Ups & Downs, Baby, Ups & Downs
It's days like these that I have faith in the little sexy Buddha god up in heaven, who's knocking back a few beers with Jesus and Mohammed while watching me do the squirm dance here on planet fucking Earth.
My Monday was typical shitty, 8 AM class with the great Golphin, coffee, lunching at the SAU, scouring the library for inspiration for my QTVR project (w00t). I worked, wrote an e-mail to my Grandma, and worked a little more. Had class, this quarter I have two Adam classes, back to fucking back, it's like whoa. But it's okay, I like him, he keeps it real. I spoke with him after class, he ripped my design to gangly little shreds (righfully so), down, but came back around and made me positive about my project idea, up.
So, with mixed feelings I paraded down the quarter mile to the post office to pick up the monies my mom sent me, YAY. I have been living off nearly 0 dollars for the past week, partially because I dropped a 50 on WARHAMMER FUCKING ONLINE (YAH BABY YAH, that game r0x!). So my monthly allowance was much needed.
Now, all I gotta say is, why the hell do people have to be rude? Fuck that mega bitch at the post office. I didn't have my stupid info written down, I didn't think it would be such a big deal, so she was super mean and super bitchy to me. What the fuck. Bitch, you are getting paid to sit around all day and not do shit, just waiting for someone to drop by. You should be goddamn fucking happy you have to look for my package, asshole. Now, I like to think of myself as a really nice person, so it catches me off guard when people are rude to me when I am so patient and so awesome to everyone ALL THE TIME. I don't deserve it.
THANKS FOR RUINING MY DAY YOU STUPID FUCKING WHORE.
I teared up a little bit on the way out. How can people be so inconsiderate, you never know how you are going to affect someone. Smiles go a long way, and so does decency. SO, I get a call from my brother, we were chatting on the phone before I went to the post office.
I ranted to Scottie, my twelve year old brother, about how he shouldn't be rude to people. I told him the girl at the post office was a bitch, not a B-word, a bitch. He continued to tell me a story. By the gods, Scottie is seriously like one of my absolute favorite people on this entire earth. There is probably no one I love more than my little brother.
Scottie, was at a birthday party this weekend for his friend and they went to the movies. The kids were watching The House Bunny. I didn't know what the hell movie that was, so he explained it to me, and I was like WHAT? A movie about a Playboy bunny? Then I realized it was that comedy with Anna Faris. So...
Apparently there was joke so funny in this movie, that my brother laughed so hard, HE PUKED IN THE MOVIE THEATRE.
OMG, so fucking priceless. I was laughing my ass off quite literally outside, for all the world to hear my cackling. OH MY GOD. Another amazing Scottie story. I only wish I were there to witness it. What an up.
If you know me, I like to talk to people about my brother, because he is so dear and annoying to me. He has a slew of amazingly fucked up stories that I just love telling. This one is another one going onto the collection, joining the time he literally shit his pants in Las Vegas, Nevada, the time he puked up pinapple chunks because he was so angry at me, the time he nearly set the house in flames heating up Chinese food, the time he raised his ass to my mother's face and ripped out a fresh fart and she nearly beat him. I swear I am going to write a book about him.
So I come home, and Nolan comes home, and all is happy and we laugh about Scottie. Moments later, by freak accident I spill Coke Zero on a very nice copy of Slyvia Plath's The Bell Jar, and all into Nolan's router. Downer. Internet flipped out a bit, but it came back around. I was so pissed I flailed around angrily throwing shit around and kicking the wall. But I calmed down eventually.
Then I went outside, took photos for class. Then Nolan and I went to Carrabba's for dinner. Awesome. They had the greatest tomato soup ever. I fucking love tomato soup.
And I came back, and took a nap.
People, life has its ups and downs. Yes, that was the moral of my long ass pointless journal entry today. You can't let yourself get down, because, honestly, you won't be down for that long. And if you are, that sucks, ask me to give you my brother's phone number.
