"i wake up the next morning and i don't know who she is..."
btw, that quote was from one of my psych professors this semester, who happens to be beyond ancient, but he was referring to the era of "free love" and "self exploration" and how that quote sums up that time frame (it all somehow related to group psychotherapy, trust me)...maybe he was crazy like that back in the day, and it's quite possible that he was referring to himself (we questioned him, but she just smiled and moved on to the next topic) but i prefer not to think about it. anyhoos, he's a funny and somewhat cute (as in old man cute) so that amused me. figured i'd share.
so summer's basically over. kinda sad, kinda happy/relieved. feels good to be going back to school (even though I took a class over the summer, but whatever) and moving along with finishing my masters. by may, I'll have it. yes. i'm a little upset--okay pretty upset--about losing my tan, since I didn't spend several days of the week at the beach maintaining it like previous summers, but i'm determined to get some of it back the rest of this week. that is, in between getting my car fixed (again) and doing some much needed things on my to-do list for the week. hooray for 3 classes in a row!
seriously, my car is going to shit. after the towing/impounding incident there was the engine/not starting scare, which actually was just my battery and not my starter, so it wasn't as much money as i expected. niceness. so i got that fixed and then i found out that my trunk door wasn't closing right. however, i developed a super sexy secret trick to get it shut, which is a pain in my small ass, but i'm gonna keep the band-aid on for just a bit longer. that is, until i absolutely can't shut my trunk and i'm forced to pay money to get it fixed. i'm ghetto like that, and you love it. then i got a flat tire over the weekend and somehow managed to drive around with it for a while, cuz initially i thought it was the steering wheel that was the problem cuz my car had trouble turning and was hard to steer. then, i heard some crazy ass stuff, and mike (who was in the car when it happenned) said he heard it too, but figured it was probably just the road. when i finally parked the car, i noticed it and mike ended up changing the flat for me. he got all dirty for me, so sweet. now i gotta go get a tire sometime this week. booooo.
just finished watching monster-in-law. it was pretty funny for what it was. nothing insanely funny, but entertaining enough for the evening. the last new movies we saw were The Constant Gardener, which was pretty damn good if you ask me. it did, however, leave me feeling really sad and helpless, in a sense that I/people weren't doing enough to help others less fortunate in the world. a kind of "i'm lucky, why do i whine about petty things, i should be more charitable and selfless" feeling. but that lasted for about 5 minutes cuz right after we got out and went to the bathroom, we crashed Wedding Crashers. we were about 15 minutes late, but the movie was hilarious. hilarious. i have to get it when it's out on dvd. that and elf. it's right there with the movies you just have to have that you know you're not going to watch alot, but only on those days where it's definitely needed and you're glad you bought it. you know what i mean.
after seeing those movies we went to applebees and got there just in time for a met game and karaoke night (lucky us!) neither of us sang (we left that up to the kids and the drunken older people who go there every wednesday night) but we did bump into a girl that mike knew from his high school days cuz she and some guys were promoting miller lite at the bar that nite. she got us some free beers and boneless wings and we talked for a bit. she was really sweet and somehow we egged her on to sing a song. now there are some people in this world that don't mind singing karaoke completely sober and she was one of them. she couldn't drink cuz she was working, yet she willingly went up, requested a song and seriously belted it out even though she's not a great singer and she was okay with making a fool of herself. now that's guts. if i sing karaoke i have to be at least buzzed or have majority of the crowd really drunk. but this was applebees so half of the patrons were dining with their kids and the other half were drinking/eating at the bar. i dunno, maybe if it was a bar or lounge i'd be up there belting out some abba. "you are the dancing queen, young and sweet, only seventeen..." those better be the right lyrics.
random: is it just me or are kids/teenagers these days looking quite old for thier age? i've seen some of the lifeguards this summer and majority of them are 16-17 and i mistook them for like 20-21. what the hell is in the freakin water? maybe the ocean water has some sort of aging chemical in it. and then i watched that show on mtv about the sweet 16 year olds who have their parties taped for tv. wtf, man? i have a huge problem with this show because 1) all these girls are filthy rich spoiled brats who don't know what respect and gratitute mean even if someone told them 2) they act like royalty in front of the camera and show exactly how much they are treated like royalty by their parents and everyone else around them on syndicated tv 3) they have these insane sweet 16s--and some of them have sweet 15s on the show!--held in clubs, huge halls, etc. with crazy shit going on which cost their parents half a mil 4) they're only 16 and look/act like they're 23 and lastly 5) this show makes me wish for money so i could shop in paris, vegas, bev hills, miami, etc. to buy a belated sweet 16 dress for myself. and yes, they travel by airplane, jet, and limo to get to those places. so unfair. if i knew these girls in real life and went to school with them, i'd hate them. they should be beaten with bats. or maybe tennis raquets or those polo sticks cuz that's more refined, they'd understand what the deal was.
that feels better. venting is so therapeutic. almost as good as retail therapy, but due to lack of funds and a serious realization of this dilemna, i've managed to keep my cool when entering an area of unbought clothing.
