I watch a lot of television, and there are some characters that just speak to me. Characters that, for whatever reason, I know would be my friend if they were real. These people wouldn't all necessarily be friends with each other, but they would be close to me. Here's my list:
Blair Waldorf, Gossip Girl. She may be bitchy and manipulative, but she's also deeply loyal to those she cares about. We could swap headbands and give lessons on why tights are not, in fact, pants.
Greg House, House. House and I have a lot in common--we both like to know everything, are incredibly nosy, and like to be right at all times. He and I could spy on people together when we're not busy watching soap operas. Plus, he could save me if my health suddenly deteriorated.
Dean Winchester, Supernatural. Dean's the guy I would drink beer and watch sports with. He would also protect me from any things that go bump in the night.
Lorelai Gilmore, Gilmore Girls. Lorelai and I would drink coffee and talk a million miles a minute about pop culture, then crash on the couch with pizza and a movie.
Barney Stinson, How I Met Your Mother. Barney and I would spend legendary nights out on the town getting drunk together. Later, I would give him a booty call, because he's the ultimate fuck buddy.
The Doctor, Doctor Who. He can travel through space and time. 'Nuff said.
Wednesday, December 31, 2008
Monday, December 29, 2008
BSC Mystery #18 is deeply stupid
My last entry kind of got serious, so I wanted to lighten things up a bit. A few nights ago when I couldn't sleep, I pulled out BSC Mystery #18: Stacey and the Mystery at the Empty House. I chose this book because I've only read it a couple of times because I didn't like it, but I couldn't remember all of the details. In re-reading it, I've discovered that this book is made of suck. The "mystery" isn't so much a mystery as it is a ludicrous plot device.
Stacey is house-sitting and taking care of the dog of the Johanssen family while they're gone to France. Yes, the doctor and her husband can pack up their eight year old daughter for two weeks in France. Whatever. Anyway, the book consists of Stacey going to the house twice a day and talking to the dog, Carrot. For half of the damn book Stacey doesn't talk to anyone but Carrot (even though there are baby-sitting chapter interspersed). Finally, Stacey begins noticing strange things; a glass left in the sink that she didn't use, papers in the trashcans, etc., and so she goes to the BSC for help. On the day the Johanssen family returns, the BSC find a pad of paper in the house with the number for the train station on it. They go to the train station and find a strange man talking to the Johanssen family. He's their old friend who was in town for business and was staying in their house. And yes, he didn't tell Stacey or try to get in touch with the Johanssen's. WTF? He knew that Stacey was coming to the house, and he didn't talk to her and tell her the situation? Jesus Christ, this book is horseshit.
Also, the baby-sitting subplot is about Kristy promising all of their charges a sleigh ride for Christmas, and then freaking out about not getting any snow. But of course it snows, because Kristy always gets her way. The end.
One continuity issue: this book is set at Christmas, yet BSC Mystery #22 is a Stacey book set at Halloween. God love that BSC time warp these characters can't escape.
Stacey is house-sitting and taking care of the dog of the Johanssen family while they're gone to France. Yes, the doctor and her husband can pack up their eight year old daughter for two weeks in France. Whatever. Anyway, the book consists of Stacey going to the house twice a day and talking to the dog, Carrot. For half of the damn book Stacey doesn't talk to anyone but Carrot (even though there are baby-sitting chapter interspersed). Finally, Stacey begins noticing strange things; a glass left in the sink that she didn't use, papers in the trashcans, etc., and so she goes to the BSC for help. On the day the Johanssen family returns, the BSC find a pad of paper in the house with the number for the train station on it. They go to the train station and find a strange man talking to the Johanssen family. He's their old friend who was in town for business and was staying in their house. And yes, he didn't tell Stacey or try to get in touch with the Johanssen's. WTF? He knew that Stacey was coming to the house, and he didn't talk to her and tell her the situation? Jesus Christ, this book is horseshit.
Also, the baby-sitting subplot is about Kristy promising all of their charges a sleigh ride for Christmas, and then freaking out about not getting any snow. But of course it snows, because Kristy always gets her way. The end.
One continuity issue: this book is set at Christmas, yet BSC Mystery #22 is a Stacey book set at Halloween. God love that BSC time warp these characters can't escape.
