it's not you, it's me

this morning I woke up around 6:30 and went to Drawing where I totally sucked it up for 2 hours, the girl sitting 2 girls down asked me to turn down the music on my ipod. Seriously though I was just trying to block out Bjork. Bjork at 8am? I think not.

Anyway so then I was like fuck computer class I'm going to the movies. So I went to a double feature of In Good Company and the Aviator. I enjoyed both of them, but not in equal or similar ways. I just don't get what's with these fucking athens people always sitting so god damned close.

I'm wearing my I heart NY shirt today and the letters are peeling off which really pisses me off. I guess its because its a black one instead of a white one and those are less universal and therefore made less well?

I ate a disgusting amount of twizzlers at the movie theater today, but met this really nice guy at Walgreens where I bought them. The only things I need in a guy are as follows, but these are a must:

1. Good hair-- preferably longish
2. Sense of humor-- ie laughs at my jokes
3. Music-- while bad taste in movies is somehow more forgivable music is a must. Seriously if he is still listening to Dave Matthews then just keep moving.

on a side note: I like it when people say: "I'll let you go" when you're on the phone because it implies that the person they are talking to has more important things to do when really you're the one trying to get off the phone. It's just the nicest way.

side note take II: Amanda, thanks. i just don't know what I'm going to do about the living sitch.

I guess if I take a nap now it would be categorized as excessive sleep, but that wont stop me.

listen here sweetie.

2 Girls stand in front of row of peach colored bathroom sinks:

Girl 1: Why'd you cut your hair (face scrunched)?

Girl 2: (Cheerfully) It's so much easier (flipping newly shorned hair)!

Girl 1: (dissaprovingly) It's SOO short!

Girl 2: It's not that--

Girl 1: It's just that I was used to, it looked so pretty long--

Girl 2: Well I'm glad you like it Hon- (exits)

Girl 1: (Continues to brush teeth wondering why girl 2 cut her hair)

FIN

I don't think I fully captured the hostility of the conversation I overheard while washing my face.

So I'm posting again because I still have one drawing left to do and I feel like writing so deal with it.

DEAL WITH IT that's my mantra lately. Although I feel like mantras aren't supposed to be negative and the phrase deal with it has an overtly negative connotation. but you know deal with it.

my roommate was crying earlier because her parents don't want her to live with this guy she knows next year, and she was like this is the only time you will ever see me cry. And i was like its ok but just to let you know you will never see me cry because my heart is made of stone. AND IT IS.

So you know how I was going to move into an apartment and that's what was keeping me moving, and happy. and then my parents were all like you can't live by yourself. and i was like seriously though im 18 and im paying so it looks like ill do what i want when i want.

that was 90 percent gravity

i have a terrible bruise on my knee cap. I don't know where it came from but it hurts like a mother.

i updated my pictures on webshots, you can see them by clicking HERE.

uhh yeah this weekend was a bust; thus i feel cheated and in turn request that God or nature, whichever does it first grant another weekend immediatly.

so i keep getting these things about taxes and I don't really know what I'm supposed to do about them, and my parents for some reason are being particularly unhelpful. i guess i am the most unsocialist socialist because taxes really piss me off. I guess because I don't see alot of it coming back at me so it just pisses me off, which I guess is why people hate socialists.

anyway so its almost february which is nice. It's nice because its closer to may, which is my month of reckoning. I really don't enjoy february since it revolves around Valentine's Day and Valentine's Day is something that makes people annoying or bitter, like the greek system. haha.

in light of becky's list here's a short list of my pet peeves:
1. when people tell me I'm in a bad mood
2. when people tell me im bitter
3. loud noises
4. door droppers

i have alot of work to do before tomorrow, and I'm really not interested in waking up early. ughhh i want to sleep. my heart was not in this entry.

Religious Teens Gone Wild

If you would like to read about the "crazy" life of a mormon teen (and I know you do) please click here.

Topics may include but are not limited to:

1. Her Crush
2. Eating Ice Cream with the fam
3. Clay Aiken
4. Brigham Young University
5. Wearing Long Underwear

are you some kind of prostitute?!?

I came home for the weekend so I could go to this party Callie was throwing for Shane tomorrow night but now its fucking sleeting, which really pisses me off because it probably means ill be stuck in this house all weekend.

