catorce

A lot has been going on lately. I've been meaning to update, but go figure life caught up with me. I've been the designated chef at home, so I think this puts my small dream of becoming a baker to side for a while. I'm in the final stage of cleaning my room; sweeping up and putting things in their rightful places. I started dumping out things that I felt like I need to donate, and naturally mom comes in and starts sorting through them. She goes on and on about how she should keep my old shirts, but I started to get pissed and reminded her of the THREE closets she's already taking up, not to mention the baskets full of clothes in the other room that I've desperately tried to put away. There's also the three full dressers that she's occupying. I keep telling her that this is why we can't fit in the house; sound familiar, mom? While you're at it, I have a full trash can in my room. Would you like to save the scrap cloths and tissues? There's just no getting through to her. She's a freaking pack rat. I started with my closet after she left me alone, and dumped out a whole bunch of clothes that I am no longer wearing. I stuffed them all in thsi massic Ross plastic bag, and tried to hide it everytime I heard mom walk by my door. I was literally going Mission: Impossible with this stuff. I know she peaked in my room this morning before going to work; she switched on my light and it pissed me off. I feel so proud of myself! I emptied all the plastic container drawers in my closet, and had two extra that were empty. I also cleared out the back of my closet, so now it's only housing my old book bags and travel bags. I actually have space to hang stuff on my closet rod! Wow! Mom gave me this thing to hang on my wall that she got in the Philippines. It's supposed to hang my purses, so it won't take up so much space on my closet shelf. It felt like a work out taking the bag of stuff to Salvation Army. I also go rid my two skateboards. Skateboarding is not a good idea with my bum knee *shakes head*
I started another sack of stuff to take to Salvation Army tomorrow. I just hope mom doesn't see it if she decides to take a peak in my room. Now I just have to transport my guitars and music to the basement, figure out a way to put my easel back in my room, and sort out and put my shoes in the garage. I also have to sweep up and move Maxx in. By the end of this excursion, the people at Salvation Army are going to to be sick of seeing me. I need to tell my family (extended) that I don't need anymore crap. I feel like my only problem now is that I have a ton of books. My room is a mini library. For the record, I didn't officially start cleaning my room until yesterday. I'm putting the final touches today and tomorrow morning. Two and a half days in a new record for myself. Huzzah!

I got this email from my uncle in California. I don't know how to feel about it. How many years back, he got one of his many girlfriends pregnant, and it turns out that they had daughter. The mother gave the daughter up for adoption, and somehow my uncle and his daughter came back in touch recently. I'm happy for him that he's able to come in contact with his daughter. To my family, are there any more skeletons in your closets? I know there are! More importantly, I want to know how many more illegitimate children does he have. The part where I don't know how to feel is that I saw all of this on facebook before I read the email. My uncle told two of my cousins to see her profile, and try to figure out who she looks like. I don't know who she's supposed to look like. The whole time I was wondering who this person was; like I was supposed to have known her my whole life. So I have another cousin somewhere. She's an East Coast girl as well; she went to Costal Carolina. It makes me wonder if I ever ran into her at some point in my life, and told her off or got into a fight. I always wonder these kinds of things; have I ever gotten into a fight with, flipped off, told off one of my friends before I knew them? It would be interesting to find out. I think the biggest problem that I have with this is my uncle's lifestyle. He's known for his womanizing. If he knew that he hada daughter this whole time, why didn't he go looking for her? Then again I already answered my own question; my cousin CJ. That's the only other child that we know about to be our cousin, and he doesn't even pay much attention to him.