I'm so over Christmas (and 2008)
Christmas was fun. I was completely right about my gifts, of course, but Alli said we could exchange the Clinique stuff, so yay. Nathan loves all of his stuff. I've eaten lots and lots of food. Through Christmas, everything has been good.
Until two days ago, when I came down with a cold. This is what I get for bragging about not getting sick that often, even though this is the first time I've been sick since May, so that's pretty good. But right now I feel like absolute shit. I also feel like a drug mule, popping cold medicine all day long. I am marginally better than I was before; my nose is no longer pouring snot when I bend my head down. And at least this is a good excuse to lie around the house and watch the House marathon I recorded this weekend.
I'm more than ready to take the Christmas decorations down, except I have no energy to do it with. Why is it that the day after Christmas the trees start looking less like magical centerpieces and more like overgrown shrubs taking up too much space? I wish I had house elves to come clean up all of my decorations for me.
2008 is coming to a close, and I can't say that I'm sad to see it go. It wasn't a bad year, not at all. It's just that I have hopes that I can make 2009 an even better year. I don't make resolutions (I'll never stick to them), but in general I want to be more brave. I don't take risks, but I'm going to have to start if I want to succeed in life. I'm in a scary time right now; college will be done in another year, and I'll have to find a job in a terrible economic time. I'll have to take some risks to reap rewards, and I know that I'll have a safety net if I fail--my family. They'll always be there for me, and I trust in their love and support to guide me.
And now if you'll excuse me, I have to go blow my nose.
Until two days ago, when I came down with a cold. This is what I get for bragging about not getting sick that often, even though this is the first time I've been sick since May, so that's pretty good. But right now I feel like absolute shit. I also feel like a drug mule, popping cold medicine all day long. I am marginally better than I was before; my nose is no longer pouring snot when I bend my head down. And at least this is a good excuse to lie around the house and watch the House marathon I recorded this weekend.
I'm more than ready to take the Christmas decorations down, except I have no energy to do it with. Why is it that the day after Christmas the trees start looking less like magical centerpieces and more like overgrown shrubs taking up too much space? I wish I had house elves to come clean up all of my decorations for me.
2008 is coming to a close, and I can't say that I'm sad to see it go. It wasn't a bad year, not at all. It's just that I have hopes that I can make 2009 an even better year. I don't make resolutions (I'll never stick to them), but in general I want to be more brave. I don't take risks, but I'm going to have to start if I want to succeed in life. I'm in a scary time right now; college will be done in another year, and I'll have to find a job in a terrible economic time. I'll have to take some risks to reap rewards, and I know that I'll have a safety net if I fail--my family. They'll always be there for me, and I trust in their love and support to guide me.
And now if you'll excuse me, I have to go blow my nose.
Tuesday, December 23, 2008
I sit on a throne of lies
I said that I wouldn't try to figure out my Christmas gifts. I lied.
This weekend Alli was wrapping my gifts. One I know is my Tweety Christmas tree ornament; I've been collecting them for the past four years. She also had a gift box from Sephora. There was an additional fairly small rectangular package. Yesterday when I was home alone I went to examine the presents. The small box is I think the perfume--when I shake it, I hear what sounds like a liquid bubbling. The larger box, the Sephora box, has something in it that rolls from side to side when I shake it. To step up my investigation, I turned to my sister's laptop. She was already logged in to Sephora, so I just checked out her account summary, and saw that she had bought a Clinique 3 Step package the same day she bought my perfume. So, I'm guessing that was intended for me, since it was a package of the small size bottles, and she uses the large kind. I suppose it's possible that she bought the small bottles to refill the large, but I doubt it.
Honestly, I'm not too thrilled with this, because I've tried her Clinique for the past week, and it's left me feeling greasy, and my face is breaking out. I casually brought this up in conversation this morning to gauge her response. "Are you using all three steps?" Yes. "Hm. Maybe you need a different kind." I'm hoping that if this is my gift, she'll tell me when I open it that we can exchange it for a different formula, because my face is really not responding well to it.
I never thought she would get that for me for Christmas. I dropped all kinds of hints about things I really wanted. I found a pair of shoes on sale and bookmarked it on the computer. I brought up the fact that I wanted a clock radio that I could play my iPod on. It's not something I really need, so I wouldn't have bought it for myself, but I was hoping she would. Instead, I get soap.
