I Hope For Better In November

ha, deliciously trite. How I adore you. How I revel in your meaninglessness.

I am now faced with the daunting task of trying to find enough random household items to fill a box to mail to Stacey. I love this sort of bullshit mental exercise. If I could make a career of doing exactly that, I would. Or of making mermaids out of construction paper.

I will get to the random item task later.

What did I do this weekend? Oh, you'll be so glad you asked. A fat lot of nothing. Friday I got so much done in the morning that I decided to take the rest of the weekend (except for tonight, which hasn't technically arrived yet) off to horse around instead of bothering to think about school. So I came home, watched tv for a few hours, got irrationally mad at JD when he was 3 hours late coming home from work because i thought he had probably died when he didn't answer his celly, went to Disneyland with him and my friend Jenn, went to IHOP after the park closed, and then came back and slept a ridiculously long time.

Then yesterday I drank coffee and got pretty pissed off at someone for leaving a shitty comment about how boring and self-important I and this blog are for not being entertaining enough, and though that someone did so anonymously, my sitemeter detective skills have allowed me to figure out who it was. I don't get it. Whatever, though, i guess I'm a massive bitch to people all the time and don't realize it so it's ok to say whatever shit you want.

Then immediately after that the postman rang the doorbell, but JD and I were sitting around in our pajamas (read: undies) and neither of us wanted to answer the door. So I tiptoed over and peeked through the peephole and couldn't see anyone. So we waited awhile and then opened the door and there was this delightfully ghetto looking package sitting there. Yay, from Stacey, yay. And I thought she was just sending me her doubles from this summer. Nothing is as nice as surprise packages full of crap.

Still no trick-or-treaters.

So then I made JD go shopping with me. and shop we did. I'm no good with financial responsibility. But importantly, I got some things I have been desperately needing, like a belt. So could you all stop making fun of my saggy ass old man pants now, please. Thanx

Also, I got some new undies. In some festive new colors. shut up, I haven't bought undies in a long time. So that was good. And an all-day committment. But I got it out of my system, hopefully until Ashleigh is here, and HOLY SHIT that's only a month or so away. YAY!!!!!! I'm so excited already.

We also ate Indian food and then later pizza. Yeah I know, I'm still explosively full from all that. I'm Special! Barf!

And either I am becoming a giant fat ass without noticing (entirely possible) or stores are "adjusting" their jean sizes to make me feel like I am becoming a giant fat ass. Weird that trousers/pants from one store fit me (still) perfectly in the size I thought I was/am but the jeans from the same store are at least a couple sizes too small. Is that chub-hanging-over-the-waistband look that's so popular with teenage girls who are desperate to squeeze into a certain size the new "thing?" I hope not. That'll teach me to live in Orange County. Back to the Batcave for a meeting of the I Hate Pants Society.

So then we watched SNL and I laughed hysterically at the part where "elton john" made fun of ashlee simpson for sucking. Way to go Horatio.

Then today I slept in like a lazy ass bitch and then talked to my mom and then cut up photos Stace sent me to put in my photo album and went to meet JD for lunch and then came home and saw my friend Jenn, dressed like Dorothy from the Wizzarrd Of Ozzz, leaving my apartemnt. I laughed quite a bit at this too. And she was on her way to babysit but had wanted to drop off a "halloween treat" for us. What a sweetie. So on my doorstep are cuuuuuuute cutey cute cute cute halloween cookies!!! YAY!!!! I LOVE COOKIES!!! SO SO SO SO SO SO SO MUCH!!! WHEEEEE!!! Barf.

So then I pretended I was going to do work and then called all of you and left voicemails, since no one answered their g. d. phone or was otherwise home.

Still no trick-or-treaters. Shame on those of you hiding from them. I wish we had them so I could give them all the candy we have.

Stacey and I are wanting to plan another Kwaanza dinner. Who's game? Or hanukah, or whatever.
This time change is freaking my shit out. It's dark and 5pm now. Lame. Barf!

Ok, gotta go work on the box of crap (sound of crap) now. Lovels. Mostly. Some spite mixed in, but mostly Halloween kisses for my sweet friends, eeeeeeeee!!!!

I'll Stab You In The Face

Please, allow me to offer my sincerest apologies to those of you who find my blog to be somehow below your intellectual expectations. I find it kind of hard to believe that there are people who A. Hate Me, and B. Think My Blog Is Stupid yet C. Insist on Reading it, Probably Every Day, in case I say something so incredibly offensive in its pedestrian nature that they can set themselves to the task of creating the world's most perfectly scathing retort, in the form of an anonymous comment on Mel's secret blog. Please, sir or madam, let me personally express to you how abysmally sad it makes me to know that you have nothing better to do than read my blog and get upset about it, and probably never will. I'm special. Barf.

Now, in other news, I just got a package from Stace to the Face. Full of DELIGHT! I'm special. Barf!