Don't get me wrong-- well you can if you prefer- it just sucks because obviously I don't want to be in Athens like ever. But I really don't want to be here at home either, there's just something really oppressive about home. And I don't think its really home, I guess its just the idea of home and me not living here anymore and how I should like college, and shouldn't want to come home. I don't really want to come home, I just don't want to go anywhere but I want to get away from everywhere? That doesn't make sense. So my point is: I want to go somewhere new and meet new people and like it there and not have to worry about here.

Perhaps the aforementioned brothel (on becky's blog) would work. Jeffrey (from the baby's room) asked me the last time I worked if I had ever considered being a prostitute.

profanity and nascar

Motherfucking cocksucker motherfucking shit fucker what am I doing? What am I doing? I don't know what I'm doing. I'm doing the best that I can. I know that's all I can ask of myself. Is that good enough? Is my work doing any good? Is anybody paying attention? Is it hopeless to try and change things? The African guy is a sign, right? Because if he isn't, than nothing in this world makes any sense to me. I'm fucked! Maybe I should quit. Don't quit! Maybe I should just fucking quit. Don't fucking quit! I don't know what the fuck I'm supposed to fucking do anymore! Fucker! Fuck shit!

-Albert Markovski (I Heart Huckabees)

im watching oprah and dreading the next 18 hours. i just ate a nascar themed dinner in the cafeteria. i have run out of words.

do you think I would shoot at you?

my television should be taken away-- to ensure I wouldn't miss the Simple Life Interns I tuned into American Idol. Following the Simple Life I changed the channel to MTV for Newlyweds and the Ashlee Simpson show. I used to never watch any of this shit.

Anyway lately I have been considering the things that get stuck in your head. Like you know the things people say or something you read that you can't get out of your head for years at a time. Example: In the mid-90s I saw this episode of Oprah where they talked to African American women with abnormally large butts. This one woman had a size 6 torso, but a size 14 bottom. She could actually support a diet coke can on her ass-- like a table. It was an amazing image and I haven't been able to get it out of my head ever since.

Today's Purchases:
1 bag of Lay's Guacomole Chips
1 can of Fanta Orange
1 page fax
1 pastel blue bra
1 pastel purple bra
3 Summer Peach Snapple

you aint woman enough to take my man

hahaha

so its morning which in my world equals happiness strangely enough. I noticed that I usually post at night which might account for the overall melancholy of this blog.

ANYWAY MY POINT IS: I'M EXCITED. I'm excited about Georgia State, and getting an apartment, and leaving Athens.

I feel like painting and so I shall.

you want to marry me

I can't stop listening to Carly Simon. NO wait I can when Mockingbird comes on, but Nobody Does it Better and That's the Way I've Always Heard it Should Be are really rocking my world lately. I'm tearing up to the latter.

Anyways I called Ga State today and they were like yeah your in the computer just umm you fill out one sheet and mail it and we will see you this summer. I was like uhhh... ok? it was really strange and quick and I feel a pit at the bottom of my stomach. I mean this morning I was excited, but I think it was more of excited to have somewhere to go. Stupid night always making me rethink my hastily made decisions.

My Itunes informs me that my most listened to songs are as follows:

1. God Only Knows- The Beach Boys (55 times)
2. Fourth of July- Aimee Mann (9)
3. Brick- Ben Folds Five (9)
4. Dolly Parton- Hard Candy Christmas (8)
5. Elliott Smith- A Fond Farewell (8)
6. Elliott Smith- Rose Parade (8)
7. Beatles-Across the Universe (7)
8. Beck- Everybody Has to Learn Sometime (7)
9. Carly Simon- That's the Way I've Always Heard it Should Be (7)
10. Cat Power- I found a Reason (6)

I wish someone walked around behind me keeping statistics.


Steps: 12,000
Words said: 2,000
Outfits: 3
Visits to Bathroom: 4
F-word utterances: 6
Bus Trips: 3
Liquids ingested: 40 oz.

Side note: Thanks for the nice comments, and I look forward to seeing you in the ATL Amanda.

how i learned to stop worrying and love the bomb

So tonight I was thinking about it and I was like maybe I should look at the Ga state site for next semester because I was thinking I should go there next semester so i looked on the site and the application is due next week? So basically I'm kind of screwed I believe? I have to turn in my stuff from high school because I only have 27 hours as of today. And Im praying that I don't have to get recs from college since my profs either don't know me or have no reason to like me.

