Blog For Free!
Archives
Home
2008 May
2008 April
2008 March
2008 February
2008 January
2007 December
2007 November
2007 October
2007 September
2007 August
2007 July
2007 June
2007 May
2007 April
2007 March
2007 February
2007 January
2006 December
2006 November
2006 October
2006 September
2006 August
2006 July
2006 June
2006 May
2006 April
2006 March
2006 February
2006 January
2005 December
2005 November
2005 October
2005 September
2005 August
2005 July
2005 June
2005 May
2005 April
2005 March
2005 February
2005 January
2004 December
2004 November
2004 October
2004 September
2004 August
My Links
My Walt Disney World College Program Website
Jeremy's Yahoo Profile
Andrea's Journal
My Yahoo Profile
Homestar Runner
Kenya Cartoon
This Modern World Weekly Comics
Planet Rock, UK's Rock Specialist
tBlog
My Profile
Send tMail
My tFriends
My Images
Sponsored
Blog
| stuff on my mind |
| 10.31.04 (10:44 am) [edit] |
|
I've got so much stuff to say here, no one thing stands out over another. And I've been trying to make these shorter so that people will actually read them (although none of my friends do anymore). So, Sporadic List of stuff on my mind Parents will be happy about me not doing anything Halloween=Supposed to go to Castro=Said no=Kelly ran out of money to do anything=going to kelly's house=can't drink, have to drive home Wish I had gone to SF for bike ride today; beautiful weather, going next weekend and not making the mistake again of telling parents. Will buy new sunglasses, and one of those wonderful Ghiradelli cookies. Went to fratority party last night. Pretty quiet, little/no drinking. It was ok. I was the only new person who stayed until the end. We watched 3rd Austin Powers (which I'd never seen). One person in parking lot of complex recognized costume, one person in party recognized it was from Rocky Horror.  Bought orange spray for hair. Came out neon red. Turned my white collar/aron straps neon pink. Very misleading. Jeremy sent me Halloween card! How sweet! Feel like I should do stuff outside of this room/campus. But what? Did stuff yesterday. Unless I go somewhere specifically to waste time. Not appealing. Should throw away this popcorn from the movies where I saw Surviving Christmas last weekend with my family. 55 days till Christmas! (That is, till Jeremy comes). Bought Jeremy a present yesterday. (Not for Christmas). Has anyone read Peter and the Starcatchers? I want to read it. But the book in all the libraries is In Progress whatever the hell that means. Rode bike through downtown (on which I ripped my jeans) they are already putting up the Xmas in the park snow machines. It should be illegal for any Xmas anything to be done before Halloween; no selling of decorations, no decorations put up, nothing! This is what makes people sick of Christmas before it ever gets here. For some reason I have to make a paddle for this fratority thing. At the local store the basic paddle costs $21! And on the internet they just go up from there. That sucks. I wish I had a jigsaw. Get a piece of thick wood for $5 at Home Depot, and do it mydamnself! I'm so pissed that KSJO is gone. I didn't listen to it all the time. But I don't listen to anyone radio more consistently than others. But that was a great station. Always had hard rock from across the ages, including most of my favorite groups. And now it's a freakin' Spanish station! Maybe it will resurface. Sometimes that happens. In the meantime, who do I write an an irate letter to? I feel like I have wisdom tooth coming in. It hurts like a sonovabitch.  I want to go to Solvang and I'm not quite sure why. It feels so late! Stupid Daylight Savings Time ending. Feel like eating something really fattening. Maybe if I didn't eat (much of) anything else today I could afford it. The only problem is, often when I think I want something, and I eventually get it, it's never as good as I anticipated. The new journal fuckheads did not upload my old mood icons! I'm so pissed. I loved those little girls. That's one of the things I was looking forward to getting them back for! So that I could start using them on this site. But I guess they are gone forever. If only I had known! I would have saved them. I guess that's it. Happy Halloween, everyone! Current Mood:    in pain, bored, and hungryWhat's On: Penny Lane - Beatles |
| 0 Comments |
| Halloween Fratority Pictures |
| 10.31.04 (12:24 am) [edit] |
Here are some pictures of me dressed like Magenta from Rocky Horror. I made this without my mom's help! Maybe I shouldn't've, but I did. Oh well.   This is Phi, another girl in the fratority, whom I have been talking to ever since I considered joining. Next time... More complaints about...well, nothing in particular. We'll see how I'm feeling. And mourning the loss of another great radio station  *Sniff!* Current Mood:  thirsty
|
| 1 Comments |
| intangible thoughts |
| 10.28.04 (10:27 pm) [edit] |
|
how come inarticulate, and articulable are words but not inarticulable? That's like the other non existent word "illegalization" There are somethings I am feeling right now. I'm not exactly sure what they all are. Not very happy things (although not angry either). More like insecure thoughts about myself. But more than i didn't want other people to know has already been said tonight... Current Mood: insecure...maybe?
