Leeeeaaaving on a jetplane...

So I'm off for the summer in a few days and I'm having mixed feelings about the whole thing. I guess that's what happens to me every time I leave somewhere, even if it's just temporary. When I go home, I don't want to leave. When I'm here...well...more often than not I don't really care about leaving because I know I'll be back because this is where I live now. Normally I'm just excited about seeing my family. This time though, it's a little different I guess.

You could call it bad timing. You could call it bad judgement. You could call it pretty much anything you want really but...I'm not so psyched about going away this time. I mean, I'm still excited. And I'm sure this summer is going to be great and the job is gonna be a really good experience but, part of me still wants to stay here. Weird.

Oh well, whatever. This is my life I suppose. It's strange. I'm so used to moving. Me and my friends are so used to saying goodbye because we do it all the time. I've gotten used to being away from my family and only seeing them once or twice a year for a short time. Every person I've dated knows that I'll leave for months at a time to go home and while I'll miss them and I'll be sad to say goodbye, I'll still be happy that I'm going. It's strange because no matter how "used to it" I am...I still get a bit mopey before I leave any place, be it here or home. I still wish that I was one of those people whose family lived down the street and who still lives in the same city as her closest friends. I realize that I'm really lucky in a sense as well. I've been places that most people only dream about. I'm so used to 20 hour plane rides that flying cross country isn't much different than taking a drive down the street to me. I have more stamps in my passport than most of my friends here combined. I'm "worldly" (or at least that's what the woman who interviewed me said.) But still. Eh...I dunno. I guess the grass is always greener or whatever.

I'm babbling...and that didn't really make any sense...maybe 40%. Blargh...okay...I should sleep. More things to take care of tomorrow. Wheee...I'm so busy and important.

What means life?

It has come to my attention in recent weeks that my social life (if you could call it that) has gone from small to non-existent. I realized this this past Friday when my roommate came home from a night of drinking with his friends and found me sitting on my bed, surrounded by papers and books, trying to finish off some of the work I have due over the two weeks. B just looked at me and said "You're working on a Friday night?!" followed by a small *you're so pitiful* headshake. Now, this NEVER happens. Normally I'M the one coming home and doing the headshake! I'm the one who makes the comments about not having a life because work/WoW. The world has ceased to make sense to me.

On the brightside, I've finished most of my work. One of my project due dates got pushed back a week so that takes a load off my mind. And I've finished 3 of the 5 other major final projects I have due. I've also finished all of my presentations. So...this means I only have 3 things left and then I'm done with this semester! Yessss!! I mean...I do have to actually present my presentations but whatever...that's easy.

Friends are visiting in a few days. I'm more than excited. If I was any more fucking excited I would explode. And then there would be a mess at work and someone would have to clean it up. Speaking of messes, work was a mess today too. I almost punched an undergrad. It was great. Or not. She deserved it though, I swear.

Okay...I'm babbling. I've drank too much coffee today. Makes me write like I have ADHD...which I might have but whatever. Okay...gotta look productive now...

Blah...

So tired...
*Yawn*...I am exhausted. Why am I awake blogging instead of sleeping? Good question. I've been having a lot of trouble sleeping the last couple of days, more than my regular insomnia. I'm not really sure why. I slept at almost 5 am yesterday and somehow woke up at 830. I dunno what's going on with me. I've been feeling sad and just blah since Monday. And while my conscious self doesn't seem to give a rats ass about the work I need to do, I think my subconscious cares because every time I fall asleep I dream about failing grades or panic attacks the night before some major project is due.

I dunno...I'm just blah. It probably has something to do with the weather too. It's been so crappy lately I don't even remember what the sun looks like. I heard this weekend is gonna be really nice though. Too bad I'll be sitting indoors taking a test for most of it. Ah well, such is the life of a wannabe teacher.

I've also been reading a lot about the VA Tech shootings which probably isn't helping my mood either. I just can't seem to grasp how someone could be so filled with hate and so completely delusional that they could commit such an atrocity. This just displays the darker part of human nature that I prefer to pretend doesn't exist. I mean, sure, me and my friends tease each other about being terrible or horrible or going straight to hell all the time but we would never HURT anyone. I mean, what kind of person can take a loaded gun and shoot a bunch of innocent individuals and think that somehow, they're a martyr or that they have no choice but to do this. It doesn't make any sense to me.

