That's pretty much it. I'm at work for another two and a half hours and i don't want to be. I'd rather be at home, where I could participate in a myriad of leisurely activities. For the love of god, I'd rather be cleaning my room right now. My, how far we've come. At least I could watch something fun while doing so. Right now I'm just sitting at the desk, working on several mind numbing activities that are not going to pass the time quickly enough. Bah!
I shouldn't be whining about the fact that I'm working, considering it's way better than the alternative (read: searching for a job). Caro just came in to visit and told me about that, which made me feel bad about complaining about working. I still love my job, I'd just really rather not be here right now. Especially because I'm going to be back here from 9:30-1 tomorrow morning.
Anyway, I've discovered that the articles for the Jessica Darling series on Wikipedia are severely lacking in information. Especially considering only two articles actually exist: one on Sloppy Firsts and one on Jessica Darling herself. Perfect Fifths doesn't even get a hyperlink. How upsetting. Not that I would click on it, being as I still haven't read that one. I'm about midway through re-reading the second one, and it's just as good as when I read it the first time. I just wish I had more time to read them, especially right now. I'm only just holding back the urge to open it while I'm sitting here, because I sure as hell would not be listening to/for anyone once it's in front of my face.
Activity Options for the Rest of Work:
-Trim the edges of the rectangular pieces of paper used for registration
-Cut out artist palettes to give out once people register
-Place the "Thank You Maxell" labels on each individual CD to be given out as a prize for the summer program.
Guuuuhhhh. I'd like a bit more stimulation for my mind at this point. And I'd love some more caffeine. Although that's probably not the best idea because I would quite possibly become even more restless than I am at the present time. And one of my least favorite situations to be in is wanting to bounce off the walls but not being allowed to do so.
Wednesday, May 27, 2009
Wednesday, May 20, 2009
"you realize you've left your fate in the hands of a spineless and semi-alcoholic has-been rock star."
"What are you gonna do?"
-Veronica and Piz, "Debasement Tapes"
...
So, I had finally decided to get something accomplished tonight, being as it's now been a week since I got back from school and I'm still living out of suitcases. My stuff is in boxes downstairs. I wanted to change this fact, in small steps, starting tonight. That's out the window. Instead I'm just going to do this and hang out until I get a call to pick up an inebriated C from the train station. This is what happens when you get a text that simply reads, "Drunk," from one of your friends while you're at work. At least I managed to gain use of Father's car for this venture. Otherwise, I'd be going to the train station on foot. I don't think asking Mother would have been the best plan.
I still love Paul Rudd. He's been in many of my favorite things: Clueless, Romeo + Juliet, "Veronica Mars", etc. He adds to each and every one. Speaking of, I really need to watch Clueless soon. It's one of my favorites, if not my absolute favorite. I still know all the words and never get sick of it.
An exchange worth reading:
I also need to watch She's the Man. It's due back to the library on Friday, and I'm trying to avoid overdues and fines. I developed a greater desire to watch it after I found out that it was based on "Twelfth Night". I'm nothing if not a sucker for teen movies based off of Shakespeare Plays. And the comedies tend to work out even better than the tragedies when it comes to the teen genre, so I'm quite curious about this one.
I was in a fairly bad mood last night. Negative vibes all around. And it was made all the worse because everyone but me was asleep or in another place or just generally not listening. I ended up calling Kt and talking with for about two hours, which ultimately worked to make me feel a bit better. Shout outs to her for that one. We needed it for all the updates and observations we had on life anyway. Turns out her Twitter speaks the truth:
@misskatiehrdy says,
this just in- the length of time i can go without seeing my roommate before a 2 hour phone call is necessary: 1 week.
All true facts. And this phone call of course took place in strange places. I was in the basement for awhile, sitting on top of the washing machine; outside in my backyard, sitting at the table; then back to the basement to sit on top of the washing machine again. It's a shame that those are the only places that it is possible to not bother someone when on the phone in the middle of the night. Sigh. As is life.
Just some closing sentiments:
"And I hope we're still friends after I taser you."
-Veronica and Piz, "Debasement Tapes"
...
So, I had finally decided to get something accomplished tonight, being as it's now been a week since I got back from school and I'm still living out of suitcases. My stuff is in boxes downstairs. I wanted to change this fact, in small steps, starting tonight. That's out the window. Instead I'm just going to do this and hang out until I get a call to pick up an inebriated C from the train station. This is what happens when you get a text that simply reads, "Drunk," from one of your friends while you're at work. At least I managed to gain use of Father's car for this venture. Otherwise, I'd be going to the train station on foot. I don't think asking Mother would have been the best plan.