It's the thought that counts, I know. But the set she bought is the sample size! It's tiny, and if I use it twice a day like you're supposed to, it won't last long. Alli, if you ever read this, I'm sorry for being such a bitch. I promise, on Christmas day I will be cheerful and thankful. Of course, all of this could be moot if I'm wrong about my gift. But I'm usually right, and let's face it, my snooping skills are pretty good.
I suppose I just want Christmas to be like it was when I was a child, full of fun presents. I'm going to have to live vicariously through Nathan as he gets his presents. And I'll take the $50 I got from a relative and buy the shoes, because I need them more than I need the clock radio.
This weekend Alli was wrapping my gifts. One I know is my Tweety Christmas tree ornament; I've been collecting them for the past four years. She also had a gift box from Sephora. There was an additional fairly small rectangular package. Yesterday when I was home alone I went to examine the presents. The small box is I think the perfume--when I shake it, I hear what sounds like a liquid bubbling. The larger box, the Sephora box, has something in it that rolls from side to side when I shake it. To step up my investigation, I turned to my sister's laptop. She was already logged in to Sephora, so I just checked out her account summary, and saw that she had bought a Clinique 3 Step package the same day she bought my perfume. So, I'm guessing that was intended for me, since it was a package of the small size bottles, and she uses the large kind. I suppose it's possible that she bought the small bottles to refill the large, but I doubt it.
Honestly, I'm not too thrilled with this, because I've tried her Clinique for the past week, and it's left me feeling greasy, and my face is breaking out. I casually brought this up in conversation this morning to gauge her response. "Are you using all three steps?" Yes. "Hm. Maybe you need a different kind." I'm hoping that if this is my gift, she'll tell me when I open it that we can exchange it for a different formula, because my face is really not responding well to it.
I never thought she would get that for me for Christmas. I dropped all kinds of hints about things I really wanted. I found a pair of shoes on sale and bookmarked it on the computer. I brought up the fact that I wanted a clock radio that I could play my iPod on. It's not something I really need, so I wouldn't have bought it for myself, but I was hoping she would. Instead, I get soap.
It's the thought that counts, I know. But the set she bought is the sample size! It's tiny, and if I use it twice a day like you're supposed to, it won't last long. Alli, if you ever read this, I'm sorry for being such a bitch. I promise, on Christmas day I will be cheerful and thankful. Of course, all of this could be moot if I'm wrong about my gift. But I'm usually right, and let's face it, my snooping skills are pretty good.
I suppose I just want Christmas to be like it was when I was a child, full of fun presents. I'm going to have to live vicariously through Nathan as he gets his presents. And I'll take the $50 I got from a relative and buy the shoes, because I need them more than I need the clock radio.
Monday, December 22, 2008
Weekend Update, Christmas edition
Mother Nature has finally gotten the hint that it's nearly Christmas, and it was 18 degrees this morning, following a week of a temperatures in the sixties. I'm jealous of all the other people in the country who are getting blizzards. What do I have to do to get some damn snow?
Going to church yesterday was fine. It was simply the Christmas program, so little kids in costumes and people singing, no sermon, thank God (ha ha). I made jokes that should I go up in flames upon entering the church, my sister should be prepared to spit on me, but I escaped unscathed. Alli and I of course sat together and whispered to each other the whole time, because we are totally mature. During the service I remembered that when I was in the Christmas play in kindergarten, I was an angel, and my halo fell off during the program. There's some real symbolism in that.
Nathan got a remote control Thomas train, and he was thrilled (he's absolutely obsessed with trains). I've used the train to torture our cats. One of them will walk up to it, and I'll hit the button to make it move, and they will freak the fuck out. It's endlessly entertaining how frightened they are of this cheerful little blue train, which whistles a merry tune as it roams the floor.
Nathan also got another set of Little People, which he loves. We have two that look the same, so I've decided that one of them must be evil (because that's how it works on Days of Our Lives). Thus, we have Evil Bobby and Good Bobby. Yesterday Nathan got another Tyrese, and he's evil too. He's holding a handful of carrots (random, I know) and also a bag, and Stephen and I say that he's a dealer. "Hey man, you want some carrots? They'll make you feel real good." What can I say, we have problems.