This week has been eventful thus far. I think Dani is pissed at a few of us for the Waffle House trip. I hung out with Jessica for a little bit, and asked her about Dani. She said that she was none too pleased to see our pictures, and pretty much took it out on Jess. In turn Jess told her, "yes, we went to Waffle House to hurt your feelings because we all hate you! Shut the fuck up and get over it *end sarcasm*" In all fairness, I didn't know until Jess mentioned something while we were sitting in Groucho Marx, eating ice cream in the parking lot of Jimmie Cone. Daniela freaked out a little, and they explained to Andrew, Jenny, and I, why they were freaking out. Dani had suggested to go to Waffle House on Tuesday. I talked to Daniela on Sunday night, and she was sleeping over at Jess' house. She mentioned going to Waffle House on Monday to hang out, and Jess reminded her that Dani suggested Tuesday. Daniela failed to tell me that in the chat, so we ended up going on Monday. Of course pictures were taken; what a way to spend our Memorial Day hahaha! Then news broke, and Jess told Daniela not to say anything to Dani about their previous trip to WH. The pictures alone were incriminating. Dani commented on Jenny's picture of the WH with a ":(". That's when I yelled "OH SHIT." I remembered Jess telling Daniela not to mention anything, but forgot about the pictures. Oh well. It's been done. It shouldn't be that big of a deal, because they still went on Tuesday. None the less, I think Dani's still pissed at...I don't know who else besides Jess.

The time is now 2:00 AM. I missed a phone call at 1:35 AM, as I was about to get into the shower. As soon as I finish blow drying my hair, I see that I have missed a call from Daniela. I call her back, and I think it's an emergency. I define emergency as:
A) Personal crisis
B) Someone got into an accident
C) Someone's in the hospital
D) Someone got arrested
E) Someone died

This phone call made me somewhat upset, no, irritated. She asked me if I could drive her to DC. Actually, not just her, but herself and Jess. I thought I misheard her, so I repeated "DC?!" just to see if I heard right. She said, "Yeah...M Street to be exact." I asked, "M Street as in Georgetown as in DC?!" She explains that she and Jess are trying to get a ride to NYC in two hours so they can visit Rob at NYU. I know about Rob's summer program at NYU, and Jess has been talking about this for a week. I thought that she would've had a plan of transportation by the way she had been talking about going. I know that I'm nice, and I'm always willing to help a friend out who's stranded, but don't call me in the middle of the night asking me to TAKE YOU to DC, just so you can get to NYC. If you've planned on going this whole time, you better find your own way to get there, bitches. Way to take advantage of our friendship. I'm always up for spontaneous trips, but don't use me for anything. Obviously I told them straight up that I'm not taking them, and good luck finding a way. Before the phone conversation ended, Daniela told me that they're more or less not going now. So I was their only hope. *Shrugs* It's not my problem. Again, Jess had this plan for a week. I thought she would've found a way to get there.

lucky thirteen

I have lost all sense of time. I've been thinking that today is Saturday, when it's really Friday. I woke up at 12:45, as always. I had a weird dream involving some family, friends, and Bob Marley. I dreamed that he was perfoming "Everything's going to be alright". I think my cousin Brandon magically appeared right next me, and we were having some life conversation before Bob Marley busted out in song. I peak my head around the stairs, and mess around with Maxx. My dad made a joke that hte walking dead has come back, har har har.

I had a bad experience with marshmallows this morning. I made my I'm-too-lazy-to-make-an-open-fire-so-I'll-use-a-tea-candle s'mores. As I was clearing up the table and drinking water, my gag reflex triggered. I regurgitated water/s'more concoction all over my shirt and on a small part of my pants. Yay. I went dryer shopping with dad right after that, and we found a nice whirlpool dryer at Sears. For the time being, I'm going to have to go old school and hang dry my clothes.

Today is graduation day. Jamie graduated from Maryland, I think. My cousin Nikki graduated from SDSU. Her brother, Brandon was updating from the graduation on his blackberry. Jamie's recap of the day's events brought me back to my high school graduation. He stood around for a good two hours, being shy and doing nothing, waiting to go in for the ceremony. The only difference with him was that I started conversing with people when we started lining up to go inside the main hall in Constitution. I also snuck out of the line to go to the bathroom, while the employees there yelled at everyone to stay in the line. All of this graduation excitement reminds me how I'm going to be going through that very soon. One year, baby! It's weird to think that Nikki will be joining the Navy to pay for her school. She's a nursing major, but there's absolutely no way that she or her family can pay for school. I don't know if she considered loans. It beats the Navy! Everyone knows it's all about Army (hahaha). Last night I found my M.C. Escher print that I did back in 2006, and I have to figure out where I'm going to hang it up. So I'm now on day...yeah...on my quest to clean my room. Seriously, I'm going to get on it! Maxx is demanding me as to when he can move in, and I can't keep my client waiting.

