacts to Sting’s lyrics and resorts to elbowing me violently during “Don’t Stand So Close To Me”.   I grabbed my date and switch places. To exact revenge onto Tiny, I knocked my date into him amoungst periodic bouncing feasts.

With the repositioning, I was able to get my groove on with the hot chick next to me.  She did not share in my crying fit during one of my all time enjoyed songs “Every Breath You Take”.  That’s ok; she can join Sting and I for a flexible all nighter.  Or maybe not, since it was only me he sang

“Everything she does is magic”

sighhhhhh

 

 

Geico’s Caveman in Airport Song

Royksopp – Remind Me

The Geico Caveman in the airport is my favorite commerical. I find it hysterical. Well I was intrigued about the song they played in the commerical.    It has a great beat and the the video is well done and entertaining.   It is a British group and the video is based on London.  I thought I would share with you all.  Enjoy.

Panty Creaming Time

Friday my heart will a flutter and my panties a creaming as I see the hottest man in entertainment perform.  No not Brad Pitt, all though I recently saw “Ocean’s Thirteen” so I may greedily consume the eye-candy (and I heard it was a good flick).  Adding to the decadence,  I shared licks of a sweet indulgence with a “tall-drink of water” who happen to be much taster than any treat available at the confectionary stand. 

Feeling naughty,  I had visions of nuts and creaminess dancing in my head.   I’m not citing the waging battle between the melting butter-nut icecream and our mouths, but another goody that in only my mouth the melting would ensue.

“Ohhhh Brad”, I shamelessly did not contain my excitement and bounced up and down in my seat.  A big smile emerges as I giggle and point at the big screen “Brad, he’s so hot, oh my god“.   My date’s Mr. Happy (name edited) goes limb and is promptly forgotten.

So if it is not Brad,  can you guess this dream man that with his spiritual lyrics makes me wet as his voice washes over me?  If that sounded sappy it was suppose too.

Strawberries are in season

 Strawberries are in season and I just made myself a dark strawberry blond…again.  I did not use the wimpy at home rinse which dooms you to use with every shampoo as it dehydrates your precious locks as it simulaneously stains the white grout in your shower stall.  So I say  “NOOOOO” to this lack-luster of a product.  Instead I seeked professional help, a hairdresser that is,  to brush in some shiny red highlights.  I am currently taking breaks from the computer to admire the color.

“Fuck off jerk wad ”

Yeah, I can say that now, ’cause I am a red head, and you know our hot tempers.   However, I am not red enough, the highlights are subtle and  I want my hair brighter and redder.  With that said,  I am returning to my hairdresser in a couple of weeks….who am I kidding…my grap “the bull by the horns” obsessive personality will have me plunked down in her chair  in less than 48 hours.  Stay tuned….

Stripperconomics

I’m back to give you all a heads up with my life in the last three months.  As most know I am back in school with a dire need to have a resume that consists of more than:

21- 24 yo : Stripper for large groups of men

24 - 26yo : Stripper for small groups of men

26 yo to present : Stripper for one-on-one

I’m more accomplished, however adding would interfer with my point.  I have been in this industry too long, I need to be able to move on.  This industry has only given me great memories and a fat bank account………. point now ruined.

 Anyways, so I taking all those past credits from the first round of school and make lots of degress with them.

  I must endure a economics snooze feast for a degree I am pursuing purely  for my egocentric need.  That need to prove that I can do more than dance naked on a table top.

Any how, does Economics really fit into my business.  I understand the concept of supply and demand. 

Less supply ie. less availability by me 

=

higher demand by men

By this formula I can increase my rates so my demand would equal 1 maybe 2 gentlemen a day.  Problem, what if the demand is caused my me?  What during a course of a week, I have this overwhelming urge to strip my clothes off for every hot blooded male.  Isn’t the demand now mine and not by the men?   hmmm…perhaps I can pose my question to my Economics professor?

If you are my professor, how would you handle it?

Red Wine Reviews (part 2)

It is richly textured and voluptuous with silky tannins and brilliant underlying natural acidity. This multi-faceted wine has notes of chalk, dried herbs, brush, garrigue, mineral, tar, mocha, truffle, and Asian Five Spice with fig, raisin, and vanilla flavors on the long, sweet tart finish.  About $17

It has a dark, ruby color and aromas of blackberry jam, soy sauce, violets and dark chocolate, with hints of cedar and cinnamon. The first impression in the mouth is one of smoothness and roundness. The wine offers a seamless, harmonious progression of fruit, chocolate and black tea tones, leading to an extremely long finish with supple tannins and echoes of berry fruit.  About $80 over $200 in Mortons.  My ATF Cabernet.

Red Wine Reviews (part 1)

  2003 Chateau Souverain

  Alexander Valley

  Cabernet Sauvignon

 Zesty, vibrant, concentrated blackberry, wild berry and huckleberry, with a dash of spicy, toasty oak.  About $20 a bottle.  I’m enjoying a glass right now.

2003 Simi

Alexander Valley

Cabernet Sauvignon

Appearance: Dark red with purple tones Aroma: Intense cassis and blackberry with hints of leather accompanied by notes of dried herbs and vanilla. Flavor: Lush berry flavors accented by full, ripe tannins that lead to a long rich and velvety finish.  One of my favorite Cabernets.  About $16 a bottle.

What I like about snow.

Since I am a warm weather person, I thought I would make a list just to keep myself from going insane.

5.  Ice bombs.  You are driving down Route 66 at 55mph. You hear the movement above your head.  There it goes, that big sheet of ice on the top of your car.  You look in your rear view mirror to watch the fiasco.  The wind takes it up in multiple parts and you watch to see if it crashes down on to another vehicle.  Mucho fun.

I was just driving home now from Wegmans and saw an ice bomb from one vehicle annihilate a silver mini van.

“Aaaahaaa bullseye”.  My enjoyment is elevated as I munch on my favorite oatmeal, nut and raisin cookies from Wegman’s bakery.  Did the minivan do anything to me,  No, but it is like a video game, you get blasted, it was sadistic fun and you move on.

4.  I can drive in it you can’t.  My neighbors must be transients from no snow climates.  I observe them hitting the gas, with tires spinning, they plead with there cars to move out of there parking space.  I’m always one of the first out of the community.  I’m not afraid.    If the car slides to one side or the other, it is fun.  You don’t get that challenge other times of the year. 

At first icing with a new car, I find an open parking lot with no obstacles and get it up to at least 40mph, and hit the brakes turning the car hard to one side.

It is ice skating…..with no risk of thumping your melon….airbag equipment does not come standard with ice skates.

 Then I do figure eights as fast as possible.  I want to see how my car handles so when I am on the road I know what to expect.  I also practice correcting my vehicle on a hydroplane.  I loved doing that with a rear wheel drive, two-seater sport cars, my MR2s,  what a blast.  The one without ABS would pull multiple 360s.  I was like a top, just spinning out of control.  Yahoo~!!

3.  No designated parking.  Can’t see the spaces, park anywhere, take up 2, take up 4, hell park sideways….I do.  Can’t ding my car now, can you?

2.  Watching children play in the snow…so cute.

The best thing about snow….

SCHOOL CLOSED ON THE DAY I HAD TO GIVE MY STUPID COMMUNICATION’S CLASS PRESENTATION.

I’m jazzed about that.