Though, while this event showcased the worst part of human nature, it also brought out some of the best. I keep thinking about that 76 year old professor, the Holocaust survivor, who barricaded the doorway when the gunman was approaching so that his students could get away. That in itself is not only an act of exceeding courage but one of complete selflessness as well. I think of professor Liviu Librescu and he restores my faith in humanity.

I'm totally babbling right now. I guess that's relatively normal for me though. I just feel...blah. I can't wait until May 5th. Only a few more weeks! Yessss!

Late night ponderings...

It's about 2:20 am right now and instead of sleeping...I'm doing my usual over thinking schtuff. This is probably why my friends think I'm mildly neurotic...the inner monologue just never shuts up!!

What am I thinking about? The past, the present, the future...how they're different, how they're the same. Mostly though, I'm thinking about the past. About the people I knew who aren't around anymore, or the ones who are far away, the people who changed me whether they meant to or not. Yes, I'm being pathetic. You can punch me now Pete.

Who do you want to be?

I feel like we spend a good portion of our lives wondering what we're going to be when we grow up. It ranges from the general ("I'm going to get married" or "People suck, I'm gonna be a hermit") to the specific ("I want to be a rockstar" or "I dislike working, thus I will live in my parents' basement for the rest of my life") and encompasses everything from career choice ("Hey guise! I think I want to be a professional wrestler") to location ("I like Boston...it has Irish people and lots of beer") to marital status ("Mormons have the right idea...polygamy is the way to go"). You spend a lot of time pondering all these different elements of what you want to be when you grow up and all of a sudden, seemigly out of nowhere, you wake up one morning and oh shit...you're grown up.

I have that "Oh shit" moment several times a year at least. After I graduated from college they began occuring more frequently making me wonder if perhaps, I've become overly neurotic in my old age. I've always been the analytical type but in the past, my analytical powers were focused more on relationships and understanding other people. Now they are firmly set on the future and what the hell I'm going to be doing with my life five years from now.

I've never been the type to worry about money. I guess that stems from the fact that I've never HAD to worry. Growing up, we weren't rich but we were definitely better off than a lot of people. We lived within our means and never wanted for anything. Now that I'm relatively on my own (not completely because school is expensive!) and my dad is getting older, I worry more about it. I don't like asking my parents for help because I know my dad is getting close to retirement and my parents are trying to re-earn the money they spent on my brother's and my higher education costs. As a result, I'll work any job just to make ends meet. Gone are the days where I thought about what job would make me happy and help me feel like my life meant something. Now it's, go to work even if you hate it and maybe tomorrow you'll find the job of your dreams. I can't decide if I'm being practical or overly materialistic.

Okay...this post didn't make any sense. Whatever...I'm at work. I think it kills braincells...

Horrible people?

We members of the Dysfunctional Family call one another "horrible" on a daily basis. In fact, we have been called horrible by people outside of our little family who have witnessed how we relate to one another and the world at large. However, I think this description is grossly inaccurate. We're not horrible. I mean, it's not like we talk about how someone can't get a job at Denny's because her fat ass will knock things off a table 5 feet away (Kat) or ponder ways to kill babies (Maya). It's not like we call people disease ridden whores when we play them in Mario Kart (Ben) or talk about hitting bums with our cars (Julie). We would never name our friends' large breasts Chublets (me) nor would we accuse anyone of molesting a chinchilla (Kim). We're not driven by spite (Jose) and we don't come up with names like "Katouchmes" or "Kachoogas" for the twins of another large breasted friend (Kyle). We don't give each other nicknames like BJ or chlamydia ridden whore. We don't spend our time laughing at the dumbasses on "Are You Smarter Than a 5th Grader" or making catty comments about the contestants on America's Next Top Model. We would never say "I wonder what it's like to be stupid" or joke about breaking up with someone over text message. We do not call people "tranny girlfriend" or "fat cow". We are clearly not horrible!

...Okay, I lied. We are horrible. At least we don't drown puppies.

Every time you think of ridding society of us...think of this kitten. We're just as cute. Promise.

*EDIT* Okay, I JUST realized that the picture I had up of the really cute kitty is no longer a photo of a kitty. Whoops...Thanks Froggy for pointing it out.

Weekend Update (I know how excited you are)

Despite the bad weather, this weekend was both fun and tiring (it's funny how those two adjectives go hand in hand). I learned two important things about myself: 1) I am not a very patient person and 2) If you're playing beirut, you want me as your partner. I'm pretty exhausted right now but here's a quick run down.