UPDATE #1:

Juhi just messaged me with a major crisis. Her mom found out about everything; her relationship with Jake, and now she's kicked out of the house. She's currently staying at this new guy, Paul's, house. She would've stayed at Irion's, but her mom knows her and is at her house right now trying to get info. I'm really worried about her; she's paranoid that she may loose her job at H mart, and now she has no place to stay. What I'm most worried about is when school starts. She's going to Peabody, and I offered to do a carpool (granted that she's going to have to get up really early), but it helps. Damn...
She told me that her mom wants all of her paychecks, and isn't helping her with school, because she's with Jake.

UPDATE #2:

I'm talking to Charlie who just got off of duty. He's in the marines, and is stationed in Japan. He told me that yesterday, he told Megan that he liked her. Oh...boy....what's with the relationship drama today?

UPDATE #3:

Conducting eye surgery on the baby doll head that Maxx tore up. Patient has gone blind.

UPDATE #4:

Talking to Tay; he tells me that he has two potential clients for my couples therapy services. We're negotiating prices LOL ;p

twelve part two

R.I.P. dryer. Thanks for 19 years of drying my clothes.

In other news, I no longer have a dryer! Shit. That means I'm going to have to wash my clothes way in advanced if I plan on wearing a specific outfit on a certain day.

Lunch with the girls today was great. So we're all failures when it comes to time. I asked if 1:00 pm was good for everyone in the message about lunch, but I was expecting some negotiations. I had good reason to be late; I had to take mom to work early this morning, and I didn't get enough sleep. I sleep a little more after my alarm went off, and I took a shower. I also had to pick up Jenny and Jess. Megan was the first as always. Usually I come right after, but today was the exception. She came at 1:20, knowing how our group always congregates late. This time we all lost track of time. As I was pulling into the shopping center, Megan text me to hurry up, because the staff was starting to look at her funny. I couldn't help but laugh at her when we walked in. What was worse was that Dani and Bethann were outside waiting for us. We told them that Megan was waiting inside this whole time. Daniela showed up a little later, because she had to run some errands for her family. Just about all the girls "got the memo" about wearing skirts today; I wore a dress, but same thing! Dani and Daniela were the only ones in pants. We caught up with each other, and they filled me in on the gossip about the group. I also received heavy guilt trips from Daniela and Jess. Both said that we need to hang out more since it's summer, because I was absent all throughout the semester. They both said (on different occasions that day), "It's like you don't want to hang out with us anymore." Jesus, sorry if my schedule no longer fits with theirs! I told them time and time again that I no longer have any leeway to hang out like old times. Their guilt trips will not budge me. That's the way life works; I'm at university now. Everyone was hoping to see me at the bbq last night, since it was only down the street from my house. I had way too much to do, and I still do. I allowed myself this one day to hang out before I get back to work. Megan showed me this new text that David sent her, asking if she's ever going to tell him what he did to her that pissed her off. Um...WHAT DIDN'T HE DO?! If he's still wondering, there's no need to explain. They told me about the events that unfolded last Saturday at Dani's bday and the bbq. Dani's bday was good times, except for the fact that Kron brought his entourage as always. I think two other guests brought random people. Point of this explanation is, Bethann and someone else got robbed at the party. How screwed up is that?

