What else...

So lately I feel like this blog has been a place for me to whine. Bitch and moan. And right now that is something I need. I'm hoping that soon I can have fun, quirky things to talk about. But in this place, at this time, this is my blog of bitching. Sorry readers.

I know I've said it before, but my face has been breaking out big time. I never had problems in high school or college. Clear skin. But now...nothing but pimples (and not small patches of break outs, we're talking multiple huge gigantor pimples). I am really, really uncomfortable with it. Honestly, it makes me look at every part of me (not just my face) and sort of sigh. Like, argh, not looking so hot. The self-esteem is at a low.

I feel like this is coming at SUCH a bad time. I'm finally trying to get out there and date (so far three unsuccessful, but not terrible dates have been had). And if I don't like myself, I sure won't be putting my best foot (face?) forward. It's just aggravating. It's taken me so long to even want to date.

And please don't take this to mean I'm not happy being alone. I don't mean that at all. I just mean I'm open to the possibility of touching a boy again. Soon?

The truth is...

I was going to do the "guilty pleasures" meme and I decided that I don't feel all the guilty (or ashamed) of any of the books I read, music I listen to or food I love. I wanted to give you all something to read...but I'm so tired. My ma and I planted flowers today in the crazy heat and I am just exhausted. Plus, I'm at that end of year/quarter burn-out place. I prefer my entertainment mindless and my mind blank right at this moment.

There are many other things I could go on about but I don't think you should be subjected to that. So instead I'll leave you with this picture of a many, many, many legged bug that Mona was trying to kill earlier (she didn't manage it, but I did):

The evil innerworkings...

Tom Cruise grates on me. The way he treats "Kate", his religious fervor, even his acting...it all grates. I've never been a big fan. I mean, everyone loves Top Gun, but I think that's it for the Cruise and myself.

I sort of hope "Kate" gets postpartum depression. And then Tom can eat his words when nothing except "pseudo-science" helps.

I also sort of hope that X-Men 3 does better this weekend than MI3 did on it's opening weekend. I think they are comparable (action flick with a loyal following). Therefore, I think it would spite Cruise.

Poor Joey Potter, all tainted with Cruise now.

Nerd...

I lost track of a few hours just now due to a programming assignment. I'm not entirely sure what the game/program I'm making is supposed to do. But I've been trying to follow my old geezer professor's instructions. Usually they are very step by step. This time, not so much.

I quit for the night after getting frustrated.

I know I'm really frustrated when my right ear gets all hot and tingly/itchy/weird.

Because my body is a freak.

Mouth of pain...

So I do not have strep.

I have something awful called herpangina. Just in case your mind automatically goes there, no I do not have Herpes or angina. I advise you to never get this illness. Go ahead, look it up online. And cringe. Worse than strep. And does not respond to antibiotics.

I unfortunately do have a fever and feel like it. So all my classes (one of which was during the appointment and the other started 15 minutes ago) are a miss. I should go to class tonight, but I'm going to have a pity party instead.

Off to get my prescription filled (just FYI, i was offered tylenol with codeine for my pain. Yeah. That bad. I turned it down. Advil is fine. But I do have a steroid paste that I get to put in my mouth. Yum).

Pfffffttttttt....

That is the sound of random shit being thrown at you. Duck.

• I haven't run in about two weeks. Weather is a factor as is my never-ending sore throat. But...no one likes excuses.
• I watched the Family Stone last night and can't decide if I liked it or hated it.
  
• Anyone want to go see a movie next weekend(for about 12.50)? I really, actually want to see X-Men in the theater. I may just have to go...
  
• Update on the Time 100: I am still reading the same book I've been reading since...possibly January. I have been slowly slogging through it and I've finally hit this point where I just want to be DONE. I am on page 604 of the book, page 1044 of the footnotes (which equates to my having read 61 pages of footnotes). I still have 379 pages of the book and 35 pages of footnotes left. The weird thing is I feel so close to the end. Whereas any other book I might not have even started yet and have 379 pages left. Stupid, infinite book.

