Wow, it's been over a month since I've written anything here.
I just woke up from a really awesome dream in which I was living in the Playboy Mansion and was best friends with Bridgette and Holly. There were rumors that Kendra was going to be asked to leave. There were parties like every day. It was a good time. Good dream. I even sat in on Puffin teaching a class.
Let's talk about friends, for a moment, if you will.
Friends, I'm noticing, come in all sorts of kinds.
There are the friends you've had for years, who you may not have so much in common with anymore, but you've been through so much together. How can you not keep them?
There are friends you realize are no longer your friends. These are the people who don't seem to care about you regardless of what you do have in common, or regardless of how long you have known them. These are no kind of friends to keep.
There are friends you don't see very often, but when you do, it's like you last saw them the day before.
There are friends you see every week, who may not be true friends, but friends of convenience.
There are party friends, internet friends, school friends...
I have a lot of friends. I don't know how many of them I will keep in touch with once I move, but I do know that good or bad, these are people I will never forget.
So apparently mom tried to burn down the trailer tonight.
Silly mom.
Anyway, in order to not have a burny down home, the only fuses on are that of the computer/tv in my room, and the outside light. My mom loves me. =)
Yeah, so all this happened while I was out at Marley's tonight.
My friend Rusty, whom I know from the good ol' days of Lights Out, sneaking into bars at 15, and generally being more into the local music scene than I have been lately, his band was playing, and I didn't go the last time they were, so I went tonight.
I had a blast.
There was this super old super drunk guy who was dancing...Huffman got some good video of it, hopefully he puts it up on myspace like he said he would. HILARIOUS. *shudder* Apparently he talked to Brooke, Mandee and Kelli while I was watching the band, and they gave him fake names. I missed out, but chose Veronica as my back-up in case he asked.
He never did.
Bands were good, the other band that was there was called Banger, and they're comprised of the lead singer of Supafuzz and his wife, lead singer of Devil May Care, and some other guys I don't know. They were really awesome, the switching off on vocals was really cool...they both have great voices. And Rusty's band Earth to Eros was good, it was surprisingly poppy and I told him so. If I didn't hate Marley's so much I'd see them more often.
Then I got to hang out with Huffman and a friend of his who I kissed like...5 years ago, and haven't seen him since pretty much that night. Strange, the people you will run into in Huntington. And I got hit on some which is always an ego boost, especially since I've been dealing with some...Tiger Beats, as Zach(ary) Evans would call them, of late. I've been really sad and emo since...Thursday, and it was nice to just laugh and have fun.
Tomorrow, Lisa and Jen are joining me for bowling. I'm really looking forward to it for two reasons. 1) I never see Jen anymore and I only see Lisa at the mall. 2) I will probably win all the games. And that never happens with the boys.
Well, that's my update I guess. No wait! One more thing!
Because I know he loves reading his name here, I've been talking to Doug "Maverick" Brofman a lot lately. Very few of you will actually remember him as the lead singer of a little band I was obsessed with back in the day called Spenser. We used to talk then, too, online and usually later at night, with the both of us being awesome and witty, they were always good talks. I'm glad he's entered my life again, even though because he's in California, I wind up talking to him until like 7am and it's really cost me a lot of sleep this week. So worth it though.
Okay, that's really all now. More when it happens, and I feel moved to actually write about it here.
I'm not even sure what it is that I've done wrong lately, but obviously it was something because karma seems to be kicking me in the ass.
I spent $230 on a rental car. I have almost the entire week off. My mom is out of town and do you know what I've done during my me time?
I've laid in bed, gone through an entire box of tissues, watched half of the 6th season of Dawson's Creek and left the house TWICE, once to go to Best Buy and once to go to the doctor.
Which means that I skipped class Wednesday. Which REALLY sucks, because guess what I was supposed to get in class on Wednesday? My take home test. Due tomorrow. At 11am. And the teacher didn't respond to my e-mail in which I said "I am teh died how can I get the take home test?" Not to mention, that because I've been in bed with some sort of plague that isn't even the sex plague because I could have given birth by now to a child conceived the last time I had sex, I have got: a two page Economics article review, a 2 page case study, a week-long waste diary and accompanying explanation paper, AND the questions that I was supposed to turn in on Monday to accompany my science test that I haven't turned in yet....and that whole take home test I didn't get...all due tomorrow. None of which I've even started on yet. It's like 12:15am and I've got to take a shower in order to be on campus at 11am.
FUCK.
That's all. Now, instead of getting started on all that homework, I'm going to finish the episode of Dawson's Creek I paused when my mother called. And then maybe I'll get started on my work.
UPDATE: It's 4am and I've finished 3/4 of the assignments I could do. We'll see at 11am how the whole...take home test thing goes. And the last assignment I've yet to do isn't due til 4:30pm and I need to get something from marshall, so I'm SLEEPING for the next five hours, rocking out on school for a few, then...well, since my medication seems to be working pretty well, the plan is to crank out the Bridal Shower Bingo cards and paper dolls for Mandee's shower Saturday, and then head on over to Deplin's St. Patty's thing. And DRINK because they didn't put me on antibiotics so I can. Ha!
