Gravity Always Wins

JD and I just got back from a totally late dinner out where I gulped down espresso and gesturingly flailed him to within an inch of his preshie life by Finally. Understanding. My Study.

Everything just clicked. Just now. Just the fuck now, about 48 hours before it's got to be finished (this draft) and turned in, just now when I have a talk to rewrite and a meeting to prepare for, just now it all fell neatly and fucking finally into place in my clouded little brain after THREE MONTHS OF AGONIZING OVER IT. Like a lightbulb turning on. Literally.

I've been hating my life because of this failed attempt at science for a few long weeks now, two years if you count the first try last spring that also failed, but talking animatedly to jadles in a pseudo-french bistro (jennifer miller i hate you so bad right now) helped me sort it all the fizuck out.

I can't believe the clarity with which I am now seeing my godforsaken data. Or more importantly, I can't believe how OBVIOUSLY awesome what I have is. I am plenty enthused to crank this bitch out once and for all. I have a lot of stuff to do before tomorrow afternoon.

You know what, Raedy? I think me sitting and having to talk out my project with unlimited use of gestures finally got the goddamn lexicon accessed in my brain and started the rusty thought wheels a-turnin'. There really IS something to all that hocus pocus. Haahaha. But we knew that already from our successful honors thesi.

I am going to flail uncontrollably for the next week. And then I am going to flail my way through the rest of school. Because, goddammit, there is something about it that is helping me concentrate on this, which I haven't been able to do this WHOLE FRICKING YEAR.

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Janet and Jess are getting here either tomorrow or Tuesday. Needless to say, we have plenty to do before that happens. I can't believe I'm getting a new roomie. I kind of didn't think after I moved out here with my boyf that I'd be living with anyone else ever again. Funny how life works out, huh? Anyway.

I have plenty else to say but I have too much work to do right now to say it. Soon, though, be patient. And send good vibrations and thoughts my way. I have to rock the socks off this mother.

William Shakesphere? More Like "Wobblesbum Cakesphere," Ehh Fatty?

*I have some important things to say on my lunch "break":

1. The Luna bars that are Chai Tea flavored are fucking delicious

2. Mom, I know you're still reading this. Cut it out or embarrasing mom pictures will start appearing on here. In fact, I would like to warn everyone who reads this "covertly" that I know you're reading it. And I can't be persuaded to watch what I say on here for your benefit(s).

3. I went to target last night after annoying jenny by whining about how i hate my hair and am bored with my lame face. And I bought some of that ridiculous "for brown hair especially" crap. And I took a shower and used it. And Holy. Crap. My hair looks so awesome today, it's not even funny. I blowdried my hair and usually that makes it frizzy, but it was shiny and beautiful. Right after I tortured it with heat styling. It was so cool that I woke JD up to show him and he got up, burshed his teeth, and went right back to sleep without ever somuch as looking in my direction even though I told him when I woke him up that he HAD to come look at my hair.

4. When I bought that stuff at target, the checkout retard said, "huh, I guess you're planning on dyeing your hair sometime soon, huh?"


Quick poll: what color is my hair? Red? no. Blonde? No. Hmmm. Weird. I can't think of what "dark brown" would be classified as. It's not really brunette, because "brunette" means "dark." God, that guy was a moron. I was just like, "oh, yeah I'm dyeing it tomorrow, can't wait to use this brunette-only stuff"

5. Stacey has commissioned me to do an art Project. It is not yet completed. You will know when I have completed it. Because it will be awesome.

6. Part of this art Project involves me taking Ho-ed out pictures of myself. This portion has been delayed because my sister pointed out to me that I look like a skanky ass Ho when I take fake "myspace" photos and she made me question exactly what I was trying to prove with those shennanigans.

7. However, there will still be an art Project.

8. I also very much intended to make you all my latest comp cd and go to the post office. I will instead do that tonight while I launder my clothes and curse my apparent inability to give even the most practicey of practice talks. Because in a few hours I will have practiced in my Bikini Wax Lahb, and honestly, I am not looking forward to this afternoon.

