Wednesday, December 27, 2006

Christmas joy and other miscellany

Ah....I pause here, in a moment of relaxation in the midst of holiday chaos, to catch my breath, and to say that I hope everyone had a Christmas as awesome as mine. It had its "ugh" moments, of course, but seriously, what holiday doesn't? Overall, it was quite grand. And now for the Reader's Digest condensed version....

Went to church twice on Christmas Eve. It wasn't too bad though, except for the PC alterations to classic hymns. These new hymnals* have removed practically every mention of "sons," "man," "his," and even "Father." wtf mate? Hark the Herald Angels Sing---born to raise us from the earth/born to give us second birth? I think not. It's the sons of earth, bitches. It's not chauvinism, it's the way the song goes. Gah!

That and the blue-haired old ladies pinching my cheeks and commenting how tall I'd gotten and how I look exactly like my mother. Looks like somebody needs a stronger prescription.....

Moving on....

Christmas day, Dad and I did some Santa-playing, which was quite fun. See, my cousin Dylan, who's always around playing with Michael, mentioned a few weeks ago that their family wasn't having Christmas this year, didn't have a tree, weren't getting any presents, and all the rest, because they didn't have any money. I have no evidence of the veracity of these claims, but I wouldn't be too surprised.

So anyway, Dad and I went out last week and bought a present for each of the three kids, wrapped and labeled each one "To: [kid's name] From: Santa," and put 'em in a grocery bag. Then on Christmas morning, we drove over to their house and Dad parked around the corner while I put the bag on the porch, rang the doorbell, and got outta Dodge. We think they might've seen the car as we drove off, but we're not sure. At any rate, it was fun playing elf.

Yesterday was our big family get-together at Mom's, with lots of fun and game-playing. I got my ass handed to me at Texas Hold 'em, made 15 cents playing Nickels, and then we had a very long, very rowdy game of Apples to Apples, and a couple rounds of Taboo. Grand.

Presents-wise, this was the year of clothing. I got a duster-type sweater, six shirts, two sets of PJs, and seven pairs of socks. The sweater kicks ass, and the shirts are all very nice (and needed; I previously had exactly two long-sleeved shirts that weren't hoodies), and the socks are all very fun. Neither set of PJs fit though, which made me sad. One was a set of footie PJs (you know, like toddlers wear, that zip all the way up the front) and I totally would've worn them at college, but they were juniors size instead of regular, and were too small.

Other highlights of my presents: four new CDs, a page-a-day Far Side calendar, and a copy of America: The Book. Le awesome.

And I now find myself cleaning up and eagerly awaiting Friday and The Party! Hope to see some of you there! And on that note, I'm thinking the 9-11 skating time, because Holly wants to come and she has to work in Fort Wayne until seven. Okay?

And now, to round things out, a couple excellent non-sequiturs.

Best ever out-of-context quote:

Be mindful that showers are slippery, cars aren't always roomy, and sex in a bathroom stall usually ends up with someone's shoe in the toilet.

It's from a site about writing fanfic smut. I don't write fanfic, let alone fanfic smut. Don't ask me why I read these things; you should already know I have no life.

I also found the best website in the entire world, and it is located here. Yes, that merited a new link on my bookmark bar.


*Okay so they've had these hymnals for at least six years now, but for at least five of those years, I haven't gone to that church regularly. So they're new to me.

Sunday, December 24, 2006

And then the Muffin said...

....Merry fuckin' Christmas, dammit!

....

Yeah. Have a good one. Have fun, be safe, don't kill your relatives, and do a little Christmas boogie for me! Do it. Muffin's orders.

So that's a big holiday hug for all y'all, and I'll see ya 'round!

Saturday, December 23, 2006

Yuletide suicide

Kinda like a slingshot suicide, but not quite. But more on that in a minute.

First off....I didn't sleep last night. At all. I was on the computer all night. Because I have no life and don't feel like sleeping when I should. So I spent some quality time surfing SVU fansites and other random places. It was a fascinating study in time-wasting, I must say. I napped for about an hour around noon today, and that's it. Ah well, maybe I'll actually be sleepy when I go to bed tonight. Which I plan on doing rather soon, actually. Or trying, at least. I really need to get this whole not-eating-or-sleeping-when-I-should thing out of my system before I go back to school in LESS THAN TWO WEEKS. Sheesh.

Well anyway, back to the title: about the time I noticed it getting light outside (so, probably eight something), the phone rang, and it was none other than my mumsy dearest, calling to tell me that the Christmas tree fell over in the middle of the night and broke. Yeah. Broke. Went Christmas kamikaze on us. It's a fake tree we've had since long before I can remember, and I knew the stand was cracked when I put it up, but I put a matchbook under it and thought it'd at least last the season. Apparently not. The stand broke, so the tree fell over, breaking the top section in half, and three or four of my favorite ornaments got broken in the process.

So, we got to go to Satan-Mart and get a new one, which is 7.5 ft. tall, as opposed to the old one, which I think was 6.5, or something like that....anyway, it's too big. And it's a pain in the ass to put together. And it's different, so I just don't like it on principal, because the other one was the tree from my childhood! Honestly. Not cool.

And then we got to decorate the damned thing....I hate putting up Christmas trees with my mother. We always (and I mean always) end up having a row about it, and it's just not fun. This year I was all happy because I put up the old tree when she was out of town, so I did it myself and it looked nice and there was no drama involved. But no, that's just too easy. Shee-it. But anyway, it's up now, so, yay. Even if it is kinda, well, ugly.

It's not ugly. I just don't like it.

On a completely unrelated note, I found out last night, in my online insomniac travels, that Stephanie March (the actress who played Alex Cabot on SVU) is a smoker. Or at least was in 2005. I was oddly surprised by this.

I'm going to bed.

Soon.

Wednesday, December 20, 2006

reruns, speculations, and HoYay!

Warning: Extreme obsessiveness ahead. Proceed at your own risk.
Yeah, this is a journal exclusively dedicated to my Law & Order: SVU obsession. If you don't watch the show, you might get a bit lost. And it's long. Just a friendly heads-up there.

Also: If my fangirl musings are too dull for you, you might be interested in the most hilarious SVU fanfic ever (though it won't make a lot of sense unless you've at least browsed some other SVU fics before).

Another Tuesday night gone by with only SVU reruns to keep me company. No new episode; this is what, the third week in a row? And next week is a rerun too. I hate December. Stupid holidays messing with the TV schedules. Grr. My only consolation is that next week's rerun at least is an episode I somehow managed to miss the first time around, so that's something anyway. And it focuses a lot on Det. Munch, which is rare and should be cool. But it's still a Dani Beck ep, and I want Mariska, dammit!

So I'm left pining away for a new episode that won't air until January 2, with only a one paragraph summary from tvguide.com and the wild speculations of the USA Network Message Boards to hold me over. And I'm impatient. The new episode is called "Scheherezade," and the summary is thus:
Stabler agrees to hear the dying confession of a cancer patient named Judson Tierney (Brian Dennehy), but first he and Benson do some digging into what possible crime Tierney's guilty of and come up with an unsolved case that goes back 47 years. However, according to Tierney, that is merely the “tip of the iceberg.”

Now, of course, this is intentionally vague, and it only makes me all the more impatient, because I'm waiting (as are true fans everywhere) for THE REVELATION. The talented (and incredibly attractive) Mariska Hargitay revealed in an interview last summer that this season holds a major revelation for her character Det. Benson. There are many theories about this, some more credible than others. The one that's flying about most frequently at the moment is that it will involve her past, and more specifically, that the identity of her rapist father will be uncovered while digging through this Tierney guy's sordid past---47-year-old unsolved crime, anyone?

This certainly fits in with the "revelation" idea. My major question here though, is exactly how old is Liv supposed to be? Certainly not 47; that's just....old. More concretely, I seem to remember (though I wish to god I could find some proof) that M.H. said the big episode for Benson would be "Burned," which (if I'm not mistaken) is the ep after this one. So perhaps "Scheherezade" will turn out to be not so huge after all.

The revelation I personally am waiting for is for it to come out that Benson is a lesbian, preferably with some reference to a relationship between her and former ADA Alex Cabot. I want my HoYay! musings to be justified. However, while the first part I could possibly see happening, the latter, not so much. It could be implied though! Subtext is everything, people. Anyway, even if they didn't explicitly mention a torrid affair between her and Alex, I'd be satisfied with Liv's coming out. Correction: I'd be downright gleeful. That would merit a full-on squeeeeee on my part, and anyone who knows me knows that squee-ing is not something of which I make a habit.

However, the more I think about it, the more it makes sense that the "revelation" would be about Liv's father, and not her sexuality. While the L&O franchise doesn't seem too shy around non-straight characters (see the original Law & Order's Serena Southerlyn, for one), it would still be an awfully big step for a main character to come out like that and remain on the show (Southerlyn came out near the end of her run on the show, if not her final episode or two, and her coming out had a lot to do with her leaving, if I'm not mistaken---sorry I'm so vague here; my obsession obviously doesn't extend beyond SVU).

And besides that, I'm almost certain that the powers that be on this show highly enjoy messing with our heads on the subtext front. As it is, there is enough vagueness that any dedicated E/O shipper can steadfastly maintain that Elliot and Olivia are secretly getting it on under everybody's noses, while the A/O fans can imagine Olivia going home every night and pining away for her lost love Alex.

And I firmly believe that the writers get their kicks by giving us tantalizing hints that always fall just short of implying something, be it a more-than-platonic relationship between Elliot and Liv (see last season's tear-jerker "Fault") or a bittersweet tragedy between our favorite detective and the absent ADA Cabot (season 5's HoYay!-tastic "Loss"). If they were to come right out and say Liv was a lesbian, there would probably be a violent outcry from the E/O fanbase, and of course everyone knows that Liv and El can't hook up, because that would signal the end of the show, or at least its jump-the-shark episode. And so we are left with naught but subtext and fanfiction. *sigh*

But anyway, back to the revelation; yes, much as I'd like some hot girl-on-girl action, my more practical side tells me that it will indeed involve Liv's father, because they just couldn't afford to change the show's dynamic that much. And come on, the poor girl's gone her whole life not knowing; it would be nice to give her some closure.

Thursday, December 14, 2006

Dad

Sometimes I wish you'd ask. Just come right out and ask.

I know it wouldn't help anything; it would just make things harder, make it worse. But in some ways I think it might be easier. It would feel good, anyway.

I know you won't.