So I called KConnor to ask some questions and he suggested that since I want to take classes over the summer I should apply to Ga state for summer semester, so that's you know even sooner. I just don't know. I guess I shouldn't jump into ga state because look how this turned out and I obviously didn't put any thought into coming here. But what the fuck I just want to get out and ga state seems like the kind of place to get that done. But then there's the problem of what to study, but I feel like I'm fulfilling that jack of many trades master of none cliche since I pretty much suck at everything lately. So as usual i have no idea what I'm doing and I just want to sleep. Options I have considered for the Fall Semester:

1. Ga State
2. a job and apartment (may be combined with option 1)
3. just a job
4. Disney?
5. sleep
6. driving until Maude stops and staying there?
7. living in my grandfather's house in florida

yes ga state is technically the most responsible choice but you know what number 7 is sounding soooo good right now. i mean i could find a job down there to pay for food and housing would be free. and then I could always go back to ga state later. yes number 7 wins. number 7 kicks the rest of the lists' ass. Maybe I can not take classes this summer and then take courses over the internet from florida from uga. yes that's it. the problem is I think this every night, except every night its a new plan-- a plan I'm sure of until tomorrow night when I think of something new.

she's not a girl who misses much

I've ascertained that God's punishment for any kind of drinking is being woken up the next morning and not being able to fall back to sleep ever. its as if i can feel his presence in my headache... "next time don't drink that last Cape Cod"

so I hung out with Callie, Shane and Lily (she's so cute and big) yesterday and we were at the Starbucks in downtown athens and saw Mr. Suh? it was really weird he had his sweater tucked in to his jeans. hahaha. then the Wesleyan prison bus pulls by on broad street outside the window. it was really strange.

then i went and read at barnes and noble for a few hours. i was reading this book about this half jewish girl growing up in the 80s who had this form of OCD where she was like obsessed with religious laws. Anyway it was a really interesting and amusing? And it will convince you you have OCD.

So while I was at Barnes and Noble Bennett and Travis walk by so that was weird because I knew Travis, Stacey, Shane and Callie were going to dinner. So anyway turns out they were going to the restaurant next door and waiting around in Barnes and Noble. So Callie calls later and Callie, Stacey and I go downtown. We walk around until Stacey remembers that Fattie McBrayer works at the Firehouse a 21 and over club. It was empty when we got there and the drinks were super cheap. But we stayed until closing.

Anyway I heard like alot more than I wanted to about everything. And I remember alot of it, which is rare. So I woke up this morning with a fucking awful headache, and of course I can't sleep so I must listen to the Carpenters and try to type it off. I went downstairs to buy a coke but all the bible toters were in the elevator huddled together as if the devil might somehow spew my unkemptness and hangover on to them.

This was a very long and perhaps boring entry and for that I apologize.

simply the best---- better than all the rest

so anyway its after closing time i mean travis drove me home, because now im not tired and im home and otnight i went out wiht stacey strickland ekmark and callie adn i kinda hooked up with these shady german guys. i dont know it was creepy. anyway here i am and im not tired. and my mouth tastes like shit beer. anyway do you remember fattie mcbrayerh hes the bouncer at the bar we were at tonight so he let us in. he's a really sweet guy. anyway so yeah i went drinking with the two most infamous fgirls in wesleyan history and yes we did all get free drinks. hahahah. but yeah i dunno. so anyway I hung out with these german guys and some of them were hot but some of them just weren't so you know whatever, there was alot of drinking and groping. hahaha. ok sorry i will have the urge to erase this tomorrow i feel--- must climb up to bed.

very much vodka and too much tequilla those are the ways in which I learned to deal

here i am to spread the gospel of the fiery furnaces. If you don't know them by name you need to. Just ask, I'll send you a burned copy of their music. PLEASE ASK.