9. Also at target I found face mask by that freeman brand that was so big when we were in, like, 8th grade. I bought it and it smells like junior high. But I'll use it anyway.

10. I can't recommend that hair stuff enough. I was about to chop my hair because i'm so pissed at it. I really need to get it cut at least a little, but I haven't had time. Until then, I'm all about the quick fix. Oh, and it's the stuff with the retarded girls in the commercials, not the panteene stuff. If you're interested.

11. Jenny and I had a fat-sister contest yesterday wherein we competed to see who could make the fattest face, photograph themselves doing it, and send it to the other via ichat the most. I'll be posting those results later on. They made me laugh until I peed a little bit.

12. I'm cramping and it sucks. I always seem to be cramping on Wednesdays. Which is my longest day of pure responsibility.

13. Boooooo.

I'd Now Be Happy To Entertain Any Questions You May Have

So the 1st bout of the seccind yeahr presentayshuns is now over, all three of my goodest friends are now FINISHED with their requirements, they all did a lovely job, and I am left to sweat it out for another two weeks thinking about how i can avoid being nervous. No one got slammed with really hard questions, so that's good. I'm thinking people will get so outraged at mine that they will stand up in the middle and overturn conference tables in anger and roar at me like lions, "ROAAAARRR, I don't UNDERSTAND this MAGNIFICENT EFFECT!!! Your data is so BRIIIIIIILLIANT"

Actually, that's just what I will think about to minimize the intimidation factor that comes when you know these people trying to decide if, after this, they should ask you nicely not to continue on with the program.

In two weeks, it goes: all three boys, me, this loud girl, this girl jd calls little miss sunshine who has the flattest possible affect and is likely afflicted with all kinds of psychopathee. I love that we'll end on that high note, it's hilarious.

Boo, I'm already getting nervous. I mean excited. Excited to present the fruits of my labor for the last two years.

Anyway. I'm clearly violently jealous of my friends who are done. But there's no time for worrying about that, I have to finish up my paper. Yes, I am almost done. I just have to betterify the beginning parts. Then, the wolves can line edit it to death. I don't care.

Friday I went to see Ep3 with Jd and his dad and it was awesome. Saturday was nice and relaxing and we went to eat at my favorite vegan restaurant. God DAMMIT that place is delicious. They had vegan coconut ice cream. Holy god.

and then some blogincongruent stuff
and then I just noticed I haven't had any caffeine today. whoa

I will catch up on phone calls, text messages, (I'm getting them! Even when you send them at 7am on saturdays, I hear them!) etc in a couple days. Say, by Thursday. Because at that point I will have revised my shit a thousand times more, it will just need to be rehearsed, I will be waiting for edits, I will be in hellish limbo as I watch the time between now and 5pm June 1 tick away agonizingly.

I will tough it out, and I will feel like I goddamn accomplished something in surviving this year. That, my friends, is a scientific fact.
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I had this really lame convo (see? lame already cuz I said "convo") with this girl sarah who's like my big sister (so is my officemate, dont' freak out, theyr'e best friends and I love them equally) here about how familial academic relationships are. It's so true. My cohort is like my siblings, and the older students are my wiser older siblings and my adviser is my mom and my other advisor is like my cool step mom who's kind of flightly and my advisor (mom) has to go home to a funeral of her advisor's (mom's) husband (step dad) so it's like my step uncle died and I'm sad about it. I had a nice talk with him about elliptical trainers and the good fit of a model he came up with a few years ago. Academia is all very incestuous.

which is why it's double gross that two of the 1st yrs are dating each other and are always making out all over campus. totally not appropriate.

Anyway, I have another eight hours of work to do on this paper and another 8 hours of time in which to do it, for once. Laters gators. I'm so almsot done.

Eeew.

First, go read jenny's blog. I'll Wait.

Then, go look at This.

I'm pretty sure that's my friend Kristin. "Kristina," riiiiiight.