|
| 1 Comments |
| gym again |
| 10.27.04 (12:53 pm) [edit] |
|
Crap! For reasons precisely unknown to me I came into my room and the first thing I did was binge on popcorn. That wouldn't be so bad if my earlier food choice had been even slightly healthier...that and it if didn't suck like it did. Shit. I was considering taking the night off from the gym, just this once, but after today, I can't, dammit! The worst part about biking in the gym for such long periods of time is that my butt starts to hurt after awhile. Current Mood:  guilty
|
| 2 Comments |
| this entry has no subject |
| 10.26.04 (5:54 pm) [edit] |
|
Let's see... Food here frustrates me. I don't like waiting for it, especially when it seems like a bus pulls up and there's a shit load of people all at once. I once thought there was a great variety of food here. There is, but when you don't want to eat the food because it either starts to taste like crap, or always did to begin with, and everything else seems unappealing or fattening. So i ate another salad again tonight. I hate the food here now. It's probably just as well. I have a lot of crap to eat here in my room. Plus I don't need any of that. I managed ot go to the gym last night. I am going tonight too. I got my absentee ballot today. Now to do my part to aid in the taking out of the most incompetent president ever. Another truly surprisng thing I got in the mail today was a card from my boyfriend. It was so sweet! This National Treasure movie seems so unbelievable and stupid I don't want to see it. Hey! I can log back in to my old journal. Except the website says User uj_fatbottmdgirl has messed up their journal template definition. I'll figure it out later. Time to get dressed for gym now. Current Mood:   Loved and kinda hungry
|
| 0 Comments |
| Descending neurotically |
| 10.25.04 (4:54 pm) [edit] |
|
Damn. I hate thinking about shit. Shit that I ultimately cannot control only minimally. Politics and the possibility of another 4 years of Bush litterally scare me. I won't say why. I'm trying to keep these short(er) because I'm not convinced anyone, especially friends I have allowed to be specially privy to my thoughts. I feel like I have little or no control over things. "All I can control is my reaction to them." How many ways can I react to being here at minimum until 2007...or the man I love being eight states away...or the stupid "well-rounded" way this educational system is set up? I can come up with an assortment of emotional responses, (pissed, dismayed, undaunted) but they don't change a thing. So I think about it, and there are emotional responses but it doesn't change. Yet sometimes I can't stop thinking about it! Current Mood:  neurotic
|
| 1 Comments |
| Home again...I like to be here when I can |
| 10.23.04 (8:42 pm) [edit] |
|
I am in Granite Bay. I have done almost nothing this weekend except watch Muppet Episodes on DVD. I finally satiated my desire for a I am wearing warm loose clothes. Not because I am tired. It just seemed like the thing to do on such a day as this. My mom opted to cheat on her diet today and we went to the wonderful Chinese buffet. That's about the only place i enjoy eating Asian food. It was wonderful too. I'm glad my boyfriend isn't like my grandmother's...actually, I'm glad my dad and most other men aren't like him. He tells stories where he acts like a voicterous ass to employees about something trivial like a wine glass or the return policy on open videos, and then expects the listener to be proud of his asininery. At least when my dad tries to get results he does it calmly without being an obvious jerk. I hope it's still raining tonight. I love going in the spa when it is raining. This time, I won't forget the pina coladas. Tomorrow, my mom and dad are going to see a movie. I think I will make hot chocolate. I am getting some drinks with my uncle, who I haven't seen in at least 5 years! The last time I saw him was his wedding. We're into the same music. Current Mood: 
|
| 0 Comments |
| Rabbit/Barber of Seville |
| 10.21.04 (12:18 am) [edit] |
|
How dooooo! Welcome to my shop! Let me cut your mop! Daintilly... daintilly... I've got all this classical music I am trying to sort through for my video project to decide what I want to use as my theme music. And I just had to listen to Barber of Seville all the way through! I was laughing so hard at just the music!  Chuck Jones was a genius! He's my personal hero! If I could talk to just one person, it would be him! The two girls I want in my video project just happen to be talent that day! Current Mood:  whatever...
