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Thursday, February 12, 2009
Monday, February 9, 2009
Ah, love. What a waste of energy.
So Friday I had a "good talk" with Rhianon. It's always so nice when you find out someone else had parents as screwed up as yours. There is nothing that builds a friendship faster... For once it was nice that I wasn't the one crying. I just got to listen to her. I'm glad I could be that ear and I'm even more glad that I had such good advice and didn't give it. Five points to me for knowing when to shut up.
After that started my bitch-fest of a weekend with Z. We fought every ten minutes all the way up to Sunday night, which spawned one of those fights that had to do with nothing that had happened that weekend but the weekend caused the fight... You know what I mean? Followed by crying. Followed by making up. Followed by making up cuddling. Followed by make up sex.
Ah, love. What a waste of energy.
After that started my bitch-fest of a weekend with Z. We fought every ten minutes all the way up to Sunday night, which spawned one of those fights that had to do with nothing that had happened that weekend but the weekend caused the fight... You know what I mean? Followed by crying. Followed by making up. Followed by making up cuddling. Followed by make up sex.
Ah, love. What a waste of energy.
Wednesday, January 21, 2009
Brrr.
I know I trash on southerners for forgetting how to drive if they even see rain but the fact that the ENTIRE city shut down yesterday for approximately five snowflakes is ridiculous.
That said.
I AM FREEZING.
That said.
I AM FREEZING.
Tuesday, January 20, 2009
I've already told you, I can't draw.
So I've been studying my ass off for a math quiz taking place tomorrow. Now, mind you, I've only had two class sessions thus far: this quiz is "review." Meaning I'm supposed to know all of this crap in order to survive the course...
Rhianon and I made another attempt at escaping by trying to bribe the art teacher to open up two more seats in her already capacity class. She said she admired our determination and empathized with our distaste for math but she was already using clip boards for easels this term...
It doesn't matter much. The only thing I can draw well is a spade...
So I guess I'll have to continue suffering through math class instead of suffering through art class.
Wish me luck.
Rhianon and I made another attempt at escaping by trying to bribe the art teacher to open up two more seats in her already capacity class. She said she admired our determination and empathized with our distaste for math but she was already using clip boards for easels this term...
It doesn't matter much. The only thing I can draw well is a spade...
So I guess I'll have to continue suffering through math class instead of suffering through art class.
Wish me luck.
Thursday, January 15, 2009
You held me down in this starless city...
Dear Gravity,
Thank you for helping me find Venge today, I thought I lost him in the washer.
Also, thank you for making my math program work with my computer.
Please make me get to school on time tomorrow so we can get the spot we want in class,
And please let my math teacher give an extension for our program registration.
Amen.
Thank you for helping me find Venge today, I thought I lost him in the washer.
Also, thank you for making my math program work with my computer.
Please make me get to school on time tomorrow so we can get the spot we want in class,
And please let my math teacher give an extension for our program registration.
Amen.
Wednesday, January 14, 2009
I wish I had a cool name like Rhianon.
I am here to announce to you all that:
I am a psychic.
It's only the first day of class and I can already tell you what my grade in Pre-Calculus Algebra will be.
Oh yea, I said it: Pre-Calculus Algebra. Wtf is that shit anyway?! You get to pick ONE mathematical discipline for the name of your class. Two divisions of math in the title DOES NOT give you the right to make your class twice the pain in my ass that it already is, got it?! I am so going to fail...
I wasn't in the room for fifteen minutes before I was wondering what class I should replace this one with and if I could still squeeze all my credits in before 1:00pm... Then Rhianon gives me her big brown puppy eyes and a "don't leave me in this Hell hole alone" look. While I only feel mildly guilty about being ready to abandon my friend who bent over backwards to take philosophy with me this term, I know that most of the classes I'm eligible for will be full by now.
She humors me though, and we go check out which courses are still open. I get her "I told you so" grin when nothing but Biology 3 (Wtf is Biology 3?! Where does my school get this shit?!) comes up on my search for classes with open seats.
I don't want to loose my hard-ass edge by letting Rhianon think I'm staying in the class just for her so I complain that I don't want to take independent photography this term (Nicki can back me up: Independent photography was my all time favorite class in high school) so I'll just have to stick with math.
She thanks me. She thanks me. I should be thanking Rhianon. Sure, she reminds me of my little sister like crazy, which in itself attaches me to her but... She's one of the first people in over two years that I can really, genuinely admit to liking. She's a cool, smart girl. I love how shy she is because I feel like I make her have fun when I pull her out of her shell. And she balances my dramatic personality well. Everything she is good at, I'm not (drawing, math, being on time to class). Everything I am good at, she isn't (philosophy, public speaking, being an outright bitch). Aside from all the nice things I can say about her on paper, she has this x-factor that just makes me want to run up to her and say "I like you so much! Be my friend!"