Glamour And Glitter, Fashion And Fame

Truly truly truly outrageous!
Whoooo-ooo-oooo-aaa Jem
Jem! The music's contagious
(outrageous)
Jem is my name, no one else is the same, JEM IS MY NAME!

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
I am making a really good comp cd. It has a song on it from Jem and the Holograms. That's the song I've sung for you up there. I hope some of you get that stuck in your heads for HOURS.

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So, I know some of you don't appreciate the picture of my vagina on my fotoblog. And by "my vagina" I of course mean, "Jd's fake vagina impression"

Just my Witty commentary on the meat market that is young adulthood. Speaking of, I would like to request for any members of my gym who read this that you stop checking me out in the gym. I realize that the gym is a place where some twenty-somethings go to hit on other twenty-somethings, but I dress like a homeless person and sweat unattractively and for some reason I get really pissed when I catch people checking me out at the gym. I kind of want to wear a sign informing them that I normally do not dress like a homeless person, not that there is anything wrong with that if one so chooses, but I am at the goddamn gym and it should not be a fashion contest.

Oh, and while I think of it, could you please tell everyone that talking on your cell phone while you do cardio is not impressive, because you're doing your workout at quarter-speed and not realizing you haven't even selected the program so you're not actually working out at all, you dumbass. Stop talking on your phone. What the fuck can't wait until you're done at the gym? No seriously, explain it to me. It's never a crisis, it's people going

Retard #1:I'm at the gym
Retard #2: Oh really? Shouldn't you be working out then?
Retard #1: No, I have such low self esteem that I'm afraid you won't call me back
Retard #2: Well, you're right about that.
Retard #1: So what can I do to keep you interested in this convo? Phone sex? Great, let me just shoot sideways glances at this girl next to me who's dressed like a homeless person and seems to be glaring at me.
Retard #2: And make sure you laugh every five seconds like I just said the funniest thing ever so people look at you
Retard #1: Oh right, right.


i know I should probably be like, "oh goody boys are looking at me" but it makes me want to punch them in the face. It's the stupid boy way they walk in front of you and have no problem turning their heads 180 degrees (impressive in it's own right, I guess) as they walk by to stare at you and see if maybe your homeless man pants will fall down if they stare hard enough. i usually try to sweat at them when this happens.

Irrational things make me angry.

I promise, though, that there's some non-negativity coming on here soon. I have plenty of nice thigns to say about all of you, and I meant to write a big "i love you" post months ago and never did. Because my mom went all psycho on me. But now I might just get back to that.

I am supposed to write my whole mastersssses thesius in the next four days. Oh, and I had a meeting this morning that effectively changed my first section so much that I have to scrap entirely what I had and start over. I want to kill myself, sort of. Mostly I jsut want to see if I can actually pull this off. It will be the finest procrastination/time up endeavor of my entire academic career. And some of you have seen just how able to procrastinate I can be. I thrive on this. BRING IT, SCHOOL!

FUCK YEAH.

The Fuck Yeah bracelet is, you'll be glad to know, still hanging in there. The threads are looking a little thin. Raedy, where's my fuck yeah outfit you promised? I'll need something to wear to this talk.

FUCK YEAH!!!!

I'll Put Anything in My Mouth. No, seriously. Anything.

I updated my fotoblog. Heh. I wanted to caption them all "i'll put your dick in my mouth" but decided against it. Some of you will think I'm funny. Some of the rest of you will think I'm a moron. That's cool.

If You Wanna Bait Me, You Better Not Let Your Alligator Mouth Overrun Your Hummingbird Ass


That is, by FAR, the craziest shit that "doctor" phil has ever uttered.

I only watch that show to hear that weird Texan bullshite.

I'm making endless, neurotic-person lists. I definitely needed to. Words cannot express how incalculably busy I am as of this morning. I slept about three hours last night, getting up at 4:30am to finish working on some stuff for this meeting I had, and I felt more incapacitated than had I been drinking steadily all night. If ever there has been a time when I've been sorely tempted to become addicted to speed, this is it.

