It's cold in here

I can't decide if I should turn on the heat or not, but it's fucking cold!!! My fingers are getting all jammed up while I'm typing.

So bittersweetness is coming over me right now. Maura and Sarah are leaving the burbs!! Our circle is now broken. I guess I'll have to start trying a little harder to be friends with the city folk, god I hate people that live in the city. I hate all of you!!!

Just kidding, I'm really more jealous than hateful. I'm also thinking about how much more I'll have to get gas now that I'll be driving to the north side 4 times a week. I don't even really mind paying for it, it's the simple act of pumping it that I HATE! When I get gas, I always wait so long that the tank does that sizzle sound every time I take off the cap.

But yeah, I am glad that those girlz are getting out. They don't have such a liberal living situation as I do. I may live at home 4eva! Why pay rent when you can just mooch city life off of your foolish rent paying friends. Just remember, I have an extra bunk bed if you ever need it! Good luck skanks, I'll miss you! (Not really, now that you're gone I can make new cooler friends at COD without you around embarassing me with your looks and smells.)

I'm sitting at the store feeling inspired to write. How's everybody doin tonight? Maura's taking the train from her babysitting job and were gonna have coffee and cigarettes. As Maura would say, yum. (I will gladly explain that for anyone who's interested.)

I'm getting sooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo jealous of people with pictures on their blog! I need a digi cammy NOW! It may be sooner than I expected though because I'm dropping a class. I'm pretty annoyed becasue I have my schedule so perfectly packed so that I can be ready to transfer by fall, but the people at COD suck and don't have updated fucking information.

They told me that I needed a basic food prep class so I enrolled, paid for the class, bought the $200 book/workbook combo, bought the supplies (3 knives, measuring cups, teaspoons, knife sharpener, rubber gloves, latex assless cat suit, meat thermometer, knife carrying case [what!] and a couple other things that I'm forgetting- totalling approximately $200) and the piece de resistance- my uniform. I now own a pair of those checkered black pants, 3 chef hats, apron, crappy rubber bottomed shoes from Wal-Mart, neckerchief, brass neckerchief holder and a COD monogrammed chef's coat. Anyone want to be a sexy chef for Halloween, except it wouldn't be sexy in any way, especially with the hat.

So I missed the cut-off date for the full refund for the class, but I am demanding all the money back. They advised me upon information that wasn't current- it's their fucking fault! I also really want to demand a full refund for my book as well considering there's no way to get any money back for all the shit that I had to buy! If they don't comply, I will bomb the school- take that homeland security! I hope I don't get audited or something for posting that.

On the upside- I now don't have to wake up at 6 am twice a week, which actually I didn't even mind that much. It's wierd because I think that I won't take advantage of the extra time to get more work done, I'll just get more TV in. I've missed the TV so much.

I like what Will's doing

I think I might do the same. I find that my life is so boring that I really have to pine at my thoughts in order to find something worth posting. Then when I read back, especially my anger blogs, I'm slightly embarassed. Not embarassed of my anger, but more of my writing. I sent in my rebate to Dell today, so I should have a digital camera in a few weeks. I think I'll take a bit of a hiatus until then. I'm much better at taking pictures and writing comments after them. We'll see how long it takes me to figure that out...

I went to the dermatoligist today. Different front desk lady, same bitchiness. (The one I encountered last time was in the area that you pay the fucking $30 co-pay.)

I go in there at 3- even though they told me I should be there 15 minutes early, but fuck that, I am NOT going in 15 minutes early. The bitch asks for my "paperwork." I told her the lady must have taken it last time. She was quite sure this was not the case.
"Ummm, I don't have anything here for you and we ALWAYS give the paperwork back to the patient."
Fine whore- you caught me in a lie. You're so good at fucking paper filing detective work. It's a perfect job for a fat ugly skank wearing a 14k gold necklace with a cubic zirconian encrusted heart through it.

I don't know, but when I sense hostility before I even open my mouth or give any dirty looks- I like to make the person's job on the other side of the counter a living hell! She had me re-fill out my paperwork- did ask me if I was over 18- and there came a part about my mom's insurance stuff so, just to be a jerk, I told her that I didn't know my mom's social security number (which I don't know but could have easily found out by calling)
She says to me- "Well you'll just have to give her a call then."
My reply "She's at work, she can't be reached." BURN!!!

I also stood at the desk and filled out my paperwork really slow. Ha Ha bitch. After that reaming she'll probably kill herself tonight. Oh well, that's what you get when you mess with a liger. She couldn't have been more than 24 yrs old which pissed me off even more because she was talking down to me like I was 13.

Something smells... my dad thinks there's a dead mouse behind the stove. I feel like I have heart burn right now. Let's see what else can I complain about...

I'm supposed to be packing right now....

but I'll blog instead.

I may not have the chance to be near a computer for the rest of the weekend! So yeah, today probably goes down as the busiest day I have ever had. I would do a run down of the shit I had to do, but I just want to forget it ever happened.

I'm contemplating how to best pack my bridesmaid dress without totally wrinkling it. I think I'll just roll it up. God this is boring, sorry for anyone reading this. Rape, gangrape, incest, anal and beastiality. (I thought I would just spice up the old blog.)

I wonder if I'll always find this shit funny. I mean it's simply an extreme poopoo joke. God- this is boring, I hope no one reads this. Maura's coming over soon, maybe she'll do the fucked up dance like she used to and I can post about that.

Until then...

Any pickers in the hiz nouse?

So I'm sitting in the computer lab at school and all I want to do is pick this awesome scab on my ankle. I got it about a week and a half ago when I was shaving. I'm a bit of a hasty shaver so 1 out of 3 times I shave, I get cuts and razor burns. You know what that means- scab paradise!