You came close once. It was at the height of my Rent fandom's visibility; I'd just bought the movie soundtrack, DVD, and movie poster all in one day, and rented and watched Brokeback Mountain the night before, and you asked me something close, like what was up with me watching all this "gay stuff" lately? What was the fascination? Something along those lines.

It was close. You almost wanted to ask. You skated right across the edge of the topic, so close. But not close enough. You left room, and I skated around it. I said I liked Rent for the music (which isn't untrue, but not the whole picture either) and I wanted to see Brokeback Mountain because it was so popular, I wanted to see if it was any good as a movie (also not a lie, exactly).

If you asked me, straight out, am I or aren't I, then I'd tell you the truth. I'm not going to lie. But you won't ask that. You're afraid to. You don't want to know, really. And I'm not going to tell you what you don't want to know.

You've got this, I guess it's a philosophy, almost. "I may not always love what you do, but I'll always love you." It has a few variations, but that's the basic concept. Which sounds all well and good, but it's not just about what you do, it's about who you are. It's like the Christian "love the sinner, hate the sin" idea, which I abhor. It's not acceptance, it's tolerance. Which is all well and good for perfect strangers, but for family? You shouldn't have to tolerate people you love.

Thursday, December 7, 2006

A day that will live in infamy....

Do you know what day it is?

Anyway....

It's funny, really, how much people hate snow by the end of the season. When that first muddy, brown patch appears in the yard in March, it's cause for celebration. But that doesn't stop them from waiting with bated breath for that first glittering frost of December, that first fluttering silver flake that signals the unofficial start of winter. We've forgotten, perhaps, how long and dark the winter gets. We're ready for the cold, sparkly veneer to wash away the dull leftovers of a summer that dragged out too long and hot, like it does every year. That's why I love Indiana weather; the summers are too hot and the winters are too cold and both of them stay too long, but hell, it keeps you on your toes. And when the seasons change, that first breath of spring or that first glistening snowfall is pure magic, and I wouldn't have it any other way.

Yeah, it snowed today. Snew, if you will. Grand.

Wednesday, December 6, 2006

Tip O' My Hat, Wave O' My Finger

That's right. Just like Stephen Colbert.

To begin with, is it just me, or is dA feeling particularly buggy this evening? I'm trying to add somebody to my watchlist, and it won't let me. And my message center isn't loading properly; new messages aren't showing up, and old ones aren't going away. That's a wag of my finger to you, dA. Keep it up and I'm going to the HelpDesk.

Secondly, SVU was a rerun tonight. And not even a particularly good one. We are not amused. Seriously guys, if I wanna see SVU reruns, I can get them on USA three times a day (and often do). I want new eppies, dammit! That's a big wag of my finger to you, NBC. Ah well, at least it was a Mariska episode, not one with that evil Connie Nielsen wench.

Now, as the godless heathen I am, you might think I'd be annoyed by cheesy and ridiculously gaudy Christmas displays. And you'd usually be right. But sometimes, people surprise me. Take this, for example. Now that takes dedication, folks. So that's a tip of my hat to you, crazy, Christmas-obsessed decorator. You're insane, and you made me laugh. Rock on.

****

Completely unrelated to the theme here, but I want to talk about this: Evan Bayh looks likely to run for president in '08. I know, none of you non-Indiana people have heard of him (hell, some of my fellow Hoosiers may not've either. Slackers.) but, yeah. He's formed an "exploratory committee" to see whether or not he should.

I dunno how I'm feeling about this one. I mean, he is from Indiana, and he's not a Republican. But in some aspects, he kinda looks like a bit of a neo-con in liberals' clothing. Probably one of the reasons he managed to get elected in Indiana. Idk, given the choice, I think I'd rather see Barack Obama go all the way. But we shall see.

Monday, December 4, 2006

parents

So, yeah, I'm feeling rather like a failure at life just now.

I don't understand some things like I used to. Or maybe I understand them better, and that's the problem.

My parents....well, they're my parents. They haven't changed. I know how to handle them. I've known that for awhile. But I think I've just now figured out that I know it. Or maybe I've just figured out the implications of having that ability.

I've been able to see their flaws for awhile now. I thought that was what happened when you stopped being a kid; you understand that your parents aren't perfect. I understood that and accepted it. But lately, I've realized there's more to it: now I not only see their flaws, but I'm bothered by them. Sometimes greatly.

Like, my dad. He doesn't go to church regularly, but he borders on fundamentalism in some of his beliefs (almost scarily creationist and anti-gay), he's an alcoholic (not violent or anything, but pretty heavily dependent on the Bud), not very educated, kinda racist, rather lazy and shortsighted, and he doesn't take very good care of himself.

I still love him. I like spending time with him. But it's so hard sometimes. He says some stuff that I would seriously injure other people for saying, but I can't say anything to him. There's a laundry list of topics I can't bring up with him anymore. More and more lately, I feel like I'm playing a role, acting the part of Daddy's little girl who I used to be. He did take the whole vegetarian thing rather better than I'd expected, but then again, it hasn't been much of an issue yet. And I'm sure part of him still thinks it's another "phase."

And then there's my mom. She's always got a to-do list for herself and everybody else within a five-mile radius, and dear god, she's wound up tighter than an emo kid's girl jeans! When I'm away at school, we can talk on the phone for an hour, no problem, and it's fine. But when I'm home, at her house, I avoid her at all costs, and when I'm at Dad's, five minutes on the phone with her is torture. idk. I think it's a relationship best had from a distance, if such a thing is possible.

To some extent there's even the taboo subjects thing with her too, and it's awful, because I used to talk to her about everything. Yeah, I guess it's been awhile since that was the case (coming up on what, four years now?), but still, I really miss it.

And I Still. Can't. Fucking. Sleep.

Seriously folks, this is not cool. I thought, being home and all, things might get a little better in that department. Well, judging by the timestamp here, you'll see I'm having no such luck. I'm supposed to be up at 7:30 to take my brother to the bus stop. I think I'll just stay up.

*grumbles*

I'm sorry, I'm waxing emo here; please forgive me. I guess even the great and powerful Andrea must capitulate to the throes of teenage angst sometimes. Two cookies and my deepest sympathies for anybody who actually reads this steaming pile of shit.

Tuesday, November 28, 2006

busy weekend

Let's see, where to start....

Thanksgiving
...was pretty great. Yummy food, and LOTS of people. My awesome Aunt Lori and her family showed up unexpectedly from Minnesota, and my siblings were here with their clans, plus some other random relatives and people, making for quite the houseful. And omg so many kids! In all, there were 9 people under the age of 14. Most of them are 8 or younger. It was insane. But fun. I spent the better part of three hours holding my niece Elise, who is 10 months old and the sweetest baby in the world. My arms complained like hell afterward, but I didn't mind. I don't get to see her very often.

And holy crap, I have to say, it is nothing short of amazing how fast kids get older. My cousin Josh is a freshman in high school, and his voice changed since the last time I saw him. When he said hi I nearly fell over backwards. And all the younger ones I remember as babies, and now half of 'em are in school! Insanity...

Moving on...

Friday Night
....after the family fun mentioned above, I moseyed on down to Greensburg for some good fun with Kim and Mia. Pretty standard; we rented RV and had popcorn. Mia's new beau was there, and I would say more about him, but he didn't talk. So I really can't form an opinion there.

Then Saturday I hung around with Kim some more. I went with her and her family to Thanksgiving dinner at her grandma's house, which was delectable and wonderful, and spent some more time holding a baby, this one one of Kim's cousins, I believe. Another sweetheart, though she had a cold and sneezed all over my sweatshirt. It was good fun. I do so love having two families.

And then....

Saturday Night
....my mom came and picked me up from Kim's house and we went to Cincinnati to see Bob Seger in concert! It was excellent, great show. He played some stuff off his new album, which sounds great, and of course, a bunch of old favorites. Two encores. I yelled myself hoarse.

Mom had us a room at a nearby hotel, because she travels for work and apparently has about twenty zillion Marriott points, so we went there, and when we got to the room we decided we wanted pizza. Well all the pizza places were closed, it being 12:30 am, so she got the bright idea to walk across the parking lot to the Waffle House instead. She regretted it as soon as we were inside, but I actually enjoyed myself immensely. Probably the most unsanitary eating establishment I've ever seen, and the entire meal was spent in a cloud of cigar smoke, but just listening to the employees banter with each other and a couple regulars was enough entertainment for me. I was quite amused.

And then there was.....

Sunday
....during which we came home and put up Christmas lights. Somehow, despite my severe hatred of heights, I always end up being the one scrambling around on the roof. But it was fun, in a perverse and terrifying sort of way, and the lights look very nice, so I'll say it was a success.

Thursday, November 23, 2006

wtf mate?

I'm speechless.

Seriously, wtf?

~*~EDIT~*~

I just saw an ad on Comedy Central for "Guys Gone Wild." :o That's just so...wrong....

Sunday, November 19, 2006

A Praire Home Co—wtf?

So I just finished watching Prairie Home Companion with my mom. I like the radio show on NPR; it's usually quite amusing. The movie, while it definitely had its amusing moments, was just, well, weird. Honestly. I can't think of a better word for it.

WARNING SPOILERS OMG!!! Like any of you care.

Seriously folks, the angel of death walking around backstage? Who thinks of these things? What does that have to do with Prairie Home Companion? And the old guy randomly dying, okay, I can kind of see that fitting with the rest of the movie; he's old, it's part of life, okay, okay, I get it. But still. wtf? And the Axeman getting killed at the end---it didn't do anything! The show still got canceled! That was so pointless, wtf? That's really all I can say. And the end was just weird.

END SPOILERS OMG!!!

So yeah, overall, the whole thing just seemed, idk, off. The humor was there, and the characters were well done for the most part. But the plot (what meager plot there was) seemed to go nowhere, and made no sense. Just left me feeling off. Worth seeing, I suppose, but expect no greatness.

And now for something completely different, a few other random bits I feel the need to share:

There's supposed to be a meteor shower tonight. I was all excited. So I go out to scope out the conditions in preparation, and it's cloudy as hell. We are not amused.

My cousin Dylan is here to play with Michael. He'll be staying all night and most of tomorrow. Somehow, my memory never quite manages to capture his extreme brand of annoying. We are further not amused.

On the bright side though, praise whatever gods may be for two-ply toilet paper. May its glory be forever known.

And, yeah. I'm off to go forage for a snack. On that note, I must say, it's pretty sad when you come home for break and find yourself missing the food from the caf.

Later.

Saturday, November 18, 2006

I'm home!

I'm HOME. Oh my goodness you have no idea how wonderful it is.