I know I keep saying whinily how busy I am, and that some of you mock this by calling me and snidely asking if I finished my mastersisss theeesis yet, and then trying to sound righteous when I explain to you that right now, I will settle for finshing my required project components by the fast-approaching deadlines (i've already missed two of them, at my advise er's whimsy) at the beginning of June. However, I, until today, did not realize the actual meaning of "busy."

I am totally fucking fucked. I have, like, three very very pressing things going right now and I have totally fucking spread myself too thin, and this is the first time I have ever felt like I've actually done that, rather than just loudly proclaiming that I have. But I don't have the balls to back off of the one and only project going that I am not required to be doing, because I will then piss off three facultee that I have just started working with, and that is not worth the extra six hours per goddamn day I could be working on the other stuff.

I have to give a presentation to the dept. on june 6th. Ok, fine. Today I was informed that I have to have that written and ready to practice on MONDAY of this COMING week, which is, you'll notice, THREE weeks earlier than it really should be, in my opinion.

I'm just freaking the Fizuck out. This coming week will quite possibly kill me. Anyway.

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I was chasing my cat last night, because he was being a douche and woke me up by biting my face, and I chased him into the bathroom, which is a dead end, and he ran to the far side of the toilet, which is another dead end, and then in a really stupid attempt to hide from me, he climbed head-first into the (thankfully just emptied) bathroom trash can which is much too small to accomodate him, so he was in the trash can upside down with his generous backside sticking out the top, and he was making this noise he makes when he thinks he's effectively hidden himself from my view. I had been really pissed at him until this, and I was so amused that I laughed until I almost cried, all by myself, on the bathroom floor. It was marvelous.

Today, I am highly overcaffeinated. I drank about half a pot of coffee this morning, shook through my meeting (sleep deprivation + way the fuck too much coffee= seizures in liz), then came home and took the remainder of the pot and made a nice big iced coffee this afternoon. So I'm shaking again.

However, all this caffeine has vastly improved my mood and outlook on my ability to actually get all this done. What's scaring me the most is both my advise ers saying shit like, "neither of us doubt your ability to do this, we're just worried that you have to do it so FAST"

Sigh. I hate my life until this time next month. But, I can do it. I'm finally getting my second wind for Kicking this Month's ass.

Lovels!

Remember The Time You Drove All Night

So, I only have a couple minutes before I go watch what will undoubtedly be the cutest thing ever AND put me to shame as far as public speaking obligations goes; I am slated to attend a pracktice tawlk by my adviser's daughter (who is 12) for her upcoming batt mitt svuh. Her mom is making her practice in front of graduate students! Call me crazy, but that seems like a lot of pressure. I get nervous practicing in front of grad students.

But before I go, I wanted to tell you what I actually did yesterday:

1. Got to campus and got an email that my class was cancelled because there was a lecture the prof wanted to go to.
2. Went to that lecture in lieu of class.
3. Went to eat lunch and get a free tea from my favorite tea shop with my friend J
4. Went to my hours with my undirgrahds and instead of slavedriving, I took coloring implements and printed out pages from the crayolah site and we damn well colored for three hours instead of working.

I am such a bad influence that the other grad students who were in there to do work saw how soothing, relaxing, and not at all time-wasting the coloring was, and dropped what they were doing to partake. Our art is now decorating the office of my LA driving companions. It's gorgeous. It was also my revenge on my old slavedriver Hakakaka, who once freaked out on a very bored me and Raedy for coloring in our own free time.

So take that, hakakaka. I finally evened that score.

5. I came home and was fully intending to work but J called and wanted moral support so I went over there and watched a movie and ate cookies.

6. Didn't get anything done all day!

So I've been making up for it today. Truuuust me. I have a headache, I think I need glasses or a bigger computer screen or something....

Anyway. I just wanted to kill ten minutes. Done and Done, my man.

Saw Me Just Come Up With Anger

I'm wearing undies with seahorses on them, and across the butt they say, "giddy up." Because when I was getting dressed this morning I thought to myself, "how do I maximize my classiness while minimizing my itchy-church clothing discomfort? A compromise!"