During the bbq last night, a lot of drama went down. There was a hot tub, and those of us who experienced last year's hot tubbing know not to go in when Will's in there. Will hooked up with Tess, who's supposedly back with Paul. They were making out with Paul in plain sight. Stephanie was getting wasted, and supposedly also made out with Will. Will's just bad news all together. He has a history of stealing friends' girlfriends. The part I didn't understand was the idea of Stephanie drinking. I had this conversation with her at Gordon Biersch, right after the composer's concert. She told me that she's never drank before, and since she's going to graduate high school, and is about to go to WVU, she doesn't want to be the odd one out. I told her that she shouldn't do things if she feels like she's forced to do it against her will. I also said that she's not going to be the only one who doesn't drink at WVU; same goes for any other school. None the less she let the hype of being at her first college party, surrounded by college friends get to her head. This new girl, Saalika, is another fresh out of high school addition. Aparently she and Tess were the reasons why the cops were called three times! I've never met Saalika, but I've met Tess, and she's psycho. I don't think I can be in the same room with her for five minutes. She's unnecessarily loud and boisterous. Saalika is 19, and she acts 19. Granted the party was in the limbo of Damascus and the country part of Gaithersburg, where I live, the acoustics do echo through the trees. Both Jenny and Megan told me about the attempted Lord of the Rings marathon that was held, and how Saalika kept making sexual inuendo jokes....every 30 seconds. Jenny was getting too annoyed with her, and Megan told her to stop. The first 5 times is funny, we get it. We all know about the androgynous elves, and the ambiguously gay hobbits. I really don't think I could handle these girls at a party.

We talked about Twilight, and the LISANOVA does Twilight video on youtube. Megan and I told Bethann that there's really Edward Cullen brand glitter at Hot Topic. She couldn't stop laughing. We also talked about American Idol, and how people still actually watch that. That transitioned in to how we can't wait to see "So you think you can dance", and how a few of the girls don't like "Dancing with the stars". I think Dani and I were the only ones at the table who like that show. I told her how Gilles was second in the competition. I had to explain who he was, so I told them that he was the hot guy in the Sex and the City movie. Jenny and Bethann new what I was talking about, but I had to further explain where he came in the movie; the part where Samantha is in the hot tub, and she hears her new neighbor going at it. That conversation later segued into Harry Potter, and how we're all going to dress up and go to the midnight premiere. The cast list so far:

*Megan- Bellatrix
*Bethann- Luna
*Jenny-possible hybrid of Crookshanks and Hermione
*Me- Cho
*Daniela- Harry Potter
*Dani- Tonks
*Andrew- Dumbledore

None of us can forget Daniela's Harry Potter costume at Halloween. People in our group didn't recognize her, it was great! I remember going to her house, and as soon as she descended the stairs in full costume, I could not stop laughing. The wig was what tripped me out. Every time I looked at her, I would burst out laughing. After about a good hour, all of us decided that it was time to leave. Jenny, Bethann, and I decided to check out the new MC public library owned book store, while the other girls went home. Jess and I made plans for later to watch the Ugly Betty season finale. That book store is amazing! The three of us immediately ran over to the same section; Bethann was performance- music, Jenny was performance- music and theatre, and I was arts. I got a book about Michelangelo and his painting of the Sistine Chapel, how he was forced against his will to do the commission by Pope Julius. I learned about it in art history, so I couldn't resist the book. I also found a good hardcopy of The Taming of the Shrew for $1. After another hour, all of us broke off. I took Jenny back to MC so she could make it to her SDT rehearsal.

I came home, and to go right back out with dad and Maxx to pick up mom. Mom and dad went back out to return some plants that she bought at work yesterday. I prepped the house for the Ugly Betty party. Jess and I sat around the basement, making s'mores by candle and screaming at the tv. Tonight's Ugly Betty was a two hour season finale, and there was so much drama! Henry ruined Betty's life. We still can't get over this. And it's going to be how long until the next season?! Ugh! Dammit Henry.

