It's 10:00pm and...

I'm going to bed.

Happy New Years, everyone!

Goodnight!

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?

There must be something in the air here that makes people suck.

Breakups are over-rated anyway but become especially painful when
1. You can't give me a reason why
2. You say it's my fault
and 3. I wasn't through... I still love you.

I feel so adult (and alone) because unlike my breakups in high school or early college years, I don't find myself calling my best friend and being pissed or texting him over and over again begging to "fix it with me."

Instead I'm blogging (nerd).
Just kidding.

Instead I called my Mommy and cried. I understand now what they mean when they say you get along better with your parents as you get older. Five years ago I would have been slamming my door and screaming that "I'm never coming out again and I hate my life so go away Mom!" Now, my mom is the only person I want to talk to and the only one I know who will listen to me just because I need to talk. She genuinely hurts right along with me because she hates hearing her "little girl's heart break." Which only goes on to make me cry more.

Thank you Mommy. You're just what I needed right now, even if nothing is really fixed.

Next. Since I'm having a crappy night anyway I'm just gonna get it all off my chest...

Bitch in my office who's name starts with a C!
You know who you are...
Or don't because I'm waaay to polite and laid back in person to tell you what a bigot you are.
It is absolutely absurd to say that a woman can be genuinely bisexual but that a man cannot. You're clearing feeding off our culture's opinion that girl-on-girl is hot while guy-on-guy is faggy.
(If you ask me though, I think you've got some well justified insecurities about where your current fuck-buddy's interests really lay.)
It's hypocritical to say it's ok for a female to be attracted to their same sex but not for a male to be so. It's an unfair double standard and I CANNOT BELIEVE I wasted twenty five whole minutes of my precious time trying to make you see the exclusive bias your thinking presented and why it isn't right.
I completely wasted all the effort some poor tree in the African rain forest put forth creating oxygen today ON YOU!
Ugh. I'm so disappointed, I expect more from myself.
But at least now I know not to expect much more from you.

Thank you for listening (Nessa :) ) I appreciate it.

Merry Christmas. I'm aaall alone.

It's 4:04pm on Christmas Eve. I've been awarded the privilege of being the ONLY person left in the ENTIRE courthouse so that everyone else could go home early and start celebrating. If anyone has any entertaining YouTube videos and/or crossword puzzles they would like to share with me I would greatly appreciate it.

Finals...

Holy God.
I can't even think right now, I don't even smoke and I'd kill for a ciggarette.
I have three finals starting at 8am tomorrow and last night I had a dream that Soren Kierkegaard and Plato were chasing me.
My brain is so fried that my computer screen is bending like a funhouse mirror.
Welcome to college.
And they wonder why students get addicted to adderalll and trucker crack.

So as if I'm not non-existant enough as it is...

I just found out that the Art Fair isn't something where I just drop off a few pieces and call it good. I have to have my own entire booth, meaning I'll be logging on here only to check out Captain and Chondra's blogs and then it's back to the grind. Every spare minute will be spent either preparing to fail my finals or stringing up anything in my line of sight that even looks like a bead. See you sometime after December 5th.

Who do I have to sleep with to get some hits around here?!

Sloooowly but surely the counter on my blog/profile is going up. At least I know SOMEONE, SOMEWHERE, ONCE IN A WHILE reads my little blog. I'm positive it's all my little sister, who is currently on the phone ragging me about my blog being

"Boring! So that's why no one reads that shit, Aury. Write about something interesting."
"Okay, like what?"
"Idk! You're a loser, I can't help that: I was just making a suggestion."

Yes. She SAID "Idk," and I'm the loser.
Was that interesting enough, my lovely little sister?

Election Day

Today is November 4th, 2008: a day that may mark "one of the most significant elections in American history."

And do you know what that means for me?

It means I don't get to buy my morning scratch-it on my coffee run before school. :(

Let's keep this short and sweet

I'm never going to be able to keep up with this damn blog. Too much work, too much school, too much boyfriend, not enough wine. Just to add another reason to why I'm not posting, a girl from one of my classes asked me to make a few pieces of jewelry for the art fair that benefits the art major club. Apparently quite a few people have told her that I make my own stuff and it's "waaaay sooo super cute." I'm almost insulted because my shits not cute! It's classique!... What? It is... So I'll be busy with that this week... Stressing about the risk of exposure and humiliation if everyone doesn't think my jewelry is "super cute." And! Last but not least! I'm so tired of this election. Every election that I can remember (which is only two, so give me a break) I hear people expressing their irritation with the campaigning before the campaigning really begins so I guess I'm not so different. I did, however, have my mother's crazy ass mother YELL at me for TWENTY FIVE MINUTES because Barack Obama is a socialist who wants to take all the money of the hard working middle class and give it to the lazy, husbandless mothers sucking up welfare "and Aura you're starting to sound just like him!"

Chiiill out! And don't take that tone of voice with me, woman!

Obama For King!

Sibling Jealousy

Today I'd like to vent about/praise my little sister. She is by far the coolest child I've ever met. She would also like everyone reading this to know that "she is 14 and NOT a child! So stop saying that Aury!" Whatever. I'm crazy jealous that the kid has long, wavy, golden blond hair; while I have long, stick straight, ashy locks. She is also one of those stupid people with naturally thick, black, curled eye lashes. That's the clincher too! Lemme tell ya! I fight with two kinds of mascara and a heated eyelash curler every morning but my eyes still don't pop like hers... Finally, the damn kid is a freshman in high school and has bigger *ahem* than me! Can I just say that this isn't fair?!

But enough bitching about looks. What I'm really here to whine about is artistic ability (or lack thereof). I've always wanted to be an artist: drawing, painting, sculpting, whatever. Unfortunately, I'm not. Don't get me wrong! I'm a whiz with a camera, dark room, and photo shop, but if you ask me to actually materialize something from my own hands, it just won't happen. C, on the other hand, does all of the above! She has had since, like, age 3 incredible spacial reasoning so her realistic drawing skills are unbelievable. The versatile little snot also happens to apply this skill to inking and painting... I was never even good at paint by numbers... Lastly, growing up she never played with blocks or dolls or anything but was always toying with Play Dough. Now that's translated itself into being amazing with clay and a pottery wheel. Thus, needless to say she is 14 and at the head of her school's art program (I, btw, got a sympathy B+ from the same teacher that gave her her own display kiosk at the last art show).

But I'm not bitter... What? I'm not. And, thankfully we've both got a sense of humor about the whole envy thing because I'm sitting here looking at my "Awesome Big Sister Day" (new holiday, starting now, spread the word) present which includes: Crayons, an X-Men coloring book, a deluxe, Prang, hard lead pencil set, and a "Learn to Draw Dragons, Princesses, and Wizards" book for ages 6-15.

Don't laugh! I'm actually quite excited...