Anyway so to my luck I heart Huckabees is playing at the dollar theater. I went last night, but I don't think I will ever go to the dollar movie again on Friday night because its really creepy. I mean I go to the dollar movie because I have nothing else to do. But I guess the people who go on Friday night--- that's their intention. They have people to be around they have other things to do. But they plan to go to the dollar movie? Its just different and makes me sad. And people sit way too close to you. The theaters aren't huge but there is enough room for the meager crowds that I heart huckabees attracts on a Friday night and this old woman and her friend who looked like they would be better suited to stay home and watch YAYAS on TBS sit right in front of me, so I move down. Only to have this woman who barely fit in the seat and her beau cap me in the row. But it was ok because I was going to see this movie I already loved. Halfway during the movie the large woman who was only sitting one seat over from me takes off her shoe and puts her foot up on the seat next to me. I mean it was so gross, I thought she was kidding. Then as if I couldn't be in anymore mental turmoil she starts tapping her foot. It was all i do not to scream, so I started squeezing my water bottle to hopefully make as much noise as she was by tapping her stupid foot on the sticky floors. I was making all of those crushing plastic sounds, and then the stupid yaya sisterhood woman sitting in front of us looks back at me. And I gave her this look like I know this woman sitting next to me is disgusting, lets ban together and throw her out-- until I realized that my crushing bottle was her problem. Oh well I stopped when fatso stopped tapping her foot. Anyway love the movie as much as ever, we are all the same.

Speaking of fatsos I began the Special K diet this morning, and within 2 weeks I will lose 6 lbs or less!!! haha. but seriously who would know the difference? I haven't weighed myself in like 3 years.

I'm wearing this black and white striped shirt I bought and its kind of making me sick because the stripes seem to buzz when I look at them out of the corner of my eye.

to sum up this entry into my very favorite blog-- if you haven't seen I HEART Huckabees please do if you haven't heard the Fiery Furnaces then download it or request a burned copy, and if you are a large woman in the athens area keep your shoes on.

exhaustion sets in early

just got out of drawing. 10:19am. exhausted taking nyquil. going to sleep. must buy food for weekend, stupid no meal plan on weekends.

ok really tired nyquil+sleeping mask = pleasant Friday

i can't turn off the tv

The only bread I have was crushed in a tragic dwarer closing accident, but I eat it anyway because its going to go bad tomorrow. The man without a face is so creepy. I hung up my elton john postcards in the closet/vanity part of my room which is right when you walk in. I wanted to fill up the blank space, but when people come in they stare at elton and then look at me, and then look back at him and then grimace, and then give that knowing smile back at me. And then I'm like if loving Elton john is a crime, then send me to prison. seriously though white walls are disgusting.
L O V E I S A B A T T L E F I E L D

Jackson Pollock killed himself(?), well died anyway, on my birthday.

We're studying Abstract Expressionism in my art history class and today the teacher was discussing the technique of free writing or painting. So anyway its basically just like stream of consciousness except with painting its different. I mean when I sit down at something I usually have an idea, I mean even at first if your writing in stream of consciousness you start with something. But the point of the artists was to not have any notion at all. Because if you copied the notion out of your head than it isn't original, its already been done, even if your the only one who knows that you weren't being original. But then this leads into the problem of their being nothing original of there being no individuals, which came in with the nihilists. Anyway it was just interesting and so you know I wrote it down.

something dark by mendoza line-- download it for a good time.

tuesday tuesday can't beat that day

I don't know what falls over Athens at night, but it is definatly something that makes me want to leave or drink. I guess it affects most people here. haha.

I just got back from my 3d design class. I'm just not mechanical. We have to use these saws that are actually fun to use; until I broke 2 haha right in a row. There is this really awesome drawing on the most dangerous looking one of a hand drawn in outline except for red severed fingers. Its completely awesome, and awe inspiring and makes me want to use the drill more than ever.

GODAMNIT if "ITS OVER" from the Blockbuster get stuck in my head ONE MORE FREAKING TIME I'm going to throw my television out of the window.

So I left all of my alcohol at my house which is upsetting me tonight. At least I could be drunk now.

PS If anyone has a TI83 calculator I can borrow for the next four months, please call me ASAP!

we know the mistakes we make

maybe that's it.

I always throw out or delete chain letters, and I feel that's where all my recent bad luck/ bad decision making lately has come from.

i downloaded the new nancy sinatra cd and it sucks alot. its so overproduced. gross.

geez so I spent the weekend at home and the puppy excreeted all over the freaking house, and I had to clean it up. Then my mom fell down the stairs and tore her bicep so she was laid up the rest of the weekend and apparetly for like a long time? So you know that sucks alot for her.

So i was really upset that Im so fucking stupid today and that I had to go back to athens. So anyway long story short I had to return some stuff to target
(a. nailpolish- wrong color
b. girls teeshirt (even longer more pointless story))
so I had both receipts and I went in and it turns out I had one of the receipts wrong but then she wouldn't let me return the shirt, like not even for store credit, and i freaked out. Like I actually freaked out like I turned in to the rooster for a minute. And you know I felt bad about it, but not that bad about it because the girl who worked there was really smug about it.

