Musings of a brilliant brunette

There's no other reason for this post except to show off my new piercing, and I refuse to pretend otherwise. :)

I want to go see Little Shop of Horrors at Valencia! It's running through Nov. 4th and I want someone to come with me! (Steve, you're obligated to respond to this since I asked you forever ago!) I'll be going with or without someone else, but I'd love to have some company. Come on, who wants to go see the story of a geeky botanist and his carnivorous plant? You know you want to...

Over the last crazy crazy weekend, I've taken the first real step toward my destiny of becoming the crazy cat lady :)

( Meet Sebastian! )

I'm convinced that Dr. Jekyll's theory of the duality of man is confirmed by the way people act in parking garages.

I just want someone to care about me.

My schedule is doomed to eternal suckage. Why won't UCF offer any sections of the classes I need? So lame.

I don't understand my complete inability to hold on to relationships. I thought I had such iron-clad friendships, but those people haven't spoken to me in over two years. I feel expendable, like I have an expiration date. Discard after five months. I haven't spoken to my "best friend" in months. Other relationships took precedence. Making friends is such an ordeal. I just think it would be easier not to try. If I could manage just to not care, I think i'd be a lot happier. My dad told me the other day "I think it really says something about you that you're friends with the majority of your ex-boyfriends." Wonder what he'd say if he knew the truth -- that I don't talk to any of them. I spend the majority of my time right here, doing what I'm currently doing -- crying, feeling sorry for myself, and wishing that I could just give up. The only other people I talk to are the people who talk to Sterling. No one else seems to feel the desire to contact me. I think I must have built up some massive bad Karma in a past life, and It's coming back to kill me now.

I wish the world would stop until I can get myself back on track.

I have no idea why I can't seem to stop crying. It's like a horrible flashback to high school. I spend my days miserable and angry, and I have no one to talk to about it because I just end up angering someone else, and then I feel worse than I did to begin with.

I think I'm attractive...but I wish i weren't. I'm tired of people telling me that I should be happy and fine with everything, because that's just the way things should be. Nothing about feeling this way is okay, or natural. Not in these quantities. I refuse to go back to medicated non-emotion.

Everything just needs to stop for a while.

I totally got run off the road on the way home from work tonight. It freaked me the HELL out. Dumb bitch didn't even look my direction...I doubt she knows that she made me go skidding in the grass off the side of 417. Grr.

On a completely unrelated note, my Independence Day sucked. I worked for 8 hours, in the rain, yelling at pint-sized bundles of misbehavior. And the fireworks were lame. Overall, I was severely unimpressed. Double pay kind of makes up for it...but not enough. still sucked.

On a semi-related note...we have a new boss. He eats meat, consumes caffeine, kills wasps, and makes decisions. So far, so good. Everyone keep your fingers crossed that he turns out to be normal, and that this isn't just an act to lure us into his trap...or something.

Anyone know of any places in the area that are hiring? I'm not guarding in the off season again. I need a new job. yes, indeed, i do.

Q. Why do Marxists drink soy chai lattes?

A. Because proper tea is theft.

Whyyyyyyyyyyyy is Matt staying? No fair. We would get so much more done if  he would stop changing the way he wants stuff done every time we try to do it. He's moodier than all the females on staff, even on our worst, most PMS-full day. I don't understand.

In other news...unicorns were overrated anyway.

Exams are over! Now once grades are released and I assure myself that I haven't failed anything, I can rejoice and revel in the fact that I AM A SENIOR!
The WPRC is following me. Sterling and I went to CVS tonight to buy hair dye, and ran into the maintenance guy from work. All I want is some time that doesn't involve the Winter Park Racquet Club. Oh, and I want my computer back. I was expecting it to get here today...that didn't happen. Why did my computer have to die right before finals week, anyway? That's not nice. Really now...it couldn't have waited until summer break? No, no. Murphy's Law hates me.
My hair is black again. My parents are going to be supremely unhappy when I show up on Saturday with black hair...they certainly didn't like it last time. Ah well, at least it isn't another tattoo. I'd love to get another one, but I think it's going to have to wait until after graduation. (Which is now only one year away! Amazing!)

Tonight's geography lesson is as follows:

Cocoa =/= cocoa beach. I was unaware of this until tonight...with disastrous results.

Mock me.

I don't know why, but this Pearls Before Swine strip had me laughing SO hard:

So the production crew FINALLY got paid our 2-something an hour paycheck for last semester's Knightly News crew. And it only took them three months to get it to us! Yay for prompt service, right?

For possibly the first time in my entire school career, I finished a paper a full TWO DAYS early! Amazing. I don't think I've ever done that before...and to be honest, I'm fairly confident that it will never happen again. But it did this time! ::shifty eyed glance and nervous laughter:: HAH! Take that, Moses!

Too bad my VCR isn't working, so I have no idea how I'm going to finish my single cam assignment that's due on Monday. And I was on a roll too. Darn.

We are domestic goddesses.

I never thought I would have so much fun slaving all day in the kitchen and ending said day by washing countless plates and bowls...but I had a blast. Everyone seemed to get along really well, and all the Thanksgiving-ish foods we cooked turned out really well. An additional plus: We don't have mountains of leftovers, so by the time Thanksgiving actually gets here, we'll be ready to eat turkey again!

Indeed, it was a fulfilling day. Long and somewhat stressful, but fun and rewarding...and I feel very accomplished. We pulled off everything we set out to do with nary a hitch. (Ok...maybe one hitch. *ahem*). Plus, we baked a kick-ass apple strudel! we rock.

In fact, I'm fairly certain that the intent of this post was simply to reiterate how much we do, in fact, rock.

I think people are confused about the point of college. It seems that the majority of girls are spending thousands of dollars on an education not so that they can have their dream career and spend a happy life working and being satisfied, but so they can find a husband. Why are so many girls willing to throw away years of education to stay at home and be June Cleaver? I'm so confused by this phenomenon. I thought I was the norm, the girl who was working her ass off so that she could get the degree and then spend a lifetime working in a career that she loves. Apparently, that makes me a pariah. Yesterday, in a lecture about propagandistic art, it was revealed by the class at large that getting married is their only goal in life, because that's what society tells me to do. When I revealed that I would prefer to be the woman depicted in strakhov's art than be June Cleaver, I got a whole lot of angry looks from the drones around me...particularly the ones wearing greek letters on their shirts.





Really, am I the only person who finds the second image to be a completely horrifying prospect for a life? I think I might be the only female alive who finds the first image more appealing.

I got lectured to by a pirate today!




I love Halloween.

I have a teeny, tiny request to ask of anyone who parks in the school garages...

If your car does not fit in the parking space, don't park in the garage!

This means:
If your Ford F350 with 32 inch lifts extends 3 feet into the traffic lane and restricts traffic to one lane around your spot, your car is too damn big.
If your Lincoln Towncar land-yacht's trunk is fully extended into the traffic lane, your car is too damn big.
If your car is too WIDE to fit into the spot, thus causing the two spots next to you to become thisclosetoyourcar, your car is too damn big.

I think we get the idea.

/rant