Here is what the package contained (WARNING! MAY INCLUDE THINGS THAT YOU FIND BORING OR OTHERWISE INSIGNIFICANT! DO NOT READ IF YOU HAVE BETTER THINGS TO BE DOING! I'M SPECIAL! BARF!)

-tea bags
-cat treats for Jyushin (oooh! Kitties are so so so so so so so cute!!! I HEART THEM SO MUCH AND THEY'RE SO CUUUUUUTE)
-a videotape called, "How To Get Great Results With Nads"
- sparkly "flirt" sticker
-A WWF Austin 3:16 air freshener
-fruit snacks
-cookies, wheeeee!!!
-pencils
-pencil grippers
-NKOTB party invites (where the F did you get those?!)
-a black belt homie
-anatomical template tracing stuff, hahahahahahahah
-photos from the last fifteen years. Hoo-ray

So Stace, I love you so much. I'll be calling you tomorrow. If the cookies are good, I mean. If not, well....we'll see.

OH MAN I AM SUCH A BITCH!!!! HAHAHAHAHA!!!!! I'M SPECIAL!!! BARF!


Hahahah, BARF isnt' that a funny word? Oh it's so so true.

The Things We Think Might Be The Same

So. Thank you, Tim, for your suggestion to stick the cd-rom into my cd-rom slot. Is it my imagination today, or did the iTunes update just improve the sound quality coming through my powerbook's shitty-esque factory speakers. My office is not yet so pimp that I have external speakers for m'self yet. Give it, oh, until I get somewhere in the ballpark of thousands of dollars wired into my checking account on Monday. Who wants to go to Baja with me? Ehh?

I just got to campus. Yeah, part of that was sheer laziness and an overpowering need to sleep until 10am, part was not wanting to fight the honda-driving bitch undergrads for parking until I figured they were all back to the bars. It IS nearly 2:30pm, you know.

Speaking of my car. It's been weird and stormy here lately, and for one of these night storms I had no luck finding a good parking spot in front of my apt, so I parked under a tree that houses these spectacularly large birds that are either condors or vultures or something HUGE and creepy. Anyway. So I had noticed that my car seemed especially covered-in-shit after parking under there, but only today did I realize that what seems to have happened when it stormed was that all the big ass birds swooped down to the hood of my car and proceeded to have abortions all over it. Or something just as gross happened, and I am actually thinking that baby birds may have actually Fallen out of these massive trees and squished onto my car. There's some weird ass shit that looks like hardened goo along with some downy looking feathers all over the place. Oh, and it smells. Bad. It smells like murder.

I think I may actually take it to a carwash tomorrow. Like, I'm not going to wash it myself (and by that I mean drive to the hand wash place so JD can do it for me....even though I always say I'll do it, how chivalrous), I'm not going to touch whatever the fuck is on my car, I am going to let some illegal immigrants scrape off the vulture embryo. Fuck, I am going to throw up that's so gross. But I'm not making it up.

I have a class in about an hour. I hate classes that go until 6:30. It feels like it's six hours long. And when we get out and it's dark and windy and cold it feels really weird. The weather lately has forced me at times to turn on my heat in my car, and something about the smell of my heater makes me super nostalgic for winter in the midwest. Yes, that's a little lame. But that's probably because I've so rarely had the occasion to turn my heat on out here, that I haven't disassociated that yet. Ha.

I've recently become addicted to tea. It started since JD has been sickish for the last few days, and we stocked up on all things restorative, since I figured I would immediately come down with whatever he has as soon as he gets to feeling better. I wish I had some peppermint tea, that would be really nice. However, I do not. I have a vanilla chai, a red antioxidant green tea, and a normal green tea. And that shit better turn my brain on for this class.

I have decided, perhaps unfairly, that I do not like this class. I have never really decided so far in grad school that I just didn't like a class, but I am happily crossing off the number of times we have left to meet, and the weeks left in the quarter. Even though the faster time flies the more Fucked I Am, in project terms. Ah well. Oddly, I am thoroughly enjoying my other class, which I was warned by everyone who had already taken in (it's a req) that it would blow so hard my face would melt off. I, personally, enjoy classes where the professor talks endlessly about their own personal experiences. I do not, however, enjoy classes where the professor resents having to teach the class and therefore schedules a guest speaker for every SINGLE week, meaning the class never has any continuity in discussion, nor do we benefit from having this famous person instructing us, nor do we ever get past that awkward timidness with the speaker who is only around for a couple hours one day, ever.

I know it's good for me, but shit. I feel stifled in there. It's weird how much I know about what works and doesn't in terms of me learning things. I never really noticed before.

I had a meeting with my advisor yesterday and I'd put a lot of thought into this thing that I need to get going and she was really happy with what I'd done and kept exclaiming how much she liked the idea of this thing now and is feeling more optimistic. Which made me feel loads better. But still not sure if this is a realistic thing to aim for. But FUCK IT, MAN. I'm going to rock the socks off this fucking year. F-YOU, YEAR!

I mean, am I riiiiight?

Ooh, I have to pee. Laters