|
| 1 Comments |
| irritations |
| 10.20.04 (12:36 am) [edit] |
|
so much to say... yet cannot articulate it. Parents irritating the truth will imprison you Fratority: I didn't come here to be made to feel lesser. Ribbon of lowliness When is that boy going to call? My head aches. Is it over yet? What is the point of all this? How about someone work around my schedule for once! Screaming Frustrations Trying to find the positive 948 days till graduation, 66 till Christmas Need something better Jackhammers Quit prolonging the journey! I want out! Wish I had a warm jacket, wish I had my warm body |
| 0 Comments |
| I'm a mess! |
| 10.18.04 (11:32 pm) [edit] |
|
Uck. I'm a mess. Everything is a mess. I think I need another counseling session, I've got two left. Still waiting for one fairly significant thing to go right. Why has this happened? I was resonably content for awhile! Why now all of a sudden is the same ol' shit depressing me? 67 days till Christmas! Why can't i buy stamps individually like I did at Vista Way? I want chocolate! I shouldn't eat! It's past my dinnertime! I probably won't get dinner at all this week, thanks to that useless biology lab, and that technicality about the shit at the Elementary School District Office. And I probably won't get to go to the gym until Wednesday at the earliest, if I don't go home... Current Mood:  Overwhelmed
|
| 0 Comments |
| Hating my life |
| 10.18.04 (1:32 pm) [edit] |
|
Why? Is it spring 2007 yet? No? Is it Christmas yet? No? I hate this school. I have very strong disliking feelings towards my dad for making me go to a Four-year accredited university...to get an education because he doesn't know the difference between an art college and a trade school. Dumbshit. I still have very strong disliking feelings towards my mom. I haven't talked to her since Thursday. Just when I thought getting to class couldn't be any more inconvinient due to the dorm construction, the cycle repeats...and repeats...and repeats. Ironically, they tell us how this superfulous construction is supposed to make everything so much better. But right now, no. They say it's only for October. If I were going to bet, I would say November 19th they'll be done. I hate the dorms. Probably won't get to go to the gym much/at all this week either. I wondered if Jeremy had gotten my e-mail yet. Then I realized that he probably wasn't even up yet. Stuff sucks. Current Mood:  Bitter
|
| 0 Comments |
| Is it Chrismas yet? |
| 10.17.04 (7:18 pm) [edit] |
|
I cried last night. I miss him so much sometimes. Contrary to popular belief, it is not because I need to see a counselor or because I have nothing better to do than sulk, Jeremy! It's the physical contact I miss the most, I think. Incidentally, does one really need a reason to cry more valid than, "I miss you"? Sometimes it seems like it does. "Why are you crying?" "I miss Jeremy." "Is that all? I thought there was a problem!" So after I talked to him, sobbing, I went to Denny's, ate a Grand Slam, went home, watched Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind, which I enjoyed; I liked the DVD's bonus materials on the special effects and the set; it's such an interesting concept. I talked to my dad. He sounded interested in the possibility of seeing Alice for Halloween, as does Kelly (thankfully), and he didn't try to bend the world to power by attempting to make me feel stupid and acting like a jerk when I purposed Castro for Halloween (thank god one of them isn't an over emotional moron). Talked to Jeremy again. Went to Kelly's film my PSA against running out of beer (an important issue facing many people). She wanted to reschedule because she was feeling like crap. I went over to her house feeling guilty that I was making her do this project with me while she had the flu or something. I found out she was hung over...I had no Her boyfriend came out of her bedroom and left before I started shooting. I managed to hide my seething jealousy; the fact that she has cool parents who don't care if they sleep in the same bed together (unlike my dad, just further evidence, it's time to let them go), and the fact that she has a boyfriend in the same area code as she does who she can hang out with and date and get drunk with, and hold... Yeah...well...my boyfriend is cuter! Wow, that seems so lame! Even in Santa Cruz, Ann Coulter's books, including her most recent How to Talk to a Liberal...if You Must are proudly displayed at the front of the store. I kinda want to read that to see what the woman who thinks carpet-bombing the Arab world, and converting them to Christians thinks she should talk to me. See how long I can read it before dissonance sets in. I need to get on my self-portrait one of these days. 68 days till Christmas!! We're past the halfway point. I don't know if I've ever been this anxious for Christmas to come. Current Mood: blah
|
| 0 Comments |
| alone |
| 10.16.04 (9:50 pm) [edit] |