A few reactions here, in no particular order....

-My cat is here. Dear god he got fat! Apparently he's been healthying up while I've been away---his ribs aren't sticking out anymore! And he's all sleek and healthy and pretty-looking---oh I love my kitty!

-My room is wet. Yeah, the basement flooded again this week while Mom was away, and I guess Dad discovered it when he was here feeding the cat, so he followed standard procedure and turned up the heat and set up the fans and all that jazz, but, yeah. Apparently it was bad; there was actually standing water in some places this time, not just damp carpets. There's still a puddle in the hallway, and the carpets are still squishy in places, and it all stinks like wet basement. Except for my room, where apparently the cat pee smell never fully went away, and now it's back in force. Mom said she's calling the carpet cleaning people once we get it dried out. It's about time, is all I can say there. On the plus side, since I wasn't home, my room was fairly tidy, so not a lot of stuff on the floor to get damaged.

-I have a real couch again! Not the crummy one in the suite with wooden arms, no, a real, smooshy, comfy couch that I can sprawl out on while watching TV (and which has become my bed once more until the basement is livable again). I don't think I can fully describe to you my love of this couch.

-I have a piano. Right here. In the living room. I can play it anytime I want, provided nobody's trying to sleep. I don't have to bundle up and trek across campus, it's right here. I'm staring at it as I type. *contented sigh*

-The highway is noisy! I didn't realize how much I missed it until I was listening to it while trying to sleep last night. I mean, the trains in Galesburg are okay, but really, there's no substitute for constant semi traffic in your front yard. I almost couldn't sleep for the joy of listening to it. Yeah, I'm weird, you'll get over it.

-No cable TV. Mother, tell me, what is the point of having a television if you only get five channels? Honestly. When I go to Dad's there will be satellite TV, but no internet. Oh, teh horrorz!

Anyway, in short, I'm glad to be home. I mean, I love college and all, but, in the immortal words of our favorite ditzy fairy, there's no place like home.

In other news, Thanksgiving is on Thursday! This year, I am thankful for the wonderful opportunity to go to college, all the awesome people I've met there, and for the fact that I'm home until New Year's! I am loving my life right now.

That said, I am a bit worried though about the dinner itself. I mean, I love all the side dishes and everything, but, let's be honest here folks, Thanksgiving dinner is all about the turkey. And this year, thanks to my new dietary habits, I don't plan on eating the turkey. My brother-in-law is going to give me a hard time. My sister might as well, and likely my older brother. I come from a family of very committed carnivores. I hope they don't make an issue out of it, because they might. Especially Shane, if he's in the right mood. He does that sometimes. But oh well. I'm looking forward to it anyway.

And after that, IgettogotoGreensburgandseeKimandMiaohmygodit'sgonnabeaweseome!!! *ahem* Yes. Greensburg. Kim and Mia. Awesome.

And then, my mumsy dearest, being the wonderful mumsy dearest that she is, is taking me to see Bob Seger in Cincinnati. I am so glad I'm not from there, because I would never be able to spell that place properly. But I digress. Bob Seger. In concert. 'Twill be grand.

Meanwhile, back at the ranch.....I think I must plan a Huntington roller-skating extravaganza for sometime this week. I'm thinking Tuesday afternoon/evening or sometime Wednesday---invite whoever I can dig up from the old C'bury crowd, head over to West Park and skate and maybe catch a movie or something, and maybe a trip to Pizza Junction---just some good, clean fun, in true me style. All you C'bury people reading this, I'M TALKING TO YOU. So whaddaya say?

And, yeah. That's all I got. Holy crap this has gotten to be a long journal. Peace out.

Saturday, November 11, 2006

:|

There is fornication going on outside my door as I sit here typing. As in, practically against my door. They keep bumping into it.

I hope they're done soon; I have to pee.

~*~EDIT~*~

So that was last night. Now today, my roommate just came in a little bit ago and noticed that her bed was all messed up. I'd assumed that was from her sleeping in it, but no, apparently she stayed over someplace else last night. And she found a note on her desk saying, "Hey, I was the one who woke up in your room. I took some pants. I'll return them." Said note was unsigned, and Sarah (my roomie) doesn't know who it was. She suspects it might've been the girlfriend of the guy across the hall, the ones I got to listen to last night. But she doesn't know. So now I get to wonder, who the hell came in and slept 10 feet away from me without my knowing it?!! That's the last time I go to bed without checking to make sure the f*cking door is locked. Sheesh.

~*~BREAKING NEWS~*~

Those pants she took---yeah they were totally mine. Bugger.

Thursday, November 9, 2006

I give up!

Okay, so this whole NaNoWriMo thing is not working out. Seriously. It's just this huge spew of verbal diarrhea. Not even 1/4 done and I hate my characters, hate my plot, hate the whole fucking thing. And I can't stay away from the forums. Yeah, I'm an addict.

Idk, I just don't think I'm ready for a large-scale project like that yet. I'll stick with my short stories and poetry for awhile yet, maybe actually finish that 100-theme project by New Years, that would be cool. And maybe I'll go back to the "novel" another day.

I do think it would've made a good story, but I honestly can't bear to rush through it like that. My writing is always a painstaking process, even for school. I've never been able to go the whole write-a-rough-draft-and-revise route; I edit as I go, and I have to get it damn near perfect or I can't move on. This means that pretty much anything I write is a one-draft project, as there's very little revising involved, but it also means there's no way I'm finishing something of this magnitude in a month. Not a fucking chance.

Moving on.....I'm ill. Meh. My mother bribed me to get a flu shot by promising me tickets to see Bob Seger in Cincinatti later this month, so yesterday morning I went and got one. I woke up this morning with a sore throat, developed a headache around supper time, and now my nose is running. Dammit, I don't get sick, I don't need a shot to fucking MAKE me sick!

Wednesday, November 8, 2006

laughter?

So, we all know by now, Saddam got the death penalty. No surprise there. A little more surprising is the fact that he's supposed to die by hanging. That's old school right there.

Now, I don't support the death penalty. I just want to put that out there. I don't think killing people solves anything. Even if somebody really really really deserves it, I think it's dangerously arrogant for man to give himself the power of life and death over his fellow man. And I'm not even religious.

That said, I'm not going to advocate mercy for Saddam. Whether or not he deserves it, we all know he's not going to get it, so it would be a waste of time. And quite honestly, I can't say with any certainty that I think he should be spared. I'm glad the choice wasn't up to me, that's all I'm saying.

What bothers me though, is the way people are celebrating this. I was watching The Daily Show last night, getting my daily dose of fake news, as per usual, and as you'd guess, Jon Stewart was talking about this. Making jokes. Laughing. And the audience was laughing right along, because he's Jon Stewart and he's fucking hilarious. I could go into a long bout of hero-worship right now, but I'll spare you.

But my point is, yes, Saddam was not a nice person. He was responsible for countless deaths of innocent people. We know this. But think about it guys---we're laughing at someone's death. He was a ruthless dictator, but he was also a human being. He was a kid once. He probably went outside to play and collected bugs or something. That's complete speculation, but you get my point. A real, live person. Snuffed out. And we laugh. We celebrate.

I'm not saying he deserves life. I'm not even saying he deserves to be mourned. But laughter?



And now I just know somebody's gonna be like, omg lookit the pinko liberal's in love with Saddam!!1twentythree! Well, stfu. You and I both know that's ridiculous.

Monday, November 6, 2006

!@#$%^&*

In case the title wasn't enough to warn you of such, I suppose I should warn you that there's some explicit content ahead. Then again, if you're seriously offended by such things, you probably wouldn't be reading my journal anyway.

*ahem*

Fuck shit damn hell fuckity fucking fuck. Shitsticks. Assbucket fucktard. Damn dirty fuckface slipshod shitbiscuits. Goddamn asshat cunt fuck bitch. Craptastic. Shit.

........

I really should work on my cursing skills.

.........

I am in the strangest sort of mood just now. I feel like running outside screaming with laughter and at the same time, violently beating and defenestrating small, furry animals. And on top of all that is an overwhelming feeling of bemusement.

And the funny thing is, there's no discernable reasoning behind any of it. I think perhaps it may be a cumulative effect of many combined factors. Let's see.....

-I've been watching football today (Bears lost, but the Colts kicked the Pats' collective ass, 8-0, baby!) and that in itself does not make me upset, but the fact that the TV's been on, and specifically on a local network, means I've been hearing those awful political ads everyone's been raving about lately. And holy hell am I glad I'm not from Iowa. These guys are awful. No shame, even for politicians' standards. And I was reading some articles yesterday about other awful ad campaigns around the country this year. Have we, as a nation, no shame? Honestly. Just the fact that they're spending the money to run these things means that obviously, somebody thinks they're working. I weep for the future of our nation. Not that I wasn't already, but now even more. I'm moving to Canada.

And now I wish I didn't like living here so much, so I could actually carry out that threat.

-The heat in this building is seriously fucked up. We called maintenence because of the absolute FREEZINGNESS, so the guy came and apparently couldn't find anything wrong (so he said), but he did some dicking around with a waterbottle (yeah, I have no idea how these heaters work, but I'm pretty sure there must be a mouse on a wheel and one of those ball-rolling-down-a-chute-things somewhere.) and the next day, lo and behold, we had HEAT! *le gasp* So that was all well and good. Except then for three days it proceeded to be boiling hot in here. As in, I couldn't sleep, because I kept waking up drenched in sweat. And now, it's cold again. Really cold. I'm gonna fucking kill somebody pretty soon.

-I just got caught up on three weeks' issues of Time Magazine. I'm pretty sure we're doomed to die in a nuclear holocaust. Now don't get me wrong, I like Time Magazine. But the one issue I just finished was from just after North Korea tested their nuclear whatever-the-hell-it-was, and....yeah. I dunno how people did it during the Cold War, putting up with the constant possibility of getting nuked into next century. Or rather, out of existence. Not that I see this as a currently overly pressing threat; I mean, ever since the advent of nuclear technology, there's always been the possibility that somebody who doesn't like us will get some and use it against us. I don't think North Korea's going to just up and nuke us for no reason. But still. I don't know. I just really don't want the world to end just now, ya know? *sigh*

-Quizilla sucks big hairy balls. I mean, it's always been kind of on the cheesier side whiny-whoredom, but there used to be some decently entertaining shit on there upon which to waste my time, which balanced it out. Well I hadn't visited for awhile (for a long while, apparently), so I dropped by and found a whole lot of SHIT. And some crap. And a little horse manure. And more shit. That's pretty much it. Great. There goes one of my perennial time-wasting favorites.

