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

hi.

i really can't think of anything to say. someone told me that there's no such thing as writer's block... its that i'm not being open-minded enough to write stuff.

according to wikipedia.. writers block can be closely related with depression and anxiety. hmm. sorry but no. i'm not manic.

it also says that writers block can last for months or even years. yeah you pretty much have to be a moron to have writers block for a year. to cure writers block, wikipedia suggests to write out the plot of the story. well thanks a lot for assuming that we're all storytellers. i forgot that storytelling is the only form of writing.

one website suggests writing everything you can or know and leave little notes to yourself like *include details here*.
i like that idea.

*finish blog post here*

crap its starting

that time of the semester when i start to get really overwhelmed and frustrated with everything. some of it is to be expected, of course. i'm not taking 100 level courses anymore. my grade isn't based off my ability to memorize a bunch of shit and purge it out onto a test the next day. those were the days.

now i have to put thought and consideration into my work. what's with that?

and the fact that i'm graduating in may.. well.. that pretty much intensifies any feelings of anxiety slash laziness that i have towards my classes. what if i dont graduate? what if i fail a class? why do i choose to be a waitress so i have to deal with and cater to everyone's precious needs in my free time? these are the questions i ask myself everyday.

i've taken the liberty of writing down all of my upcoming assignments on my calendar. all i had to do was look up and there it was staring me in the face, responsibility that i'm forced to take. i mean, if i wanna graduate.
i threw my calendar away.

then i took it out of the trash. this isn't a good sign. if i can't make the simple desicion to hang a fucking calendar or not, how am i gonna make it in the real world? the 'real world'.

i went to a poetry reading the other day. juan felipe herrera. he said that one of the reasons that mexicans cant cross the border is because they have visions, not televisions. and damnit! i'm gonna have a mexican attitude. i mean, i already kinda do. i do everything slow. walk. talk. think. and i'm a big fan of mexican showers. why not have a mexican vision? no. not the blurred vision. like you read on those ridiculous shirts. one tequila, two tequila, three tequila, FLOOR!!! but a vision of graduation. sure, right now my calendar of assignments is hindering my vision. but its the thought that counts, right? right.

until then, here's something quite relatable i found on college humor:

10 Differences Between School and Hell


1. It doesn't rain in Hell.

2. Everyone has heard of Hell.

3. It's more fun getting into Hell.

4. You can't fail out of Hell.

5. At least you can sleep in Hell.

6. Hell is forever, school just seems like it.

7. People smile in Hell.

8. You only have to sell your soul to get into Hell.

9. You know there are hot men in Hell.

10. You wouldn't tell a friend to go to school.

.

ya HIIIIIIIIIIIIII.

i predict ohio state.

byeeeeeeeeee.

i'm back...

so i'm back from the crazyness that is spring break. all that tanning.. you know.

what? you don't think tanning is crazy? because then i'm gonna think that you're pretty fucking crazy for wanting to lay in a solitary position for 8 hours a day to change the color of your skin. oh. sorry. you have to get up and switch positions as the sun moves. how silly. apparently, it's also silly of me to think that you can still get tan while doing OTHER things outside. talk. move an arm. possibly bring it up to that physically straining level of taking a walk down the beach. but it was my friends spring break too.. so i just had to break the wrist and walk away. break the wrist. walk away. ya i have to get a napoleon dynamite quote in where i can.


so anyways.. then we went out drinking every nite. the bars were all in walking distance. i just love when i can walk more than three steps without getting whistled at by a 19 year old. its a special treat since it didn't happen too often down in daytona beach. and you would think it be something like "hey baby" or "how you doin" but no. it was something to the tone of "SPRING BREAK!!!!!!!" well thanks captain fucking obvious. do you have tourettes or you just think its really cool to point out the obvious in a loud screaming voice to every girl that walks by? my favorite, though, were the locals. they were just loving it all up. they waited for those couple weeks in march during college spring break so they could break out their pick-up trucks with rims on the wheels. the trucks looked like idiotic toys on the big ass wheels that were honestly five feet tall. i mean. please just get a life. and by get a life, i mean die. because the world would be a better place without you.

the whole thing was just sobering, really.

and no, i'm not 55 years old. i'm normal.

annoyed

i'm sooo shitty annoyed at one of my professors. i seriously can't even handle him. yeah okay, it's a 'him' but that's all i'm gonna say.

but honestly - hes fricken late every day and it's not just a few minutes. no. its at least 15 minutes so the whole class is just sitting in the hall every time he comes to class. wouldn't you be like "oh sorry about that" or say where you were? wouldn't you make an effort to be on time to your own class EVERY time? i mean.. i guess not.

he doesn't even teach us anything about the topic of the class. he starts every class by saying "oh sorry, i didnt get back to everyone's emails". aka you didnt even open any of them. because you only had a week to do it. understandable. he just goes off on shitty tangents that no one cares about. today he repeated everything he talked about last week and then he announced that he was gonna post it all on D2L.. something which he said he would set up within the first couple weeks of class. GREAT!!!!! what was the point of even going to the shitty class?? to just make me get more and more annoyed for 3 hours while you ramble and try to figure out how to work a computer?? who doesn't know how to find microsoft word? i mean come on.

it's not like i'm taking this class for fun. its not free. i have to drag my ass there every fricking tuesday and sit there and try not to walk out. i was so tempted today. just so so tempted. yet i sit there. and for what? to watch the lens fall out of your nast glasses and then ask the class if they have superglue. oh why yes! as a matter of fact. i have some superglue.. the special kind that people use to superglue their FUCKING glasses together. and so does everyone else in the class i'm sure. the world didn't end, the lens fell out. just get over it. don't waste the next 15 minutes trying to shove it back in and have it fall out. i guess i'm grateful that your gay lecture got interupted.

there's this video that i wanted to post that reminds me of him but my computer doesn't have enough memory to view videos. they're all choppy. so i'm gonna try and do it tomorrow.

uh.

i swear

okay i swear i'll put up a long and nice blog post tomorrow. i'm so tired and i really need to get a good nights sleep.

i have so much crap to do these next few days and i'll never get it all done if i'm tired.

thanks and bye.

go shorty..