The Panthers lost last night, but it was a good game, so I'm still proud of them. And of course my Tar Heels are still rolling along at number one, so no problems there. I was excited when Tyler Hansbrough broke Phil Ford's scoring record for UNC. Hansbrough is an amazing player, and he deserves everything he's earned. Let's hope he'll earn a NCAA championship in April.
Going to church yesterday was fine. It was simply the Christmas program, so little kids in costumes and people singing, no sermon, thank God (ha ha). I made jokes that should I go up in flames upon entering the church, my sister should be prepared to spit on me, but I escaped unscathed. Alli and I of course sat together and whispered to each other the whole time, because we are totally mature. During the service I remembered that when I was in the Christmas play in kindergarten, I was an angel, and my halo fell off during the program. There's some real symbolism in that.
Nathan got a remote control Thomas train, and he was thrilled (he's absolutely obsessed with trains). I've used the train to torture our cats. One of them will walk up to it, and I'll hit the button to make it move, and they will freak the fuck out. It's endlessly entertaining how frightened they are of this cheerful little blue train, which whistles a merry tune as it roams the floor.
Nathan also got another set of Little People, which he loves. We have two that look the same, so I've decided that one of them must be evil (because that's how it works on Days of Our Lives). Thus, we have Evil Bobby and Good Bobby. Yesterday Nathan got another Tyrese, and he's evil too. He's holding a handful of carrots (random, I know) and also a bag, and Stephen and I say that he's a dealer. "Hey man, you want some carrots? They'll make you feel real good." What can I say, we have problems.
The Panthers lost last night, but it was a good game, so I'm still proud of them. And of course my Tar Heels are still rolling along at number one, so no problems there. I was excited when Tyler Hansbrough broke Phil Ford's scoring record for UNC. Hansbrough is an amazing player, and he deserves everything he's earned. Let's hope he'll earn a NCAA championship in April.
Thursday, December 18, 2008
Nosy Neighbors
The house that I wrote about yesterday, the H.U.B.B.L.E. house? Yesterday afternoon, there were a bunch of sheriff patrol officers and detectives in their front yard going through their teenage son's car. He was nowhere to be found, but his parents stood out there while the police searched, pulling all of his things out of his trunk, taking pictures, even checking under the hood. I sat in Nathan's room (where I had the best view of their house) and watched all of this shit go down, because I am nosy as hell. Seriously, I'm Mrs. Kravitz from Bewitched. I have no shame about it, either. I do think I was justified in my spying yesterday, because if this kid is dealing drugs in our neighborhood, I need to know about that.
This morning I checked the paper, but there was nothing about the kid--no story, and nothing in the police logs. His car is not in his driveway anymore; I keep peeking out the windows to see if I see any signs of life. Also, a handy tool that I've known about for a while is a website (www.nccourts.org) that lets you look up court cases in North Carolina by the defendant's name. It will tell you when their court day is and what they were charged for.
Another sign that I am super nosy--when I was in NYC a few years ago, Stephen and I would sit in the hotel's window at night and stare out at the city through binoculars. We would watch people in the building next door, and also watch people on the street. There's a hilarious picture of the two of us leaning into the window peering out, but I don't think I have it on my laptop or I would post it. Alli thought we were crazy for doing this, but it was fun. We saw a bunch of men having a business meeting, we watched maids come in (we hoped we'd catch them doing something like stealing, but we never did) and we had a great view of the craziness of Times Square. Man, I want to go back to New York.
In other neighbor news, Hates His Wife moved. Sadness. I'll miss that crazy shirtless grilling bastard!
This morning I checked the paper, but there was nothing about the kid--no story, and nothing in the police logs. His car is not in his driveway anymore; I keep peeking out the windows to see if I see any signs of life. Also, a handy tool that I've known about for a while is a website (www.nccourts.org) that lets you look up court cases in North Carolina by the defendant's name. It will tell you when their court day is and what they were charged for.