-I'm suffering technology withdrawal. And it's only been four days. And I'm not even going cold turkey (as evidenced by this very journal); I'm still checking my messages a lot more than I'm sure is strictly necessary, I'm just not replying to any but the most important things, and I'm not on the forums. And I'm not surfing random Facebook groups for long periods of time. And I hate it. Meh. I want my forums! Fuckin' hell.

-It's past eleven on Sunday night; I have't done my reading for FP tomorrow and have no desire to start it, I'm 8000 words behind shedule on my NaNoWriMo novel and 2000 words in I'm already sick of two major characters, I didn't do my laundry today and have exactly two pairs of clean underwear left, and I fucking don't want to go to bed! Why do I have to have class tomorrow? WHY?!!! Shit. Shit shit shitty shitty fuck damn shit.

I think I'll pull another all-nighter tonight. Just for shits and giggles. Then I can fall asleep in Intro to Lit tomorrow AGAIN. That'll really impress the teacher. I could go into a really long rant on that topic just now, but I won't. What is said on the internet has a funny way of not staying put. Suffice it to say, that paper was not C material, and laughing at your own unfunny jokes does not constitute teaching.

Fuck.

Wednesday, November 1, 2006

*ahem*

Well friends, the glorious month of November is now upon us, as the more observant among you may have noticed, and with this lovely new beginning, I have but one thing to say to you all:

DON'T TALK TO ME!

That's right, November brings with it the joys of NaNoWriMo, in which I am participating this year, which means I may be rather scarce 'round these parts for awhile. In the name of minimizing distractions, I'm swearing off the forums entirely (dear sweet Jesus, what am I doing?), and will likely be checking my messages here only intermittently. Same with my Facebook and Myspace. (If I die of technology withdrawal, I will everything to my cat. He'll know what to do with it.) School email will be checked daily, and Hotmail probably regularly as well, for those of you who know me irl and may actually need to get ahold of me for some reason, but beyond that, consider me vanished.

*disappears*

Sunday, October 29, 2006

stalking

*has just spent the last three hours being an internet stalker* Ya know what guys? I am a weird and creepy person and no one should ever talk to me, ever.

Anyway, that said, a long and convoluted train of links, stemming originally from my internet stalking and then wandering to many strange and wonderful places in the swampy backwaters of internetland, led me to this Straight Dope message board thread from 2002, started by a guy who wanted some advice on how to start believing in God. I was generally impressed by the level of rational discourse on both sides of the question (something that seems to be rare at times on dA's own beloved forums), but one response kind of grabbed my attention:

Quote:
How can you just all of the sudden believe in something? How does that work?


Just try it. As was suggested, start talking to God. When you doub that there is no God, ignore that doubt, and hope that there is. Envision whatever God you want to believe in. Form an internal relationship with him, as if he was a real person that listens to your concerns and helps you out. Pretty soon, the belief will stick. The important part is to work God into those parts of your life that are emotionally important to you so that God and those experiences seem inseperable. That's what really makes a belief stick.


Maybe it's just me, but that kind of sounds like, idk, some sort of self-brainwashing, more than anything else. Wasn't it Lenin who said, "A lie told often enough becomes truth"? Am I wrong in thinking that it somehow applies here? Not to offend the religious by saying it's all a lie, but it's the same principle, no? I mean, I could follow her same technique, except pray to purple people on Mars; my belief, if I made a wholehearted effort to construct one, would be no less sincere, but I think we can all agree that there are no purple people on Mars. So where does that leave the God-believers? Again, please know I'm not trying to offend here, just a bit of my own musings. I would be interested if anybody wants to share their thoughts on the topic though.

Thursday, October 26, 2006

thoughts on Our Town

Just got back from seeing the mainstage production of Our Town. Bloody depressing, that was. Good though. I find it a bit ironic that I was actually in this play at OA, but still never actually saw the whole thing, or knew what happened at the end. Having three bit parts, I spent a lot of time changing my outfits, rearranging my hair, and sometimes being a nuisance in the light booth, 'cause that's how I roll.

But anyway, yeah, good show. I was amused that they actually had guys for the baseball players (I was one at OA), but girls in (what I thought were) parts where guys were more necessary. Just my thoughts though. The casting seemed pretty decent, though I must say, their Stage Manager couldn't hold a candle to Steve Hammoor. And their Mrs. Soames was certainly good, but she just wasn't Maria LaRosa. But then again, who is?

And nobody burst out laughing at the part about the heliotrope. So sad.

But anyway, I digress, as nobody on here has the slightest idea what the hell I'm talking about, so I'll shut up now.

There's something wrong with the doorknob on my dorm room---it'll open from the inside, but not the outside. I'm pretty sure that's a bad thing. So I guess we'll have to call maintenance. If we get charged for this, I'm gonna be so pissed....

Monday, October 23, 2006

awesome

So, I just got back from the BEST SUNDAY EVER. That's right. Better than yours, by far. What, you may ask, made my Sunday so wonderfully awesome and grand? Well, I'll tell you---I went to *drumroll please* Six Flags. The one by Chicago. 'Twas a school-sponsored thing; they hired one of those charter buses that is really a school bus with a sticker bearing the word "CHARTER" pasted over the word "SCHOOL" and hauled a load of us to Six Flags to go to Fright Fest. We paid $15 for transportation and admission, (beat that bitchez!!!) and I spent under $20 on food, making it the cheapest day at an amusement park in the history of the world. It was also 45 degrees, making it the coldest, but that also meant the lines were incredibly short.

And, *longer drumroll, if you please* I went on roller coasters. Here, I'll repeat that: I went on roller coasters. Please note the intentional use of the plural in that sentence. Not just one, but....yeah actually I lost count. And not wimpy ones either; the big ones. There was nothing I wouldn't do. It was grand. I almost bought a couple of the pictures just so people would believe I actually did 'em, but ten bucks a pop? No thanks. They weren't even that great of pictures. I don't remember the names of all of them, but I know I went on Raging Bull, American Eagle, Superman Ultimate Flight, The Viper (changed to Snakes on a Train for Fright Fest), The Demon, Iron Wolf (standing up, whoa), and the Batman one, among others. So I won't say I'm addicted yet, but I've certainly come a long way from Kim and Mia twisting my arm to go on The Beast over the summer at PKI. I was proud of myself.

'Course, now my back hurts, and I have a feeling more than that is going to hurt when I get up tomorrow (if I get up tomorrow), especially after that bus ride home, curled up and hunched over my bookbag, trying to sleep with my head banging against the window every five seconds, but it was definitely worth it. Great times.

Oh, and, I now have the most awesome hat hair in the history of the world. I wore my sweet knit hat from Stratford, and I'll just say this: when I put the hat on this morning, my hair was parted in the middle, and now the part is somewhere over my left ear. And of course, there are random bits sticking out everywhere. I would take a picture, but my $4 masterpiece-maker is out of film, so I won't. Ah well. I had an awesome day.

Saturday, October 21, 2006

V for V-what now?

So I borrowed my roommate's copy of V for Vendetta and curled up with some quality mending for a quiet Friday night in the dorm. I know, I know, the excitement of my life overwhelms even me sometimes. Anyway, so yeah, I'd not seen the movie before, and I'll say, it was decent. I dunno about rave-worthy, as so many of my friends seem to think, but decent. The Bush-Cheney parallels seemed apparent in all their wonderful sliminess, although I actually found that distracting me from the actual movie. Kind of like I remember thinking when I read Animal Farm---when the allegory's too apparent, it distracts you from what's actually going on. Well, me anyway. I can't really speak for you, I guess. I'd really like to get my hands on a copy of the book (book, graphic novel, comic book, whatever the hell it is) just to see how different it is, because I seem to remember hearing that a lot of stuff got changed.

Anyway, a few things I just have to point out:

-Good god Natalie Portman, put a bra on! Shit, I thought she was gonna poke somebody's eye out there.

-The whole slo-mo fight scene in the subway station was both cheesy and disgusting. I'm sorry, I know it was the same people that did the Matrix, so I should be expecting such things, but....no. Sorry, I'm just not a fan.

-Where did she get those roses to put around the body?

-And wait, I thought glasses girl got killed?!!

-Oh, and the Rolling Stones' Street Fighting Man over the end credits? Whoa shock. I think I like it though....Good song.

And yeah. That's about all I got on the subject.

On a completely unrelated note, click here to see Stephen Colbert sing. Kind of a long clip, but worth it, I assure you.

Monday, October 16, 2006

ballroom blitz!

Haha, I totally just got that song stuck in your head, didn't I? Anywway, yeah, I had a great weekend. Tiring, but fan-bloody-tastic, if I do say so myself, and I do. On a totally unrelated note, I also just found the literary word I was thinking of earlier that describes words such as "fan-bloody-tastic," "abso-fucking-lutely," and the like. It is "tmesis." I love Wikipedia.

Anyway, back to the weekend, there was a ballroom dancing competition at U of I, to which we went ("we" being people from the ballroom club here at school, obviously lol). We had some interesting misadventures with the transportation, as one of the vehicles broke down on the side of the highway on the way down, and another driver got a speeding ticket on the way back up, but aside from that, it was a good time.

I competed in a bunch of beginner-level things, and my partner and I placed sixth in Beginning Foxtrot group B. Admittedly not the most prestigious award, but I honestly wasn't expecting to get anything, as I only started dancing a month ago. And it was all around just a really great time. We got to watch a lot of really awesome dancing (and some not-so-awesome dancing as well), and we went out for Greek food, and it was just a fun group thing. And hell, we got off campus. That in itself seems to be a feat for me lately.

I currently have to write two huge papers this week. Ah college. So I'm off to go watch some quality TV. Later!

~~*EDIT*~~

Forgot to say earlier, don't ya just hate it when you say something dumb and it comes back to bite you in the ass? See, in a class discussion maybe a week or so ago, I made some offhand, flippant remark about Catholicism, which probably wasn't the brightest, most sensitive thing to say, but nothing awful, ya know.....well anyway, I found out a couple days ago that the teacher of said class is Catholic. *headdesk* I like this teacher! And the thing is, it wasn't a huge comment or anything, so I don't even know if anybody remembers it but me, so it's not like I wanna go apologize for something nobody else remembers, but---gah! I suppose it would not help matters any if I said I thought he was too cool to be Catholic. *sigh* Me and my mouth.

Thursday, October 12, 2006

lazy day

I just love days where I sit around doing nothing. I had to work this morning, and then after that I came back to my room and have been sitting here ever since. I screwed around for awhile making a new lit tag, which I think is quite pretty. Better than the old one anyway. Yep, me and my mad MS Paint skillz....