Peace! Is anyone as scared of growing up as much as I am? Holy shit. Until the next update. I will be chained to my PC until then. See you, motherfuckers!
Well, I made you and now I take you back.
My Monday was typical shitty, 8 AM class with the great Golphin, coffee, lunching at the SAU, scouring the library for inspiration for my QTVR project (w00t). I worked, wrote an e-mail to my Grandma, and worked a little more. Had class, this quarter I have two Adam classes, back to fucking back, it's like whoa. But it's okay, I like him, he keeps it real. I spoke with him after class, he ripped my design to gangly little shreds (righfully so), down, but came back around and made me positive about my project idea, up.
So, with mixed feelings I paraded down the quarter mile to the post office to pick up the monies my mom sent me, YAY. I have been living off nearly 0 dollars for the past week, partially because I dropped a 50 on WARHAMMER FUCKING ONLINE (YAH BABY YAH, that game r0x!). So my monthly allowance was much needed.
Now, all I gotta say is, why the hell do people have to be rude? Fuck that mega bitch at the post office. I didn't have my stupid info written down, I didn't think it would be such a big deal, so she was super mean and super bitchy to me. What the fuck. Bitch, you are getting paid to sit around all day and not do shit, just waiting for someone to drop by. You should be goddamn fucking happy you have to look for my package, asshole. Now, I like to think of myself as a really nice person, so it catches me off guard when people are rude to me when I am so patient and so awesome to everyone ALL THE TIME. I don't deserve it.
THANKS FOR RUINING MY DAY YOU STUPID FUCKING WHORE.
I teared up a little bit on the way out. How can people be so inconsiderate, you never know how you are going to affect someone. Smiles go a long way, and so does decency. SO, I get a call from my brother, we were chatting on the phone before I went to the post office.
I ranted to Scottie, my twelve year old brother, about how he shouldn't be rude to people. I told him the girl at the post office was a bitch, not a B-word, a bitch. He continued to tell me a story. By the gods, Scottie is seriously like one of my absolute favorite people on this entire earth. There is probably no one I love more than my little brother.
Scottie, was at a birthday party this weekend for his friend and they went to the movies. The kids were watching The House Bunny. I didn't know what the hell movie that was, so he explained it to me, and I was like WHAT? A movie about a Playboy bunny? Then I realized it was that comedy with Anna Faris. So...
Apparently there was joke so funny in this movie, that my brother laughed so hard, HE PUKED IN THE MOVIE THEATRE.
OMG, so fucking priceless. I was laughing my ass off quite literally outside, for all the world to hear my cackling. OH MY GOD. Another amazing Scottie story. I only wish I were there to witness it. What an up.
If you know me, I like to talk to people about my brother, because he is so dear and annoying to me. He has a slew of amazingly fucked up stories that I just love telling. This one is another one going onto the collection, joining the time he literally shit his pants in Las Vegas, Nevada, the time he puked up pinapple chunks because he was so angry at me, the time he nearly set the house in flames heating up Chinese food, the time he raised his ass to my mother's face and ripped out a fresh fart and she nearly beat him. I swear I am going to write a book about him.
So I come home, and Nolan comes home, and all is happy and we laugh about Scottie. Moments later, by freak accident I spill Coke Zero on a very nice copy of Slyvia Plath's The Bell Jar, and all into Nolan's router. Downer. Internet flipped out a bit, but it came back around. I was so pissed I flailed around angrily throwing shit around and kicking the wall. But I calmed down eventually.
Then I went outside, took photos for class. Then Nolan and I went to Carrabba's for dinner. Awesome. They had the greatest tomato soup ever. I fucking love tomato soup.
And I came back, and took a nap.
People, life has its ups and downs. Yes, that was the moral of my long ass pointless journal entry today. You can't let yourself get down, because, honestly, you won't be down for that long. And if you are, that sucks, ask me to give you my brother's phone number.
Peace! Is anyone as scared of growing up as much as I am? Holy shit. Until the next update. I will be chained to my PC until then. See you, motherfuckers!
Well, I made you and now I take you back.