So anyway then I had to go across the street to Hobby Lobby and return this awful box my step grandmother gave me and I was like ugh because I knew it would be a freaking problem. So they were just really freaking rude and then they refused to let me return that fucking box! So you know this was just like way too much for me. So I just broke down in the Hobby Lobby parking lot. It was awful, and I trace it all back to the fact that I knew that in a few minutes I would be back in fucking athens, which I am now. And I know its all my fault for coming here, and then you know not getting out when i had the chance. But you know if you're thinking that fuck you. haha. seriously though, fuck you.

I'm sorry this was so long and profanity filled. I'm happy if you read or skimmed it. And I'm sorry if it sucked, in the future I will be 1. less depressing or 2. writing less haha.

oh we ain't got a barrel of money

so now I'm at home playing with the new puppy (ted turner-- I know disgusting). And he's cute, not as cute or as pleasant as Molly, my dog, but you know how could it be?

I woke up at 7 to take him out, then my mom woke me up at 9 screaming. I figured she had accidentally killed him, so I got up to be a part of the mourning process.

Because I lost my stupid bank card and my credit card has such a low stupid rate because I "have no credit history" I am constantly embarrassed. Must go by bank and get temp. atm card so I don't look like such a fucktard anymore. And I feel like such a hobo because I really should just return these things I have been meaning to return to target for a while and then I can buy that Issac Mizrahi shirt haha. It's such a pirate shirt. I know its awesome.

My hair appointment is in 2 and a half hours, but now I just want to leave my hair like it is. Perhaps when I'll get there I'll be like "Michelle (my cousin) don't you want to go see Levi(her newborn)? And she'll be like "yeah, but you know I have to cut your hair" and then I'll be like: "It's fine, I'll just make another appointment for later" yes, no haircut. Must go to hobby lobby to return something else.

This guy is taking a stump out of our front yard, but it smells like he's just pooping all over, to me from here.

ps. becky- the pepermint bark was delicious!

Still I'm Gonna Miss You

THURSDAY
7:00 wake up shower etc
8:50 Arrive at Watkinsville court house
9-10:45 Sat in back pew of Probate court with Nell Carter's louder, fatter, sleepier twin.
10:45 Plead NOLO to ticket, asshole lawyer refuses to negotiate price or stop being such a freaking asshole
10:46 realized they didn't accept credit cards
10:45-11:30 Look for ATM
11:30 Leave card at Machine
12:45 Return to school, realize that I left card at ATM
1:00 Order new card
2:30- 4:30 NAP
5-8 cut up foam board attempting to shape into stuff that looks like a bunch of foam board cut up all shittily (?)

So yeah i'm really ready to you know leave athens. I mean sometimes when you have a day like I've had where everyone including yourself just seems retarded you just have to laugh or watch the OC. So I'm watching the OC.

I'm getting my haircut. Any suggestions?

Oh man drawing in the morning I AM NOT LOOKING FORWARD TO IT, but it doesn't matter anymore so you know as long as 2 hours can end I'm golden. And time inevitably moves. That's what I've learned at UGA.

A Day in the Life

I have alot of errands to run, and usually I like errands when I'm in Athens. However, that is not the state of the union today. Hey, when is that? The state of the union? Because I hate that. It's so boring, and I usually watch it but I always hate it.

my mother is getting a dog because sometimes my dad goes out of town. We were talking about names and I almost had her on Cartman. But then I suggested Bennett and I think that stuck what a cute name for a baby or a dog. haha.

Amanda Gustin is in my computer class and we taked for a while before class today. In case you were wondering she's in fashion merchandising and shares an apartment with Emily Rankin. We agreed that we enjoyed Mr. Byrne's art history class better than art history in college.

(4 hour hiatus)

So I just returned to my dorm room from the Hobby Lobby and Walmart where I finished most of my art supply shopping. While I was at Walmart I also purchased a 10 dollar pair of binoculars (camoflagued style) because I could. I am not sure what I will use them for yet, but chances are it will be creepy. haha.

I still have to like start doing reading tonight and perhaps make a few notecards oh and find out how to get to the fucking courthouse which turns out is in fucking watkinsville.