It's a good feeling to connect with someone like that. I think she views me in the same way. We are just too new to one another to jump to conclusions, ya know? I haven't wanted someone to be my buddy like this since freshman year of high school...
If you happen to bump into Rhianon, don't tell her that I'm braving this damn math class just so I can hang out with her more. I can't have anyone (including myself) knowing/understanding that I want this friend (not A friend but THIS friend) so badly.
I am a psychic.
It's only the first day of class and I can already tell you what my grade in Pre-Calculus Algebra will be.
Oh yea, I said it: Pre-Calculus Algebra. Wtf is that shit anyway?! You get to pick ONE mathematical discipline for the name of your class. Two divisions of math in the title DOES NOT give you the right to make your class twice the pain in my ass that it already is, got it?! I am so going to fail...
I wasn't in the room for fifteen minutes before I was wondering what class I should replace this one with and if I could still squeeze all my credits in before 1:00pm... Then Rhianon gives me her big brown puppy eyes and a "don't leave me in this Hell hole alone" look. While I only feel mildly guilty about being ready to abandon my friend who bent over backwards to take philosophy with me this term, I know that most of the classes I'm eligible for will be full by now.
She humors me though, and we go check out which courses are still open. I get her "I told you so" grin when nothing but Biology 3 (Wtf is Biology 3?! Where does my school get this shit?!) comes up on my search for classes with open seats.
I don't want to loose my hard-ass edge by letting Rhianon think I'm staying in the class just for her so I complain that I don't want to take independent photography this term (Nicki can back me up: Independent photography was my all time favorite class in high school) so I'll just have to stick with math.
She thanks me. She thanks me. I should be thanking Rhianon. Sure, she reminds me of my little sister like crazy, which in itself attaches me to her but... She's one of the first people in over two years that I can really, genuinely admit to liking. She's a cool, smart girl. I love how shy she is because I feel like I make her have fun when I pull her out of her shell. And she balances my dramatic personality well. Everything she is good at, I'm not (drawing, math, being on time to class). Everything I am good at, she isn't (philosophy, public speaking, being an outright bitch). Aside from all the nice things I can say about her on paper, she has this x-factor that just makes me want to run up to her and say "I like you so much! Be my friend!"
It's a good feeling to connect with someone like that. I think she views me in the same way. We are just too new to one another to jump to conclusions, ya know? I haven't wanted someone to be my buddy like this since freshman year of high school...
If you happen to bump into Rhianon, don't tell her that I'm braving this damn math class just so I can hang out with her more. I can't have anyone (including myself) knowing/understanding that I want this friend (not A friend but THIS friend) so badly.
Tuesday, January 13, 2009
Dear Baby In Nicki's Tummy...
Dear Baby In Nicki's Tummy...
First I would like to congratulate you on being conceived by one of my best friends and thus receiving damn-near-perfect DNA. I can only hope that you are a girl, as I love the girl's name your parents have picked out. I also pray that you are as much of a smart ass and a good friend to someone as your mother was to me... If and when you ever decide you may need to escape your parents during your teenage years, you are welcome in advance to hide-out at my place. I promise to ease your mind by telling you all the marvelous ways your mommy-dearest gave everyone in her vicinity (including myself) premature white hair *cough*wedding*cough*.
And Dear Nicki and Michael...
Congratulations on conceiving the baby in Nicki's tummy by mixing your damn-near-perfect DNA. I can only hope you have a girl who is just like Nicki, in order to get you both back for the premature white hair you gave almost everyone in your vicinity with your wedding. *grins* I am so excited and happy for you both. I wish I could be there to see the squished up little bundle of joy when *crosses fingers* she is born. I know you will make wonderful parents and a loving family for your child and each other. That said. This is for Nicki courtesy of BreastFeeding.com.
Affectionately Yours,
Beens.
A woman goes to her doctor who verifies that she is pregnant. This is her first pregnancy. The doctor asks her if she has any questions. She replies, "Well, I'm a little worried about the pain. How much will childbirth hurt?"
The doctor answered, "Well, that varies from woman to woman and pregnancy to pregnancy and besides, it's difficult to describe pain.""I know, but can't you give me some idea?" she asks.
"Grab your upper lip and pull it out a little..."
"Like this?"
"A little more..."
"Like this?"
"No. A little more..."
"Like this?"
"Yes. Does that hurt?"
"A little bit."
"Now stretch it over your head!"
