Wednesday, May 25, 2011
Lalalalala
My house was thisclose to burning down today. And weirdly, I was more concerned about my pugs' safety than losing all of my belongings and important documents. Pugs>Life. Just saying. Anyways, I also have to take "Interpersonal Communication." Which means I actually have to interact with the general public and care about their feelings. Bleh. It's not that I don't care about people, because honestly, I really do, but I want my care to be sincere, and not a class assignment. But I weirded out my whole class today anyway, so chances are they probably won't ever talk to me again. Their loss. OH! And I'm going to see the Hangover II tonight, at midnight. Pros: It could be funny. Cons: I have a dentist appointment at 9 tomorrow morning, and I have to get my brother up at 6:20 a.m. FUN FUN FUN, YEAH! :)
Sunday, May 8, 2011
Narrator: When people think you're dying, they really, really listen to you, instead of just …
Marla Singer: … instead of just waiting for their turn to speak?
-Fight Club
Nobody really gives a crap about what you have to say until you tell them you're dying or you're a risk to yourself. Unfortunately for me, nobody cares either way. Except maybe I have nothing to say. Oh well.
Saturday, May 7, 2011
Friday, May 6, 2011
Back when I was a wee lass, and enjoyed
playing Candyland because I was a kid,
and not because I am a freak who lives in the unshaven armpit of Texas with nothing to do like I am now,
whenever I landed on Queen Frostine, I like
went into convulsions and started speaking in tongues. Well, not really, but it was pretty close.
JUDAS, JUDAH-AH!
I'm not going to lie, I'm completely obsessed with this song.
Also, I really like the gold crown of thorns "Jesus" is wearing. I want one.
It'd be so cool.
I envy this Jesus.
Is that bad?
Oh well.
Thursday, May 5, 2011
You're Just JEALOUS!
So, apparently this blog has just become me ranting about the douchebags of society and their actions. Oh well, it is what it 'tis. Anyway, my topic for the day is jealousy. :)
First of all, I hate the phrase, "they're just mean to you because they're jealous." Really? Maybe they're mean to you because you're annoying. Stop hovering around them like a nat hovers around rotting fruit, and maybe they won't be so mean to you. They don't like you? GET A CLUE and find someone that does. Can't find anyone? Maybe you should start wearing deodorant, it works wonders. It's that easy.
And the whole, "Look at those girls flirting with my boyfriend" or vice-versa, thing. Really? I especially find this entertaining when your "significant other" asks you to stop flirting with other people and then you say "I can do whatever I want. You don't own me." Which is true, but it should also work the other way around, too. You're his/her boy/girlfriend, not their gestapo officer. Stop being jealous about that stuff. We're young and free and animals with too many pheromones. It's natural.
I really just lost my train of thought now, because I'm at work and someone's running our banshee/dinosaur hybrid of a copy machine. Dammit. Oh well.
First of all, I hate the phrase, "they're just mean to you because they're jealous." Really? Maybe they're mean to you because you're annoying. Stop hovering around them like a nat hovers around rotting fruit, and maybe they won't be so mean to you. They don't like you? GET A CLUE and find someone that does. Can't find anyone? Maybe you should start wearing deodorant, it works wonders. It's that easy.
And the whole, "Look at those girls flirting with my boyfriend" or vice-versa, thing. Really? I especially find this entertaining when your "significant other" asks you to stop flirting with other people and then you say "I can do whatever I want. You don't own me." Which is true, but it should also work the other way around, too. You're his/her boy/girlfriend, not their gestapo officer. Stop being jealous about that stuff. We're young and free and animals with too many pheromones. It's natural.
I really just lost my train of thought now, because I'm at work and someone's running our banshee/dinosaur hybrid of a copy machine. Dammit. Oh well.
Wednesday, May 4, 2011
Tuesday, May 3, 2011
Things That Are "Disturbing Yet Awesome"
So I've gotten approximately 50 million (overexaggeration) spam thingies about Osama Bin Laden's "death." As weird as this may seem they inspired me to write this list. Woosha.
1. Platypi- Duck/Beaver hybrid that lays eggs but is considered a mammal. Well I'll just call it a Beavuck. Because it sounds funnier than platypus, and it also sounds *dirty* :).
2. Quentin Tarantino Movies- Blood, guts, no absense of the word "f*ck" and absolutely awesome.
3. Bald cats.
4. Santa Claus- He apparently watches you whilst you are sleeping, completely unaware of this, but it's okay 'cause he's got presents and candy, and let's be honest, some pretty fierce facial hair.
8. My "Dance" Skills.
Monday, May 2, 2011
Me Coldheartedly making fun of people in my class:
1. Hair Girl in Psychology: If you continue to toss your funknasty crunchy hair all over MY desk, I will take action. With scissors. And Gorrilla Glue. And feathers. And Googly eyes.
2. Snot Guy in Psychology: Stop loudly snorting up your snot like the redneck you are. It obviously isn't helping. Get a box of Kleenex- it will work wonders. Also, it creeps my friend out that you know her name, and she doesn't know how. Stop.
3. Less-than-Superman in Art History: WTF you're like in your mid 30s. Stop pretending you are superman by wearing your Superman visor, Superman shirts, Superman jacket, and Superman pajama pants. Seriously? Do you have no other pants? Is it wrong to think that you'd wear those damn things to a funeral? Sweet James, man.
4. Loud as Hell Girl in Art History: You arrive late and walk like a hippo with clubbed feet, then you plop down in your desk, hurl your bag that's apparently filled with bricks and animal carcasses on the floor, proceed to go through your papers frantically, like you've actually taken notes, then your cell phone goes off playing ICP bullshaz, and all the while I secretly want to punch you in the face.
5. Creepy Couple in TX Govt: Do you even wipe your butts without eachother?! Seriously. The world will not implode in on itself if you guys aren't around eachother for two damn seconds. It's weird. Weird even for me. And quit staring at me. That's even weirder.
7. Girl that Asks Legitimately Stupid Questions in Art History: Not only are your inquiries COMPLETELY irrelevant to the artwork at hand, but they are completely the most insipid things to ever come crawling out of someone's mouth. SHUT UP.
I'm mean. That's probably why I only have like 4 friends. Ugh. :I
2. Snot Guy in Psychology: Stop loudly snorting up your snot like the redneck you are. It obviously isn't helping. Get a box of Kleenex- it will work wonders. Also, it creeps my friend out that you know her name, and she doesn't know how. Stop.
3. Less-than-Superman in Art History: WTF you're like in your mid 30s. Stop pretending you are superman by wearing your Superman visor, Superman shirts, Superman jacket, and Superman pajama pants. Seriously? Do you have no other pants? Is it wrong to think that you'd wear those damn things to a funeral? Sweet James, man.
4. Loud as Hell Girl in Art History: You arrive late and walk like a hippo with clubbed feet, then you plop down in your desk, hurl your bag that's apparently filled with bricks and animal carcasses on the floor, proceed to go through your papers frantically, like you've actually taken notes, then your cell phone goes off playing ICP bullshaz, and all the while I secretly want to punch you in the face.
5. Creepy Couple in TX Govt: Do you even wipe your butts without eachother?! Seriously. The world will not implode in on itself if you guys aren't around eachother for two damn seconds. It's weird. Weird even for me. And quit staring at me. That's even weirder.
7. Girl that Asks Legitimately Stupid Questions in Art History: Not only are your inquiries COMPLETELY irrelevant to the artwork at hand, but they are completely the most insipid things to ever come crawling out of someone's mouth. SHUT UP.
I'm mean. That's probably why I only have like 4 friends. Ugh. :I
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