into the ocean

I'm not sure I can ever top my last entry, and I'm not going to try. If I ever do, it won't be because I tried to. It will be because I am just that good of a comical blogger to come up with such genius writings.

Since I advertise this blog on MySpace, and am easily found through Nic's blog which is advertised through Facebook, I am limited to the topics of which I can truly share my honest opinion. I have to omit love life (or lack there of? like to keep ya guessing), work woes, guys who suck, and really personal emo razor type of things that might have me committed.

I've had a pretty good week for various reasons. Some reasons I can tell you about, others I can not. The first reason is that I have been keeping myself relatively busy. Even though it's exhausting, at the end of the day I feel fulfilled. And that's saying something -- "at the end of the day I feel fulfilled" -- with the dining hall serving what it claims is "sustenance." There is still a bunch of things I have to do. I have to find people who drink alcohol and convince them to fill out my questionnaire. I have to apply for three different jobs. I have to maintain sanity through my PAINFUL Sex & Gender course. I'm sorry but so-called feminists are not my friend. You know who's also not my friend? People who ARGUE ABOUT FICTIONAL CHARACTERS.

It was about this time last year when I started applying for summer camp jobs, and got hired for Brookwood. I imagine a bunch of innocent, vulnerable people are experiencing what I went through right now. And they don't even know what they are getting themselves into. I don't know. I guess Brookwood may have been fun for some people, those who weren't faux-lifeguards and didn't have any ties to some guy named Mark. I think that would have just made it boring though. I am intent on staying in Stockton this summer for sure, and when I am eating the food I cook or buy for myself every night, I will think of those suckers in Glen Spey, NY and their chicken nuggets and grape drink.

Ugh, I cannot even imagine what it would be like if I were to go back. I seriously have occasional nightmares about it.

I need to pay my parking tickets that were due in December. YUCK.

My headache has spread to my neck.

preggers!

In my opinion, at least, coming from my hometown is that we produce one of two people. Those who go to college, and those who do not. Those who do not go to college end up pregnant within three years of graduating high school. The really talented ones achieve their knocked up status in high school. I was reminded of someone I used to know in junior high today, so I tried to look him up on myspace even though his last name escapes me right now. I found him--but on his page, I also found his comments flooded with friendly hello's from girls I knew in high school with babies in their profile pictures. Unwed girls, single girls. I think that if I ever do become a psychologist with a Ph.D. I am gong to focus my research on the girls "left behind" because this is a crazy phenomena. I guess that's what they stay back to do, right? It's either that or continue working at Target as a cashier WITHOUT a child. Hell, might as well get it over with. And the guys they do it with, my god. So ugly. My best friend from junior high got pregnant our senior year of high school, got married before we graduated to the supposed baby daddy, and is now divorced and living with her parents again. These kids that I literally went to Kindergarten with, girl scouts, you name it. All knocked up. Jiminy crickets. It makes sense, I guess. There really is nothing to do in your hometown after high school but get trashed, high and have sex all the time when you're not calling in sick to your retail job.

His last name just came to me.

I think the concept of getting pregnant is some sort of false self-esteem booster. It is so glamourized these days. So you're too dumb to go to college, have a kid! It will give you a purpose and people might pay attention to you, at least for nine months until it pops out and we find out how ugly it is. Since when did having ugly babies with ugly guys become fashionable?

See you at Target, baby weight.

kbyeeeee

My room is MR. CLEAN and no one is here to admire it except for my smelly residents. Who mess it up again.

Nicolle, why am I not on your side bar under "websites I don't hate"?

Is it because I don't know how to make my blogger super fancy?

I fear I cannot match up.

But at least I don't have an evil pup like Tater.

Wheel of Fortune will soon be on YouTube, so that will be fun, I think.

I think I want to make fried chicken in my kitchen now that it is clean. But that will just make it dirty. It was sooo good this weekend though. My mom and I were brainstorming what we should have for dinner, and I found some frozen chicken, so I was like oh hey, let's fry it. She was also whipping up some corn bread mix at the time, and I said save some of that and we'll dip the chicken in it.

So we did, and it was such deliciousness.

I'd also want to make cupcakes too, but I don't have the right pan and I'm not motivated enough to go out and buy one.

I guess this is just my brain revolting from dining hall food with all of these weird ideas about cooking.

Wouldn't that be awesome if we could make waffles for dinner?

this one is so much cooler

Hubba hubba

The last time I ate peanut M&Ms before I went to sleep, I had the craziest dream of my life. I have decided to try it again. It's like my own personal hallucinogen. Here I am, crunching on a yellow one as I watch Amy Winehouse on the Grammy's.

I feel like I'm back to square one. Having a common case of the winter blues. They skipped me last year. Maybe they come every other year, so next winter I should be great, right?

