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17 May 2011 @ 02:28 pm

Today I went to my journalism class to begin drafting my final story, and the guy working next to me asked, "Have you taken any English classes here?"

I just started laughing.

Because I've taken every English class here.

I can't wait to transfer.

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Current Location: OCC
Current Mood: amusedamused
Current Music: "Life Goes On" Leanne Rimes
02 May 2011 @ 12:57 pm
Note to self:

Easy come, easy go.
Current Location: OCC Waiting Room
Current Mood: indifferentindifferent
22 April 2011 @ 01:35 pm
Dear Brad Paisley,

When I look at your career, it makes me sad. No one has ever gotten laid off the line "I want to check you for ticks." Please stop singing. Country music is so much better than you.

Current Location: Car
Current Mood: disappointeddisappointed
Current Music: "Dirt on the Tires" Brad Paisley
20 April 2011 @ 11:10 am
When I am around adults, I have no delusions about my personality, or the fact that I'm not really suited to motherhood. Much less single motherhood (though the reasons for the "single" in that is a whole other story). I am consciously self-centered, chafe under over familiarity, and am all around far too similar to my father to justify having kids. But every time I see a shy little kid, age eight or under, some part of my brain goes "So cuuuuuute! I want one!" Then, automatically, I begin to barter with myself. Like, maybe if I work on this, it'd make me capable of being like that; if I manage to accomplish this goal, it'd mellow me out enough to dp the mom thing. Uh huh, sure, lol.

Overall, I know better, and it shows as soon as the adorable little whosit goes home. I've looked into the idea of becoming a surrogate mother someday, so I can at least experience the process of pregnancy, which I've also always been curious about. I play with the idea every now and then, then forget about it for months at a time. I may do it in the next two or three years. Weird, I know, but it's something to think about whenever the path not chosen makes me wistful Anyway. . .

Today my English teacher brought his six-year-old son to class. So cuuuuuuute! I want one.

You Are 48% Selfish

You are quite balanced. You are able to compromise when it's in the best interests of those involved.

But you're no pushover. If something is important to you, you'll get it!

Current Location: Class
Current Mood: enviousenvious
Current Music: "I Will Buy You a New Life" by Everclear
17 April 2011 @ 11:42 pm
"I thought she was pretty, she's nothing like the things you said,
The woman you described couldn't even turn your head,
The two of you looked lost inside a world all your own,
Like you couldn't wait to get her alone.

So I guess that means that things are better?
Must not be so bad at home,
I thought it looked like you were leaving,
But it don't,
And I heard you tell her you still love her,
So it doesn't matter what you say,
I saw it all...from a table away."

Sometimes when I hear a song that resonates with what I'm feeling, I can become a slave to it for a whole night. I've had this one playing on repeat for about an hour and a half now, and I'm still not sick of it yet... That weird?

I have a friend that's going through similar feelings to what the lyrics cover, and I've been spending a lot of time trying to help her recover. It's weird how sometimes the universe seems to set you up to test your old grievances. I can relate to my friend's pain because I went through it myself once, but I think that at the time I was hurt as much by the fact that I didn't have anyone to turn to for support as much as I was by the asshole who actually lied to me. I think that it did make me strong, but it also made me see a lot of the people around me as fair weather friends, and distance myself from them accordingly. It some cases that was for the best, some not. Now I'm doing my best to see someone else through man-induced depression, and I wonder, is it wrong to feel happy that I have the chance to be a better friend than I had at the time of my own heartache? Who knows.
Current Location: Bedroom
Current Mood: contemplativecontemplative
Current Music: "From a Table Away" Sunny Sweeney
22 March 2011 @ 12:27 pm
Testing: 1, 2, 3. . .

Can I really update my livejournal from my phone?
Current Location: Library
Current Mood: curiouscurious
20 September 2009 @ 11:55 am

Hey look, I'm back again!

I decided to log in again for funzies, see maybe if I can actually get myself to start updating this regularly again for real this time. I've been keeping an old fashion notebook journal, but I'm beginning to feel genuinely guilty about wasting paper on something that only I really look at. Restarting this might be a good alternative, you know?

So anyway...today I'm enjoying the last Sunday morning off that I am going to have for awhile. I'm still working at Muldoon's, now as the most experienced hostess on the payroll. Erica, who trained me back when I started in January of '08, finally left last August to have a little girl she named Elisabeth Anne. I miss hearing "HELLO, MY DARLING!" when I come into work, but what can you do? She's promised to bring the baby in as soon as she and her boyfriend have settled into their new family status though.
Unfortunately, the girl that they brought into replace Erica is absolutely useless. She got the job because her aunt is a friend of a friend of the owner's wife, as so far she's managed to take as many days off as she's worked. As far as I'm concerned, her one and only saving grace was that she was willing to take my Sunday morning shift, but since she's now decided that she doesn't want to have a job at Muldoon's at all, I'll be having to take that shift back. That girl...it would just make me so happy if she got food poisoning or something.