I still love Paul Rudd. He's been in many of my favorite things: Clueless, Romeo + Juliet, "Veronica Mars", etc. He adds to each and every one. Speaking of, I really need to watch Clueless soon. It's one of my favorites, if not my absolute favorite. I still know all the words and never get sick of it.
An exchange worth reading:
Keith: "Hey, Jude," "Yesterday," "Get Back."
Desmond: Catchy tunes, yes. Rock 'n' roll, no.
Keith: What kind of musician doesn't recognize the Beatles as the greatest rock band of all time?
Desmond: I don't recognize them as a rock band at all. They were...tunesmiths. Hey, man, I didn't get all pissy when you denied my claim that Marshall Dillon was the greatest sheriff of all time.
Keith: Marshall Dillon was a marshal and, more importantly, is fictional.
Desmond: That's what the Beatles are to me — fictional.
Keith: "Revolution," "Hey, Jude" — these were real songs, man. "Norwegian Wood."
Desmond: I — sorry. I'm sorry. I used to know a rent boy from Oslo who called himself that.
Piz: Uh, Mr. Mars, I think Desmond is just winding you up. Most critics reference the Beatles influence in Desmond's material.
Desmond: Oh, you mean those Beatles. I'm sorry. I thought you meant the other ones with the two e's from the lower east side. No, they're totally fictional. John, Paul, George, and the drummer? Oh, those guys are awesome.
Keith: Veronica, could you have Sacks bring me the leg irons?
Veronica: Come on, Dad. Let it be.
I also need to watch She's the Man. It's due back to the library on Friday, and I'm trying to avoid overdues and fines. I developed a greater desire to watch it after I found out that it was based on "Twelfth Night". I'm nothing if not a sucker for teen movies based off of Shakespeare Plays. And the comedies tend to work out even better than the tragedies when it comes to the teen genre, so I'm quite curious about this one.
I was in a fairly bad mood last night. Negative vibes all around. And it was made all the worse because everyone but me was asleep or in another place or just generally not listening. I ended up calling Kt and talking with for about two hours, which ultimately worked to make me feel a bit better. Shout outs to her for that one. We needed it for all the updates and observations we had on life anyway. Turns out her Twitter speaks the truth:
@misskatiehrdy says,
this just in- the length of time i can go without seeing my roommate before a 2 hour phone call is necessary: 1 week.
All true facts. And this phone call of course took place in strange places. I was in the basement for awhile, sitting on top of the washing machine; outside in my backyard, sitting at the table; then back to the basement to sit on top of the washing machine again. It's a shame that those are the only places that it is possible to not bother someone when on the phone in the middle of the night. Sigh. As is life.
Just some closing sentiments:
"And I hope we're still friends after I taser you."
Tuesday, May 19, 2009
if lady gaga says it
There's been so much dancing in the past couple of days. I didn't help this any by buying both "Just Dance" and "Poker Face" by one Miss Lady GaGa on iTunes yesterday. Yeah, yeah I did.
Took a road trip down to Delaware with C the other day. Fantastic times were had. Majority of the dancing there took place at the birthday party they had on Friday night for someone K had never met, let alone me. That was also the night of the almost arrest and actual diner jail time of J. I'm still saying, at least he got a ride there. We had to walk all the way over there. He did buy us delicious mozzarella sticks and fries, so I guess I can't complain too much (although sometimes it's just a funny time).
Saturday we went to Philly because someone is still banned from Delaware's campus and it didn't seem like the best idea to hang around to test that. We went to Scoops DeVille, which is where I found one of the best drinks in the world. Iced coffee blended with mint chocolate chip ice cream, York peppermint patties, and a shot of chocolate syrup. Fantastic, although I could not finish it. That's nothing new, however. Ice cream usually proves to be my Everest. Later on we went to Pat's to pick up the cheesesteaks for my family and for dinner that night. They were awesome, although I felt like I was going to throw up aferwards. It was the good vomit-y feeling though.
That night we went to go see a midnight showing of the Rocky Horror Picture Show. It was fantastic, and next time I'm thinking of getting the audience pack. I want to throw things. I'm always up for throwing things. Going to the midnight showing made me want to watch the movie, being as you can barely hear it while you're there and you still want to watch it after you leave. It's just a classic. I'm going to need to purchase a copy of the DVD. And perhaps this Halloween I'll play Magenta to Kt's Columbia. Otherwise it's going to be the same 50's getup because I'm cheap.