Jess told me more about Saturday's drama. She and Rifkin were drunk at Dani's bday party, so they started flirting and they made out. Okay, Jess does that when she's drunk; she has the urge to hook up. They both got the feeling that Isaac had a problem with this. It makes no sense why. She told me that he hasn't spoken to her in days, and she thinks it's because of this. Isaac is such a woman. We've covered all of the areas; he's not jealous, because he has a girlfriend who he's really in to. It can't be because he sees her as a sister, and thinks Rifkin isn't good enough for her, or at least she thinks that. Either way, Isaac is too dramatic. They both asked him is he was alright with this, and he said that there was no problem. Rifkin even talked to Daniela, and he's feeling the silent, passafistic wrath of Isaac. Jess told me that she called and text him many times within the week, and she hasn't gotten a single reply. This is classic Isaac right here. He'll take his problems out on everyone; ignore calls, texts, whatever. He'll say that he doesn't have a problem, but will mull over it for weeks and weeks at a time. She text him one last time, asking that she thought they were over the whole not answering deal. She also said that they got in to a fight two weeks ago, and she told him that she's just about done with this friendship. He used to talked to her about stuff all the time, tell her stuff all the time. Sounds familiar? It should. Isaac and I USED to have that same connection, until last summer. After that it's been a friendship based on convienience. We rarely talk, rarely hang out. I told her that maybe it is time to let go, even if it means that they never speak to each other again. He needs to grow some balls, and take on his problems; stop taking it out on everyone. Isaac is a very unstable person, and I feel like he's not the type of person to maintain a long term relationship with. I told Jess to let him be. He needs to realize that's he making more of an issue out of this than Jess or Rifkin. Until he comes out tells the both of them what he feels is wrong about their making out, let him be dramatic.

twelve

So I did another thing I'd thought I would never do; watch the Sex and the City movie. I've never seen an episode, but I have to admit that I really liked the movie. It makes me think about how I'm going to meet with the girls in a few hours for lunch, and no matter where life takes us we'll always find a way to stay connected. I've been very distant and out of the loop (for good reason), and I know there are going to be one or two new additions I will have to get to know, but it'll be fun. So the time is now 4:40 AM, and the movie just finished. I completely forgot that I'm going to be driving mom to work in, oh, 4 HOURS! Actually, I think it's in 3 HOURS! Yay!

I managed to clear out one of my shelves; I made it strictly sketchbooks and text books. Now it makes me wonder what I'm going to do with the big pile of other books on the floor. I have two text books that I would like to sell, one being a bio text book. I kind of wrote on the cover to show how I feel about the class, so I know that would go down in value. Maybe I can sell it on Half.com to someone with a sense of humor. I also have an outdated health text book that I don't know if it is being used anymore. Not to mention there are the binders and folders full of world ensemble music. I found the binder from when I first joined, inside was a program of the concert. The group was so small back then; it's hard to believe this new group evolved from a club. I also found staff paper with music that I transcribed during piano. I actually transcribed music! Wow! I remember silently freaking out to myself the day that I figured out the first piano part of "Georgia". By accident, I also figured out a small part of "Go", which reminds me; as soon as I finish clearing out all of this crap in my room, maybe I'll figure out a way to move my keyboard upstairs and start practicing again. I miss playing piano.

Earlier I saw Billy's status update on facebook. He said that he couldn't believe people watched American Idol. I was stuck watching it with my parents. I kind of had a feeling this sudden twist would happen. All the hype being built up around Adam didn't pay off, but then again it could be a Clay Aiken/Ruben Studard situation. I noticed that they gave Adam more of the spotlight tonight, than they did of Kris; Kris only appeared in the group performances, while Adam got to do solos with Kiss, Queen, etc. Before they did the results, I kind of thought that Adam was going to win, but I'm glad it turned out to be a shocker. I think my biggest problems with Adam were is overuse of the falsetto, and his style. Coming from someone with years of experience, you can dress like a punk/goth/emo/whatever your scene may be, and still adapt it to a formal or semi formal setting. He would constantly change from emo, goth, prep; pick one! As for the falsetto; the last person to work it on Idol was Justin Guarini, and I doubt many people remember who he is or his name. Although he seems like a nice guy on tv, I can see Adam becoming the next Pete Wentz. That guy is such a douche. Maybe I'm being too critical on Adam, but glam rock can only take you so far. It was like the huge emo craze that broke out a few years ago. As much I try to explain to Cedric, emo is a dying form of music. I don't think his band will make it any further than the local scene. No offense to them, but all of their songs sound exactly the same. If you want to check them out, they're on Itunes. His band is called Way Too Serious. If you're into the same 4 melodic guitar rifts, and working the autotune on the vocals, and sappy lyrics about how someone's girlfriend dumped them while having a good time, then Way Too Serious is for you.