Friday was spent mostly avoiding the snow (work was canceled so I lucked out) and cleaning the apartment. I have to say, it looks much nicer now than it did 2 days ago and feels much more cozy/homish than it did before. My room still looks like a clothing store exploded in it but whatever. Some things can't be helped. =P

On Saturday I woke up super early (8 am...hey, that's super early for me!) and headed over to Jenneen's for her St. Patty's day brunch. I forgot how difficult it is to walk in the snow (going to SF for a weekend has apparently spoiled me) so by the time I got to the T stop I was not only soaking wet but pretty pissed off as well. Luckily, the day got exponentially better from then on. Jenneen's party was awesome. Good food, lots of beer, old friends. I think I played something like 7 beirut games between 11 am and 7 pm and drank a lot of green beer. It was nice to see some of the old Tufts faces as well as meet some new people. I'm not normally very social but, I dunno, yesterday was different. I was downright outgoing. Didn't know I had it in me. Haha. I came home relatively early (probably about 10 pm) and passed out. I was gonna go out later that night and drink more at Tufts but I was pretty beat (and all the cab numbers I called were busy).

Sunday, I slept in. Did a bunch of chores, bought some stuff for the apartment, cooked dinner...y'know the usual. Then I headed to the Thirsty Scholar for trivia...which didn't end up happening tonight but we sat around and talked anyway. Strangely, even though I downed two cups of coffee there, I'm still really tired. I think my body is telling me I'm too old for partying.

Anyway, this weekend was good. It sucks that Spring Break is over (though, I guess I didn't really have much of one since I was working all week) but...eh, what can you do right? You could sleep I guess...which is probably what I'm gonna do right now.

This is how I recover from too much drinking

After a Saturday spent playing beirut and drinking excessively, I like to spend my Sunday's taking stupid quizzes and contemplating the meaning of life. Or just staying in bed being a goober. Anyway, I stole this quiz off of Froggy's site. I don't think it really revealed to me anything I don't know already but...whatever. I enjoy wasting time.

Your Dominant Intelligence is Linguistic Intelligence

You are excellent with words and language. You explain yourself well. An elegant speaker, you can converse well with anyone on the fly. You are also good at remembering information and convicing someone of your point of view. A master of creative phrasing and unique words, you enjoy expanding your vocabulary. You would make a fantastic poet, journalist, writer, teacher, lawyer, politician, or translator.

What Kind of Intelligence Do You Have?

I found you Ms. New Booty

I'm at work and that stupid booty song is stuck in my head. It probably doesn't help that I'm sorta delirious right now from lack of sleep. I'm never taking the red eye again. They sent my damn bag to fucking Idaho. It got to Detroit okay but then they sent it back in the other direction. Stupid? I think so. AND the someone replaced the medianet program on my work comp with a word file, specifically a paper. I was like, this is great but how am I supposed to make reservations with your paper. I'm sometimes surprised at how stupid people can be...Blaaarrrgghhh...Okay...moving on.

This weekend was a lot of fun. I really needed a break and a change of scenery. The beautiful weather we had didn't hurt either. Some highlights from the weekend (in embarrassing quote form because that's how I roll):

BJ: How come we're not going in the back way? I like the back way!
(silence)

BJ: Oooh Chalupa's fur is all soft and cuddly.
Froggy: You know if Chalupa had a rape whistle he would be blowing it right now.

Froggy: Oooh, she said the "m" word...marriage. Which is almost as bad as the "a" word.
BJ: What's the "a" word?
Froggy: A baby.

Jules: I'm having issues with Kat's large breasts.

Me: The evolution of Kat *blomp*. (Complete with hand gestures.)

Froggy: Julie, we hid a baby somewhere in your apartment. Better find it before it dies and starts to smell.

Jules: Look (pointing to a picture on her wall) I adopted her!
Us: Umm...is she in the closet?

Ah...good times. Okay...time to close...Hooray for wasting time at work!

Kat likes "the back way"

I'm in San Fran right now in Julie's apartment chilling by myself while she does something called "work". Now someone tell me, what means "work"? It sounds very unpleasant to me. =P

Anyway, my trip has been really great so far. I'm probably much poorer now than I had expected originally but that's okay. I don't go on vacation that often so might as well make the most of it. I was planning on going more in depth about my trip but...I'm having trouble forming coherent sentences (vacation does that to me) so I think I'm gonna go play with Chalupa instead. He's been much less skittish since Kat left. Was probably afraid of that chlamydia ridden whore touching him inappropriately in the middle of the night. Yup, I went there Kat! Or should I say BJ? Didn't we tell you that your powers of persuasion wouldn't work on a chinchilla? Silly woman.

