Love Thy Neighbor

I was just reading my daily subscriptions. And I glanced over the date. It said Wednesday February 25 and I was like "how did they do that!? It's Tuesday."

And then I was like !oh SNAP! it is Wednesday, and that is how they did it.

I keep losing electronics. Yesterday my phone hid in the couch for a day, and I tried to answer my TV remote. I was like I KNOW I feel it vibrating beneath me somewhere. And it wasn't in any of my pockets. So yeah of course I felt a square plastic object and tried to answer it. My remote was like WATCHU DOIN TA ME FOO. My remote is so gangsta. What, isn't yours?

I read a CRAZY article yesterday. It's pretty relevant to all yall ladies out there. Especially you college attending ones. I think we all live in a fantasy world sometimes, here in college. Thinking that people who need help are in a third world country. Everyone thinks they're gonna change the world. Well maybe that's just the community I've emersed myself in (future social workers). But look in your freaking front yard. The person right next to you (more often than not) is crying inside behind their smile. Because what should we be doing before we graduate and go be idealistic but probably get burned out from our crappy salary? Do what we can, where we can.

Let's Be Honest With Ourselves Here..

I am not very good at keeping up with my blog. I know. I will write every five seconds for a week and then disappear for several years. And by years I actually mean weeks and by a week I actually mean a day or so. Why not just say that in the first place you may ask? Well mostly I wanted to anger you, theoretical blogging fan. It makes sense, you are my only fan, so why not drive you away?! I guess I haven't written much because I haven't felt like my kooky self. Things suck lately and I am trying not to be too terribly honest about it. But given that my boyfriend and brother are the only two people who pass by here I don't think its too emotionally whore-ish of me to admit to on a public posting device. I just feel like saying something outrageous with lots of swears and bad words. Stuff like THE FUCK WORD. Yeah I just said that. I think I got that out of my system. I should probably go back to writing my critical review on "Mothers on the Fast Track." Though I am neither a mother, nor fast and track-ish... I must still endure and write eight bullsh-- I mean pages about it. So giveN that its a book about everything I am not. And I've got nothin to learn from others................ I am prob gonna go burn it now.
HOWBOUTTHAT?

Cake Decorations of 2008

My Socks Never Match

SO what else does this say about me? I have two conflicting sides? Two personalities? Many colors? One foot like bugs bunny, one plain white? Can't dress myself? Get dressed in the dark? Just don't care? Nothing at all? Well I thought it made a good metaphor. For all of the above are true.

Two conflicting sides, two personalities... well don't we all? We have us, at our best and us at our worst. Our best takes the most effort, but the worst is always using the most effort to knock out the best. Sometimes I feel as though I am a war zone.

Many colors... I like to think of myself as a colorful person. Eccentric, random, with much variety? Yes I would like to think so.

One foot like bugs bunny- My left foot. One plain white- My right foot. My right foot is not my dominant despite being right handed. It is always being injured and sore. And it doesn't fit into shoes right. My left foot is on FIRE. It could take me anywhere and it always fits into shoes. Especially the cute ones that really don't seem to be made for feet but they're beautiful anyway and I try to shove them on my unwilling feet all the same.

And I am the only one with an 8AM so I get dressed in the dark because I don't want to be a jerk and turn on the light in the middle of the night. And I really don't care what I grab for in the darkness and put on, even its a chicken suit (boy was THAT embarrassing).

The end

Eggs

Everytime I eat eggs it reminds me of this time I was really sick in 2nd Grade. I still really like eggs though.

Disk Diss

I got weaseled into being the membership coordinater for my honor society. When it came time for my adviser to pass off the information for it she handed me a floppy disk. A floppy disk??? Why don't you find me a computer that will open this first, then we'll talk.


Oh and the only computer you will find will be on the side of the road because someone threw it out because it is useless. My bad, you could actually gut the moniter and make a very indie-scene lookin weird piece of furniture fish tank. I think we should know by now that if we're spelling the word disk with a 'k' there's trouble on the horizon. I mean cmon is it not bad enough that my poor effing computer is now being held together with duct tape? She had to shame me further by handing me a floppy disk. In the computer world this is a hip teen who is prom queen and everyone wants to be friends with. K this is my computer. It's like she was making a jab. Here put this in you old ass computer!!! HAHAHHAHAHAHAIMHILARIOUS. Even my grandpa machine laughed at the floppy disk. It was like "Are you crazy? I don't even have a place for you to put that. But try to put it in the disc drive because it would be hilaroius when you got it stuck in there and I broke for the third time this school year. Seriously do that. *falls asleep again*" And then a helpful wizard pops up to aid this process.



What I should have done was put it on my head and said "Thanks for the hat" because it is better use as that then portable information. She is also kind of mean. That's why I am being so harsh. That and I'm a terrible person. Thanks for reading.













disk.

Sundays are lame

Pwaul wrote something that reminded me we're related

I'm exactly the same way. If someone asks me to go wash their car for them I feel like a jerk telling them I am on my way to work. In the meantime they let me feel like one. Your friends are right. It's all about confidence. You have to be okay with feeling the way you do, and self-assured enough to tell people about it. When in doubt, speak your truth. And don't worry about the rest. If someone genuinely has a problem with you not wanting to be a floor mat, what good are they to you? There's absolutely nothing wrong with wanting to give to others... but know that it will almost always inevitably cause people to use it as opportunity.

For instance, where I work (in a placement home for juvenile delinquent and abused young teenage girls) if I for one second let my guard down and show them pity they take advantage of me. They will make up a crazy story to make me feel bad for them so they can get out of a chore. They know that people feel bad for them, and they don't seem to take to heart how much value there is to find in a person that cares because they have never had that feeling before. But either way, it doesn't do them any good for me to pity them. And it doesn't do anyone else any good for you to let others walk all over you. Not for the person that is doing it, and not for you. If you stand your ground and make them see how ridiculous their request feels to you, chances are they will start trying to do you favors to make up for it.

8 AMs

The worst thing INVENTED. They should be illegal. I am pretty sure my professor even said "This is too early for me. And I'm retired." Yeah you know what happened? The last required class of my major had a 4:15 section that freaking canceled a day before last semester ended, so they moved 80 people to the 8 AM section. And of course, this being my second to last legitimate class schedule... I had no other choice. So they pulled this teacher FROM THE GRAVE and made him teach IN THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT.

I tried to do the real college thing for the first time ever. Rolled out of bed and threw on stretch pants and a sweatshirt. Didn't even brush my hair. I feel like a creature right now. I have two more classes that must witness me like this. I think I might be slightly OCD because it feels like a waste to make myself look presentable if I have already gone out in public. It's like.. they already know. I am not foolin anyone by acting like I have looked decent all day long. As soon as I step outside someone's gonna walk by and yell "I AM IN YOUR 8 AM THAT WAS NOT WHAT YOU WERE WEARING." And I will, defenselessly (for what defense is there?) go back to my apartment, roll in some dirt, and put my lazy outfit back on, thus restoring my creature state.

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