Friday night party at Justin Stanley's. Tequilla is either my best friend or my worst enemy. Pictures on facebook are priceless. Even though I broke my fucking camera...oh well, I'll get it fixed before graduation.
Tonight, back to Justin Stanley's, to enjoy company and find the back of my cell phone, which I did so HURRAY! At least my cell phone isn't broken.
Tomorrow is bowling and I guess I should prolly throw some homework in there. I'm sure something's due. Something's always fucking due.
Speaking of school, my name is on the list. I am most definitely graduating in May. Finally fucking done with Marshall and college and ready to start my life.
Other than that, I'm in need of sex and crafting supplies. I've finished knitting my bag, I just need to purchase the fabric for the inside and sew it up. Then I'll have to come up with some new project. I'm joining this "potty mouth swear word swap" on craftster and I've got some great ideas that I can't mention in case my swap partner wants to stalk me.
Post the first sentence of the first entry for every month last year (2006):
January: OK, so..a few days ago, my computer upon starting had a ..windows system file error and couldn't start. Wow, it's been that long since my laptop died.
February: I had a conversation with my mom that took all the sleep out of me...she's got a "rapidly deteriorating" cataract...and she'll have to have surgery, and where the FUCK are we gonna get the money for that? One year later, and nothing's been done about it.
March: For whatever reason, it wouldn't show in your comments, so... Reminder, it will soon be Kim's birthday.
April: Whoosh. Heh.
May: Oh wow, I just woke up from the...*insert adjective I've yet to figure out* dream about Carl. After re-reading that dream, I've decided I'm just crazy.
June: I know I write a lot about sleep, but honestly...without school, there's not much else to talk about other than work. It's true. Still. But what perplexes me more about this entry is this sentance: "Deplin came to see me today, even though he wanted something I could not give him." What? Sometimes I hate that I write this journal publicly and sometimes edit myself and now I can't remember what the hell I was talking about.
July: I didn't want to wake Melissa when I got home last night around 4am, so I wrote this out on paper and now I post it here. Most melodramatic post in quite some time. Man I'm such a crazy girl.
August: Oh, hello LJ readers. Pretty normal boring update that one.
September: I have gone DVD crazy in the past week. Holy shit I can not believe that was over five months ago! I JUST got around to watching 200 Cigarettes like two weeks ago. And I bought it in September. Where the fuck does the time go?
October: Well, I'm back from my weekend in Lewisburg. ...good times. Not much to say about this one.
November: So here's an interesting anecdote for you kids out there... It was interesting.
December: What the hell happened to me? I used to write here all the time, and in the month of December I only made 4 posts. Three of them were quizzes. The other one was this: "Things are good. That's all you're getting tonight. Sorry." Man, I need to get back to writing here more often. I'm sorry I've ignored you LJ readers. I probably don't even have any readers left. *cry*
Seriously, winter. You used to be my favorite season. Why you gotta pull this shit on me? First, with the temperatures which have now TWICE frozen our pipes, leaving me stinky and pissed off. At least you warmed up mid-day the first time, enough to thaw out said pipes with a little running of the dryer. But really, you had to freeze the pipes, keep my mom at home thus ruining all my awesome "I'm gonna spend three days in Huntington just hanging out with people and generally being awesome" plans, and then dump 6 inches of snow in like 5 hours leaving me completely stranded at the top of a hill I can't get down and still without water? Fuck off winter. Seriously. Fuck off.
Wraith Pinned to the Mist and Other Games by Of Montreal.
The other night I was going to make this post about a challenging Economics assignment over which I was pulling my hair out. I didn't get around to it because I basically gave up on the assignment, vowing to give my teacher a big ol' WTF before class. I looked at the last question, which honestly was in a language other than English and none of the phrases were mentioned in our notes, one last time before I went to bed, and had only the vaguest ideas of what to do. It was like someone had lit a match out in space...that's all the illumination I had. So I WTFed Harlan Smith 10 minutes before class, and he drew this goofy little diagram and threw some words at me until the light bulb practically burnt itself out coming on. After I gave the quick and dirty lowdown to the guys sitting around me, I finished up the last question during class before turning in the assignment. The questions in the chart prior to the devil's last question could have used a bit more attention but I was worn out with Economics and just turned it in like I do almost all of my multiple question tests...without double checking or questioning my gut reaction.
Combining both sections of the class, I was one of TWO people to get a perfect score.
I so fucking rock Economics. If I didn't want to have a normal social life, maybe I would have taken up Dr. Z's suggestion to switch my major. But if you've ever met anyone who studied or worked in Economics, you know there's invariably SOMETHING off about them. Like all that analytical ability fried something in their brain needed to be a sane, complete human being.
In other news, I woke up screaming this morning from a zombie nightmare. Actually woke up screaming. Craziness.
And I bought a pack of cigarettes today because they were packaged in my favorite colors. Black and pink. The stamp on the filter is pink! They're too cute, Camel No. 9s. Maybe I SHOULD be an Economics major. Hmm.
Okay, so I just got done reading "World War Z" about the world's war against the zombie infestation, and in this history they tell of how originally the governments were keeping the fact that they were zombies hidden by calling the outbreak "South African rabies."