Actually, that's misleading, as I am otherwise dressed just as sloppily as I normally am.

I had a dream the night before last that Like Mewis' dad died.

JD has been doing this charming thing in the mornings where (he sleeps nearest the alarm because I am such a lazy turd that I will never get up and we will both oversleep if I am in charge of the alarm), when the alarm goes off, it immediately wakes me up but I can't reach it because he's in the way, and instead of waking him up, it prompts him to roll toward me and and snuggle against me, as though that is the specificated response when an alarm goes off. It's really funny, and cute, because he has no idea he's doing it, but after I shove him off me and he hits snooze and this cycle repeats about fourteen times, I am no longer amused. I recall this morning at one point the alarm went off and he slung his leg over me and tried to hug me to stop the noise and I shoved him off and pointedly, bitchily tapped his shoulder to wake him and then gestured meanly at the alarm. As if to say, "no, retard, the alarm is the other way."

I'm so nice. I mean, when people make lists of my good qualities, niceness always tops it off.

There Are Times That Walk From You

* I have recently had a realization. Well, maybe I'm on the verge of a realization. Either all of my clothes have shrunk comically badly, or I have grown substantially in every direction. No, check that, I think my torso has lengthened such that every shirt I own now stops just below my rib cage. And I tried on about fourteen shirts this morning because I couldn't find anything, that, when held aloft at noontime, would not form a perfect backlit rectangle but in the opposite way than how a shirt would, in general, form a rectangle. Therefore, all of my clothes now resemble this one awful shrunken t-shirt that JD has that is literally wider than it is long, and makes me laugh uncontrollably every time I see it. My shirts are hanging on me like football jerseys over football pads, or something else where they're way way way too broad in the shoulders and way too short. And these are clothes that used to fit me, I didn't just raid a goodwill store. I have no idea what's going on, but I can tell you that I am having to accept that

1. I may be extraordinarily fat
2. I may have to purchase new clothing

*Number 2 I don't mind unless it's because of number 1. I'm not sure what's going on. I don't feel like I'm growing blimpishly large, but I've always had such a "healthy" self-image that I honestly don't see/feel any difference between how I look now and how I looked in high school, even though several of you have exclaimed over my apparent loss of sixty or seventy pounds.

*I'm not sure what's going on, but I am confused and I have, essentially, no clothing to wear. I am not exaggerating, I literally cannot tell if I am fattening up or if my clothes are changing shape because the laundry facilities here are shit. I may post some recent pictures of me, and then, I am not kidding, ask you for your educated guesses about whether I have porked up nicely or am wearing ill-fitting clothes. Hey, that actually might be a fun project to do, but somehow I highly doubt anyone would participate. You coudl do it anonymously. And trust me, my feelings dont' get hurt when you tell me the truth.

*So either way, I can't keep wearing cardigans over all my shirts and slouching so no one has to look at my tum tum all day. I need new clothing. But I need clothing that WILL NOT shrink, and I've decided recently that I am a very weird shape of person in the first place. I am disenchanted with shopping because

1. I haven't/don't have any money with which to do it
2. I hate hate HATE being one size in a store's khakis and a MUCH bigger size in the same store's jeans and I only like to shop at stores that tell me I am a size smaller than I really am
3. I have really narrow shoulders and a big fat tummy, and I have semi-narrow hips and a flat ass (it used to be jaw-droppingly awesome but I have developed this paranoia lately that even that has abandoned me) and big gymnast thighs, which never fit in any pants. I'm not a gymnast, for those of you reading this who don't know me personally. I'm just unfortunately shaped.

*So I dont' even know where to find pants and shirts that will fit me. I am borderline petite, but I have never bought petite clothing. Because my mom does that. And she's like a foot shorter than me. Ugh. Also, I have no money. But this ridiculous outfit thing has got to stop. I realize I look ridiculous, and it's annoying. Fuck.