I would go outside, just to do something un-lazy, 'cause it's a really pretty day, but it's also fucking cold! I swear to god, I saw snowflakes on the way to work. Only a few, but they were there! I kinda wish they'd turn the heat on in here.

Anyways, I don't wanna go outside now, 'cause I'm all snuggled up under my jacket and I just got warm. So I'm just gonna chill here and listen to Arlo Guthrie, and before you say anything, just shut up, 'cause he's great. Probably most famous for his "Alice's Restaurant Massacree," which is 18 minutes of pure awesome, and a family tradition to listen to at my dad's house every Thanksgiving. Hilarious, I tell you. But I've got a greatest hits collection on my comp, and the rest of it is pretty good too, all mellow and relaxing. I enjoy it immensely.

And that's gonna be my afternoon. Pretty sweet. I may see if I can't get some new writing done, as I desperately need to. I've been slacking a lot lately. And then at six-ish I'm going to watch Prince of Egypt with my roommate and some of her pals, and then at eight I'm going to go practice ballroom in my awesome new shoes. And if I feel ambitious, I might even do some homework.

Wednesday, October 11, 2006

disconnected scraps of thought

The oral part of my Spanish midterm was this morning. I think it went better than expected, although I can't be sure until I see the grade. The prof said I did a good job, but I can't tell if he's one of those teachers who'll just tell you that and then still end up giving you a C. I hate that. But anyway, I thought it went well. My pronunciation was kick-ass, if nothing else.

My ballroom dancing shoes that are the right size arrived in the mail today, which is good, because I'm going to a competition on Saturday, and shoes are kind of, ya know, necessary for that.

I have bell choir this evening. It's going to be grand.

I've just discovered Relient K. Or rather, the one CD of theirs that is on my computer because my friend said it was good so I put it on here three months ago and am just now getting around to listening to it. I didn't think I'd like 'em, 'cause aren't they a Christian band or something? But this CD is pretty good. So far I don't hear too very much in the way of religiosity, though I'm not actively listening or anything. I'll go look up lyrics later.

~*EDIT*~ Okay so there's a lot of religious stuff in the lyrics. It's catchy music though. Me gusta mucho.

Monday, October 9, 2006

sundry weekend items

So, I braved up and went to another party Saturday night. It was at TKE, and it was pretty good. 'Twas retro-themed, so they actually threw in maybe half a dozen decent songs 'mongst the gangsta rap and stripper music. I had fun dancing, though the constant spillage of alcohol made it rather perilous, not only for the well-being of my attire but also for my ankles, as the dance floor became increasingly slippery. I do wish they'd make a rule about having drinks on the dance floor; I mean, I don't know how many times I got splashed with somebody's beer. I was getting a little ticked after awhile. At one point, they had this little raised stage in the middle of the floor that people were dancing on, and I found myself right next to it, and this guy was dancing on it, holding his beer right above my head, and with every move he made he sloshed some out of the cup and onto me. So I turned around, grabbed ahold of his arm, and turned him around, so he'd quit. I'm not sure if he even noticed, to be quite honest, but it made me feel better. And as the night wore on, the crowd got bigger, the people got drunker, and the likelihood of being trampled and/or crushed rose rather quickly. So I didn't stay too very late. I got kissed on the cheek by a self-proclaimed "really drunk" guy though; that was interesting. For being really drunk, he was very coherent, and quite gentlemanly.

So yeah, that was my Saturday night. Then Sunday I did laundry and cloistered myself in my room surfing back and forth between the Law & Order: SVU Season 7 Marathon and a couple football games. The Packers lost and the Bears won, and of course, the one game I really cared about, Colts v. Titans, wasn't on TV but I kept checking scores, and they did win, as we all knew they would. 5-0 baby!

And today, you know what I got in the mail? A letter from good ol' C'bury! And guess what they wanted---that's right, money! (honestly, do they ever want anything else?) So I had fun reading that and tossing it in the trash.

And now, I'm off to study for my Spanish midterm---oh, the supreme, unbridled joy. I simply cannot contain my ecstasy.

Monday, October 2, 2006

procrastination

CHUCK NORRIS IS ON THE TV!!!! Total Gym infomercials ftw!

*ahem* So yeah, I'm finishing my Spanish homework. It's almost 3 am. Oh yeah. But there's a Law & Order SVU marathon that I'm watching as I go, so it's all good.

On a totally unrelated note---THE ROLLERDOME WAS ON THE DAILY SHOW!!! That's right, my Fort Wayne peeps know what I'm talking about. I don't know when it was, but here, check it out-->http://www.youtube.com/p.swf?video_id=F1rkSqCWjv8

And....yeah that's all I got. I'll go finish my homework now.

Saturday, September 30, 2006

brr....and poser lesbians

It's really fucking cold in here.

Perhaps I should close the window.

But that would involve my getting all the way up from my nest in my comfy round chair, leaving the warm safety of my fleecy blanket, and going the whole 1.5 yards to the window in my bare feet.

I hate autumn.

**EDIT** (because I have no life)

So, a series of random linkage encounters led me to this, which, in case you're too lazy to click, is the video for "All the Things She Said" by Tatu....yeah, remember them? Well anyway, I'd never seen the video, because that was back in the day when we only had basic cable and I actually slept at night when the music videos were on, so I watched it for kicks, and ya know what? It's a terrible video. No, seriously, wtf? And yeah, I know, they were fake lesbians, and it was very awful and sad. But I still kinda.....like the song....:paranoid: It's catchy, dammit! And it reminds me of....things.....Anyway, I was disappointed. Not that I expected any better, as they were poser lesbians after all...but still. Meh.

In other news.....my dorm is still fucking freezing! We are not amused. Turn on the fucking heat.

Friday, September 22, 2006

insomniac ramblings

I oughta go to bed, I've got a class third hour tomorrow, but I'm SO not sleepy.

There's a thunderstorm outside. It's pretty awesome. And a train. One of about a kajillion in this town daily, it would seem, but I actually don't mind. It makes up for the lack of highway traffic I'm used to at home. Now instead of constant trucks and the occasional train, it's just constant trains. And the ones at night always sound cooler than the ones during the day. I've no idea why, but it's true. And I also find it odd that you can tell the difference between the passenger trains and the freight trains based on the sound alone---the track by my house is a freight-only line, so I never realized before how much quieter the passenger trains are! They make this really cool kind of whooshing hum, that's very peaceful to listen to as I'm lying in bed trying to sleep.

On a totally unrelated note, we're reading The Autobiography of Malcolm X for my FP class. It's a good read, but honestly, so far I really don't like the guy. Maybe that's just the racist white person in me talking (because god knows I'm such a fucking bigot) but somehow, when somebody makes sweeping generalizations about all white people being greedy and self-obsessed, isn't that kind of, oh I don't know, racist? Idk, I'm just really hoping this doesn't turn into Mr. Schantz's "diversity" class all over again---the whole premise was, you're all racist and don't know it and you need to stop.

Well, okay, I'm really going to bed now. I swear. Maybe.

*wanders off singing "Everyone's a Little Bit Racist"*

Wednesday, September 20, 2006

pirates, a premier, and some incoherent blither

Well everyone, Talk Like a Pirate Day was a great success, for me anyway. I got to use my *cough* extensive *cough* buccaneer vocabulry, and of course, watch PotC. Any excuse to watch PotC is good, imo.

And, the Law & Order: SVU season premier was glorious, as we all knew it would be, even if it means the end of my beloved Mariska.... It's only for awhile though! I've been trawling the fansites, because I am a dork and a loser like that, and have discovered that she will be back *phew* which is good, because otherwise, I just don't think I could take it. As it is, I think I might actually die a little bit every time I see a new episode she's not in---apparently she'll be gone for like, half the season! Oh the horrors!

*ahem*

Don't you just love getting emails that look like this:

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except, x 1000.

Anyway, I have to go drool over more SVU fansit---er, finish my Spanish homework...>.>

Monday, September 18, 2006

Avast!

Ahoy there mateys, and welcome to International Talk Like a Pirate Day! That's right, today, September 19, be the day when all ye landlubbers everywhere can indulge in yer wildest dreams and---that's right---talk like a pirate! So brush up on your "ARR!" and your "Shiver me timbers!" and go for it! Talk like a pirate! Tell your friends! ARR!

-Captain Mad Anne Bonney!

P.S. For more info, go here, and to find out your pirate name, go here or here (but the first one's better).

Sunday, September 17, 2006

John Mayer is a slacker.

So I'm being an insomniac again, as I seem to be wont to do quite often lately, and I'm sitting here surfing the net and watching VH1, because that is what I do, because I'm a loser. Anyway, the video for John Mayer's "Waiting on the World to Change" comes on, and it draws my attention, being something non-rap and pleasant-sounding. So I stop what I'm doing to watch it. Ya know what? It's a really nice, catchy little song. It seems like something I would like right off, and I kind of did, but then I started listening to the lyrics. For easy explanation's sake, I have reproduced them here, courtesy of Google and a few lyrics websites.

me and all my friends
we're all misunderstood
they say we stand for nothing and
there's no way we ever could
now we see everything that's going wrong
with the world and those who lead it
we just feel like we don't have the means
to rise above and beat it

so we keep waiting
waiting on the world to change
we keep on waiting
waiting on the world to change

it's hard to beat the system
when we're standing at a distance
so we keep waiting
waiting on the world to change
now if we had the power
to bring our neighbors home from war
they would have never missed a Christmas
no more ribbons on their door
and when you trust your television
what you get is what you got
cause when they own the information, oh
they can bend it all they want

that's why we're waiting
waiting on the world to change
we keep on waiting
waiting on the world to change

it's not that we don't care,
we just know that the fight ain't fair
so we keep on waiting
waiting on the world to change

and we're still waiting
waiting on the world to change
we keep on waiting waiting on the world to change
one day our generation
is gonna rule the population
so we keep on waiting
waiting on the world to change

we keep on waiting
waiting on the world to change


Ya know what? What he's saying is true, and that makes me sad. A lot of people in my generation seem to think we haven't got any power to make changes in the world. Or worse, they don't care at all. So they sit and wait, and hope things'll get better. Or they don't pay any attention at all. That's awful! I guess this is starting to sound like a PSA, but honestly kids, we can't just wait around for the system to change---it's not gonna happen! Like Gandhi said, "You must be the change you wish to see in the world." You don't have to go on a crusade to end global warming and cure AIDS and destroy reality TV all by yourself all at once; start out small. Get informed, figure out what's going on in the world. Write letters. Our generation is going to be in power someday, but we don't have to wait to start working for change---fight the stereotype! Be informed! Get involved!