Another sign that I am super nosy--when I was in NYC a few years ago, Stephen and I would sit in the hotel's window at night and stare out at the city through binoculars. We would watch people in the building next door, and also watch people on the street. There's a hilarious picture of the two of us leaning into the window peering out, but I don't think I have it on my laptop or I would post it. Alli thought we were crazy for doing this, but it was fun. We saw a bunch of men having a business meeting, we watched maids come in (we hoped we'd catch them doing something like stealing, but we never did) and we had a great view of the craziness of Times Square. Man, I want to go back to New York.
In other neighbor news, Hates His Wife moved. Sadness. I'll miss that crazy shirtless grilling bastard!
Wednesday, December 17, 2008
It's the most wonderful time of the year
I'm home from school, and I've spent the majority of my time doing absolutely nothing but fucking around on the internet and watching tv. It's glorious. I really need to wrap Christmas presents, but I keep putting that task off. I HATE wrapping presents. Actually, I enjoy picking out paper and ribbon, but putting it all together into an attractive package is difficult for me. I'm not very mechanically savvy, and wrapping presents is just not in my tool bag. I swear, I need a tutorial. Gift Wrapping For Dummies or something.
I'm dreading this Sunday, because we're doing Christmas with my brother-in-law's family. Not that I don't like them (well, I like most of them), but his mom has insisted we go to church. I'm not religious. I can count on one hand the number of Sunday church services I have attended. I know I'll just have to suck it up and sit and suffer, but I'm particularly worried about Nathan. He's not good about sitting still and being quiet (what two year old is?) and we'll have to leave the service and go to lunch, then get presents, and all this is happening during his normal nap time, which could spell trouble. Last year, Christmas was a disaster, because Nathan's older cousins (much older--18, 16, 13, and 11) all freaked the fuck out in anticipation of their presents, yelling and hollering and insisting on getting their gifts first, leaving the toddler to cry in frustration. It was chaos. Poor Nathan, wailing, looked across the room, saw me standing there calmly and quietly, and immediately made a bee-line in my direction. I had to take him into the kitchen away from everyone to get him to calm down. Alli and I were NOT happy with the situation. His cousins were acting like spoiled brats, thinking they were more entitled to their gifts than a tired, confused child. That shit better not happen this year.
Our neighbors have put up their Christmas lights, which we call H.U.B.B.L.E.--Hideously Ugly Blinking Blue Light Extravaganza. It's blue icicle lights (I hate icicle lights, especially when people leave them up year round, like a lot of people here in Redneckville do), but they are two different shades of blue. Half of the lights are also clear icicle lights, and half of the lights blink while the others don't. It's the kind of display that makes you wonder how someone could step back and think, "hey, that looks good." And it's a shame that their Christmas lights are so ugly, because their house is beautiful, nicely landscaped with an incredible pool.
Also, I don't know what I'm getting for Christmas except for one thing (new perfume) and for once I'm not inclined to go present hunting. My sister always "hides" the presents in her closet so it's super easy to snoop, but I'm not going to. I haven't asked for anything in particular, so I'm willing to be surprised by whatever Alli gets me.
This is off-topic, but why is the radio playing the same twenty songs over and over again? There is more in this world than Nickelback and Akon. I think it's time to break out my ipod, which I got for Christmas three years ago. Hey, I made this point on topic after all!
I'm dreading this Sunday, because we're doing Christmas with my brother-in-law's family. Not that I don't like them (well, I like most of them), but his mom has insisted we go to church. I'm not religious. I can count on one hand the number of Sunday church services I have attended. I know I'll just have to suck it up and sit and suffer, but I'm particularly worried about Nathan. He's not good about sitting still and being quiet (what two year old is?) and we'll have to leave the service and go to lunch, then get presents, and all this is happening during his normal nap time, which could spell trouble. Last year, Christmas was a disaster, because Nathan's older cousins (much older--18, 16, 13, and 11) all freaked the fuck out in anticipation of their presents, yelling and hollering and insisting on getting their gifts first, leaving the toddler to cry in frustration. It was chaos. Poor Nathan, wailing, looked across the room, saw me standing there calmly and quietly, and immediately made a bee-line in my direction. I had to take him into the kitchen away from everyone to get him to calm down. Alli and I were NOT happy with the situation. His cousins were acting like spoiled brats, thinking they were more entitled to their gifts than a tired, confused child. That shit better not happen this year.