I went to Santa Cruz. I'm glad I did it. For one thing, I foung a bitchin' AC/DC poster. It was overcast but it felt great. It was nice. That sucker is going up right next to Robert Plant. I'm probably not going to go home next weekend, not because my mom and I fought, but because of a fraternity thing. Of course, if I end up seeing Alice Cooper, (oops, I erased that entry about how I am wanting to see Alice Cooper for the-day-before Halloween more than go to SF; SF will be there next year, and then I can start over again with my bitch of a family :twisted: ) I'll be home weekend-after-next anyway. Ironically, the fight started because I was trying to avoid going home for Halloween. The point of all this is: I miss Jeremy. I want him around me now. I just want to lay down with him and have him put his arms around me and rest my head on his naked chest. I had a fantasy about Jeremy that I want to try while in an errotic supplies/costume store in downtown Santa Cruz today. Ironically, it doesn't have anything to do with costumes or glass dildoes. If you think the air speed velocity of an unladden swallow is supposed to be dirty, you didn't get the joke. Current Mood: lonely and craving the sort of love that is most unobtainable.And that does not mean horny...necessarily. What's On: Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind |
| 0 Comments |
| PS |
| 10.16.04 (2:24 pm) [edit] |
|
Incidentally, my indesiveness does not make me immature, or stupid, as my bitch of a mother very erroneously cited as an example of my appalling lack of judgement in my most recent conversation with her that led me to be more confirmed in my beliefs that i need to cut them out of my life. This is where the truth gets me... |
| 0 Comments |
| Need an adventure |
| 10.16.04 (2:03 pm) [edit] |
|
What doesn't kill me makes me stronger... Tonight, I will play with all of my camera equipment and make it work for me for tomorrow. But today, I want an adventure. I want to go somewhere away from San Jose (because this shithole has nothing that interests me). But where do I go? If only I had my bike! That would at least give me more of a purpose for where I chose to go. Right now, the choices are Santa Cruz (even though there is nothing there) or San Francisco (but I don't really want to spend cash and there is nothing I can think of to do there). I want to go somewhere pretty, but fun. First, I think I will go out to breakfast...maybe not...it sounds good, but if I am going somewhere I want to be there...at the same time, whatever I am moving towards will still be there later. I wish Jeremy were here. At least I would have someone to go on the adventure with me and help me decide where to go. I don't think I want to party today. I've done enough of that lately. Will I let myself feel guilty about not going to the gym today? If I had a bike, I could allieviate this problem. I'm an idiot (or a blondie as Jeremy so lovingly, understandingly, and not at all mean, puts it). The best part about this adventure is, no one but me will know about it, especially my fucking parents!! Incidentally, I have come to a decision. Actually, I have reaffirmed previous conclusions. I need to cut the purse strings from my parents, damn fuckers. Current Mood:  Not nearly as negative, and wondering where I should go.
|
| 0 Comments |
| mother hating |
| 10.15.04 (2:14 am) [edit] |
|
Well, there is a lot of shit I could talk about today, my class, getting an appt to get a TB test, being part of a group that was the first to see a movie... but instead, I am so pissed with my mother because she is such a bitch who knows nothing!!! I want to go to the gym and bike for 2 hours because I am so pissed! I hate her! I hate her! Current Mood:   Pissed and warmWhat's on:Will & Grace - Sons and Lovers |
| 2 Comments |
| tomorrow and the next day. | ||
| 10.14.04 (2:37 am) [edit] | ||
|
My introspectus (that dumb report I had to write for the fratority) was accepted. Now I get to spend my Friday night, from 5:30-12:00, at the "informal initiation" in which I am supposed to bring a quarter, my keys, an ID, a plain white shirt "I don't mind damaging." Great. Sounds like socializing...socializing and asininery. I need much alcohol to have a combination of the 2. Why am I doing this again?! I'd better be able to have a few minutes to myself to talk to Jeremy. Must...attempt...to keep...open mind... I need a haircut. Tomorrow I start working. Tomorrow I also need to pick up my camera equipment. I am also going to see the prescreening of The Big White (I don't know if there is more to that title). I wonder if the health center on campus can give me that damn TB test. It would be a helluva lot more convinient than going out to Santa Theresa, twice, which I don't have time for! I have no damn cold drinks! The only drinkable things I have here is beer, and that isn't exactly the most ideal thrist-quencer! If only the tap water here didn't taste like crap! Internet Time Waster:
I miss Jeremy... Current Mood:   hot, blah, thirsty, lonely and wanting physical contactWhat's on: Will & Grace - The Honeymoon's Over |
||
| 0 Comments | ||
| Frustrations |
| 10.13.04 (4:27 pm) [edit] |
|
Is it Spring 2007, yet? I hate this! I feel blocked. All I am doing is wasting my time. I could be taking classes that are actually applicable and worthwhile for something. But instead, I am still in fucking general education. There is another rant I go on so often about how so much related to me is about making my dad happy. One of these days, I will ask my mother why that is. Current Mood:  Frustrated
|
| 0 Comments |
| inadequate |
| 10.13.04 (12:49 am) [edit] |
|
Why do I so often let myself down this path of feeling incomparable, inadequate, and just not good enough? Current Mood: insecureWhat's On: Raising Arizona |
