Sawmill Gravy IV Infusion. - 2004-03-09 11:12 p.m.
1) No one hates me! At least no one I was worried about. I'm sure a poverty-stricken Iraqi hates me just for being American, but I'm talking about friends here. Huzzah! I love everyone! Let's hug!
2) I've just been asked to pick the restuarant for my birthday dinner. No fancy-pants joint for me, no-sir-ee. I'm goin' to Cracker Barrel! I'm already drooling on the keyboard. I swear, God's favorite meal has to be breakfast-for-dinner at Cracker Barrel. If it weren't quite so lethal, I'd give myself a sawmill gravy IV infusion.
WTF?! - 2004-03-09 9:49 p.m.
Let's get the fun stuff taken care of first. My fiscal year bonus comes out Thursday, and I'm not saving one red cent. Saving is for chumps, and I've been a chump too long. I'm blowing that puppy! Guess what I'm buying?
Yes, I DO need a pink IPod.
I am really distraught. Issue the First: There are 26 students in my program, 24 females. Seeing the same people day in-day out, you start to become attached. Three of said females began the semester pregnant. For the past few weeks, Tina experienced lots of cramps and hemorrhaging. This past week she miscarried. This weekend, Sarah delivered at 22-ish weeks (I'm not for sure, somewhere between 20 and 24 I think.) It didn't survive. School hasn't been a very fun place to be the past few days for me, but I really can't imagine how Jana Beth (potential mommy #3) has been feeling. I know it's cliche, but =(.
Issue the Second: I took a step in faith to assist two friends of mine. I didn't act on maliciousness or spite. I had no intentions of discussing those not present, just the issue at hand. I entered to convince Mr. ClosedMouth to open up and expose what he was feeling. And now I'm up against the wall, fucking confused with both of them hating me. Moral of the story? Don't try to help people.
"Keep believing, and do what you do.
I can't help you, but I know things are gonna get better." - Pulp, Sylvia
My Eyebrows Are Free! - 2004-03-07 10:54 p.m.
1) I have recently acquired an electric bikini/eyebrow trimmer. It has turned my world upside down! No longer will I go through life with heavy, neanderthal-style brows. No longer will I suffer night after night of painful plucking. My eyebrows are free to be beautiful! My bikini area is also free to be beautiful, but since someone sees my eyebrows long before my 'special area', the eyebrows excite me more.
2) Christopher has returned from London, and he semi-loves me. Huzzah! Apparently, everyone in England looked like me. Londoners have stolen my haircut and sense of style. Boo on them!
Have a Sense of Proportion, People! - 2004-03-04 11:47 p.m.
This morning, whilst washing my face, I accidentally shoved my finger up my nose and scored a major nosebleed. I rule.
Lately, I've been posed the same question by several co-workers/classmates. "Are you depressed?" Why are you people asking me this? (1) It's none of your damn business. (2) I'm not. I just have a realistic sense of proportion and my place in the universe. (3) Now go away!
Is Chris in England right now? He fell off the face of the Earth.
Alyssa's comment made my day this evening. She is so lovely. "You're so supportive. Like a 24-hour sports bra. Only much cuter."
Squeee! - 2004-03-03 10:00 p.m.
MST3K. 1992 -2004 - 2004-03-03 9:31 p.m.
A few weeks ago, Mystery Science Theater 3000 went off the air. Possibly forever. If you're not familiar with the show, then you missed out. An entire 2 to 3 hour television show based around a human and his robot pals making wisecracks while watching a terrible old B-movie - it's magic! In respect, I'll sing the theme song, followed by a moment of silence.
"In the not too distant future
Way down in Deep Thirteen
The evil Dr. Forrester
Was hatching a nasty scheme.
He hired a temp by the name of Mike
Just a regular joe he didn't like
His experiment needed a good test case
So he conked him on the noggin and shot him into space.
"I'll send him cheesy movies
The worst I can find
He'll have to sit and watch them all
As I monitor his mind."
Now keep in mind Mike can't control
When the movies begin or end.
He'll try and keep his sanity
With the help of his robot friends.
ROBOT ROLL CALL!
Cambot!
Gypsy!
Tom Servo!
Crooooow!
If you're wondering how he eats and breathes
And other science facts
Just repeat to yourself, "It's just a show
I should really just relax."
For Mystery Science Theater 3000!
Rest in peace, my robot buddies.