In the meantime, I'm using my last Sunday morning off to work on a paper for this class that I'm taking, Children's Lit and Film. It takes stories that are meant for children, such as fairy tales, and breaks them down to their symbolic meaning. It's the one class that I'm taking this semester to preserve my sanity. Everything else, Oceanography, Philosophy, Speech Communications, are all classes required to finally finish up my general ed requirements. (Should have taken them last semester, but I was too busy taking fun classes like Shakespearean Literature, British Literature, Film, and Advanced Human Sexuality, lol.) The paper that I'm working on right now is about the symbolic meaning of the Grimm's tale "Godfather Death" and how it was be massacred if it were made into a Disney film (love Disney, but they did distort Snow White, Cinderella, and Briar Rose, aka, Sleeping Beauty pretty badly).

It's definitely not Disney material, but the story's pretty intriguing if anyone wants to give it a read:


Godfather DeathCollapse )Anyway, I guess I'll be going now. Later guys. :)
Current Location: Bedroom
Current Mood: bitchybitchy
Current Music: "The Angel of Death Came to David's Room" MeWithoutYou
14 September 2009 @ 12:43 am
Oh wow, it's been ages. Again. I don't really know what to say. Last time I wrote in this journal, I was psyched about going to work until dawn at a job I loved on it's busiest day of the year, driving over to the house of the guy who's now my ex for a quick cuddle, and then jetting off to class. Now I'm still working at that job, but it's been different since then. I guess I'm detaching as I get closer to transfering away from Orange County. The place that I'm looking at now is in Boston, all the way over where they have real seasons, lol. I bet that first winter's gonna kick my ass. That guy that I mentioned is completely forgotten, and thank god for that.  Aaaaand, I dunno. I should really hunt down some of the new user names that my lj friends have made on here, I think that I'm the only person I know who has actually kept the same one for over a year, even if I have given it some long stretches of neglect.

Anyway. Later.
17 March 2009 @ 06:23 am
Last night I dreamed that my stepfather and I were watching the opening sequence to a documentary on the years of Will Smith's epic basketball career, in a world where he never made it as a film star. In it, Will Smith had crazy thick dreds and lost a international game with Canada, in which the winning team was given a wheelbarrow filled with a giant block of "zinc crystals". I know not whether it is indeed possible to obtain zinc in crystal form, and whether it is coveted by international basketball players. By Will Smith's aggrieved "Nooooo, Canada!" at the end of the clip from this game, I think it is. I can only talk about the opening sequence though, because the moment that it ended I woke up, and I'm kind of bummed about that. I would have really liked to have watched more about what my dream announcer called "the endless debate about who REALLY ran the hoops back when the Fresh Prince was President of the Courts."

Anyway, St. Patty's Day. Happy St. Patty's Day to all. I must go shower. I was asked to come into work at 8am today, and was advised not to make any plans until after 3am tomorrow. Upon hearing this, I thought what everyone who hears such must think: "Ooooh, I am going to make SO MANY TIPS."

Wish me luck, y'all.
Current Location: Living Room
Current Mood: sleepysleepy
Current Music: "Dirty Little Secret" All-American Rejects
10 March 2009 @ 04:22 pm

I'm determine to find a Harvest Delight soup that tastes good. It's one of the healthier cheap soup brands available, but somehow every flavor I buy is just....not worth a second purchase. So far, I've tried their Italian vegetable, their chicken and noodle, and...so other flavor that involves chicken and peppers and rice. Three bites, and I want my money back. :( Progresso, why do you have to be so high in sodium?

I bet the healthy soup tastes so bad BECAUSE it lacks ridiculous amounts of sodium. It must be a law that everything delicious needs to have way too much of something. Take the Keebler Club crackers I'm eating right not. DEL-LICIOUS. Healthy? No, just salty. And buttery, and, hmmm, wonderful. I bet in the Jetson universe, tasty, unhealthy food came with a disintegration sequence. You eat something bad for you, and even get to have that satisfying feeling of it going down your esophagus and into your stomach, but somehow the food is made in way that causes it to break down a certain amount of time after being exposed to saliva. But once it's broken down, it doesn't get absorbed into the body, instead it's released as...I dunno, GAS. So that, in the Jetson age, gluttons are no longer detected by health issues or obesity, but by farting a lot. 
And that's why there are no fat people in the Jetsons.  

 And all this relates to my soup dilemma. Obviously.

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Current Location: Kitchen
Current Mood: hungryhungry
Current Music: "Cheeseburger in Paradise" Jimmy Buffet