| 1 Comments |
| Missing Jeremy |
| 10.12.04 (8:42 pm) [edit] |
|
I wish Jeremy were here. Then maybe I could have someone to go to the free movie with me on Thursday night. I like doing free things with my favorite person. Sometimes, I like to think about different places I would like to take him. Places I've been before that I like. If only he weren't so blasé about things tho. To dream that you are in a brothel, indicates dissatisfaction and deprivation in your emotional or sexual relationship. Your physical urges need attention. Tell me something I don't know! I get to be the last person to direct for my TV Production class! Thank God! Almost makes me sad I decided to get a head start on it by working on it this weekend! Going to the gym now! Current Mood: meh
|
| 0 Comments |
| TB Test Bullshit |
| 10.12.04 (6:00 pm) [edit] |
|
Well, 3 days before I am supposed to start working at Parkview, the principal calls me and says that I need to make field trip down to the district office show them my work eligibility shit, which includes a copy of my most recent TB Test. Of course, my last TB test was over 10 years ago, making it very null, and my parents can't find it anyway! So now, I get to take 3 field trips, one to Kaiser to get a TB Test, one to get the results, and another to get the damn results to the district office! Hot damn! Current Mood:  Irritated and a little bit crampy
|
| 1 Comments |
| Food |
| 10.10.04 (8:17 pm) [edit] |
|
Well, i fell asleep for another 3 hours (thus resolving the "why am I awake at 8:00?" issue). I hate this! I don't like going out for food on the weekends! I want to be able to cook! I want to make my own fucking dinner, whatever it might be! I want to be able to make my own damn salads, boil water, grill things! I hate this dorm! I want out! This is not fun! Having to rely on crappy high calorie fast food and shit! I want some real fucking food! Grrr... Current Mood: aggrivated
|
| 0 Comments |
| Friday & the Walk-a-thon |
| 10.10.04 (1:09 pm) [edit] |
|
So I finally turned in my damn fratority paper. I have a suspicion I'll have to redo some part of it, if not all of it. I have determined I would love to work in a college when I finish, simply because of the hours. Evidentally, people who kinda run things here, or so I have noticed get to name their own hours. Maybe they have on a sign somewhere "Open 8-5" but if they up and decide to close at 3, take a 2 hour break in the middle of everything, or have an hour-and-fifteen minute lunch break an hour or two after getting there, they can. I would love to work in a job like that! This is just a pattern of behavior I have noted here. Of course I have never in my life needed to go to this place called "The Student Life Center." In fact, in my entire college career, I think I have been there twice. Of course on Friday I needed to go there to turn in this paper. And for reasons not clear to me, everyone who works there decided that they needed to be gone from 11:00 to 1:00. (But they regretted any inconvinience this might create for me! Aw! The fuck you did!) Despite wanting to go to Mrs. Reed's class, I was stuck waiting around for these deadbeats to come back for an hour. I did get to Mrs. Reed's class where all I did was write a catergory for "Jeopardy" (it's just like regular Jeopardy, but it's played amongst the table groups, and if they can't answer a question, someone else still can. Yes, there is an exchange of play money used in the classroom involved). Then I helped set up the Walk-a-Thon a little bit, went to Victoria's and bought face paint for the next day (which was good because they paint they provided was crap). Ate at Taco Bell and felt really guilty about it after, partly because it was not nearly as satiating as I had initially hoped. I went back to my room and drew up/out some ideas for things I could paint on people's faces the next day. The next day, I woke up at 8:00, bought some soap and a Starbucks. I set myself up at the school. When I was drawing the things for what I could paint, they were really random and simply things that I could paint with the 5 colors in my kit and that were quick and easy enough for me, and whoever I was working with to do them too. I had things like a rainbow and cloud, a heart (kids have no imagination; they think hearts should only be red, not blue or any other color that isn't red or possibly pink), and a couple of characters, including Spiderman and Hello Kitty. I never thought I would be painting so many damn Hello Kitties! That was the most popular design. But I had a lot of fun, even when my second costumer of the day was crying. They really liked what I was doing, and I enjoyed doing it. I came back to my room and got the feeling like I should really do something. So I went out with my cousin. That was pretty fun. We had dinner at Applebee's, then we went to a karoke bar in Japantown, we sang nor drank anything, if you go a'karoking, you need to be in a group that comprises approx 25% of the population of the bar. There was a group of women in their upper 20's and a guy who took off his shirt and danced on their table. Then we went to a club in Mt View that was OK. Too many people, not enough room to breathe, music that wasn't my scene. I'm more into the drinking scene than the scene scene. Today, what am I going to do, besides homework? A. Flea Market B. Gym (this needs to be the week I get back to the gym! It's been too damn long!). C. Sewing D. Painting E. Homework (OK, E is a definite at some point). Whatever it is, I should do it. Why is it that I go to sleep at 3, and I still wake up at 8? Current Mood:  N/A