*grins*
First I would like to congratulate you on being conceived by one of my best friends and thus receiving damn-near-perfect DNA. I can only hope that you are a girl, as I love the girl's name your parents have picked out. I also pray that you are as much of a smart ass and a good friend to someone as your mother was to me... If and when you ever decide you may need to escape your parents during your teenage years, you are welcome in advance to hide-out at my place. I promise to ease your mind by telling you all the marvelous ways your mommy-dearest gave everyone in her vicinity (including myself) premature white hair *cough*wedding*cough*.
And Dear Nicki and Michael...
Congratulations on conceiving the baby in Nicki's tummy by mixing your damn-near-perfect DNA. I can only hope you have a girl who is just like Nicki, in order to get you both back for the premature white hair you gave almost everyone in your vicinity with your wedding. *grins* I am so excited and happy for you both. I wish I could be there to see the squished up little bundle of joy when *crosses fingers* she is born. I know you will make wonderful parents and a loving family for your child and each other. That said. This is for Nicki courtesy of BreastFeeding.com.
Affectionately Yours,
Beens.
A woman goes to her doctor who verifies that she is pregnant. This is her first pregnancy. The doctor asks her if she has any questions. She replies, "Well, I'm a little worried about the pain. How much will childbirth hurt?"
The doctor answered, "Well, that varies from woman to woman and pregnancy to pregnancy and besides, it's difficult to describe pain.""I know, but can't you give me some idea?" she asks.
"Grab your upper lip and pull it out a little..."
"Like this?"
"A little more..."
"Like this?"
"No. A little more..."
"Like this?"
"Yes. Does that hurt?"
"A little bit."
"Now stretch it over your head!"
*grins*
Friday, January 9, 2009
Dear Universe...
I cannot thank you enough for your impeccable timing when it comes to FUCKING WITH ME!
So my classes start back up this coming Wednesday and I'm all geared up for what may be my toughest term yet as it includes:
1. A beefy math class. I am completely math-intolerant.
2. An advanced philosophy class (which will undoubtedly cause more than one argument between me and my estranged boyfriend).
3. Another women's studies class (same effect as philosophy class expected here).
4. A reading/essay packed English class.
5. And finally completely at the last minute and against my will, a French class.
I'm not bitching because I love school and this won't be tooooo painful if I stop seeing all friends and family and making time to eat. My issue arose when my trusty laptop that has pulled me out of more sticky situations than any of Jame Bond's little grappling-hook/pen gadgets ever could have BREAKS.
I'm not so computer savvy so I don't know the proper terminology for whatever happened. And I don't care. All I know is that out of nowhere, while I'm perusing the AoC forums for how to craft my lv 70 gear, my screen blinks, beeps, then goes completely black and even my super-computer-genius boyfriend can't make it start back up. You like how this happens right aaafter Christmas when all the laptops would have been on killer sales? It's not like I can afford to wait until tax-refund sales are going on either. I need a laptop for school NOW.
So. I sit here at my damn near prehistoric desk top computer at home, wishing I was typing on my mean-blue!-gaming machine which resides at my boyfriend's house... I'll be all over the east coast this weekend hoping to find something suitable that won't cost me my left arm or first child. It won't help that I'll have an anti-Mac, computer-snob boyfriend who knows (not thinks he knows, but KNOWS) almost everything about computers with me, ready to turn his nose up at anything we come across.
Ugh. All I wanted to do this weekend was watch the LoTR extended editions... Wish me luck.
So my classes start back up this coming Wednesday and I'm all geared up for what may be my toughest term yet as it includes:
1. A beefy math class. I am completely math-intolerant.
2. An advanced philosophy class (which will undoubtedly cause more than one argument between me and my estranged boyfriend).
3. Another women's studies class (same effect as philosophy class expected here).
4. A reading/essay packed English class.
5. And finally completely at the last minute and against my will, a French class.
I'm not bitching because I love school and this won't be tooooo painful if I stop seeing all friends and family and making time to eat. My issue arose when my trusty laptop that has pulled me out of more sticky situations than any of Jame Bond's little grappling-hook/pen gadgets ever could have BREAKS.
I'm not so computer savvy so I don't know the proper terminology for whatever happened. And I don't care. All I know is that out of nowhere, while I'm perusing the AoC forums for how to craft my lv 70 gear, my screen blinks, beeps, then goes completely black and even my super-computer-genius boyfriend can't make it start back up. You like how this happens right aaafter Christmas when all the laptops would have been on killer sales? It's not like I can afford to wait until tax-refund sales are going on either. I need a laptop for school NOW.