Okay, sorry to sound so preachy. But don't think I don't mean every word. I do.

And now, on a lighter note, click this link for joy beyond your wildest dreams. For the love of God, somebody show that to Mrs. Hancock and videotape her reaction and send it to me. PLEASE.

Saturday, September 16, 2006

late night excursions

So, yeah, it's 4:28 am, and I just got back from going to this little 24-hour diner downtown with my roommate and six of her friends, a couple of whom were rather more than slightly inebriated. But it was fun. The less liquored up people were fun to talk to, and I had some yummy biscuits and gravy. And the two really drunk ones did shots of non-dairy creamer. I was amused.

On a slightly sadder note, the biscuits and gravy does constitute a lapse in my new non-meat-eating policy. But it wasn't a lot. I'll have you know, I could've had country fried steak. So it wasn't a veering off-track so much as a slight detour. Road construction, if you will.

Anyway....yeah I probably should go to bed here pretty quick. I have a hunch I might be keeping Sarah awake. Or maybe it's just the flamingo lights.....yeah, my mom sent me a string of pink flamingo lights. They rock my shoes, socks, and underwear, all at the same time. But I digress. I'm going to bed. 'Night all!

Sunday, September 10, 2006

I'm a party girl!

So, went to my first frat party last night. It was....interesting....No actually it wasn't that bad. Basically like a high school dance, except people were allowed to bring their booze in with them instead of having to chug it all down beforehand. It was beach-themed, so I got ley-ed. But I was a good kid, just so y'all know, no sex, no drugs, no alcohol for me. (Props to Mrs. B!) I did try a sip of a pina colada, but just a sip. I wanted to see what it tasted like, and it was pretty good, except for the cough-syrup aftertaste. Mmm, Robitussin. So yeah, lots of hot, sweaty college kids crammed into a room with loud rap music and some blacklights (which were really cool, btw) bumping and grinding, with the occasional dry hump thrown in by some of the more inebriated individuals. The dancing was fun enough; I usually enjoy dancing, as long as people aren't watching too closely. And it wasn't too wild or anything; at the registered parties (which this one was), the brothers all have various responsibilities to make sure everybody's behaving reasonably well and nothing's getting too out of hand. And I found it kind of cool that they didn't actually supply the alcohol there; people were allowed to bring in their own if they wanted, but it wasn't like, hey, free beer! or anything. So yeah. I danced with my roomie and her pals, and we had a pretty good time. After awhile I was getting kinda tired, and then some chick decided to shake up her Keystone Light and then wave it above her head while opening it, right next to me, so I got pretty much drenched, so after that I figured I'd had about enough. So one of Sarah's pals walked me back to my dorm and I came in and took a shower to wash the beer out of my hair, then did a little chillaxin' and went to bed.

In other news.....I think I've signed up for too many clubs, they're all conflicting---like, there are four different ones on Monday already! I hate having to choose. Oh well, at least there's nothing tonight; the Simpsons season premier is at seven, and there's a Law & Order SVU marathon on USA with my name on it! I better finish my homework, I suppose.....but I'm almost done. S'all good.

Friday, September 8, 2006

through the bathroom door

I met the people on the other side of the bathroom today. Yeah, in our suite, you can get to the next door suite through the bathroom. So my roommate and I went. We met the people over there. They're pretty cool. They have pet rats in their suite. Pretty awesome.

Classes started today. I like mine. My first one is 3rd period (10 a.m.) which is pretty great; it's Spanish, and for the first time since Oldenburg, I actually feel like I know what's going on in Spanish class. It rocks. I have Intro to Lit 5th hour, and it's pretty standard, and FP 6th period, which sounds like it'll be okay. And yeah. That's it. I'm likin' it.

In other news.....I'm going veg. Yeah, that's right. I'm turning to the dark side. I haven't eaten any meat in three days. We'll see how long this lasts.

Monday, September 4, 2006

College!

Woo-hoo, I made it, here I am at college! I know, I know, surprise surprise, you all thought I'd end up in a van down by the river DON'T LIE! Ahem....

So. College. Pretty cool so far. 'Course, this is only the third day, and we're still in the "orientation" phase, so, I'm still reserving judgment. But I'm having a good time. Everybody seems really nice. I haven't really gotten to know anybody yet; I figure I'll do better with that once I get into classes and clubs and such. There's a "club carnival" on Friday, where we sign up for stuff, and I'll probably sign up for like, 10 different things, so it'll be cool.

My roommate isn't here yet; she's a junior, and will not be arriving until tomorrow, I believe. That'll be an adventure, I guess, but it'll also be pretty handy, having an upperclassman to ask about stuff. So it'll be good.

My half of the dorm room is all pimped out with my wicked awesome stuff; I've got friend pictures all over my desk and bulletin board, and my color-coordinated bedding and decor (navy, blue, teal & lime green) looks great. My posters are spread out on the floor flattening for the moment, but once they are up my walls will be graced by the presence of Happy Bunny, Queen, the stars of Chicago, and the cast of Rent. I would put up pictures of it for you, but I have neither digital camera nor scanner, so, no.

I signed up for classes today, and I'll find out if I got them tomorrow. My advisor said I probably would though. So I'll likely be in Elementary Spanish II, Intro to Lit, and I forget the name but it's Freshman Preceptorial, which is required for all freshmen, so we'll see how that turns out lol.

And now the most important part (of course), the food. The caf is pretty great, I must say. Pizza available every day (woo!) and other great stuff too. I've been being good though; I'm eating salad with every meal (except breakfast) so I'm getting my veggies. And I've only had pizza once. (The other meal consisted of stuffing, pasta, and cottage cheese, plus salad; maybe not the most well-rounded meal ever, but it was delicious).

So yeah....that's all I got for now. I'm gonna go eat now; I think I'll have a salad, and maybe a slice of pizza.

Thursday, August 24, 2006

Myspace

Alright everybody, I did it. I made a myspace. Quit looking at me like that. It is here if you'd like to go check it out. I'm very proud of myself; I learned lots of HTML in the process of making it. I didn't even use an entirely premade layout either; I couldn't find one I liked, so I got one I kinda liked, changed the background and colors and some other bits and pieces, and came up with something I do like. I'm probably a lot more proud of that than is strictly warranted, but I couldn't have done it two days ago; I'm mostly computer illiterate, beyond basic school use and net surfing, so I feel accomplished. :D

So....yeah. I got nothin' else just now, so....later!

Tuesday, August 22, 2006

I'm so blind.

So my mom and I went to the eye doctor the other day. She's going to get more surgery to enhance the LASIK surgery she had 3 years ago, 'cause her eyes are no longer wonderful-perfect. I told her it's because she's old. She didn't seem too amused. 'Course, I think she oughta be spending the money on getting my eyes fixed, rather than getting hers "touched up," 'cause she can still see. Me without my glasses/contacts is like.....idk, something very very depressingly blind.

Ah well. C'est la vie, I suppose.

I'm thinking about getting a myspace. I mean, I know some people on there, that don't do art or anything so they're not on here, and I kinda.....wanna.....Don't look at me like that!

In other news.....

My fortune is, "Beauty is only a lightswitch away." What's yours?

Tuesday, August 15, 2006

shopping overload

Hi all, and how goes it? I can't believe how fast the summer's going. I got back from Florida on Sunday, and that was great fun. Florida, I mean. The getting back was pretty standard. But yeah, Florida, beach, fun-in-the-sun, pretty basic, cool vacay.

So then yesterday was insane---we (my mom and I) were out running errands and such all day; college preparations, ya know. We dropped off my bike at the bike repair place to get it in working order to take with me, and we dropped my laptop off at the jeweler's to get my name engraved on the back so hopefully it won't grow legs at college. Then we went to Wells Fargo and opened two accounts for me, one checking and one savings---it's this college plan thing they've got, where you get the two accounts plus a credit card and a check card, which is pretty handy, but then I also sent in a credit card application Monday, before we found out about that, so now within 10 business days or so, I'll have two credit cards, a check card, and a box of checks with my name on them. Not too bad for a girl who currently uses only cash or the occasional food scrap.

Then after that we went to Fashion Bug to do some prerequisite back-to-school wardrobe perking. They were having their end-of-summer uber-clearance type thing, so we got some pretty sweet deals. I actually got a dress. I have no idea what I'll do with it, but I have it. Including my prom dress, this makes three dresses I've bought since age four, and before that I can't remember, so...yeah. I mean, I like a good twirly skirt, but dresses? Idk I just never wear them.

Anyway, so then we went to Office Depot and got my brother's school supplies, his pencil box and number two pencils and Crayola crayons......ah, third grade. *sigh* Those were the days. :) And we got a dry-erase/bulletin board combo for my dorm room, plus some notebooks and stuff like that for me. I got my very own stapler. It rocks.

Later today we're going to go pick up my laptop and then go to K-Mart or someplace for a lamp and comforter and other stuff for my dorm room, and I think after that my mother may well explode from shopping overload. She's not a fan. At least we got the clothes shopping all done yesterday; she really hates that.

Thursday, August 3, 2006

gorgeous night

So yeah, I'm feeling all contemplative and antisocial this evening. We had Game Night earlier, which was freakin' sweet. Basically it's where a bunch of people from school and a couple teachers go to school and play board games. That's right: willingly going to school in the summer. 'Cause I'm such a rebel like that. But anyway, that was great; we played Tripoley and Pounce, plus a halfhearted attempt at Sardines and then a raging game of Truth or Dare. It was grand. And we caught two bats and set them free outside. I love that there are bats in our school; keeps things interesting. But yeah, so I'm all peopled out for now. I've gotta hang out in the peace and quiet and "recharge," so to speak. But it's all good.

In other news, it's a gorgeous night out. I was driving home from Game Night with all the windows down and the moon roof open and pretending, as I so often do, that I'm in a convertible, and it was so cool---the sky is really clear and you can see a ton of stars, and then north and west of here there's some wicked awesome heat lightning going on. The moon's big and half full and kind of, idk, hazy-looking, orangeish from all the stuff in the air, but it looks really pretty, and it's still awfully humid, but it's cooled off a lot so it's really pretty pleasant out.