|
| 0 Comments |
| boys/men and things in between |
| 10.10.04 (5:17 am) [edit] |
|
Honestly, what is so hard to comprehend about the phrase, "I have a boyfriend?" More on the last could of days later. Current Mood: Ill at ease
|
| 0 Comments |
| last night |
| 10.08.04 (1:29 pm) [edit] |
|
Last night was fun. That whole nailed thing, relates to one of the entries earlier yesterday. I even used the backspace in the entry, Jeremy. Kelly, Kelly's boyfriend (who did show up after all), mom, stepdad, and stepsister went to 3 different bars in San Jose, (it's so nice to live in a town where there are an abundance of bars within walking distance of my school!) inlcuding a karoke bar (which we actually drove to). I sang a song for my absent sweetie, Wouldn't it Be Nice. Kelly had her first buttery nipple. I'm not sure if she liked it or not. The lemon drop and mai thai(?) at the karoke bar was good, the comocozzi wasn't. Crap. Now I have to finish that stupid paper for that stupid fratority. Current Mood: awake
|
| 0 Comments |
| Whoo hooo!!!! |
| 10.08.04 (4:27 am) [edit] |
|
I'm so glad people turn 21. Wonder when I'll get to be hammered again. I guess if I am hammered, that makes me the nail. One of these days, I will be the nailed one. Something about this room makes me so congested. Current Mood:  More drunk than I initially realized
|
| 0 Comments |
| Beer Name Poll |
| 10.07.04 (5:20 pm) [edit] |
|
:?: Incidentally, which would make a better beer name? "Nation's Best" named after Carrie Nation. She was pioneer of the temperance movement that would later lead to that time in US history when everyone was drunk, and/or sexed up (thanks to the automobile) called Prohibition. She, with her possy of other uppity church ladies, would go into bars with axes and sledgehammers and tear them apart.  How many Nation's Bests would you have to drink to make that attractive? OR An imported German beer called Rottweiler? |
| 1 Comments |
| this entry has no subject |
| 10.07.04 (4:29 pm) [edit] |
|
Man! I feel almost hung over, but I haven't had a drink in a week. (I might be changing that tonight though; I don't know when I'll drink after that). Though I feel nauseous, I'm hungry, but I am almost afraid to eat. Eating was not kind to me yesterday. I'll eat in a few hours. In life, sometimes you are the hammer, or you are the nail. So the question becomes would you rather get hammered or nailed? Well, considering in the last 3 months I've been hammered maybe 5 or 6 times...  I was up until 4:30 writing my genre analysis paper of Reno 9-1-1! By the end of the paper, I didn't even know what the hell I was doing, partly because I had some sort of a revelation that allowed me to add technical jargon to the paper. But at the same time, I'm not sure that it was an accurate revelation. However, I once wrote a paper based on an article in a geology journal (talk about jargon!). I didn't understand it. It was like translating a foreign language, breaking down every word, and I still didn't know what the hell I was writing. Nevertheless, I got an A on the paper! So hopefully, I didn't completely botch it. It made sense when I wrote it. Crap. I bought the beer last night for part one of my big project for RTVF 171. I have to save all the receipts and tape them into a production book (it's complicated, you don't care). I also got a shitloada varying cold treatments, and the other stuff I forgot to get last time I was at the store, including sewing equipment. Well, yay. Now I get to do my homework for a non-class, all about me. Current Mood:   Congested, Hungry, Warm and Groggy
|
| 0 Comments |
| Disgusted |
| 10.06.04 (11:07 pm) [edit] |
|
I've learned something today. I should not eat anything bigger than a green salad. I feel like purging again. I am trying to convince myself that vomiting, self-induced or otherwise, will not really make me feel better. I sooo need to get back to gym I am going to the grocery store tonight to avoid a fire dirll. Isn't there something ironic about leaving the building so that I don't have to leave it later? Current Mood:  nauseous
|
| 0 Comments |
None
| Cold |
| 10.05.04 (12:46 pm) [edit] |
|
Well, it's official. I have a cold. Shit, I'm miserable. My throat is so sore. The last time I can remember being cold is right after I got to Disney World. Is it better to breathe out of two nostrils, but be dripping like a leaky fountain and burning from the spray I put up my nose, or to feel congested in my right nostril? Shit. I hate it when it is dark outside like this. It will probably get warmer. It just all of a sudden decided it was going to be fall. I have to write 2 papers this week. One I don't mind writing because it is an assignment for a class and a grade. And the other is a big ol' paper about my myself for this stupid fratority thing I am being told I want to be a part of. I was going to go home in 2 weeks. But now I can't because that is when the "Informal something-or-another is." Why am I doing this again? Oh, I remember! Because according to my mom, "It's a good way to meet new people," one of my favorite activities. I already know as many people as I want to know. Even some of them I'm sure I wouldn't mind not knowing anymore. Current Mood: Congested