Things I ate Today:
1. Cinnamon Toast Crunch, one bowl of w/skim milk
2. one 4 oz. serving of scrambled eggs
3. one 8oz. glass of minute maid orange
4. Honey Bunches of Oats, one bowl w/2% milk
5. 5 Hershey's Kisses
6. One Wrap from the Cafeteria with cheese and Chicken
7. 7 Chips with Cheese Dip

I fabricated some of the numbers, but I don't think that makes that list any more or less interesting. I guess I should do some work now.

Respect my Authoritiiiieee

geez so it erased my post, and that sucks here's a summary:

I used to be funny, i take 8 oclock classes therefore I am nasty and mean and tired.

I made a list of things I'm interested in doing:

1. not moving
2. watching the golden girls
3. complaining more
4. falling asleep
5. yeah that's it.

I complained about my professor: My art history teacher already hates me for sitting in the back row and because I signed up for the class late and because I'm skipping class on thursday to go to court.

I haven't even gone to any of my real art classes, and I don't have a good feeling in my stomach about them. I just want to go to the dollar movie. Well actually I would prefer that the dollar movie come to me.

And now I'm going to hit up number 1 followed by a 4.

I thought things couldn't get any worse until I turned on Game Show Network and found the late 80s version of Match Game where Charles gets no respect and the freaking secretary from Bob Newhart is the star.

I am tired, I am weary I could sleep for a thousand years

so i am aware this is alot of posting but you know what deal with it. I have nothing to do but type and try to fix my schedule and wait. So right now I have an 8 oclock every day of the week but there's no way to fix it. UGA is retarded and all the maps they give you conflict with the numbers of the buildings on your schedule so its like a whole detective project just to find out where your class is.

And I'm still signed up for German but I don't know this sounds like a kind of awful idea to me. I'm thinking I should probably change it, but then you know I don't really want to because as my schedule stands I get out on Fridays at 10, which is nice. So you know I guess naps are the wave of the future this semester.

I'm watching Green Acres, and you know it just isn't as awesome as I remember it.

And you know my admiration to the person who can name the song without cheating the title of this entry comes from.

exercisitorium

i have a cold sore.

"You didn't do art before you came here, and you don't smoke pot?"

Umm so I used to write when I was bored but now i draw instead sometimes. So anyway last night I was bored so I started drawing this bird with a top hat and a bow tie smiling in front of an omelette. So anyway I was thinking about childrens books and I decided this would be the first in a series. A series about animals with mental health problems. Because you know the thought of an obsessive compulsive bear who counts so much he forgets to hibernate is just hilarious.

No, I don't smoke pot Jackie from across the hall. And I have nothing to say to you and for that I'm sorry. And are you smoking pot right now?

I was thinking about pretending to have an STD and be really ashamed of my cold sore because I would think it was funny if I knew me and thought I had a cold sore, but then I don't know. Like if I was talking to my roommate I could like cover my mouth with my hand and then like turn around and start crying and then make a list of guys to call about a problem they might be having. hahahahahaa

I need to find a job. Maybe instead of going to classes tomorrow I will go out looking for work. Maybe I could work at a grocery. That appeals to me, the sheer efficiency of it all.

ok my back hurts and im publishing this mother

Please to meet you did you catch my name?

so here I am back in Athens... alone...
haha.

So I woke up this morning at 9am and finished About a Boy, which I had been meaning to read for like 3 years so it was nice to check it off. And then I went back to sleep and woke up noonish freaking out because I hadn't packed anything and it turns out that I packed like all my belongings and it took 7 bags to bring it back that's 4 trips to my car from my dorm.

So now I'm here in Athens as I had previously mentioned alone.

And I'm about to take a trip to Walmart, and for the first time in my life I really don't want to at all. I'm hungry and tired and apparently someone's friends are spending the night on the futon. And I need to fix my schedule, so I think I just wont go to classes tomorrow. None of that makes sense (me throwing my hands in the air and rolling eyes) "grammatically," but seriously I fucking hate athens, and I need to change my sheets because if they are anything like the rest of the room they're really dusty and gross.

"I'm interested in accounting and having fun"

hahahahaha oh tullis.

but I'm still laughing. "Hi I'm a prison guard and I'm interested in disciplinary action and lifetime movies"

It feels like I have a black eye every time I touch my eye which is surprisingly alot. I haven't looked in the mirror yet this morning, but Ill guess we'll all see when we get the walmart portraits back.