Last night we broke out more dancing, just because. Lady GaGa just get playing on the radio and she brings out the dance in everyone. I also made cookies. For some reason, I have this great drive to make all these cookies. It helps when C and I both end up eating a couple of cookies for breakfast instead of real food. I should also start eating real meals again, only because I don't think one real meal a day is too healthy for anyone.
For now, I have to go support the Fair Lawn girl's lacrosse team and trek over to Haagen-Dasz. Sadly, I don't want any ice cream.
Took a road trip down to Delaware with C the other day. Fantastic times were had. Majority of the dancing there took place at the birthday party they had on Friday night for someone K had never met, let alone me. That was also the night of the almost arrest and actual diner jail time of J. I'm still saying, at least he got a ride there. We had to walk all the way over there. He did buy us delicious mozzarella sticks and fries, so I guess I can't complain too much (although sometimes it's just a funny time).
Saturday we went to Philly because someone is still banned from Delaware's campus and it didn't seem like the best idea to hang around to test that. We went to Scoops DeVille, which is where I found one of the best drinks in the world. Iced coffee blended with mint chocolate chip ice cream, York peppermint patties, and a shot of chocolate syrup. Fantastic, although I could not finish it. That's nothing new, however. Ice cream usually proves to be my Everest. Later on we went to Pat's to pick up the cheesesteaks for my family and for dinner that night. They were awesome, although I felt like I was going to throw up aferwards. It was the good vomit-y feeling though.
That night we went to go see a midnight showing of the Rocky Horror Picture Show. It was fantastic, and next time I'm thinking of getting the audience pack. I want to throw things. I'm always up for throwing things. Going to the midnight showing made me want to watch the movie, being as you can barely hear it while you're there and you still want to watch it after you leave. It's just a classic. I'm going to need to purchase a copy of the DVD. And perhaps this Halloween I'll play Magenta to Kt's Columbia. Otherwise it's going to be the same 50's getup because I'm cheap.
Last night we broke out more dancing, just because. Lady GaGa just get playing on the radio and she brings out the dance in everyone. I also made cookies. For some reason, I have this great drive to make all these cookies. It helps when C and I both end up eating a couple of cookies for breakfast instead of real food. I should also start eating real meals again, only because I don't think one real meal a day is too healthy for anyone.
For now, I have to go support the Fair Lawn girl's lacrosse team and trek over to Haagen-Dasz. Sadly, I don't want any ice cream.
Wednesday, May 13, 2009
school's out for summer, bitches
I'm finished with my sophomore year in college. It's terrifying and fantastic at the same time. No more homework. No more studying. No more finals. Fantasticness. Pure fantasticness.
It was torture having the absolute last final from 7:30-9:30 at night. Didn't help that the professor forced us to do the teacher evaluations before we took the test, wasting another twenty minutes of our time. Or the fact that I pretty much thought that class was a waste of my time. But, it's over now. All is good. Now I'm probably just going to obsessively check grades, because that's what happens when you go from having no time and tons of work to having nothing and a computer that exists for you to fuck around with.
Also, I'm working for the first two days of my summer. I actually volunteered myself to work tomorrow morning (only 10-1, not too bad) because Nafzy clearly needs the help and Millie broke her wrist. Also, it's money and I kind of need that.
I watched The Real Housewives of New Jersey yesterday. I'm shocked, and I'm going to continue watching it because it's ridiculously entertaining and cringe-worthy at the same time. In the first couple of shots, they definitely showed a sign that I see every time I travel up to school via Route 17. These women are absolutely certified and live incredibly too close to me for comfort. The following photo's comment pretty much sums it up, so thanks to whoever did that:
I can't believe I actually stayed up last night watching Hairspray, considering I see the entire ending every two and a half seconds when I'm am in this house. This includes times we've watched it in Spanish. . I was entirely exhausted, but there I was, sitting with Na watching the damn movie until 2:30 in the morning while C slept on the couch. That movie, along with 17 Again, is the only movie that I support Zac Efron in. As long as he uses inappropriate language in a movie, I'm pretty much okay with his existence.
For now, I'm just reading Paper Towns and catching up on shows that I've missed. That reminds me, I have to watch the season finale of Heroes. I'm surprised I didn't realize that sooner.
