Saturday, April 26, 2008

Homework? Phish I say!

So far my Saturday (with a U not an E) has consisted of going to work hungover. Staving off said hangover by eating copious amounts of bagels. Having my lovely roommate bring me a hot fudge/whip cream/oreo cookie/rocky road ice cream Sunday. Eating it. Going to get terriyaki. Eating it. Walking in THE SUN back to the apartment. Playing scrabble. Attempting to spell cute, qute. Phonetically they're the same, yes? WINNING Scrabble using the words ass, tit, and of. Contemplating when it would be okay to make dinner without feeling like a complete gluten. Absolute, positively NOT thinking about what homework I need to do, it's Saturday!

Thursday, April 24, 2008

Dear Santa,

I have been a very good kid since Christmas, but there are a couple things that I need right now and cannot wait the obligatory eight months,

1. That the story I have to write for my English class would be finished

2. The internship I want will come through

3. Spring quarter to be over


*really, this is all I want

Wednesday, April 23, 2008

And The Winner Is...

And the three girls in Girlicious will be...


OMG they made FOUR!!! Oh, Robin why do you do this to our pour souls? Putting us through the suspense like that. So, presenting number's three and four;


I somehow became much to emotionally invested in this show. Thank God it's over, I can have my dignity back.

Friday, April 18, 2008


It is Seattle.
It is April.
It is snowing...

Thursday, April 17, 2008


Going for a week with less than eight hours of sleep each night is the equivalent of gong 24 hours without sleep, at least for me. What does this mean? I get to act like a someone high on caffeine tomorrow, oh wait, it won't be an act.

Monday, April 14, 2008


'nuff said.

Saturday, April 12, 2008

At the store

They have put Tiger Woods into a bottle. Oh. My. God. It's called Tiger-ade or some such shenanigans. Another addition to the already too numerous decisions when choosing a sports drink. I just want my damn Limon-Lime Gatorade!

Thursday, April 10, 2008


My roommates have formed a club, "Women Against Boyfriends With Bromances". Word.

Wednesday, April 9, 2008


Who needs to get up in the morning and actually be productive? Not me. Apparently my body needed to sleep until noon. I have to be at work at 2, and no, those two hours are not nearly enough time to play a game of chicken with my homework. Two hours, is not enough time to argue with yourself about whether or not to start that essay. But sleep, sleep is worth it, 11 yummy hours of sleep, is worth not starting my homework until America's Next Top Model is over at 9 tonight.

Tuesday, April 8, 2008


The coolest swear word ever invented to replace fuck. Mother Fracker. Frack me. Frak!

Sunday, April 6, 2008

I am

a bad ASS. Yes that's correct, my unofficial volleyball officiating arse got yelled down by another coach today when I reffed her game, and I took the initiative to stick it to 'em. Misses pissy coach is yelling at her floor captain to yell at me that my call was wrong, and the only reason she's so upset is because it's the game point. But you weren't going to win anyway bitch, so give it up already. Anyway, I have to come down off my pedestal (Read: reffing stand) and talk to my down ref, and my line judges, and I'm like, "I made my call, I'm sticking with it," and Ms. Pissy gets, well, pissed. But I'm like "nuh uh, this game is over, we're ending this!" So I go back to my pedestal, clime up the four steps, blow my whistle, and end the game. Perhaps I lied to the official ref on duty when he asked me to explain why I made the specific call I did; because I'm going to share a secret, I made the call for the completely and utterly wrong reasons. I probably should never have made it in the first place but the only thing worse a ref can do then making a bad call is going back on that bad call. Making a bad reffing call makes one entire team (and their parents) pissed at you, taking back your bad reffing call makes BOTH teams (and their parents) mad at you. So I made my horrible politically incorrect call and stuck with it. I am a bad ass. And here's the best part, I didn't break down in tears as per my usual copping mechanism! I am MADE of WIN

Saturday, April 5, 2008


I work as a Concierge (glorified word for someone who answers question and the phone) at a bookstore. Usually the questions are all quite uniform, "where is the bathroom?", "When do you close?" Today a kid that looked about ten asked me this;

Kid: "Where are the trigoeconomics books?" At least, that's the word I heard.

Me: blank stare, what kind of gibberish are kids speaking these days?

Kid: "In the math section?"

Me: ooooh, it's a math thing, "The math books are in the back." What the hell is trigoeconmics? And why is a 10 year old asking about it?

Music Thoughts

Music made by Miley Cyrus should not be the kind of music that you set on repeat on your itunes for an hour. But apparently it is, because I've been listing to See You Again, on repeat, for an hour.

"She's just being Miley"

Friday, April 4, 2008

Dedicated to You

Sonnet, by Bernadette Mayer

You jerk you didn't call me up
I haven't seen you in so long
You probably have a fucking tan
& besides that instead of making love tonight
You're drinking your parents to the airport
I'm through with you bourgeois boys
All you ever do is go back to ancestral comforts
Only money can get-even Catullus was rich but

Nowadays you guys settle for a couch
By a soporific color cable t.v. set
Instead of any arc of love, no wonder
the G.I. Joe team blown it every other time

Wake up! It's the middle of the night
You can either make love or die at the hands of
the Cobra Commander

Wednesday, April 2, 2008

College Spending

We just spent 170 dollars at the grocery store. One Hundred and Seventy DOLLARS. That's worth 255 Euros, what is the world coming to? Famous words while running around the store looking like half starved glutenous 20 something males:

"If you get to fuck the cookie dough I get to fuck the frosting."

Yes we love our food here at the apartment, apparently a little too much.

Call me a dork

But I don't care, I just finished watching season 3 of Battlestar Galactica and oh my frackin gods I need Season 4. Is Starbuck a cylon, will SHE AND LEE FINALLY GET TOGETHER...the questions. And season 4 is the last season. Alright, rant over. Please return to your normally non-dork filled lives.

Tuesday, April 1, 2008

School Thoughts

My poetry class is in the mechanical engineering building...I feel like such a poser.

"The problem with poetry is..." First words out of my beginning verse writing professor's mouth. Awesome! We're on the same page, this is going to be a great quarter.

First Day of Class

Why am I not more excited? And yes, skipping the first day is a bad idea.