So. I sit here at my damn near prehistoric desk top computer at home, wishing I was typing on my mean-blue!-gaming machine which resides at my boyfriend's house... I'll be all over the east coast this weekend hoping to find something suitable that won't cost me my left arm or first child. It won't help that I'll have an anti-Mac, computer-snob boyfriend who knows (not thinks he knows, but KNOWS) almost everything about computers with me, ready to turn his nose up at anything we come across.
Ugh. All I wanted to do this weekend was watch the LoTR extended editions... Wish me luck.
Wednesday, December 31, 2008
Monday, December 29, 2008
So while contemplating life with the aid of a bottle and a half of cheap wine...
So while contemplating life with the aid of a bottle and a half of cheap wine...
I have had some interesting epiphanies:
Number 1. And probably the most important! The Hills is by far, hands down, better than The City. I'm sorry, I love Whitney but I just think she is better as a sounding board for Lauren's life rather than a stand alone main character. I don't think The City will be able to fully achieve that magic that The Hills has. That said. I like the character Olivia, who I think they are trying to portray as a bitch. She seems like the most real of all these super-rich babes and I love the black, belted dress she made her first appearance in. Hmm... Oh, and Jay is a cute douche bag.
Secondly. As much as I hate to admit it because I love the X-Men more than any other superhero assembly and/or solo character... Robert Downy Jr. played a better Tony Stark than Hugh Jackman's Wolverine. Jackman was awesome and definitely captured the version of Wolverine that they were going for but Downy Jr. NAILED Stark and could easily play all versions of Tony Stark from the classic, to the drunk burn out, all the way to Civil War Stark. Downy Jr. wins.
Third. I need to remember to get up early tomorrow (not gonna happen with all the wine you've had tonight sister!) so I have time to shave my legs and paint my toes.
Finally. Last and least. He'll be back. I'm a great girl dammit! I'm rising stocks here people!... Right? I give it a week until he's got his ego back in check and he'll come back and want to work things out. I wish I could say I'll give him the boot and kick his ass to the curb but I know I won't. As long as he still has his heart in the right place I know I'll end up being SUCH A SUCKER and taking him back. To. Make. Him. Suffer. Hey, Valentine's Day is coming up after all...
Oh! Oh! Wait! One more. And I changed my mind. This might be the most important. So I painted my room this great goldeny-sunny-yellow and got a new lighting fixture that is very old-school chandelere looking. I also bought new pictures of red flowers in different vases and/or scattered on floors and tables for my room and bathroom (of matching color) with heavy antiqued gold frames. I need a new bed spread to go with them. I've searched all the standard department stores, catalogs, and Bed Bath & Beyond type stores and found NOTHING. Anyone have any other ideas for places to look?
I have had some interesting epiphanies:
Number 1. And probably the most important! The Hills is by far, hands down, better than The City. I'm sorry, I love Whitney but I just think she is better as a sounding board for Lauren's life rather than a stand alone main character. I don't think The City will be able to fully achieve that magic that The Hills has. That said. I like the character Olivia, who I think they are trying to portray as a bitch. She seems like the most real of all these super-rich babes and I love the black, belted dress she made her first appearance in. Hmm... Oh, and Jay is a cute douche bag.
Secondly. As much as I hate to admit it because I love the X-Men more than any other superhero assembly and/or solo character... Robert Downy Jr. played a better Tony Stark than Hugh Jackman's Wolverine. Jackman was awesome and definitely captured the version of Wolverine that they were going for but Downy Jr. NAILED Stark and could easily play all versions of Tony Stark from the classic, to the drunk burn out, all the way to Civil War Stark. Downy Jr. wins.
Third. I need to remember to get up early tomorrow (not gonna happen with all the wine you've had tonight sister!) so I have time to shave my legs and paint my toes.
Finally. Last and least. He'll be back. I'm a great girl dammit! I'm rising stocks here people!... Right? I give it a week until he's got his ego back in check and he'll come back and want to work things out. I wish I could say I'll give him the boot and kick his ass to the curb but I know I won't. As long as he still has his heart in the right place I know I'll end up being SUCH A SUCKER and taking him back. To. Make. Him. Suffer. Hey, Valentine's Day is coming up after all...
Oh! Oh! Wait! One more. And I changed my mind. This might be the most important. So I painted my room this great goldeny-sunny-yellow and got a new lighting fixture that is very old-school chandelere looking. I also bought new pictures of red flowers in different vases and/or scattered on floors and tables for my room and bathroom (of matching color) with heavy antiqued gold frames. I need a new bed spread to go with them. I've searched all the standard department stores, catalogs, and Bed Bath & Beyond type stores and found NOTHING. Anyone have any other ideas for places to look?
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