helluva summer

i'm not really sure why i'm even bothering to update my blog. you've got to be pretty stalkerish to check my blog for updates daily for three months straight. then again, weirder things have happened.

it's 829 in the morning right now. i can't remember the last time i saw sunlight shine through the windows at this angle. it's kinda messing with me.

these days it's not uncommon to be awake or asleep at any given time of the day. i found out i got into ad school. san fran baby. also, i can now say that i have a boyfriend. yup.. the good old bf. been living here a bit. turns out it's easier than i thought to be a minimalist.

still trying to take it all in while giving it a good solid effort to enjoy the last weeks of summer. hmm. i suppose you could say that i have a few drinks here and there. hmm. yeah..

annoyed.. again

well i'll start off on a positive note. i'm done with classes. this upcoming week is finals but i just have one research report to do. so.. mmmmyyeah. that's neat.

but seriously. i dont know if i've ever talked about the fat shitface that lives above me. i've never seen the bitch but one would logically assume that she
(he?) is the fattest thing in the world. i'm still waiting for the day that the ceiling slams down on me and kills me.

DUMB IDIOT!

so if it wasn't bad enough that i can already hear every shitty ass step pounding through the ceiling at 7am when fatty wakes up (we got a motivated fatty i guess), she (he?) has been pounding some shit in the walls all morning. its my first day to enjoy the fact that i'll never have to go to school again at uwm and she ruined it for me. thanks a lot, bitch.

i'm going up there and forgetting to be polite in asking her to shut the HELL up.
i mean business.

tell hupy and abraham.

am i done yet?

one more week of school. one more week of finals.

i have a great deal for anyone who wants to take me up..


.. i'll let you do my homework next week if you give me a dollar!

it's a great deal.

just think about it, kay?

i still hate school..

i hate it hate it hate it hate it hate it. i just can't express my hatred enough. the dumbest part is that once summer is here.. i'll be bored and annoyed. is there any winning?

nope, not in wisconsin.

i still hate titles

i'm dead to the world and time warner basically screwed me over. finally the shitheads sent someone out to look at my computer and i had to walk the big moron down to the garage and show him where the cable boxes were. then the midget couldn't reach so he took someones bike and stood on the seat. yeah.. thats a great idea. oh.. and this is after he asked me to give him a boost. do you think you're funny?

weirdo

i'm in the union right now and i'm sitting by some man who is talking to himself like a big weirdo. i'm really being serious... i can't stand the weirdness right now. i just can't do it.

and he's talking really loud too. something about being in God's hands. i don't know. i said he was talking loud.. not clear.

EW! okay so all he has with him is a huge cup of what i hope is milk cuz he's dipping a cookie in it. looks funny cuz it's the biggest cup ever and the smallest cookie ever. and he also has a notebook, headphones but not on his ears, and a crossword from today's paper. he just got up and walked over to me. this is one inch away from my face:

(and blaringly loud):

"IF THE CLEANING HAMPSTERS COME, YOU TELL THEM TO LEAVE MY STUFF THE *FUCK* ALONE. I SWEAR I'LL SNAP ALL THEIR FINGERS OFF IF THEY TOUCH MY STUFF."

mmkay.
?

well i'm scared now. i feel like he's one of those people who has autism but is really smart at something.. like crosswords. like rain man and math. i don't know but i hope i don't ever act like this because i do enjoy talking to myself sometimes.

i'll forget to be a weirdo though.

not much

not much to report here. i worked thursday friday and saturday nite. i'm pretty appreciative of a day off.

sometimes i wish i had a job where i could just do nothing. not use my brain in any way. i was a lifeguard.. so yes.. i just sat there.. but i still had to pay attention. i was guarding people's lives for fucks sake. i don't care what you say, but i had to go through a lot of crap to be a lifeguard. and i swear.. i burn about 3000 calories every time i work. running around to get people drinks and bread and reset the table after each course. just get a life.

i don't care if your blood sugar is low. if your life was really in danger, i'm pretty sure you wouldn't just sit at the table and wait for a server. wouldn't you go get a soda or something? wouldn't you have medicine or candy in your purse? not just sit there and risk having a seizure or something? it's like "woopsie.. half my body is paralyzed because i was so excited to go out to eat for dinner that i wanted to be waited on for my every life-threatening need. " i just don't get it.

oh, and the same table last nite.. the low blood sugar one.. they asked me if they could take home the steak knives. what? what do you even say to that? you can afford a nice dinner, but you can't afford steak knives? usually i can tell if people are kidding, but i really couldn't last nite. so that's what i said. "are you kidding me?" i realized i sounded a tad bitchy so i threw in a fake laugh. because of this job.. i think i could be an award-winning actress. i really could. just wait. you'll see me on the silver screen at some point.

but we do have really good food. good steaks. but if you go.. make sure it's a thursday friday or saturday. and then ask for me as a server. and then, if need be, wait for an hour. because basically, it'll just make me look good. like, i'm just that good of a server. and i really am too.

here's a link to dennis getto's review (a notorious food critic.. known for being harsh) from onmilwaukee.com:

http://www.onwisconsin.com/dining/dining.asp?id=3747