I was enjoying it so much that when I got to my house I didn't even stop; I just kept right on going into town, and then I basically drove around the whole perimeter of the town, just outside the city limits where it's mostly woods and stuff, and then back out into the country for awhile on a couple of my favorite county roads. It was so cool, all cornfields and woods and stars, just the noise from my car and the wind in my hair and the singing from all the crickets and night bugs....it was grand. I came to this one intersection where there were fields on three sides and woods on the other, and there were no other cars and you couldn't see any lights from town or any houses, and it was so pretty; I pulled over and just sat there for a minute, looking at the stars---it was breathtaking, honestly, and I know that sounds cheesy, but it was.

Shortly thereafter, I figured I probably ought to head home, 'cause I was wasting gas for no good reason, and it was getting kind of late....I don't have to worry about curfew anymore, being 18 and all, but still, it's never a good idea to tempt fate; the cops around here are notorious for hassling teenagers whenever possible.

So I moseyed on back to the ranch, as my dear papi would say, and found Dakota awake downstairs watching Fear Factor. Honestly, doesn't that child ever sleep? She stayed up 'til at least five last night watching TV, and Mom said when she got up at eight Dakota was on the computer already. But anyway, so I waved and said I was going to bed and snuck out to the deck in our backyard instead, and here I sit with my trusty laptop. I was gonna go up on the roof, but I can't find the ladder and I don't want to risk stacking chairs in the dark. The light's kind of starting to attract bugs, but besides that, it's pretty nice; there's still a good breeze going, and as I just got through raving about, it is a gorgeous night.

So yeah, that's all I've got for now. The bugs are starting to get to me, so I'm gonna turn this off and watch the lightning for a bit more. Maybe I'll see a shooting star. Night all!

Tuesday, August 1, 2006

My head hurts.

....hey look, a journal! O_o

I am so out of it right now....so yeah, my cousin Dakota's here. She's twelve. Sweet kid, but annoying as socks. How annoying are socks, you ask? Very annoying, I tell you. Very very annoying. But she's asleep now. I can deal with kids when they're asleep. It's the awake part that gets me. Where does all that energy come from? It's a hundred fucking degrees outside! Be sluggish, for chrissakes! It's tiring just being in the same room for five minutes!

But as I said, she's asleep now, for which I'm glad. Gives me a chance to do some chillaxing in my pleasantly dim room with my best friends the laptop and the oscillating fan.

Which brings me indirectly to my next point: apparently the whole time I was off road-tripping and suchness, my mummy dear didn't clean out the cat's litter box. Mind you, this has been like, three weeks. And it's right next to my room. So guess whose room smells like litter box?

.....

I have a headache the size of Kansas right now.

Just thought you all should know that.

...

okay I'm gonna go die now. Night all.

Sunday, July 30, 2006

Didja miss me?

Hello all, and how goes life? Contrary to popular belief, I'm not dead; I've been road tripping and chillaxing and partying and other great things. Kim and I drove to Minnesota and went to the Mall of America, which was glorious and grand. 12+ hour drive, but I didn't mind. Then we went to southern MN to hang with my Aunt Lori for a few days, and that was awesome, 'cause Lori's insane, and we had a great time. Then another 12+ hour drive back to Kim's, where I stayed a few days and we just kinda putzed around town and such, and then last night we had a raging party for our friend Andy who just got back from seven weeks in Germany. It was pretty sweet, about a dozen of us, plus lots of pop and pizza and junk food, and cards and a movie and just fun shit. It was good times.

So that's what I've been up to lately. Now I'm getting ready to head off to Florida on Thursday with Sarah, which should be a raging good time, and then after that it's a bit of shopping and off to college, woo! I hope I like it. I think I shall.

Nothing else to report at the moment; I must be off to make a couple telephone calls, so I'll leave you all to your own devices now. Have a lovely day!

Sunday, July 16, 2006

Holy crap!

Hello all! I had a superb time yesterday at the fantastarrific lake party with Sarah and others. 'Twas a glorious and saucy event. Oh yeah.

In other news....Christ on a bike, my schedule is getting pretty crowded here. Now Holly wants to have a birthday party this week, plus I have to get my car in for a new radiator, take it somewhere else to get the exhaust fixed, find time to pack a week's worth of clothes, and get down to Kim's by Friday. Then we've got a coming-home party to go to for a friend who's coming back from two months in Germany, a fair to enjoy, and then hit the road for our awesome road trip across the Upper Midwest. Then we have to get back from our road trip in time for me to do a load of laundry and pack another week's worth of clothes and meet up with Sarah and her fam on Thursday 8/3 to go to Florida for a week. And sometime soon after I get back, Kim's having a birthday party before she heads off to college. And then I will be heading off to college. Dear god. Excuse me, I have to go lie down now.

Wednesday, July 12, 2006

Waiting for a life...

So anyway.....see my life's pretty boring just now.

BUT...

I'm planning a road trip!!!! It should be greatly fun, if we can get it pulled together. It's gonna be me and Kim and we're going to the Mall of America and possibly Mount Rushmore, and on the way we'll stop and see my Aunt Lori in MN who is awesome....and.....yeah. We'll be camping instead of staying in hotels, and taking a cooler instead of buying food, so hopefully we'll actually be able to afford this venture. The biggest expense will be gas, which will be pretty significant, seeing as how it's a 2300+ miles trip there and back. @.@ But I think we'll be able to pull it off. I'm so excited!

In other news, I can't wait for this weekend---it shall be a blast. I'm going to some lake somewhere with Sarah H. and I don't know who all else, and yeah it totally sounds like I don't know a thing about what's going on, and really I don't, but it shall be greatly fun. This I know.

So, yeah. Later!

Sunday, June 25, 2006

*phew*

*sigh of relief* ahhhh okay so my graduation party is over. And I think I'd call it a success. We have about a million tons of food left over, but oh well. I told Mom we should mail it to China, but she didn't think that'd be such a great idea....hm....

But anyway...yeah it was supposed to be a "backyard barbecue," at least, that's what the invitations said, but then we decided to put the food in the kitchen instead of outside, and it was kind of hot out, so it turned into more of a sitting-around-in-the-living-room-ecue, and then some people left and it turned into a my-mom-and-her-friends-drinking-more-margaritas-than-is-strictly-necessary-ecue, and then it turned into a my-mom-and-her-friends-being-pretty-embarassingly-inebriated-ecue, and then somebody showed up with marshmallows and we made s'mores. O_o Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to my life. But it was fun anyway.

And then everybody finally left and my mummy dearest and I put away all the perishable food items and set about counting up my loot. I made over $600 in cash and checks, and better than $700 if you count the two gift cards and the prepaid gas card I got. Oh yeah. Pretty freakin' sweet. I told my mom I should have graduation parties more often.

And then I got out the helium tank and sang the Chipmunks Christmas song. :D

So yeah....in other news, I got a haircut. Which doesn't sound all that surprising, but anyone who really knows me also knows that I haven't had an actual haircut in two years. It was getting pretty insane, all down my back and in the way all the time, and I always wore it up 'cause it was a pain in the ass, so I chopped it off and donated it to Locks of Love (which, by the way, is a free haircut at participating locations---I did not know that). Almost fourteen inches. Went from almost-down-to-my-waist to not-quite-down-to-my-chin. My head feels so strange and light now. I like it. And a bunch of people have been complimenting me on it, so I guess it must be at least somewhat cute. :)

la di da de do do dooooo......

I can't wait 'til Thursday! Kim's coming back up and we're going to pick up my mom in Wisconsin and go camping! :D

Later!

Monday, June 12, 2006

*is in shock*

Hey, lookit me, I GRADUATED!!! Wow. Yeah I'm still kind of in shock here guys.

Anyway, now it's down to the lovely business of getting ready for my party. Which, I'm quite calm about the whole thing, but my mother is going berserk. And it's not for like, 2 weeks. Honestly. I have to get up at 7 a.m. tomorrow to vacuum before the carpet cleaning people get here. I asked my mumsy dear if that wasn't a bit redundant, vacuuming the carpets right before the professionals come to clean them, but she just glared at me so I ran away to the other room. It can get rather terrifying when my mummy dearest puts on her angry face.

And besides that, I'm FREE!!! I've got a whole lovely and mainly stress-free summer laid out before me, one last hurrah before I'm off to college. And no, I'm not falling off the face of the earth when I go; yes, there will be more summers to come, but I'm going to make this one special. Yes. I shall. It shall be grand. So there.

So yeah. I think I'm going to go to bed now. It's not even midnight, but I've got some early-morning house-cleaning to do. Oh the joy. So yeah. Later peeps!

Tuesday, May 30, 2006

anticipation

Okay, so things are finally almost falling into place; they're getting this close, and I am getting so ANTSY!!! The end of this week will be such a glorious release of tension. Like the biggest orgasm in the world. Sorry, I'm enjoying my dirty metaphors today. Anyway, yes, I shall elaborate:

1) THURSDAY IS MY LAST DAY AT SUBWAY!!!!!! Words cannot express to you the utter joy this thought brings to my heart.

2) Today was the final day of my senior internship. Now I just have to finish my journals and go have my final meeting with my advisor tomorrow and I will be all set to graduate! Woo!

3) We finally have my open house invitations. They are here at the house; now we just have to put them in envelopes and address them and send them on their way! With the way my mother has been going on and on about this, it will be such a relief to get them done.

4) On Thursday, I shall clean the house. All of it. Vacuuming, dusting, picking up junk, the works. My mother will love me so much, she'll buy me a monkey. Or maybe not. But it will be wonderful.

5) Kim's graduation party is this weekend, so yours truly shall be heading south on Friday, yay!

But yeah. When Friday afternoon comes, you have no idea how utterly happy I will be. But I have to get there first. ARGH I can't stand the waiting!

Saturday, May 20, 2006

new gadgets and such

So yeah....I think my mother's trying to buy my love.

And I'm LOVING IT!!!!

Anyway, so on Wednesday, we went to Ft. Wayne (the big city; how sad is that) to order my graduation party invitations, because my sister works at Kinko's-FedEx whatever it's called, and can get us a 30% discount. Pretty flippin sweet.

So then after we did that, we went to Best Buy and I'm all like, "What are we doing here?" And she said, "Well you need a laptop for college, right?" Well we had discussed this earlier, and she had seemed pretty set on getting me a desktop, if anything, so it wouldn't "grow legs." Which seemed reasonable, but I really wanted a laptop. So I was all happy and surprised and I'm like, "Okay." So we go in and talk to this salesguy in the computer area who's a real ass, and after a little bit he went off somewhere else, and she was like, "This is ridiculous, I'm not buying ANYTHING from him. Let's go to Circuit City."