..it's my birfday.

ya i don't have much else besides that.

got my hair did this morning.
went out to lunch.
gonna go out to dinner.
then out.


haven't really seen any weirdos to report about today. i'm sure i'll see some tonite. woo. cant wait.

i hate titles

but anyways. i think this is gonna be the place that i start to bitch about the weirdos that i see everyday.

so today in the UWM union... yeah, a dumbass could have already guessed by now that i'm gonna talk about a weirdo. UWM = Union of Weirdos and Morons.


anyways, i want to take a quick minute to bitch about that guy who stands in the union asking everyone if they want free candy. no! okay. just no. i don't want your free fucking candy.

first of all, your so-called candy is a starlite mint. wow. thats what i crave when i want candy. and your one shitty mint is wrapped in 8 million papers with a rubberband. obviously you're running for something and i bet that half the school doesn't even know what for. well thats because you sit in the corner with your white tee shirt and glasses every freaking day and ask everyone if they want "free candy". way to promote yourself buddy.

bananas?

someone told me that bananas are bad for you and are the worst fruit you can have.

they're 'sugary and fatty' she says. uhmm. okaay?

first of all, isn't an avacado a fruit? it has seeds right? those things aren't fat free.
and second of all - get a life. if you're gonna sit there and freak out and ramble on about how bad bananas are for you, then please stop shoving one in your mouth while you talk, making it nearly impossible to listen to your bitching.

now i don't ever want one again. not because of your awesome statistics. but because the vision of chewy saliva-y bananas mashed up in your mouth is ingrained into my brain.

thanks a lot you big fuckin freak.

it's finally fricken sunny out

so i'm in a bit of a better mood than the rest of this week. it's sunny and not raining/slowing/sleeting/windy/cloudy or anything of that nature (no pun intended).

it's also my mom's birthday. gotta love the quality family time.

woo.

mmhmm

so i changed the blog up a bit.

i like it.
but i dont like that my computer is slow.

but i like it.

tired

i dont know.

i'm really tired right now. watching america's next top model. most of them are annoying.


uhmmmmmm.

snow just fell off the roof. sounded like a bomb. my dog jumped.
ha.
haha.
hahahahaha.

ouch

so i've been in the hospital this weekend.

to make a long story short, i tripped and landed on someone's knee. okay i know it sounds really ridiculous but it was purely accidental. i started getting really bad stomach pains and as it turns out, i had a little tear in my bladder. it happens to be in a place where it just needs to heal naturally so at least i don't need stitches or surgery.

it feels like i swallowed a whole bag of cotton and now it's exanding and winding around my stomach and intestines.

i've been getting no sleep and my life is hell.

thanks for listening.

okay

so it's sunday night and i'm watching the halftime show right now. can't really say i'm a big prince fan but whatever. i've had a few drinks so i can tolerate.

wow. what is he wearing on his head? it looks like his hair from afar. if anyone wants to ask me why i'm not a big fan of prince i'm gonna use this as my reason.

i'm still not really sure what we're supposed to be writing about in these blogs. but i've decided i'm gonna make it a tradition to post on sundays. cuz i'm a procrastinator? possibly. cuz that's the only day i have time to? more likely.

i'm sorry but i'm really not appreciating prince and his marching band. and i was in band so i'm allowed to make fun. but i really like his makeup. again, i wear makeup so i'm allowed to judge.

rebecca blood made me want to watch football over reading her book. and this is in spite of the super bowl. according to her, i could have just wrote "i'm neat" and it would have been a sufficient blog post. but "don't worry", she says, "i can delete it later" if i decide i don't feel like announcing that to the world. i can see how it's such a personal thing to say. it could be the alcohol talking but i'm pretty confident that i am a neat person so i'm gonna go ahead and say it. i'm neat.

o0o0o0ooo

look at me! i'm a genuine blogger! i've updated my page 3 times within the last couple hours! THREE TIMES!

blogs??

okay so i'm not gonna lie. i really dont understand the point of blogging. what ever happened to writing by hand? in a private journal? that no one else will see? not that i'm a big blog connoisseur.. but all of the blogs that i read contain personal information. really personal information.

why would you post that stuff on the internet? the whole fricking world is reading it. i mean really. why? who knows if some of these blogs are really being sincere or if its just for internet fame. the newest and coolest type of fame that people can achieve these days. yeah man.

i'm still waiting for the day when you can achieve fame by walking down the street. i await this day with open arms.

or that whole loney girl scheme on youtube. i mean.. she got on jay leno. and for.....? i dont know. maybe i'm just overreacting. maybe i'm just being silly. no one cares about preserving any type of dignity or mystery about them. and here i'm thinking that they're the weirdos. when this whole time i havent been revealing my personal life that 6 people honestly care about and the rest read for fun.

i need to get a grip.

testing

ya i'm just getting the feel for this. woo.