It was torture having the absolute last final from 7:30-9:30 at night. Didn't help that the professor forced us to do the teacher evaluations before we took the test, wasting another twenty minutes of our time. Or the fact that I pretty much thought that class was a waste of my time. But, it's over now. All is good. Now I'm probably just going to obsessively check grades, because that's what happens when you go from having no time and tons of work to having nothing and a computer that exists for you to fuck around with.
Also, I'm working for the first two days of my summer. I actually volunteered myself to work tomorrow morning (only 10-1, not too bad) because Nafzy clearly needs the help and Millie broke her wrist. Also, it's money and I kind of need that.
I watched The Real Housewives of New Jersey yesterday. I'm shocked, and I'm going to continue watching it because it's ridiculously entertaining and cringe-worthy at the same time. In the first couple of shots, they definitely showed a sign that I see every time I travel up to school via Route 17. These women are absolutely certified and live incredibly too close to me for comfort. The following photo's comment pretty much sums it up, so thanks to whoever did that:
I can't believe I actually stayed up last night watching Hairspray, considering I see the entire ending every two and a half seconds when I'm am in this house. This includes times we've watched it in Spanish. . I was entirely exhausted, but there I was, sitting with Na watching the damn movie until 2:30 in the morning while C slept on the couch. That movie, along with 17 Again, is the only movie that I support Zac Efron in. As long as he uses inappropriate language in a movie, I'm pretty much okay with his existence.
For now, I'm just reading Paper Towns and catching up on shows that I've missed. That reminds me, I have to watch the season finale of Heroes. I'm surprised I didn't realize that sooner.
Monday, May 11, 2009
"honey...why is there a pistol in the freezer?"
Two down, one to go.
I can't wait until 9:30 tomorrow night. I'm simply going to go home, do a little dance perhaps, and watch Clueless with the fam.
I can't wait until 9:30 tomorrow night. I'm simply going to go home, do a little dance perhaps, and watch Clueless with the fam.
Saturday, May 9, 2009
i don't care if i already posted the quote on twitter
"You see someone running incredibly fast-the first thing you gotta ask is 'Are they running to something or are they running from something?' The answer is always both."
There you go, I'm honoring the season finale of Dollhouse with a Topher quote. This damn show better not get canceled, I'm attached. And very curious about some questions that were brought up in last night's episode...
There you go, I'm honoring the season finale of Dollhouse with a Topher quote. This damn show better not get canceled, I'm attached. And very curious about some questions that were brought up in last night's episode...
Thursday, May 7, 2009
fun list time
Things I'm looking forward to:
1. The season finale of Dollhouse, entitled "Omega"
The last episode of Dollhouse was crazy intense, mostly because we were introduced to Alpha (played by Alan Tudyk, which made Kt insanely happy) and saw Ballard interact with the Dollhouse in a way that wasn't annoying. Anyway, the finale looks crazy and confusing and I just want to know what happens.
2. Finals being over.
Mine haven't even started and I want them to be over and done with. Honestly, people are done with theirs already and my first one is Monday morning. So annoying. I've been fighting my way through study guides for a few days now, and they just aren't getting done as quickly as I want them to. Once I get past Monday (Brit Lit and German History, in the same day, COOL), I think it'll be better. I'm hoping that makes my Euro final seem easy. I can dream.
3. Not being concerned about moving out.
Because of this whole ResLife kicking us out before our last finals (meaning we're kicked out at 6 on Tuesday and my last final is at 7:15), I've had to stress out even more, trying to figure out when I'm transporting everything home. The answer? Taking all this crap home in shifts. Which isn't the most fun I've ever had. This would be slightly easier if I could drive my car, then I could just chuck whatever doesn't go home ahead of time in there. Oh well, hopefully it all works out.
I've now hit a mental block. Yay for three things I'm looking forward to that I will have by Tuesday night!
1. The season finale of Dollhouse, entitled "Omega"
The last episode of Dollhouse was crazy intense, mostly because we were introduced to Alpha (played by Alan Tudyk, which made Kt insanely happy) and saw Ballard interact with the Dollhouse in a way that wasn't annoying. Anyway, the finale looks crazy and confusing and I just want to know what happens.