So I figured we were leaving, but no, she walks over to the MP3 players instead and starts checking them out, and I asked her what she was doing, and she's like, "Well you've been talking about one of those e-Pod-things for forever; d'you wanna get one?" And I was like, "Well SURE." (C'mon, d'ya really think I'm gonna turn that down?) So we got one; not an iPod, I really have no desire for one; it's a nifty little Phillips doohickey, 30 gigs, and it's got this sweet touch-screen thing instead of just buttons---looks like a James Bond gadget or something.

So THEN we go to Circuit City, and there's a really nice salesguy there, so we bought me a lovely HP laptop with all the wireless-ness and CD/DVD playing/burning/awesome-ness and every other totally awesome thing you can think of (well, enough for me anyway) and a nifty backpack to carry it around in so I don't kill it in my bookbag like we all know I would, me being the super-klutz that I am.

So yeah. It was sweet. And then this evening I had to work, and I had to work with Candace, which I was NOT looking forward to because she has a tendency to be a....well....lazy bitch, that's really the only way to put it. But yeah, she was actually nice, and we got most everything done, which was surprising, considering how goddamned busy it was. DAMN YOU, ROANOKE TOWN-WIDE GARAGE SALE DAY!!!

anyhoo.....

So yeah I've been playing with my new gadgets the past few days---I got just about all of my gazillion CDs' worth of music put on there so I can carry around one sweet little gadget instead of my discman and my huge honking CD case.....Oh I'm so happy! :D

.....hold on a second.....

Dude there was just a huge car wreck outside my house---there's like, six police cars and an ambulance out there blocking half the highway....glad I'm already here.

Alrighty well I gots ta run now, play some more with my new stuff.

Later peeps!

Tuesday, May 16, 2006

hello peopleses

Dude.....so yeah, went to C'bury's prom this weekend. It was prom-ish. The music sucked and there were live goldfish used as centerpieces, but I still looked fab and had lots of fun with my pallies, so I *might* forgive them. And I went to a party at Sarah W's house which was great fun.

Anyhoo....Happy birthday to Laura today; go tell her so yourself too 'cause she's awesome and deserves your love. (Go now. DO IT. *pokes you*)

I'd considered jumping on the bandwagon and making one of those "Things I Need to Get Done" journals, but then I figured you all didn't really care that much, and I didn't want to bore you, so suffice it to say I'm working on another short story, possibly two, and they WILL be done SOMETIME THIS YEAR, goddammit... If nothing else I'll do them right after graduation, when I'm feeling inspired by my lack of anything else to do.

Um.....yeah. Gonna go now. Later peeps!

Sunday, May 7, 2006

prom, poetry, paronomasia

Okay so there's really no paronomasia involved in this journal entry, I just needed something else that started with "p." Don't know what it means? Dictionary.com is your friend.

Anyway, yeah. Went to prom at OA on Saturday; it pretty much kicked ass, and I looked stellar in my awesome dress and bling and such, if I do say so myself, and I do. We had dinner beforehand at my friend Mia's house; her dad cooked and it was DELICIOUS. Then we had dessert at my friend Paul's house, which his mom cooked, and it was also DELICIOUS. And we had our after-prom party at Paul's too, with hot dogs and leftover dessert and other snacks, and we played Taboo and Euchre and basically had a blast. Kim and I and somebody else, I think Lisa, had to borrow clothes from Paul 'cause we forgot to bring something to change into out of our dresses, and it was rather comical, seeing as how he's about a foot and a half taller than me so his shorts were down way past my knees.... Anyway, it was great. We didn't get back to Kim's until after 4 a.m. and then we slept like the dead until noon. Good times.

Anyhow.....yeah that's pretty much it. Peace out, peoples.

Monday, May 1, 2006

I'm surrounded by incompetence.

So yeah, I got a meeting w/the stupid a---er, manager---on Wednesday; I'm gonna give him what-for and put in my 2 weeks. Ass. Ah I will so love not having to work there anymore. Although I will certainly miss my (crappy) paychecks. But yes. It's a sacrifice I'm willing to make. :P

And I should be taking the AP English Language & Comp. exam right now, but somebody *cough ELLER cough* didn't order my exam. Ass. So he has to call the AP people and see if he can get another one and have me take it some other time. Gr. *steams*

Friday, April 21, 2006

AAARRRGGGHHH!!!

Okay, so I'm really sick of Subway. Like, yeah. I wanna kill it. And daylight savings time. Stupid Mitch Daniels. I wish he'd just go die, or better yet, do something so incredibly stupid and offensive that even his goddamn sheep supporters would see what a moron he is and we could have a reason to boot him out. But still, the damage is already done. Damn daylight savings time. We seemed to be getting along just fine without it.

But I digress....see, the reason I'm all mad at DST is that now, everybody's all like, "Hey, let's go to Subway at 9:52 pm! woo!" We close at 10 o'clock, right, and I'm all by my lonesome because the pre-closer leaves at nine, and so I've got like, ten people in line and a huge pile of dishes to do and a million other things besides. AND they've added more stuff to do to the closer's list. So whereas I used to be able to get out of there by 10:15 on a reasonable night, now I'm there 'til 10:50 or later. Joy. AND, the fucking lock on the door still isn't fixed. It's been broken for over 10 months now. YOU CAN'T LOCK THE FUCKING DOOR FROM THE INSIDE!!!!! I didn't mind it so much when I was only there for like, 15 minutes, but if I'm gonna be there for almost an HOUR, well, yeah. I don't like it, and I don't care if it is the tiniest little excuse for a town in the world, it's on the goddamn highway alright? You can't just assume nothing's going to happen, because that's when something DOES happen---we already got burglarized once since I've been working there---I DON'T LIKE IT. GRRR!!!!

Anyway....yeah. I'm in a pissy mood tonight. I'm even cursing, I'm so grouchy. Ah well. It feels good to drop the f-bomb now and again---it lets off steam. And sometimes you just have to sit and stew, so that's what I'm doing. The whole world's full of fucking idiots and they're all being drawn to ME. Fuck.

I'm going to bed now. Meh.

Monday, April 17, 2006

My spring break was better than yours.

WOOT! So anyway, I'm back, and I have finally achieved that wonderous feat of having "NO NEW MESSAGES" again---whew! Remind me not to leave for two weeks at a time again....sheesh.....

So anyway, yes, Mexico was grand. Eight of us went, and we stayed with Mexican families, and took Spanish classes at the ICO (Instituto Cultural de Oaxaca, or something close to that) and workshops in the afternoon (I took ceramics and weaving) and salsa lessons! And then besides that we walked around Oaxaca a bunch and saw all sorts of interesting things, and we took trips to Tule, Teotitlan, and Monte Alban. Tule is this little village where they have a ginormous tree which is about 2000 years old; it is really famous for all the shapes you can see in its branches, supposedly. I could see most of them, but, well, I think some people have too much time on their hands. But it was nifty anyway. Teotitlan is another village, which is famous for its weaving. We got to see people weaving stuff by hand and the stuff they use to dye it and everthing; very interesting. I bought a rug. It is loverly. And then Monte Alban is ruins, and ruins are ruins, what more can I say? They were cool. The stairs were huge. It was on top of a mountain so there was a nice view.

Anyway, it was a lovely trip. My pictures were taken with a crummy $4 camera, so we'll see what I come up with when I get the film developed, but don't expect anything. If you want to see pictures (and you should) go check out Brock's page; he went too, and he's got some good ones. He also has a list on his page of the many hilarious inside jokes that none of you will understand because you weren't there but you should see them anyway because you just should.

So yeah. Good times. It almost makes me wish I wasn't graduating this year so I could go again next year. Almost. :D

Alrighty, well, yeah. I gotta go to bed now, 'cause I don't have school tomorrow and I have PLANS!!!

Brock, tu sabes.

Later!

Wednesday, March 15, 2006

random journal-ness

Yeah so I'm REALLY bored, so I'm gonna do a journal. woo!

Not much to write about...er....can't wait for spring break! two weeks in Mexico, complete Spanish language immersion, I'm gonna die! But hopefully I'll learn a lot. I'm getting so restless, I'm SO IMPATIENT!

Um....well, my grades last quarter ROCKED! And surprise surprise, my mom like, didn't even care. Whatever. I expected no less. :roll: Ah well, I'm proud.

Kim's coming this weekend, woo!

I'm in English right now, which sucks 'cause it's REALLY dull and I'm totally hyper. *spazzes*

Alright well that was fun. Blah....

Tuesday, March 14, 2006

things that make me happy

Alright so we had to write this paper for Ethics class about whether we think ethical behavior is increasing or decreasing in society, and mine was slightly less than optimistic, so now I’m kind of in a blah sort of mood…well everybody says you’re supposed to stop and smell the roses, be thankful for all the nice little things in life, right? so I’m gonna make a list. Here goes….

Things that make me happy:

kitties
long swishy skirts that you can twirl in
when you get a new CD and the lyrics are printed for you right there in the booklet
English accents
euchre
new pens
really windy days when you can lean into the wind and it’ll hold you up
pianos
rainbows
the way my house smells when we open all the windows for the first time in the spring
peeling Elmer’s glue off my fingers
Disney movies (the good ones)
blond jokes
weekends
playing in the rain
getting giggle fits in choir
thunderstorms
my friends
getting so lost in a good book I forget what time it is
purple lilacs
dancing
glow sticks (especially playing Red Rover with them at night in the backyard)
writing silly things in my econ book
long car trips
getting letters from friends
fencing with posters/kitchen utensils at K-Mart
hugs
talking for hours with somebody about anything, everything, and nothing at all
Ben & Jerry’s ice cream
really dark nights when the stars go on forever
feeling loved and appreciated

Alrighty well that’s it for now. I’m in a good mood again :D

Later pallies!

Monday, March 6, 2006

weekend and such

Awesome weekend, MUCHO CONGRATS to everyone in the play, it rocked my toe socks. Had people over, went out for Mexican and Indian food all in one day (not the same meal though), played euchre and Phase 10, stole leftover birthday cake from my lil bro's party, and much much more. It was wonderful.

AND....I got a prom dress! and shoes!! and it took less than an hour of shopping!!! That HAS to be a record. I despise clothes shopping, so it was glorious. And I got a wonderful deal and they are quite gorgeous if I do say so myself, which I do. :D Now I just need to find a dress for graduation (ack) and I'll be all set---with any luck, I'll never need to buy another formal dress again! Well, we'll see how that works out, anyway.

Alrighty well I'm slowly dying of a horrid cold, so I'm gonna go find some sinus medicine and fall asleep watching the last of the Oscars. Night all!