And in honor of our lovely reunion, I give you Ms. New Booty...otherwise known as Kat

Oops...I think I broke it...

I've always been considered an emotional person. It doesn't take much of anything to get me to feel something whether it be anger, sadness, or happiness. While I'm definitely not emotional to the point of instability or craziness, I am definitely more the feeling type than the thinking type (though, over analysis is also one of my many talents.) Some people would call me passionate (which I suppose is a more positive way to say "moody" but...whatever). But lately, I dunno...it's been different.

Over the last couple of weeks I've felt like that thing inside of me that is in charge of feeling stuff has been broken. It's not that I feel nothing, it's just that I feel things to a much lesser degree than I'm accustomed to. I guess you could say that when it comes to anything in my life right now, honestly, I could care less. School, work, social life...it all kind of blurs together for me. In some ways I feel like I'm walking through some sort of haze. Everything is blurry, everything I feel is dulled.

This in itself may be a good thing. I mean, I'm 24, maybe it's time I calmed down. Maybe it's time I stopped caring about every little thing and every single person I come into contact with on a daily basis. Maybe.

I think I may just need a change of scenery. Thank God I'm flying to San Francisco in a few days. I need to get out of this city. I think I need to put my life on hold for a little while so I can come back to it and be excited about it again. Or if not excited, at least feel something more than "Huh, yeah, I don't really care."

My brain hates me

That is all.

Tarot...do you believe it or not?

So, for the first time in years, literally, I picked up my tarot deck. I haven't done a reading since probably sophomore year of college? Actually, further back than that...maybe senior year of high school? It's been a long time. Needless to say, I did 3 readings and all were pretty accurate. One I did on myself (yeah yeah, I know, you aren't supposed to read on yourself but I mainly do that for practice so I can remember the meanings of the cards) and that turned out to be scarily accurate. I've never actually been able to do an accurate reading on myself before. I think because I know what I'm thinking or what I'm going through better than anyone else the cards never seem to fit unless I stretch their meaning. Tonight wasn't the case though, it was dead on every time. Creepy. Then I read for a friend of mine who I haven't spoken to in months. He accused me of spying on him because even though we hadn't talked, I was still really accurate. Then I did one on one of my close friends and that one turned out pretty accurate to but he says that's because I know him and what's going on in his life.

So my question is, what do you think of tarot? Is it really a way to see the future?

For me, tarot isn't about reading the future. The cards that deal with the future I actually tend not to focus on. Because honestly, that's a shot in the dark. I think I do that because honestly, I don't believe that we have a set fate. So trying to read what the future is is a useless endeavor. What our future will be today could be different tomorrow after we've made some decision that we think may be completely unimportant. What I like about tarot is it helps people understand their motivations, their fears, and how their environment is affecting them. Sometimes it brings to light things that people weren't really thinking about but end up making sense in the grand scheme of things. I prefer to do readings around a certain subject. I'm not one of those people who will be like "okay, let's read about your life!" Because in life there are just so many options and so many ways you can skew things and make them fit how you want them to. I prefer asking them to think of a specific situation they want to know more about. Be it getting into school, a relationship, a job...something like that. With that starting point it's easier to stop yourself from going off on some random tangent because you think it sounds cool. Speaking of tangents...there I go again.

What I find most interesting about tarot actually has nothing to do with the querent...or the person you're reading for. It actually says a lot about the person reading. You could give two people who read tarot the exact same set of cards and both will come up with totally different readings. That's the way the cards are set up. There are several options as far as meaning so it's up to the reader to pick the one they think makes the most sense or is the most likely. I would say I'm a relatively optimistic reader. For example, the fool card can mean either an individual who is unconventional but believes in him or herself so completely that they persevere regardless of the fact that they are "strange". It means faith in oneself. On the other side, the fool card can signify calamity. The fool is walking close to the edge of a cliff. He is heading for tragedy and is too naive, unobservant, or stupid to realize it. I almost ALWAYS pick the first of the two. In some scenarios it's clear that it's the second option but when there's a chance it could go both ways, I always pick the positive.

Basically, I look at tarot as not some mystical way of seeing into the future. For me, it's about reading people. And I think the more you understand people the better a reader you are. And, it's really fun too. I mean, I love doing it. It's interesting, it's something that not everyone can do, and it's a way to kill time.

