"Nobody likes a blonde in a hamster ball."

I'm aware that this is the second title quote that has to do with blondes within the span of a couple of hours, but it was too good. No one can say they don't enjoy that quote if they know Veronica Mars at all.

Aw. I want to watch Veronica Mars. THIS ALWAYS HAPPENS.

From the sounds of my plans for the next couple of days, that's certainly not going to happen. Especially with my other TV plans (see previous post, in which I tvgeek out) that I am in the middle of.

Oh. Yes. And that whole homework deal. I'm totally not forgetting that at all.

And I didn't choose to watch an old episode of Gossip Girl on my lunch break instead of do any sort of necessary reading. That definitely wasn't me.

Anyway, the major goal of today: FIGURE OUT PLANS FOR IRELAND. IT WILL HAPPEN.

Please let it happen?

Also, note to self: you have a camera, use it every once in awhile. Especially because campus looks so pretty right now with all of the snow. I'd upload the really cool picture I have on my phone right now and post it, however I do not have my computer and therefore I lack the bluetooth capability to do so.

Damn.




Vanessa: "You're sick!"
Chuck: "You're welcome!"

"There's nothing I hate more then perky blondes who want to take over the world."

Time is moving by so slowly. It may be the whole exhaustion thing. Getting less than five hours of sleep and then going to work for eight is not ideal. I had planned on going to sleep earlier, but an intense game night broke out, and there was no way I could walk away from Catchphrase. My team needed me, especially because we made a three game comeback to tie it up with the other team, finally taking victory. There was no way I could justify walking away to shower and get to bed early.

Success.

I also thought that I could get some work done while I was at work. Clearly, I am mistaken. I've read one chapter of The Rise of Napoleon Bonaparte and one page of the next Age of Napoleon reading. This does not bode well. Especially because I kind of really need to read all of Inferno, being as the midterm for my Dante class is in about a week and I cannot keep anything about The Divine Comedy in my brain. There's just not enough room.

Hello, viciously screwed.

I spent some of the time that I absolutely wasn't doing my homework reading TWoP's "Brilliant but Canceled" blog, which is at the same time the perfect and worst place for me. It made me even more ambitious in my TV want. At the present time, I want to finish the entire series of Dawson's Creek that I started last year, watch my first season of 21 Jump Street, finish watching Freaks and Geeks, and possibly watch selected episodes from My So-Called Life. All of this in addition to watching Friday Night Lights, Being Human, and The O.C. with Kt, of course. Accomplishing all of this in a timely fashion would require me to stop going to school, work and partaking in any of my responsibilities.

So, not going to happen, unfortunately.

On the bright side, curling tomorrow!! No, I'm not kidding.

"I will join the synchronized swim team, do rhythmic gymnastics, shot-put, collect stamps, march for women's rights, free animals from laboratories. You know, I will even read comic books with Cohen and his wack pack of social maladjusts. But, drama club: no."

"The big deal is, that it's part of my job to make sure that you don't grow up stupid...it's bad for the world."

Today sucked.

The weather outside is disgusting. Normally I'm cool with snow/sleet/hail/rain/combination of all of the above, however I had to drive today and almost died three different times. Speaking of, I'm over being self sufficient for the time being. I need to take a little while to act like I'm a small child, because today's experience has convinced me that doing things on my own only leads to danger and life crippling stress.

I may be a tad overdramatic, but DID I MENTION THAT I ALMOST DIED?

Complaints about today's trip to the doctor:

1. Their offices are not accessible via GPS. As in, my GPS brought me to the same wrong area. TWICE.

2. For this reason, I ended up standing out in the sleet/hail, trying to talk to my father who had to explain to me how to get there. Then I actually had to restart my trip there for the THIRD TIME.

3. I couldn't actually see out of my windows very well, due to them being fogged up and the constant battery of hail and snow being chucked at them. At some point I had to roll down my window so I could see to accelerate onto the highway without ending my life.

4. The people in my town drive like jackasses in the rain. So many people slowed to ten miles an hour in town for no reason.

5. My car, deciding that it had been traumatized enough for one day, started spinning out a bit, I'm sure in an attempt to stop me from traveling any more on that highway. I ignored it, and apologize to Judith for putting her through the hellish weather.

6. This entire thing ended up being a pretty big waste of time. The doctor had to be convinced that something was actually wrong, rather than the health center people at school who immediately could tell that there was something wrong. That's Ramapo: 1, Private Practice located in their ridiculous spot on 208 behind a fire station: 0. At least I got a prescription I suppose.

Boo today booooooooooooooo. After that I went back to my house where I drank coffee, ate some twizzlers, and watched Friday Night Lights until I had to go to work. I plan on repeating that exact plan, substituting the coffee and twizzlers for dinner. Oh hell, I'll take the twizzlers again.




Tami: It was medieval; you know it was like The Scarlet Letter or something watching that girl walk across the cafeteria and everybody just glared at her.
Coach Taylor: That’s high school; at least they didn’t burn her at the goal post.

(845): mondays should just be called 'national damage control day'

It's not Monday, but the tfln reminded me of the Monday after senior prom, which made me chuckle a bit.

I'm back in the tutor center at the moment. It finally got quiet, so now should be the time where I do my homework, but instead I'm typing away. It's just how I do. I spent the time in which people were having very loud conversations within the center stalking cafepress to figure out which bag to replace my Veronica Mars bag (and by replace, I just mean in the carrying sense, as the strap is starting to become unattached to the bag itself. I would never actually throw away that bag. I'd sooner die than give that up voluntarily). I'm really leaning towards the "University of Gallifrey" bag, greatly because not much looks good on the special brand of marigold yellow they use for the bags and in greater part because of how awesome it is.

I know I've said this before, and I'll say it again: it's fucking freezing in this place. I'm going to get frostbite here one day. I'm also very dramatic.

(407):

sober me hid the cigs from drunk me. sober me is a tricky bitch.