Our neighbors have put up their Christmas lights, which we call H.U.B.B.L.E.--Hideously Ugly Blinking Blue Light Extravaganza. It's blue icicle lights (I hate icicle lights, especially when people leave them up year round, like a lot of people here in Redneckville do), but they are two different shades of blue. Half of the lights are also clear icicle lights, and half of the lights blink while the others don't. It's the kind of display that makes you wonder how someone could step back and think, "hey, that looks good." And it's a shame that their Christmas lights are so ugly, because their house is beautiful, nicely landscaped with an incredible pool.
Also, I don't know what I'm getting for Christmas except for one thing (new perfume) and for once I'm not inclined to go present hunting. My sister always "hides" the presents in her closet so it's super easy to snoop, but I'm not going to. I haven't asked for anything in particular, so I'm willing to be surprised by whatever Alli gets me.
This is off-topic, but why is the radio playing the same twenty songs over and over again? There is more in this world than Nickelback and Akon. I think it's time to break out my ipod, which I got for Christmas three years ago. Hey, I made this point on topic after all!
Wednesday, December 10, 2008
Survey says
I'm bored, and I'm doing a survey. God help me.
This will sound lame, but watching the Panthers beat the Bucs Monday night. I had a long day and I had a headache, but that football game made me happy.
My own.
That's a good question
Orange
5. How long is your hair? Slightly past my shoulders.
6. Are you good looking? Baby, I'm hot
7. Last movie you watched? Elf, my favorite Christmas movie.
8. Who were you with? My roommate
9. Last thing you ate? Potato chips
10. Last thing you drank? Water
11. When was the last time you had your heart broken? Hasn't happened yet
12. Who came over last? Roomie's friend
13. Are you happy right now? Yes
14. Where is your phone? In my purse
15. What color are your eyes? Hazel, and they're really pretty (she says modestly)
16. Spell your name without vowels. LR. Vowels are important and handy.
17. Do you have any pets? Three cats. I'm destined to be the crazy cat lady.
18. If you could have one thing right now, what would it be? I'm craving Ruby Tuesday's. Minis and salad bar, yum!
19. Who has the same phone as you? My sister, but it's red.
20. Do you read your horoscope? I get one that I enjoy emailed to me everyday, but I also read Yahoo's (which are shitty and stupid, like, even more stupid than horoscopes typically are).
21. How do you feel about your hair right now? It smells sweet. Dove Cucumber and Green Tea shampoo and conditioner FTW.
22. How fast have you driven a car? Faster than I'd care to admit.
23. Have you ever smoked? No. Lung cancer is not cool, folks.
24. Do you drink? In moderation. As soon as school is over, there will be alcohol.
25. Know any other languages? I'm finally done with the hell that is Spanish, thank God.
26. Any pet peeves? Oh, boy, I have a million. People who don't use their turn signals drive me batshit. How am I supposed to know if you want in my lane if you don't signal?
27. Are your toes always painted? YES. My feet are ugly without polish. I own every color imaginable.
28. Do you have a favorite cartoon character? I love Tweety. I have a whole collection of Tweety ornaments on my Christmas tree.
29. Last thing you cooked? If heating a poptart up in the microwave counts as cooking, then that.
30. Last time you were sick? In May I had a terrible headcold. But I'm usually healthy, which is ironic considering my terrible eating habits. Maybe there's some fortifying ingredient in Doritos.
5. How long is your hair? Slightly past my shoulders.
6. Are you good looking? Baby, I'm hot
7. Last movie you watched? Elf, my favorite Christmas movie.
8. Who were you with? My roommate
9. Last thing you ate? Potato chips
10. Last thing you drank? Water
11. When was the last time you had your heart broken? Hasn't happened yet
12. Who came over last? Roomie's friend
13. Are you happy right now? Yes
14. Where is your phone? In my purse
15. What color are your eyes? Hazel, and they're really pretty (she says modestly)
16. Spell your name without vowels. LR. Vowels are important and handy.
17. Do you have any pets? Three cats. I'm destined to be the crazy cat lady.
18. If you could have one thing right now, what would it be? I'm craving Ruby Tuesday's. Minis and salad bar, yum!
19. Who has the same phone as you? My sister, but it's red.
20. Do you read your horoscope? I get one that I enjoy emailed to me everyday, but I also read Yahoo's (which are shitty and stupid, like, even more stupid than horoscopes typically are).
