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.