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My cat has allergies, but I am starting to get really worried about him. He is sneezing narsty cat snot everywhere, including in my hair while I'm sleeping, so I find it when I brush my hair out in the morning. He is snuffling like he's going to stop breathing, he seems depressed....I researched this online since the vet said he was fine on Saturday, and I think I'm going to change his food, but if that doesn't help I'm going to have to conclude that my cat has seasonal allergies in May and that is weird.

I'm going to fly my sister out next week instead of waiting for Jessica to figure out what she's doing. Even though she's basically decided to come out with her mom. I am not saying another word about that whole situation on here, except to once again hint around at how inconveniencing it is to be without any expendable money for an extra month. Sigh.

My mom's clamboring for me to come home in the summer. Ashleigh, when is a good time for me to come live with you? Who wants to hang out? Hmmm? If I don't get some enthusiasm I am not coming to the midwest. Except Chicago, because my grandma (and also Raedy) is too cool to be punished for your apathy. Your predicted apathy. Your apathy which I expect will begin....now.

So, readers, you are tasked with two assignments:
1. Say if you want to play the "funny pictures of liz's clothes" game
2. Say if you want me to come home and hang out with you

And then bonus points if you have any similar weird-shaped body problems and can recommend me a store in which I can fit into clothes. Thank you.

Boo, You Whore

I dyed my hair yesterafternoon. I made JD walk to Right Aide with me and I sat on the floor in the hair dye aisle being predictably indecisive for about 30 minutes. Usually I just grab a dark red and because my hair is so dark nothing shows up so it's not a big deal what I choose. This time, though, JD talked me into buying this Fereeah shade called espresso that looked remarkably lighter than my hair naturally is. But then I kept thinking that anything called "espresso" must surely be darker than the picture on the box ("cat shit brown" at darkest) so that seemed like a good idea. And it totally was, my hair is all one color for once but it's slightly and imperceptibly lighter than my eyebrows but I LOVE just-dyed hair and I can't stop fucking with it today.

I love love love that goddamn conditioner they put in with the hair dye.

Also, Friday I found out that Jess isn't planning to come out tomorrow at all. Instead, she's thinking of the very end of May. Sigh. So, Jenny may or may not be able to go with her, there's this complication of a wedding in Nebraska over Memorial Day weekend that Jess's mom wants to go to with her, etc. Boo, that isn't working out. So instead, because I was super psyched to see Jenny this week, she and I are trying to fly her out her soon, like next week or something, and then as far as I'm concerned Jess can drive out here with her mom instead and they can get here whenever. Kind of sucks that I'm broke for, oh, at least another month now, but what the hell am I going to do about it? So fuck that.

Uhm, what else? I am making very slow progress toward finishing my stupid project of this particular year. That is all-consuming and incredibly frustrating and I will let you all know when I get the shit done. A month from tomorrow I'll be giving the stupid accompanying talk and THEN my life can go back to unbridled laziness instead of this ridiculous work ethic thing that's surfaced in me lately.

I have fourteen other projects going on, and they are all very time-consuming and sometimes I want to kill them.

I have to go, actually, I have dicked away too much of this day as is.

Try This On For Size

Good god damn. I am not going to sleep tonight, am I? I have a Very Important meeting in 9.5 hours and I am still cranking through the analyses. In fact, I am not cranking through them all that damn fast because I don't knwo how to do the simplest fucking things. My brain has up and crapped entirely out on me. I have been on the verge of tears for about two hours. I have no clue what I'm doing and I feel like my adviserr gets progressively less patient with me and my retardation. Fuck. Fuck. fuck.

It's not even that much that I need to do. No, wait, yes it is. JD's snoozing happily on the couch. I should put him in bed. No one likes to wake up from sleeping unintentionally on this couch. But if I put him in bed it'll feel way later, and that will hurt. I only have like nine hours, that's not enough time to sleep AND finish this work. I think I need to take a shower and maybe drink some coffee and accept the fact that I'm not going to bed tonight.

Shit! God, this sucks.

I'm doing that thing where I can't calm down and think about what I DO know or CAN do because I'm panicking about what I feel confused about. shit shit shit.