I keep touching it and there are sooo many prime edges that are just begging me to be ripped off. It's all I can think about! I can't do it though, what if there's someone spacing out behind me staring at me pick my scab and then using the communal keyboards? I would be way grosser than that sniffly girl. I'll just wait until I'm over at Maura's and pick it while I lay in her bed. It's such a nice comfy bed, perfect for scab picking.

Another thing- if I do pick it, there's a good chance that it will bleed down my cankle and I don't want to give up my computer to go to the bathroom and wipe it off. There's computer vultures everywhere and they snatch the second you leave your station unattended. I don't even think it would bleed because I've picked it about 7 times already so it may just come right off causing an immediate scar...or perhaps another scab.

Why I am I not married yet?

Aleluia (sp?)

Yesss I now have the internet in my own house! Jealous. It only took over a year for it to happen, but look at me now!

(One thing- I would have gladly paid for the internet if there was even a computer in my house. Well, I go out and buy a laptop and what happens 4 days later- my dad buys a computer? Seething rage! When I brought this up to him he did tell me that I was "better off" for it. Yes in retrospect, that was a great character builder)

So all bitterness aside, I can't wait to spend all my time downloading midget kiddie porn and Al Quaieda newsletters.

I'm really excited for this weekend because I'm the maid of honor at a wedding in Maine. (If anyone wants to see a cute picture of the couple- the groom is in a band and their website is www.lokirock.com, there's a link to the pic.) I'm mostly excited just to have 4 entire days off! I think that me and Mel are gonna have "a" drink on the plane. I've only done that once and I was by myself. I just watched a movie and ate a lot of airline pretzels- not that exciting. I just hope we don't get kicked off the plane for noise levels. We have a tendency to not control them unless there's a 3rd party involved. Oh well- I won't be trying to sleep.

Does anyone else agree that the worst sound in the universe is when the flight attendants open a can of pop? I don't know the physics of it- but for some reason when they open cans in an airplane it is the loudest most annoying sound in the world, next to the voices of the flight attendants. Maybe it's just watching them go down the aisle that pisses me off. Who knows

end of blog

side note: Thanks a lot true friend Will! I didn't even know you were already 1/2 moved in (probably all moved in by the time you read this) I had to read about it in the comments of Nick's blog! That's okay I definitely know who my true friends are now.

I AM PISSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSED!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I am starting to hate blogger. This is the second time that I have tried to post and for some FUCKING reason it doesn't post! I really want to take this keyboard and throw it at the ball of cunt mucas next to me who want stop FUCKING SNIFFLING!! I hope she looks at my computer and sees that.

So I had a perfectly good blog entry written detailing some of the wedding excitement, my latest teeth whitening, also mentioned how much I hate the girl next to me. It was a delightful entry! (Honestly, I want her to die by brutal gang rape from her male family members) I almost didn't put that in... almost. Actually it was worse and I erased some of it.

Ummmm let's see.. I was mentioning- I don't feel like rewriting the shit I already fucking wrote. It lost it's moment and now all I can do is leave this as a rage entry. FUCK YOU BLOGGER! Will- you have to come over tomorrow and help me set up my internet so that I never have to use explorer again. I want to hate crime them.

Who is this girl kidding. She really thinks no one can hear her. This has been happening for a half hour with no attempt at Kleenex! Did I mention that she gulps a lump down every two minutes or so during which I have to hold back gagging? Yeah- she needs to die

I'm listening to Private Dancer by Tina Turner and feeling strangely inspired

I don't know what to write other than I've been busy as fuck! Blogs are now not the number one thing in my life- just kidding blog gods. See, you always have to tell the people upstairs that you are sorry when you insult them...

I guess it's the only thing that I try to apologize for. I don't think they really care if you go to church or practice the 10 commandments or any of that shit because they created NONE of it, well, except supposedly the 10 commandements.

Just because they had some extremist fan clubs way back when who decided to build these pray caves where gay men fuck eachother doesn't mean I have to go...sorry god and jesus. See, now I'm saved.

I'm waiting for my rebate from Dell too. I think that they would send it separately from the computer... oh fuck- I hope I didn't need to keep the box or something. Garbage day was definitely today. SHIT! I need that $200 so that I can buy a digital cammy. If I don't get one, I will start taking pix on my phone and posting them. Those suck. TTYL ROFL BFF LOL

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I'm obsessed with tea. I had the biggest rage of my week today because I was trying to pick up my lap top (or as Maura would say lab top) and I took a wrong turn forcing me miles away from my destination in Bedford Park to who the fuck knows where...95th and Western? This was oh so pleasant while riding in my non air-conditioned lobstermobile. I was also on a time crunch AND my cell phone wasn't working.

Yeah so... now reading it in writing I realize that I probably overreacted. I was in my car SCREAMING!! Not yelling words- just literally screaming. I mos def have rage issues. Sometimes I think I should try to work on them, but I feel like there would be nothing left of me if it died. So anyways, after I came down from my rage, I drank about four cups of tea and I feel like a zillion bucks! It's all about the highs and lows of life. The lord giveth and taketh away. (that didn't really fit but whatevs.)

As much as I want to use whatevs more in my blog, I feel cliched because that's like the name of my blog. I don't want it to be like my "thing." "Oh every blog I try to fit in a whatevs... it's a theme."

And another thing- I won't be an alky this semester. I just can't! I know, Iknow, I'm sad too. After approximately 5 years straight of drinking 99.999% of the time, my body could use a break. I have too much fucking work to be hung over. Especially since all my suburban drinking partners are leaving me to live in the "city." Wow, you're so cool.

I'll just start doing tons of speed.