|
| 1 Comments |
| this entry has no subject |
| 10.04.04 (1:08 am) [edit] |
|
Is there anything very important I want to say here? No, but I'll go on any way. I cleaned my room, and my aunt didn't even come up and see it. At least it's clean(er). They finally had Ella Enchanted at the video store. It's only the 5th time I've been there since the movie came out on video and they've never had it. I very much enjoyed it, except for the fact that I have had Somebody to Love stuck in my head since. (OK song, great band). I started watching a movie that I have never seen before, Dr. Strangelove or the really long alternative title. I didn't quite know what to expect. I'm enjoying it. It's funny and somehow presently applicable. I am at the part where in the war room (where there is no fighting allowed) they are realizing that there is still one plane who has not aborted the mission. Parts of this movie, and Duck Soup seem both somehow applicable... 82 more days until I can see Jeremy! Princes on Fractured Fairytales always have haircuts like Prince Valliant. I went a lot of places today. I went to 2 fabric stores for bias tape, and since I forgot the seam ripper at one store, I had to go to another, Home Depot for mini screwdrivers to fix my sunglasses, Pier 1 for margarita glasses my mom discovered online and thought would go great with my navy blue and lime green scheme (they are cool looking),  Toys R Us just for fun, Cost Plus because I was looking for Pumpkin Beer that I saw at the store in Citrus Heights to save for when Jeremy comes (in 82 days...it was worth repeating)  They didn't have it. But I learned that imported beer, such as Corona, is about $1.50 cheaper at Cost Plus than most grocery/liquor/convinienc e stores (we have lots of those around here, Jeremy! :lol: ). I went to the temporary Spirit Halloween Superstore looking for Halloween face paint that works by adding water (didn't find it) Michael's for a doily, Target where I got a new fun black bra that I love, a button up black dress shirt at the Goodwill store, and Safeway for milk, thread, needles, plastic silverware. I failed to get thread and needles.And I also forgot to buy a very cheap pair of sunglasses to fix the broken pair. I really need to be better about going to the gym, even if it's just for a 1/2 hour a day. I feel disgusting. My favorite song right now seems to be Dedicated to the One I Love. Just another one of those seemingly appropriate songs. Current Mood:  Kinda tired, at least i get to sleep in some tomorrow.
|
| 0 Comments |
| 1000 Hits! |
| 10.02.04 (6:10 pm) [edit] |
|
I have had over 1000 hits to this blog in just 2 months. It's October, finally! I hate September. The only part about September is that is when I met Jeremy. Otherwise, it's shit. It just kinda sits there between summer time and the block of holidays starting with my favorite, Halloween. I don't know why it's my favorite. Maybe it's because I am rather macabre. That reminds me! I should start listening to my first CD, Nightmare Before Christmas Soundtrack. That is, as soon as my dad returns my CDs because I am the one who buys the fun classic rock CDs and complitations, and he stole almost my entire collection. He would have taken my brunt CDs if I had let him come up to my room. Actually, I found my Life and Crimes of Alice Cooper collection so I am not completely without resources. Shit. I have to cleam my room. My aunt wants to see it. I had my Writing Test today. On the first part I had to write an essay about what are my prejudices. In other words, "Here is why I am a narrowminded moron." Oh well. I think someday I would like to make a documentary about people who do the Rocky Horror Midnight Theater thing. I wonder if it will be funny. Current Mood: NoneWhat's on: Spinal Tap |
| 1 Comments |
| Crazy...but that's how it goes |
| 10.02.04 (5:10 am) [edit] |
|
I think this is the 4th time I am going to try and post, but shit keeps coming up. Let's see if I can make it happen this time. Where is Jeremy? We didn't get to talk for very long last night because I went out, and I can't get him tonight. That is, he didn't say he was doing anything. So, got our biology tests beack today. The average score was a 27/50. He added 10 points to the tests to even out the curve. What does that say about a test (or perhaps something else) that needs to have a 20% curve on it? At any rate, I ended up with a B on the test. Thank god! I was up all night between Tuesday and Wednesday because I was working on a paper. Working on this paper has been challenging. First, I didn't understand the assignment. Then I had to wait for my computer to come back from it's little field trip to Tennessee. Then I could work on the project. And I thought it was better to do it all in one or 2 big sessions. You had to turn it into this little window on the website that wouldn't accept more than 700 words. In most situations, I am more apt to type too much rather than too little. In this case, in the last hour I was working on the paper, I was editing it to see if instead of writing something like "a book" i could get the word count down by writing "books." I hate anal retentive assignments. What else? My broadcasting teacher substituted in a few of my