And what do I see on my AOL news?
Virulent Tuberculosis May Imperil Millions South Africa's Response to Outbreak Criticized By MICHAEL WINES The New York Times JOHANNESBURG (Jan. 28) -- More than a year after a virulent strain of tuberculosis killed 52 of 53 infected patients in a rural South African hospital, experts here and abroad say the disease has most likely spread to neighboring countries, and some say urgent action is essential to halt its advance. Several expressed concern at what they called South Africa’s sluggish response to a health emergency that, left unchecked, could prove hugely expensive to contain and could threaten millions across sub-Saharan Africa.
South African TB? No fucking way, it's ZOMBIES!!!!
So I had an awesome time in Lewisburg. I really needed a tiny little vacation, to get away from here and all the crap, and just have a chill time with Lauren, and get to see "Student Doctor McCreamy" play guitar. I'm now sharing that pure awesomeness with you:
God it was so worth the drive.
After the follies, all Lauren and I did for the next 24 hours basically was watch Grey's Anatomy and be warm under multiple blankets. It snowed around 6pm and was kinda lame, but I got home with very little stress, and a whole lotta salt on the rental Jetta. I made it to both classes on Friday, and then slept the rest of the day. Totally threw me off schedule, and I watched both Garden State and Moulin Rouge last night before falling asleep again after 6am. Work today was totally lame because I sold over $300 and there should have been someone else (Michelle) scheduled to work with me. *pout*
But this week is looking promising as I am not scheduled to work Thursday so I can go back to Stitch N Bitch. FINALLY. And I'm participating in the next SnB party as well...I've already got my craft kinda made up.
I'm just gonna focus on school and friends and not be a hermit like I wanted to be, but have moderate fun with a lot of "me" time mixed in. Once I graduate...I'm enjoying the not having a plan right now. We'll see how that goes.
Okay rambley me, done for now. More when it happens.
Man...seriously, there is no better movie than 200 Cigarettes. If you haven't seen it, it's so amazing. Please go rent it. I'm so glad I bought it, I could watch it over and over again. I did, in fact, the first time I rented it. I watched it 6 times in the 5 days I had it out from Blockbuster.
*happy sigh*
My bowling ball got drilled today and my bag came in the mail. I am now completely ready to actually get better at bowling. And Monday I think I'll bring the Republican along. He's always fun.
Oh, and I'm going to Lewisburg in a week. I'm so excited to get to have some "us" time with Lauren. Not to mention...hot student doctors. If that's not worth the two hour drive, I don't know what is.
So I'm sitting here in the Marshall library waiting for my dad to come get me so I can FINALLY see the Marshall movie, and I've already checked myspace, facebook, and my LJ friends page, so I guess I'll write my impressions of this, my final semester at Marshall University.
I only need two classes to graduate; one management and my ISC course. That's Integrated Science for you non-schoolies. But since I like both insurance and money, I decided to go full time, and lemme tell you, finding two other classes that seemed interesting/had merit AND fit into my schedule...difficult.
I wound up with MGT 424 - Human Resource Management, ISC 280 - Special Topics: Living on Earth, ECN 326 - Intermediate Macroeconomic Analysis, and ANT 201 - Cultural Anthropology. Let's take a deeper look, shall we?
MGT 424- This class...let's just say it'll be the death of me. I HAD to have it...and of course it was only offered MWF at either 9am or 11am. I chose 11am, obv. It's boring and is going to suck and it's early and has an attendance policy. Seriously. Assumed Grade: B for serious lack of interest/effort.
ISC 280 - Well...I really wanted the Forensics class, but apparently you had to sell your soul and your first born to get into it, so Living on Earth it is. I'm still not sure exactly what it is we're going to learn in this class, but as long as I'm present (because there's no book) and semi-conscious, I should get a feel. Assumed Grade: A because it seems like a cake-walk
ECN 326 - I took this class to fulfill my 12 hours for an Econ minor. I liked my last two Econ classes...even though they were 3 years ago. Plus...it's nice to have a minor. Makes me feel less like I've been all over the place in search of my two majors. The teacher wrote our book, it only cost $24.25, and it's like....fill in the blank. He basically lectures from the book which is written in outline form with blanks for certain words, which he gives us in class. W.T.F. The tests, however, are analytical (thus the "analysis" in the title) and if I can't jump start my memory, may prove to be a serious bitch. Assumed Grade: A (hopefully) because I really like Econ and did well in previous classes.
ANT 201- Ahhh, Intro to Anthropology. I was looking for a Sociology class to fit my schedule and give me a SOC minor, but alas, there were none to be had. And no interesting English, foreign language, or History classes, so I'm in baby Anthropology. Oh well. Meant a lot more money to be full time. Assumed Grade: A possible, but B likely due to little effort because of other classes.
So that's my semester. The LAST ONE EVER. I am so not going to grad school, I want to be DONE. Blah, school. Especially 11am. I'm here from 11-9pm Monday, 11-4pm Wednesday, and 11-2pm Friday. SO. LAME.
More when it happens kiddies. Hope all's well out there in the real world.
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