So...thoughts? Opinions? Am I totally crazy?

Blog now or blog at work? That is the question...

I thought about waiting until work on Tuesday to blog about the past weekend but...seeing as I'm about as bored right now as I get at work, I figure it's better to write about it when things are still fresh in my mind.

Friday was relatively chill...basically stayed at home, did laundry, and watched a movie with the roommate. It was cold outside and he was still kinda sick so staying in was probably the best idea. Not to mention, Saturday turned out to be much more tiring than I had predicted so it was nice to have a little down time before hand.

Saturday began relatively early (for me) and after snoozing my alarm one too many times (my alarm is so obnoxious it kills me) I got out of bed and headed for my first voice lesson. It was really fun and very...how shall we say...educational? One thing that was sorta confusing though was basically, this voice teacher taught me pretty much the opposite of what my old voice teacher taught me and I'm finding it hard to switch between the two styles. Ah well...I'll live. It was really great getting back into the whole singing thing though it made me realize even more than I already have that I really really need to quit smoking. I have zero breath support which is bad. Maybe after I get back from San Fran. Going over there to visit Julie and Kim whilst trying to quit sounds like a recipe for misery to me.

After the voice lesson I went to Barnes and Noble in the Pru and browsed a couple of books before meeting up with Zen and heading to the ice skating rink. I've never ice skated in Boston before (and have actually not ice skated AT ALL in over 7 years) so it was interesting. I was a teensy bit scared I was going to slip and land flat on my ass but that didn't happen so hooray! Looks like ice skating is really something you don't forget. Though, I'm sure when I was a wee 5 year old studying figure skating I was much more graceful than I am now.

Afterwards we headed over to Harvard and had dinner at Uno's. I was sooooo hungry it wasn't even funny. I actually almost finished one of those ginormous portions they have at Uno's. Yeah yeah...that might not sound like a feat to most people but I am very small. And my stomach is even smaller. Unless it's cookies. I have the stomach of a 300 lbs woman when it comes to cookies.

Anyway...the day was fun and the company was great so Saturday was a good day. Except when I came home I was so tired that I almost passed out at 11. THAT is a miracle. I didn't (I actually ended up staying up till around 3) but the point is that I COULD have slept at 11 had I chosen to.

Sunday was fun and consisted of going to Harvard for dinner and losing spectacularly at trivia. Team Last Place is the coolest. I think by the final question, when we had lost 10 points for answering the questions wrong, we had fewer points than the people who left 3/4ths of the way through the game. Haha...we rule. Seriously... anyone who knows anything about sports or random television facts should definitely join us for trivia on Sundays because we SUCK at that stuff. Give us toys and current events any day over that crap. =P

It was a good weekend though and I'm definitely not looking forward to Monday. I'm pretty sure I have a major assignment due that I'm totally forgetting about. Oh well...guess I'll find out!

Who should decide what our kids read?

This is something I actually meant to post a few nights ago but I ended up getting distracted by a couple of things (most people realize I have the attention span of a fruit fly) so I'm going to post it now while procrastinating at work.

We were talking about the scandal surrounding the most recent Newbury medal winner "The Higher Power of Lucky" (something about the word "scrotum" being used in it...if you haven't read the article go here) in one of my classes on Wednesday and we got into this discussion about banned books and who gets to choose what our children read. While under the first amendment, it's illegal to ban any book, many schools/teachers/parents find ways to take books off of library shelves. Schools can argue that the book doesn't fit within their curriculum thus they have no need for it. Teachers are able to decide what books they keep in their classrooms and which ones they leave out. Parents can opt their children out of reading certain assigned books if they find the material offensive. In some cases, people have been known to either check out "offensive" books from the library and never return them or simply steal them to prevent others from having access to them. And that's not even the most extreme of cases. A few years ago, in the Massachusetts area, a case was filed by a parent over the reading of a children's book some deem "controversial" called "King and King" (basically there's a prince who can't seem to fall in love with any princesses and ends up falling in love with a prince instead). This parent basically sued the teacher and school district for violating his rights or something. It was pretty ridiculous but those are the levels many people will go to to get books taken out of classrooms or off the shelves.

Other books that have been "banned" or deemed "controversial" in the past include: "The Giver", "Bridge to Teribithia", and "Halloween ABC". I personally loved "Bridge to Teribithia" and I don't understand AT ALL what's so controversial about it...I mean, it's sad but a lot of books are sad. (To see a list of some of the banned books go here.)

