Napoleon Complex
i resolved to join student commission. i really need to get into more activities otherwise video games and work are going to take over my life. i talked with mike in the student commission office and got hooked up with the petition that needs to be signed by fifty students in order for me to be elected as a freshmen representative. it seemed overwhelming at first since i don't even KNOW fifty students. it was a piece of CAKE though. i filled it out and handed it into the information desk. i hope that boy knew what to do with it. anyways, i requested mondays from one to two off so i could go to meetings, so if i don't on, then i'll get pissed and have to go back to working for less money than i'm worth during that hour.
speaking of money, some guy came into the bookstore and tried to get me to join something where i would make an extra thousand or so dollars a month. what i would have to do is sell identity theft protection and insurance or something for some millionaire guys. i didn't really understand what the hell he was talking about. he didn't give me much info and wouldn't answer exactly HOW i would have to sell. i told him i would read his magazine and watch the dvd but when he asked for my phone number i was like "hell nah," and so he took his dvds and magazines and left.
i captured a huge-ass spider that was behind the counter today. it was flippin' big. probably about one and a half inches. maybe more like 1.35 inches, but who cares really? it was big. i got it in a bag, stapled it in there, and was planning on keeping it but kim freaked out about it. gosh, everyone in that bookstore is scared shitless of spiders but me, tsk tsk. i just don't like squashing them. that's gross. i ended up having to kill it. after stepping on the bag i took it over to sarah who confirmed my killing the spider by opening the bag and checking to see if it was in fact dead. she smashed the bag with her pen for good measure.
Napoleon Complex: (n-pl-n kmplks) n. A group of related, often repressed ideas and impulses that compel a person to frequently quote Napoleon Dynamite.
did you love that? it's a pretty sweet definition i came up with. i thought the pronunciation key was a nice touch as well.
we got some cool books in at the bookstore: "Napoleon Dynamite: The Complete Quote Book" and "Why Do Men Have Nipples?." there were only two copies of both and i bought one of the napoleon ones and some lady bought a "why do men have nipples?." one left of both. if you're interested in them you'll probably have to special order one of you can give me some money and i'll get it for you on discount ;) since i'm a rebellious little bitch like that. anyways i got the napoleon one since i pretty much have a napoleon complex.
i need to start getting to bed by 10 instead of 1. i'm always tired as hell, so if you're talking to me online past 10 tell me to go to frickin' bed.
speaking of money, some guy came into the bookstore and tried to get me to join something where i would make an extra thousand or so dollars a month. what i would have to do is sell identity theft protection and insurance or something for some millionaire guys. i didn't really understand what the hell he was talking about. he didn't give me much info and wouldn't answer exactly HOW i would have to sell. i told him i would read his magazine and watch the dvd but when he asked for my phone number i was like "hell nah," and so he took his dvds and magazines and left.
i captured a huge-ass spider that was behind the counter today. it was flippin' big. probably about one and a half inches. maybe more like 1.35 inches, but who cares really? it was big. i got it in a bag, stapled it in there, and was planning on keeping it but kim freaked out about it. gosh, everyone in that bookstore is scared shitless of spiders but me, tsk tsk. i just don't like squashing them. that's gross. i ended up having to kill it. after stepping on the bag i took it over to sarah who confirmed my killing the spider by opening the bag and checking to see if it was in fact dead. she smashed the bag with her pen for good measure.
Napoleon Complex: (n-pl-n kmplks) n. A group of related, often repressed ideas and impulses that compel a person to frequently quote Napoleon Dynamite.
did you love that? it's a pretty sweet definition i came up with. i thought the pronunciation key was a nice touch as well.
we got some cool books in at the bookstore: "Napoleon Dynamite: The Complete Quote Book" and "Why Do Men Have Nipples?." there were only two copies of both and i bought one of the napoleon ones and some lady bought a "why do men have nipples?." one left of both. if you're interested in them you'll probably have to special order one of you can give me some money and i'll get it for you on discount ;) since i'm a rebellious little bitch like that. anyways i got the napoleon one since i pretty much have a napoleon complex.
i need to start getting to bed by 10 instead of 1. i'm always tired as hell, so if you're talking to me online past 10 tell me to go to frickin' bed.