Last night I had this dream where I went back to school and they had moved two more people into our room and they had thrown away like everything I had all over my walls and replaced it with pictures of Tyra Banks. The new roomates were Paige Gupton and Ms. Amanda Meng. It was strange. And then I came back and this 5th girl was sitting on my bed and was like we have to sleep in shifts.

single lady 1 (late 20s, frolicing on beach): I need a brownie.
single lady 2 (early 30s, also frolicing on beach): Oh yeah, she's menstrual

who writes these awful commercials? and perhaps worse who do they talk into buying things?

So I guess I should get a shower. I'm wearing my Steve Zissou hat. I slept in it. Deal with it.

two in one day? what a blogho

anyway its just a note to say I updated my pictures on webshots after a month and since the livejournal isn't really up and running, I'll only tell my blog.

you can see them by clicking here.

its thursday and im catatonic

casiotone for the painfully alone has to be the best group name ever. I'm not sure, in fact I kind of doubt that they sang "Its Valentine's day and I'm catatonic", but you know google searches enable us all.

so anyway I woke up this morning to find my school email box full of things I didn't want to hear about. Apparently I have to pay freaking more money to park there? Seriously though because I already paid what I thought was way too much to park at a place I don't even want to be. But if UGA thought they could squeeze another penny out of me I'm sure they would try, fucking pigs.

Well I still haven't registered for all the art classes I'm supposed to be taking. and I really shouldn't put that off. And I really need to decide about this. And I have to go back to school Monday. And if I felt like things couldn't get worse with money i have to go to court on Wednesday (snort snort) to defend myself for going 85 in a 65. I was in a hurry, mofos.

Apparently google offers me no answers about the origins of that song. But if you'd like to learn more about Casiotone for the Painfully Alone please click here.

My eyes are watering from lying down.

hazzahhh

I've been saying alot of things were "kismet" lately. So then I thought I should look it up in case I have been using it in the wrong situation. And it turns out I had been using it kinda right, but then I also found out that it is also the perfect will of Allah. So you know that was interesting enough. Since I'm not really muslim or anything. It's just such a nice word.

So lets discuss my future and by lets discuss I mean I'll make vague plans and you'll skim them:

1. Art classes at UGA?
2. regular classes over summer at Perimeter
3. Job
4. Stop spending money
5. Ga State Fall
6. apartment fall

I guess it would be best if I would live in the dorms but i don't know. The thought of living alone didn't bother me until I was at my brother's apartment and he showed me a letter about this african american woman who knocked on this woman's door (corn rows roughly 5feet tall large eyes) asking to use the telephone then like stabbed the woman who opened the door in the hand. I don't remember what happened next but it either involved rape or theft, neither of which I would like to be involved with.

Amazing its a whole new kind of life.

so yeah sorry for the bitterness of yesterday. And unfortunatly I feel a whole new wave coming on. My heart it hurts.

Anyway I need to go return a bunch of shit today, and I thought I was going to see Callie and Lily and Megan today but I don't really feel like calling Callie again. So we'll see.

But I refuse to waste this week I already wasted two weeks of this break one by working the other by being sick.

So yeah must muster the will to get out of bed. working on it working on it. nope still here typing. Once your bare feet hit the shower floor in the morning that's enough impetus for me to keep moving to see through the action of getting ready. But its just that first action on days when this bed is entirely too comfortable, on days where technology is too great. Where you can find everything at your fingertips from bed.

So anyway let's make a list that only I will be able to use/enjoy:

PLACES TO GO

1. The Library- all around good places, also have placed several holds
2. Stein Mart- never had seen the name of the store through new eyes. And now it seems strange.
3. At some point the Outlets- but that is more of a daytrip
4. the ATM
5. Belk and therefore the Forum, uggghhh for returns
6. I guess I thought the list would be longer.

im getting out.

and that's a freaking shame

Yes, I believe this will work out nicely. this year that is. it better. well that's not a threat. You know what you do New Year's Day is what you will do all year so I guess I will wake up in strange places alot and not shower and eat too much and then fall asleep again.

but it was a pleasant day, although I would have prefered to get at least something done. I can't believe that I have to go back to school in a week.

i really don't enjoy some words lately.

Disclosure: My recent purchase of a red hat was completely self-motivated and was done out of respect and admiration of a fictional character. I guess I can add being passive aggressive to the list above.