But anyway, my question is, who should get the final say as to what our children read? Not for leisure but in schools. Should it be the parents? The teacher? The principal? Whose job is it to decide?

If I take a nap do you think anyone'll notice??

I'm at work...exhausted and bored. My supervisor went home so I'm screwing around on the computer. I can't believe I have a class after this. Seriously...someone just kill me now. I didn't get much sleep last night...kept having these really strange/nightmarish dreams about some demon girl or something. Nightmares definitely do not make for a restful night. Anyway...I'm gonna stop my bitching.

I was reading this article on CNN about this disturbing trend of teenagers killing or attacking homeless people. They call it killing for sport or something. Apparently, the number of teens participating in this activity was at its highest last year. It completely boggles my mind. I mean, I remember being a teenager, it wasn't that long ago, and I do remember being angsty and moody and bitchy more often than not but I never wanted to KILL someone. I mean, I may have said on occassion "I'm going to kill him/her!" but it was never a serious statement. It makes me fear for the future of our society...seriously. Sure, adolescent brains are less developed than adult brains (specifically in the area that's responsible for understanding consequences) but...I thought that normally lead to having sex too young or drinking alcohol and trying pot. I mean, those things are NORMAL. Killing people? Not so normal. Anyway, you should read the article. I myself found it quite disturbing...but maybe that's just because I'm naive and still like to believe in the good in people. I wonder if I'm a total idiot.

Why am I such an insomniac?

It's 4:16 am. I'm not entirely sure what I'm doing up seeing as I have work and class tomorrow and I need to be rested for it but...I'm never tired when I should be I guess.

I'm thinking about writing a fantasy book. Yeah yeah, I know, if you know me you know I talk about writing things all the time and don't end up doing it. I mean I still have drafts lying around of the children's story I tried to write (both of them) as well as a couple of short stories that are done but by no means final copies. But...this is kind of different. It's not different in the sense that I know I'll actually have the motivation to finish it (I'm hoping that'll happen but...knowing me...I'll probably forget all about this in a week) but it's a story that I have pretty much all figured out (as opposed to having an idea but not knowing how to write it out at all.) And there's a reason I have it all figured out but...that reason probably isn't something I want people I don't know knowing about so I'm just gonna keep it to myself for the time being, but if you're one of my friends, feel free to ask and maybe, if I like you, I'll tell you ;).

I guess mostly, something my mom said is resonating with me as far as my writing goes. While I think she grossly overestimates my talent, she did say that if I didn't write this down and one day forgot about it, I would regret it. And she's probably right. But it's just the discipline that goes into writing an actual book...I don't know if I have that. I mean, I write poetry all the time but that's because it's shorter and easier to finish in one sitting. I find that if I don't finish in one sitting or in a designated amount of time, I totally lose interest and end up thinking about something else. I know when I was a teenager I had two stories I was working on that I never finished. And these were long manuscripts. Both were over 100 pages when I gave up on them. Though "gave up" is the wrong word. When I forgot about them. And since then, the hard drive they were saved on has been destroyed so I guess they'll never be finished (and I honestly can't really remember what they were about.)

Anyway...I'm not sure what I'm talking about really. It's late...I should sleep...I feel bad for you if you actually read through that entire senseless rant. You should probably expect that a lot if you read my blogs. I have a hard time focusing my thoughts when I'm blogging so I tend to just write whatever I'm thinking. It's a problem because I'm not witty or funny like my friends are when they blog but hey, at least I'm honest right? That's gotta count for something.

These shoes are 300 Fucking Dollars...let's get 'em

This is one of the most fucked up videos ever. My friend introduced me to this craziness so I thought I'd share it with all of you. No, we're not crazy. We're just "eccentric".

And I'm back...

So after months of not posting anything up here, I've returned. Mostly because I have a few friends who have blogs on blogspot (if you wanna see a really funny blog about the economic impact of finding a boyfriend you should definitely go here) so I figure..might as well use this site.

This weekend has been relatively uneventful unless you count slipping on the ice and smashing my face into the corner of my sliding door "eventful". Lately it feels like the weekdays and the weekends sorta blend together.

Anyway...if you're bored, like me, you should check this game out. It's so ridiculous...and completely mind numbing but whatever.

Oh yeah, and Kong Hee Fatt Choy (or Happy Chinese New Year if you have no idea what I'm talking about.) It's the year of the pig. According to Ben's suspicious aunt, if you were born during the year of the pig you shouldn't trust your friends...or something. It was something like that.