i'm tired of typing and i feel the need to finish this here iced tea laced with lime vodka chillin next to me. sometimes the internet can be so involved. will return later/soon. ta-tas. yes, tatas. they're pretty, aren't they?
so summer's basically over. kinda sad, kinda happy/relieved. feels good to be going back to school (even though I took a class over the summer, but whatever) and moving along with finishing my masters. by may, I'll have it. yes. i'm a little upset--okay pretty upset--about losing my tan, since I didn't spend several days of the week at the beach maintaining it like previous summers, but i'm determined to get some of it back the rest of this week. that is, in between getting my car fixed (again) and doing some much needed things on my to-do list for the week. hooray for 3 classes in a row!
seriously, my car is going to shit. after the towing/impounding incident there was the engine/not starting scare, which actually was just my battery and not my starter, so it wasn't as much money as i expected. niceness. so i got that fixed and then i found out that my trunk door wasn't closing right. however, i developed a super sexy secret trick to get it shut, which is a pain in my small ass, but i'm gonna keep the band-aid on for just a bit longer. that is, until i absolutely can't shut my trunk and i'm forced to pay money to get it fixed. i'm ghetto like that, and you love it. then i got a flat tire over the weekend and somehow managed to drive around with it for a while, cuz initially i thought it was the steering wheel that was the problem cuz my car had trouble turning and was hard to steer. then, i heard some crazy ass stuff, and mike (who was in the car when it happenned) said he heard it too, but figured it was probably just the road. when i finally parked the car, i noticed it and mike ended up changing the flat for me. he got all dirty for me, so sweet. now i gotta go get a tire sometime this week. booooo.
just finished watching monster-in-law. it was pretty funny for what it was. nothing insanely funny, but entertaining enough for the evening. the last new movies we saw were The Constant Gardener, which was pretty damn good if you ask me. it did, however, leave me feeling really sad and helpless, in a sense that I/people weren't doing enough to help others less fortunate in the world. a kind of "i'm lucky, why do i whine about petty things, i should be more charitable and selfless" feeling. but that lasted for about 5 minutes cuz right after we got out and went to the bathroom, we crashed Wedding Crashers. we were about 15 minutes late, but the movie was hilarious. hilarious. i have to get it when it's out on dvd. that and elf. it's right there with the movies you just have to have that you know you're not going to watch alot, but only on those days where it's definitely needed and you're glad you bought it. you know what i mean.
after seeing those movies we went to applebees and got there just in time for a met game and karaoke night (lucky us!) neither of us sang (we left that up to the kids and the drunken older people who go there every wednesday night) but we did bump into a girl that mike knew from his high school days cuz she and some guys were promoting miller lite at the bar that nite. she got us some free beers and boneless wings and we talked for a bit. she was really sweet and somehow we egged her on to sing a song. now there are some people in this world that don't mind singing karaoke completely sober and she was one of them. she couldn't drink cuz she was working, yet she willingly went up, requested a song and seriously belted it out even though she's not a great singer and she was okay with making a fool of herself. now that's guts. if i sing karaoke i have to be at least buzzed or have majority of the crowd really drunk. but this was applebees so half of the patrons were dining with their kids and the other half were drinking/eating at the bar. i dunno, maybe if it was a bar or lounge i'd be up there belting out some abba. "you are the dancing queen, young and sweet, only seventeen..." those better be the right lyrics.
random: is it just me or are kids/teenagers these days looking quite old for thier age? i've seen some of the lifeguards this summer and majority of them are 16-17 and i mistook them for like 20-21. what the hell is in the freakin water? maybe the ocean water has some sort of aging chemical in it. and then i watched that show on mtv about the sweet 16 year olds who have their parties taped for tv. wtf, man? i have a huge problem with this show because 1) all these girls are filthy rich spoiled brats who don't know what respect and gratitute mean even if someone told them 2) they act like royalty in front of the camera and show exactly how much they are treated like royalty by their parents and everyone else around them on syndicated tv 3) they have these insane sweet 16s--and some of them have sweet 15s on the show!--held in clubs, huge halls, etc. with crazy shit going on which cost their parents half a mil 4) they're only 16 and look/act like they're 23 and lastly 5) this show makes me wish for money so i could shop in paris, vegas, bev hills, miami, etc. to buy a belated sweet 16 dress for myself. and yes, they travel by airplane, jet, and limo to get to those places. so unfair. if i knew these girls in real life and went to school with them, i'd hate them. they should be beaten with bats. or maybe tennis raquets or those polo sticks cuz that's more refined, they'd understand what the deal was.
that feels better. venting is so therapeutic. almost as good as retail therapy, but due to lack of funds and a serious realization of this dilemna, i've managed to keep my cool when entering an area of unbought clothing.
i'm tired of typing and i feel the need to finish this here iced tea laced with lime vodka chillin next to me. sometimes the internet can be so involved. will return later/soon. ta-tas. yes, tatas. they're pretty, aren't they?