classes this week. Having her there reminded me of how much I miss her classes. I learned a lot, and it was something I looked forward to. I can look forward to it next semester. Oh yeah, this fratority thing. So I went to the meeting for all the people they are trying to get into their little snare. First off, the going rate on friends these days is $120. I wouldn't pay for it, if I did, I wouldn't. Whatever, resume material. My dad had given me the impression that "You pay them, you're in, you only show up if the mood strikes you (which it won't). You have to write a papers about your philosophy on life (it's a bitch then you die, how do I make that 800 words?) and about your thoughts on the club (it's my dad's idea) and make 4 copies. The purpose of all this evidentally is to hook me up with someone who will be my "big brother/sister" (like that non-profit organization, i guess) and be my special friend or whatever. How would it sound if I said, "I'm introverted. I feel alone in a crowd. I don't know exactly why I am paying to go to a place where I know I will feel alienated. I like moonlight walks, snuggling by the fire, and ice Cold Ones on hot days, and I am only in this organization because I need more extracirruclar activites for my resume." Plus, I would have to go meetings every week for the first semester. I would have to in the end go to something called a "formal initiation." I love getting dressed up. But my definition of "dressed up" is getting to look like a tart and wear my platform boots. I don't know. It all sounds rather stupid. But I'm probably going to do it anyway. Randy Rhoads is freakin' awesome! And why is it so damn hard to find Feel Like Makin' Love and She Sells Sanctuary? Last night was so much fun. I saw Andrea's friend Narineh on campus yesterday, and she invited me out to go bar hoping with them for her 21st birthday. So I "got dressed up" (club shirt, no boots). We walked to a bunch of places in downtown San Jose. The first place we went was the San Jose Bar and Grill. It was OK. I didn't like it too much. There were a lot of people there. Music was just blaring to the point that you have to yell in someone's ear to say something. For some reason Starsky and Hutch was playing on a big screen in there. Plus they also had a $10 minimum on credit card drinks. So that kinda sucked. Especially since we were there for so long, and I had to close the tab. At that place, I ended up talking a little to Narineh's sister, and to Andrea's boyfriend's friend. (Who between the 2 of them and not knowing many of the people in the circle well felt out of place). Drink Count Bar #1: A cosmopolitan, most of a Fat Tire, 1/2 of a hurricane, and I had a sip of an adios mutha fucka (i think the name alone says it all). Then we went to the next whiskey bar in San Pedro Square. That was cool. It was much smaller, and much more intimate. I met a guy there who I ended up talking to for the rest of the night, mostly because he kept buying me drinks. We just talked about a lot of stuff. It was fun. I did tell him I had a boyfriend. When he asked why he wasn't there, I said he was working. (He may have been working, but I left out the detail of if he was working, it was in Kentucky). He wanted to hold my hand between the bars, I told him I'd better not. (See, I'm a good girl around other guys...except Jeremy). Drink Count Bar #2: 1 buttery nipple, 1 rum/coke, 1 lemon drop (which is really good), and a drink that the bartender invented on the spot when I told him to invent a drink with a little bit of flavor in it. We all went to the next bar, which was a lot like the first, noisy. There the guy bought me a gin & tonic. After the bar closed, we parted ways, I found Andrea, and I went back to her apartment and passed out for about 2 or 3 hours, and walked home at 5:00 in the morning still buzzed. Something handy I learned in biology, hangovers are caused by dehydration. So I came home, had a bottle of water. I woke up and went to the bathroom a bunch of times. Each time I did, I drank a bottle of water. So by the time I woke up at break of noon, I only felt groggy (like after drinking a six-pack) rather than hung like a horse. Thus, my theory that General Ed is a bunch of useless trivia that will never come in handy has been disproven. Of course, when I sleep in excessively, my whole time theory is askew. At 2:00 this afternoon it felt like 10 or 11. Speaking of 6-packs, I need to do a project for my TV Production class. A 3 minute show including a 30 second commercial. My initial idea for the commercial that could be titled, "Communism, the party for slackers" is probably not going to work out with the guidelines of the assignment. Kelly has agreed to star in the commercial (I had no doubt she would, damn lens louse!). The new commercial idea is, something having to do with going to the fridge for a another beer, only to find the carton empty, accompanied by a Psycho shower track and then something about "Don't let this happen to you! Next time, get a 12-pack" And then I have another idea for a graphic that says: The 12-Pack* and in fine print: *May not be available in the parts of the Bible Belt (Just for you, Jeremy). I should go to bed. I have to take a writing test at 11:15. I miss Jeremy!!! Current Mood:  Horny
|
| 0 Comments |
Something else will go here soon KSJS Radio Promotion
5 KSJS Drops