I decided the following about myself this weekend:

1. I have a serious weakness for organizational items. Some people like to buy shoes, some purses...I end up buying a magnetic board, a shoe holder, a bin...
2. My first impression isn't a good one. I think it has to do with my bluntness. But do I play that down to make a better first impression? Or be myself and let others deal....and if they can't deal...oh well?

KT + Luke 4EVA...

Luke Wilson is my new favorite boy ever.

Errrmmm...

Should I be worried that Boku has ingested (as far as I can tell) 3 of my little rubber earbud thingys? Not the actual electronics but the rubber piece that fits onto the headphone and then gets jammed in your ear....

I can't find any of them and this morning I found her playing with the headphone cord. The logical conclusion is that:

1. They are laying on the floor, batted into a corner
2. She ate them.

I lean towards two because they have to be pulled off of the headphones. Only her mouth could do that. So what now? I look for signs of bowel distress? Neither of them use the litterbox very often while I'm around...mostly late at night. Hidden camera action?

I am obviously also in the market for some earbud headphones. Anyone have any practical (ie: not too expensive) suggestions?

In his words...

he won the lottery by being born
big hand slapped a white male american
do no wrong, so clean cut...
dirty his hands, it comes right off
president
president

Relevant to today...

A long time ago, due to my love for Eddie Vedder, I decided that my first dog would be named Eddie. I have not gotten a dog and in fact, in the meantime have become more of a cat person.

But I promise you that tonight I will remember exactly why I loved Eddie all those years ago (we're talking about 12 years).

And I promise that my first dog will be named Eddie. Proper name: Edmund. Name I will call the dog: Eddie. If it's a girl? Same.

I have 3....

Today I saw someone get arrested. Not from afar. Right next to me. Scene:

I was walking back into my building after lunch, going through the revolving doors and two policemen and an arrestee were coming towards me in the building. The guy had his pants at his knees (?) and was screaming, I mean bellowing at the top of his lungs something like "Every white man has a credit card." That same sentence in many different variations with some expletives. There were maybe 5 people total in the lobby and everyone looked confused.

So why do you think he got arrested? Here's my little imaginary scene:

He was peeing on....a credit card machine.

Where it's at...

I'm a rebel, risk-taker, crazy girl. Blogging from work. I feel guilty in a good way. Evil laugh here.

Um, I only decided to blog because someone (I am not making this up) entered their street name in such a way that I feel scared that this is the intelligence level of our country. And in this particular case, the intelligence level of someone who took the GMAT and is applying for grad school. Imagine if you will, a Chicago street, ritzy, near the LP zoo called Lincoln Park West. This person lives on said street. Oh wait, just kidding, they live on Linkin Park West.

Not a human entry error. It was imported that way. Scantron bubbles were filled out with that spelling.

Request...

So I'd be much obliged to anyone who could chip in here. I know its sort of a random thing I'm asking...

For my photoshop class I have to literally or abstractly represent "Eye for an Eye, Tooth for a Tooth" and I'm coming up with a big blank as to what I want to do. Most of my ideas so far have been sort of violent, and I'd like to stay away from that. So my question to you readers is what kind of mental picture, image would make you think something along those lines...

someone...

please....

Tonight, so bright...

About an hour, hour and a half ago I convinced myself that my retina was detaching.

This is the life of a hypochondriac.

It is not, in fact, detaching. I just had "floaters" "halo" "visual aura" from the migraine. I know, I get migraines all the time, why would I think this time was any different? Because I didn't get any of the numbness. And my eye got all pink.

And I'm crazy.

Power to....well...me...

Remember last summer when I lost my power about once a week on the hottest day, for a few excrutiatingly hot hours? I am so, so hopeful that this problem is going to be fixed. Because tomorrow between the hours of (i shit you not) 8 am and 8am (which is what...basically a day and a half) I might experience (read: will experience) a power outage while they update the equipment in the area. Hooray! Maybe this summer I won't go through the hell of yo-yo power.

The only problem is that I may miss the Gilmore finale...