On a side note, this always cracks me up: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ReQxVD1mcW0

eleventy

Dear Montgomery College,

Congratulations! You have been selected to be admitted in this year's "Giselle's Hit List"! Your counseling department has been known to be horrible in the past, and we know that you will make an excellent contribution to our organization. We look forward to more difficulties from you in the future.

Sincerely,
An EXTREMELY pissed off former student

So I went there this morning to settle the paper work to get my AA. I went to the counseling office to get that paper, and I filled it out. I asked a person behind the desk where to take it, and she told me to go to student services. I wait a half an hour in line, and when I finally get to see someone, the lady tells me that I was supposed to meet with a counselor first to get a signature. What.the.hell. I walk back over to the counseling office, and I wait an hour to be seen. I contemplated leaving. If I had known how the meeting would end up, I would have. I wait the hour, getting more and more impatient. I meet with this unpleasant woman, who starts arguing with me about the class I'm trying to substitute. I was told before I left MC that I needed to fill out one of those sheets, and just take the math class at Towson. Upon completion, I come back and turn the sheet in. I also explained in the beginning that I no longer attend MC, but I am currently at Towson. She pulls up my records and exclaims, "You weren't even registered for this semester!" Um...no shit. I just told you that. The lady kept arguing that I took the wrong class at Towson. I had to take some prerequisite class that was non credit at MC. I took it already and completed it. Next I would've needed a math 100 course. I took that at Towson. But there was still a problem (aparently). From what she told me, I needed to take a math 91 course at Towson. That doesn't make ANY sense when all I was missing was a math 100 course to get my AA! Basically she was just arguing that Towson is wrong, and they're right. Screw it! If she's going to give me all this trouble, then I don't need the AA. The counseling service has always been terrible, but never this bad. I wasn't too pleased with the way things were worked out, especially having to argue.

Before that fiasco, I went to the post office to mail some stuff. The postal worker behind the counter was awesome. I told her to mail out some documents with regular mail, but she whispered that I don't want that. She pulled up the info on the credit keypad, and showed me how much cheaper first class mail was. She told me legally they're not allowed to tell the customers what they "want", but she told me that if I continued with regular mail, they would've charged me $5, instead of the $2. I came home, and ran another errand with Maxx. I had to go get some info about his insurance; he only has one more payment for the year, but I needed to inquire about 2010. I spent a good half hour in Petsmart with him, talking to some other dachsie owners. One girl asked where I got his harness, and I told her to go to Rehoboth Beach. There's a great pet store there that sells harness' suitable for dachshunds. He got lots of attention from customers and employees. We came home, and I crashed after a long morning. I woke up to some show about cool offices across the country. I found the place I want to work for, for the graphic design part of my career. It's a place called "Wonderland"....something. They're location in the heart of NYC. I remember that they design websites for major companies like NBC. The office is a trip, and I could totally see myself working there.

I just blew off Jose's bbq; I already told him last night that I don't think I'm going to make it. The room still looks like a typhoon of art blew through. Plus this morning's outings wore me out. So now I have a Maxx on my bed, chewing up the baby head I cut off for the Marisol Escobar project. I need to get cracking on the room.

ten part zwei

He looks like one of those angry old ladies, only he's biting my hand.
PS: This totally beats twitter!

sampu

Oh what a morning. By morning, I really mean noon. I've had three crisis' within the span of 15 minutes.
Crisis:

1. I accidentally hit the "repair" button on my laptop settings when the wifi was loading. I was having issues trying to repair the fluke, and I kept getting that "limited to no connectivity" message. I restarted the laptop, still had the same message. I tried to repair it one last time, and still got the message. Before I got up to call linksys, the internet magically repaired itself. Which would explain how I'm on here now.