Square one: so this is what it feels like. Diet coke, history of Psychology, peanut M&Ms and a cut-off Pacific t-shirt.

I have definitely been reading about too many pregnant ladies.

Feeling good. Feeling strange.

I remember when I went to Washington D.C. on my eighth grade honors kids field trip. They had all of these touristy shops selling propaganda, political memorabilia, random stickers, keychains, visors. All I wanted was to find a shirt that said FBI on it. I finally found one on our one hour trip to the mall. I was very excited and pleased with myself. Until the next day, when we were on a tour of some sort of new media museum and some kid from another school field trip laughed at me and said "ooooo, you're a FEMALE BODY INSPECTOR." I was paranoid for awhile that if I wore the shirt everyone would think I liked girls. I shouldn't have cared, it's an awesome shirt, and I'm wearing it now.

I have mixed feelings about Valentine's day coming up. If you're one person, you know why. If you're anyone else, you probably don't know. It's not that big of a deal, it just stems from my apparent vast capacity for indecision. If this happened, I wouldn't be happy. And if the opposite happened, it has the potential to make it worse. Why does it have to be so complicated? And yet, not, at the same time. I am happy with everything right now. I don't want to make any impulsive decisions based on emotion at the time and screw everything up. I know I've been known to do that in the past, but I hope, for once, I have learned a valuable lesson. If it's not broken, don't break it. And yes, I know it's supposed to be "if it's not broken, don't fix it."

I had two successful dining hall experiences today with a few of my favorite people. I wish I could do that everyday. I've come to realize the dining hall really isn't about the food or sustenance, it's about the hilarious conversations you have over fried rice with peppers in it, overcooked pork loin, and if you're lucky, a quesadilla.

It's Tuesday night, and Tuesday nights are my favorite because that means I get to watch the Biggest Loser. It's seriously like the only thing I look forward to every week. Everything else is just a side note.

Hammed it up with Bill yesterday. with my BFF, Nicolle.



Then we seriously bonded, and shed a few tears despite our amazing experience only a few hours earlier. Sometimes certain things need to be let out of their cage. If you leave them inside too long, they'll get so overworked that when you eventually let them out, they'll attack you more fiercely. Let it out, bitch.

I love life and I love my friends. And yeah, I love my family.

LOVE LOVE LOVE.

100 calorie packs

I even fell for it. The only thing that makes 100 calorie packs 100 calories is the fact that they only give you two of something. I guess it's okay for portion control if you take it as a snack to work or school or something but yeah.

I went to Walmart tonight to try to find a replacement for my spiral curling iron but apparently today was buy all of Walmart's curling irons day, and they only had like two altogether. It was sad and pathetic. My companion got peanut butter m&ms though, so it wasn't a completely worthless trip.

Bill is coming tomorrow. huzzah. Yay for skipping class. I hope I have my digital camera around...I seem to remember bringing it back. Wait. I did. I don't have my memory card though, so unfortunate.

I was planning on doing my homework tonight, but since I'm not going to class tomorrow....whatever!

Today I bought a tote bag with spoon fabric. I thought it was appropriate since spooning is my favorite thing to do. Might as well make it a statement.

I guess I wasn't really in the right mood for blogging like I thought I was.

Oh well.

Proverbial black sheep

Is/are sheep ever singular? Or ever plural? If I said black sheep, how would you know if I wasn't just talking about one? Or maybe 24.

Amazing things come into my head during Jay Leno. I stare at the wall in awe of my astoundingly intellectual thoughts.

So, I was watching the Democratic candidate debate tonight on CNN. I'll just let it be known that I've never identified myself as a Democrat. I tend to agree with the stance on ethical issues that Republicans have, and I have always held those things most important to me. But as I am a spudding adult, coming into a formidable economy, new issues are becoming important to me other than the age old debate of abortion. So, yes, I watched the Democratic debate. I decided, after watching it entirely, that even though I'm not sure I would support Hillary Clinton as a candidate for presidency, I would not be upset if she took office. Barack Obama, on the other hand, makes me wants to kick puppies.

California almost always goes blue, so when it comes down to the actual presidential election my potential Republican vote for John McCain wouldn't count, maybe I'll actually vote for Hillary? Naw.

If my sister ever read this, I'm pretty sure she wouldn't talk to me for at least two weeks. I was talking to my mom about how I watched the debate on the phone tonight and she got really quiet when I told her that I agree with some of Hillary's stances on things like the war on terrorism and health care.

I don't have much else to say other than I have a huge aphthous ulcer in the inside of my lip and it hurts to eat tater tots and chocolate. Oh and I fell in love with Mitch Fatel when I was watching Comedy Central the other night and you all should check him out on YouTube. He's ridiculous.

I'm still so tired of the rain. So tired.