2. Finals being over.
Mine haven't even started and I want them to be over and done with. Honestly, people are done with theirs already and my first one is Monday morning. So annoying. I've been fighting my way through study guides for a few days now, and they just aren't getting done as quickly as I want them to. Once I get past Monday (Brit Lit and German History, in the same day, COOL), I think it'll be better. I'm hoping that makes my Euro final seem easy. I can dream.
3. Not being concerned about moving out.
Because of this whole ResLife kicking us out before our last finals (meaning we're kicked out at 6 on Tuesday and my last final is at 7:15), I've had to stress out even more, trying to figure out when I'm transporting everything home. The answer? Taking all this crap home in shifts. Which isn't the most fun I've ever had. This would be slightly easier if I could drive my car, then I could just chuck whatever doesn't go home ahead of time in there. Oh well, hopefully it all works out.
I've now hit a mental block. Yay for three things I'm looking forward to that I will have by Tuesday night!
Wednesday, May 6, 2009
sitting in the hallway on my computer
I'm waiting for the lovely PSafe to let us back into our damn dorm room. This is getting ridiculous. Day Two of sitting outside, waiting to be let into our own dorm when we both have our key cards with us. This situation first arose last night when we got back from E's Cinco de Mayo fiesta at 1:30 in the morning. I hate when the door battery dies. I hate it worse when the door battery dies without any sort of warning.
So here we are again. This time I have my computer with me.
We were just let back in. First thing I did was email repairs again, being as they told Kt that her email couldn't be processed because it was a duplicate. We have no idea how that happened so blah blah blah, we re-emailed them, this time from my email. This better be fixed by tomorrow, it's kind of a hassle. And I don't want to go eat in shifts. Or have to call public safety every time both of us leave the room for any length.
So here we are again. This time I have my computer with me.
We were just let back in. First thing I did was email repairs again, being as they told Kt that her email couldn't be processed because it was a duplicate. We have no idea how that happened so blah blah blah, we re-emailed them, this time from my email. This better be fixed by tomorrow, it's kind of a hassle. And I don't want to go eat in shifts. Or have to call public safety every time both of us leave the room for any length.
Tuesday, May 5, 2009
it wouldn't fit in a twitter post
"I would write about life. Every person would be equally as important as any other. All facts would be given equal weightiness. Nothing would be left out. Let others bring order to chaos. I would bring chaos to order, instead, which I think I have done."
-Kurt Vonnegut, Breakfast of Champions
I just split it into two parts instead. I think it's worth posting on here as well.
-Kurt Vonnegut, Breakfast of Champions
I just split it into two parts instead. I think it's worth posting on here as well.
Saturday, May 2, 2009
"are you going to tell me to check myself before i wreck myself?"
!!!!
MY CAR!!!
THAT I CAN'T DRIVE YET BUT THAT IS BESIDES THE POINT!!!
EEEEEEEEE!!
Okay, I'm done being all squee for now. Although that is supposedly the sound a "rabid fangirl" makes, that is the only word I can think to describe the excitement I just vomited all over this blog.
LOOK HOW SHINY!
Okay, we're focusing, and we're focusing. I'm supposed to be writing an essay on Ralph Ellison's Invisible Man for my 20th Century American Novel class that was due Thursday. Thankfully he's tight with the concept of extensions. I think I would have ended up dying if I had to turn this one in PLUS my Brit Lit paper on Thursday. And by dying, I simply mean doing a more mediocre job and having no faith in them whatsoever.
Okay, I seem to have hit a roadblock. So now I'm watching 90210. The show is not as good as I had hoped it would be, and I can't even justify it as I justify Beverly Hills 90210. That is a retrospective of both '90s pop culture and the first teen television drama. This is the CW's hopeless attempt to recreate it. My favorite characters in the new one are mostly from the original. Meaning Kelly Taylor, Brenda Walsh, and Erin Silver. The ones that I like otherwise are who I call Hot Teacher (Ryan?) and My New Favorite Person (the new bad boy who races cars).
I just realized that Rob Thomas is one of the creators/writers for this show. WHAT IS HE DOING? I'll attribute the better parts of this show to him. And once again, I'm going to blame the CW for killing Veronica Mars and putting Rob Thomas's talents towards this show. Very upsetting.
In other news, Kt and I saw two geese and a bunch of their goslings. The goslings were entirely adorable, although their parents were about to attack us for standing too close.
Also, Kt decided that I was an alien because of my affinity for Frank's hot sauce and lemons. Not together, just in general. She wants to know if I have hot alien friends that I meet in secret. Sad to say, I do not.
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