The big ole 50th celebration was fun, thanks for asking (melissa). it was kind of not as crowded or as big a deal as I thought it would be....we were there all day though and my legs hurt from how much we walked today. But really, there are a couple cool new things and exhibits and decorations but space mtn. doesn't open until july and in my mind, that's when The Fun really starts.

Ok, adult swim, wtf is this anime show? This is so totally lame. I'm changing it.

Sweet fuck, I am so hating my life right now.

What Good Is Nose Mining If I Can't Share It With The Townspeople?

Ok, this is the most idyllic possible day. I am sitting on my balcony with my poor flowers and a pb&j sandwich and I have laundry going and I am about to haul a Large Haul of crap to the goodwill donation site and I just got done with school committments about an hour ago and that was the Last. Time. I Have to Set Up for the Collockwium. Ever. I am So. Damn. Glad. It's also the Last. Goddamn. Thing. I Had to Do, Period, for the weekly series except for presenting at the end of the year. Which, Lo, is coming up sooner than I'd like.

After the thing with the set up my friends and I walked over to get coffee, and then sat outside griping about how our other friend J apparently doesn't have time to come to the g.d. bridal shower that B and I killed ourselves to sponsor, but has time to go to Vegas this weekend with her boyf and missed the thing I was setting up for today which is not allowed because we actually receive a grade for being indentured servants this year, and she is PISSING US ALL OFF REAL BAD. Because she is in Raedy's words, "kind of a square." A-men, sister.

Speaking of sister(s).

BEST. NEWS. EVER.

Jessica (that's JD's sister) and Jenny (that's My sister) are leaving the Midwest next Monday (that's May 9th) and driving across the country to where I live so that Jessica can move in and Jenny can have a much-needed vacay after she graduates this weekend. Then, when we stop getting along, Jenny will fly back to the midwest in a month or two. Hooray, people are coming to visit me next week! And live with me and junk! Woot!

I'm so excited. I am also busy as shit (because everyone we know who writes a masterses theseus this year have let themselves get dragged into the same boat of not doing it in a timely manner), but I figure they have Jess's car, I will give them cardinal directions and they can therefore find the beach. The weather here, not that I need to harp on this for you poor saps who are probably enjoying the last of the sweltering humidity-free days before "summer" starts (I've started thinking seasons are kind of quaint and outdated), is fan-fucking-tastic. There are more colors than I remember from last spring. It is sunny and warming up and gorgeous all the time. There are Purple trees in my apt. complex. Everything is so fucking pretty.

I hope Jenny cracks under the prettiness and looks for jobs out here. Hell yes we can fit four roommies in this place. Jess and Jenny can get bunkbeds, and that would be awesome. Not to mention comical.

I am so fucking excited to

A. Not be paying this rent by myself anymore
B. Have Jess around
C. Have JD eventually be technically my roomie and boyfriend again
D. Have someone who will likely be less busy than my grad student friends who is a girl around who would like to do girly things like lay out on the beach and shop with no real agenda and who has always enabled my gadget addiction by encouraging me to buy shit at the apple store.
E. Not have to do All of the chores All of the time
F. Not having to pay All Of the Bills All of The Time
G. Not having the cat hate me when he's been alone all day and bored, or I forgot to open all the windows and blinds before I left so he's been sitting in cat hell with no sunshine all day
H. Be able to afford the following, which I desperately need:

*Face wash
*Moisturizer
*Laundry detergent
*Groceries
*An oil change


Also, I cleaned The Shit out of my house last night. JD helped, but it was more of a compulsion for me. I instantly felt cheerier and happier and better and more on top of my life. Weird. So it is going to be Clean for when the sisters get here.

Also, JD and I are ditching work and school Thursday to go to the offficial 50th Anniversarie of Disneeland. That bitch is going to be crowded. They intend to close the park with no in-or-out priviledges by 1pm because there will be too many people. But JD is convinced that there will be some cool-ass shit going on, so we'll find out.

I have a lot to say about what a whiny bitch I can be too, but I need to go change over my laundry, so that one has to wait.