21. How do you feel about your hair right now? It smells sweet. Dove Cucumber and Green Tea shampoo and conditioner FTW.
22. How fast have you driven a car? Faster than I'd care to admit.
23. Have you ever smoked? No. Lung cancer is not cool, folks.
24. Do you drink? In moderation. As soon as school is over, there will be alcohol.
25. Know any other languages? I'm finally done with the hell that is Spanish, thank God.
26. Any pet peeves? Oh, boy, I have a million. People who don't use their turn signals drive me batshit. How am I supposed to know if you want in my lane if you don't signal?
27. Are your toes always painted? YES. My feet are ugly without polish. I own every color imaginable.
28. Do you have a favorite cartoon character? I love Tweety. I have a whole collection of Tweety ornaments on my Christmas tree.
29. Last thing you cooked? If heating a poptart up in the microwave counts as cooking, then that.
30. Last time you were sick? In May I had a terrible headcold. But I'm usually healthy, which is ironic considering my terrible eating habits. Maybe there's some fortifying ingredient in Doritos.
A serious question
How do I and the three girls I share a bathroom with use an entire double roll of toilet paper in two days? Seriously, peeps, that's ridiculous. And I'll always walk in there and there the empty roll will be, as if whoever left it that way expects the Toilet Paper Fairy to come along and shit out her next deposit. So I just used the bathroom and left the empty roll in there, hoping someone will replace it before I have to use the toilet again. I know that sounds terrible, but my roommate has not provided any toilet paper at all this semester (can you believe that?) so I think I'm justified in my bitchery.
Ah, college. Giving me the education I need to get a job, and also giving me the skills I need to have juvenile fights with my roommates.
Ah, college. Giving me the education I need to get a job, and also giving me the skills I need to have juvenile fights with my roommates.
Tuesday, December 9, 2008
Light at the end of the tunnel, finally
It's reading day, which means I have done exactly no studying so far today. To be fair, my exam tomorrow is just going to be about novels we read, which should be a breeze. I may not remember how to conjugate my Spanish verbs, but I sure as hell can tell you the plot to a book. Speaking of Spanish, I am finished! No more Spanish class, ever! Can I get a woo with a side of hoo?
Since I have no classes today, I stayed up late last night and woke up late this morning. It was heaven. These are the things I'm going to miss when college is over and I enter The Real World. That, and the month long vacations.
I'm craving coffee so bad right now. Why does the coffee bar have to be so damn far away from my dorm? Oh, well, this time next week I'll be at home drinking coffee all day. Expect fully caffeinated posts during this time.
Since I have no classes today, I stayed up late last night and woke up late this morning. It was heaven. These are the things I'm going to miss when college is over and I enter The Real World. That, and the month long vacations.
I'm craving coffee so bad right now. Why does the coffee bar have to be so damn far away from my dorm? Oh, well, this time next week I'll be at home drinking coffee all day. Expect fully caffeinated posts during this time.
Thursday, December 4, 2008
I'm so stressed
I could talk about all the shit that I have going on that is frustrating me and making me stressed, but I really don't feel up to it. I'm tired, and I don't want to think or do anything except go home. I do get to leave tomorrow afternoon, but then I'll be back Monday, so it's not much of a break.
Today in class a girl who sits at my table asked me, "did you say you have a boyfriend?" I told her no, and she was like, "oh, okay!" What the hell was that supposed to mean? I felt like she said it incredulously, like she wouldn't believe that I could have a boyfriend. Which I don't, but still. These are the petty little details I obsess over.
One other thing--I'm sad that Pushing Daisies is canceled. I watched it last night, and it made my whole shitty week a little bit better. I'm really going to miss it. How shows like it get canceled after two seasons and shows like One Tree Hill make it to six (possibly seven), I'll never know.
Anyway, if I post again anytime soon it will probably be to cry about how much life sucks right now. Christmas spirit, my ass.
Today in class a girl who sits at my table asked me, "did you say you have a boyfriend?" I told her no, and she was like, "oh, okay!" What the hell was that supposed to mean? I felt like she said it incredulously, like she wouldn't believe that I could have a boyfriend. Which I don't, but still. These are the petty little details I obsess over.
One other thing--I'm sad that Pushing Daisies is canceled. I watched it last night, and it made my whole shitty week a little bit better. I'm really going to miss it. How shows like it get canceled after two seasons and shows like One Tree Hill make it to six (possibly seven), I'll never know.
Anyway, if I post again anytime soon it will probably be to cry about how much life sucks right now. Christmas spirit, my ass.
Tuesday, December 2, 2008
In exactly two weeks...
...I will be home for Christmas break. The time cannot pass quickly enough. I'm sitting here listening to my roommate snore, because she'll stay up really late at night, get up for an eight o'clock class, and then come back here and sleep for two hours. It really annoys me. Just go to bed like a normal person! Or at least don't stay up so late when you KNOW you have to be up early in the morning. Although, I must admit, part of the reason this behavior bothers me is because I can't do it. Early to bed, early to rise has always been my M.O., and if I lay down to take a nap, forget it. Ain't going to happen.
I'm also working on my final research paper for the class that I made a bad grade on the midterm. I've written a page and a half, so I figured I deserved to come bitch on my blog for a little while. I'm not one of those people who can sit down and hammer out a paper in one sitting. I have to do it in little chunks spread out over several days, and I have to operate on a reward system. "Just one more paragraph, then you can go read Jezebel." Things like that.
Additionally, I'm in a cranky mood because Mother Nature has decided to send me my monthly gift as an early Christmas present, and I'm having cramps. All I want is a freaking Coke, but I can't drink one because the caffeine will just make the cramps worse. Dammit.
Take back what I said about the next two weeks passing quickly. I'll settle for the next four days to pass quickly. Calgon, take me away!
I'm also working on my final research paper for the class that I made a bad grade on the midterm. I've written a page and a half, so I figured I deserved to come bitch on my blog for a little while. I'm not one of those people who can sit down and hammer out a paper in one sitting. I have to do it in little chunks spread out over several days, and I have to operate on a reward system. "Just one more paragraph, then you can go read Jezebel." Things like that.
Additionally, I'm in a cranky mood because Mother Nature has decided to send me my monthly gift as an early Christmas present, and I'm having cramps. All I want is a freaking Coke, but I can't drink one because the caffeine will just make the cramps worse. Dammit.
Take back what I said about the next two weeks passing quickly. I'll settle for the next four days to pass quickly. Calgon, take me away!
Monday, December 1, 2008
After Thanksgiving Recovery
I had a busy holiday week. Thanksgiving was good--a meal with my whole family. It was perfect. We went shopping on Black Friday and I got some really good deals on sweaters at Belk. We saved over $300! I also went to a bar and had fantastic pizza along with a really great beer that left me tipsy. I've decided I have finally found a beer that I like.
All that fun came to end this morning when Stephen drove me back to school. He drove me because it was snowing slightly and the roads were icy, and his SUV handles better than my Civic. We were fine, but we had to stop and help a guy who had an accident. He was coming down a bridge, hit an icy spot, and hit the median. He was standing beside the wreckage, wearing no coat, looking completely shocked, and no one was helping him. He couldn't have been older than 18. We called 911, gave him a coat to wear, and let him use our phone to call his parents. His car was totaled. I felt awful for him. But I was also really pissed off that everyone was just blithely driving by this poor boy without stopping to check on him. I've never been in a car accident, but if I am, I hope someone would stop and help me out.
In other news, this is the last full week of classes. I'm crossing my fingers and just trying to make it through the week without any major problems. Wish me luck.
All that fun came to end this morning when Stephen drove me back to school. He drove me because it was snowing slightly and the roads were icy, and his SUV handles better than my Civic. We were fine, but we had to stop and help a guy who had an accident. He was coming down a bridge, hit an icy spot, and hit the median. He was standing beside the wreckage, wearing no coat, looking completely shocked, and no one was helping him. He couldn't have been older than 18. We called 911, gave him a coat to wear, and let him use our phone to call his parents. His car was totaled. I felt awful for him. But I was also really pissed off that everyone was just blithely driving by this poor boy without stopping to check on him. I've never been in a car accident, but if I am, I hope someone would stop and help me out.
In other news, this is the last full week of classes. I'm crossing my fingers and just trying to make it through the week without any major problems. Wish me luck.
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