2. I check my facebook (no I'm not addicted at all), and I have a message from Adrie. She said that Simeon kicked her out at 1 AM, and now she's living with her parents. She is seriously heartbroken over this. I don't understand why. Over the past how many years I've counciled her about this, she KNEW this day was coming; especially with her current situation. She lost her job, and Simeon gave her 2 weeks to find another one or she's out. When she told me about his demands, and I reminded her how it's virtually impossible to find a new job in 2 weeks. He has hook ups up the ass, so of course he could get fired one day, and get a job in the next. The asshole's been sleeping around behind her back with an ex, who apparently is a walking STD time bomb. I keep telling her to let him have his crabs queen, but I don't know why she keeps running back to him. He's expressed his "dislike" of her, dislike being the nicer word here. Even the other woman got involved. Needless to say that I was behind the lines throwing insults back at that bitch. Angel and I have been talking her into leaving him for so long, but she always seems to have a new excuse as to why she needs to stay. So last night he went drinking with that whore, and I'm sure they had a discussion about how Simeon is tired of Adrie being around. Which obviously initiated the "get out" at 1 AM. It wasn't even a somewhat pleasant demand; he came home, took her key, and pushed her out the door. He wants her stuff out, but she has to work around his schedule to make sure not to run into him. I would like to kick him in the balls once before I leave. I hope he enjoys the strain of chlamydia, crabs, and potentially herpes running through his system. Have fun with that, buddy. You SO deserve it!

3. I somehow forgot my password this thiing, which is the same password to my email (it's linked to our gmail account). Wow.

I think I'll take a stab at cleaning up my habitat without passing out from sleep deprivation again. Let's see how long this lasts.

Niner

I HAVE SURVIVED MY FIRST SEMESTER AT TOWSON UNIVERSITY!

Why did that load up top? Whatever...
LET'S GET STUPID...for about 3 months! Today was my geography final. I pray to God that I never have to see that class, or anything of the sort again. I spent all weekend studying and doing some last minute cramming. I almost started screaming in the lecture hall, because my cell started vibrating. I'm sure that would've been an amusing interruption. Once I turned in my exam, I made my way to the Union to sell back that useless geography text book. I have to say that this is the first school/place to give me good buyback deals on my used books. I sold back my math book as well, and I got $47.50 for both. After that trip, I made my way to the CFA to get my drawing portfolio. I got in the elevator and I hoped that I wouldn't run into Berman. I rode with this random lady. The studio was open, but there was no one inside. I grabbed my portfolio in a rush, and made my way back to the elevator. Part of me was thinking that Berman would be inside, if not, on the first floor. Walking out of the elevator, into the stairwell coridor, I passed two girls having the strangest conversation; "Centre (she pronounced it as "centry")?! You mean that's how they spell "center" in Europe?!" The other girl nodded her head, and their inane conversation continued. I wanted to hit that girl with my portfolio. They spell "center" as "centre" here too, idiot! Behold the morons I go to school with. Dani forewarned me about this, so I'm not entirely surprised. I made it through the building clear, and left campus. Driving up Osler to Towsontown, I rolled down my window and screamed with happiness. I had survived Towson so far. It was funny, I did that as I was passing the scoreboard that has "THIS IS TIGER TOWN" written on the side facing the street. On my way to campus this morning, I saw this random girl doing a happy dance as she walked down Osler. I honestly know the feeling :)

I have to promise myself not to forget some of the information that I've learned this semester. By the looks of things, most of the info went out the door as soon as I left each of my classrooms. I told myself that as soon as I get home, I would clean up my room. I have a ton of things, mainly clothes, to get rid of. Yeah...it's not happening right now. I will get around to in eventually. Before giving Maxx a bath I decided to channel my inner middle schooler, and resurected an old hairstyle. I remember getting strange looks and snide comments then, I can see a repeat only girls would secretly wear their hair like this when they think no one's looking. I meant to put them in buns like I did back in the day, but I was in a rush since I had to get Maxx from the garage. He was outside while my mom planted some plants, and she sprayed him with the hose. For some reason it's friggin cold in May, so I had to rush before my dog suffers from hypothermea. She also told me that he broke loose from his harness. I looked at it, and nothing's broken. It's like asking a person how they took their underwear off, without removing their pants first. No one really knows.

I've made some progress with the cleaning; I put one sock in the laundry pile. Now that just leaves the rest of the mess to be cleared. Yeah, I should probably get on that now. Maybe. I should look for that chapstick first.

Eight

HALLELUJIA! PRAISE THE LORD! I'm done with drawing II! More importantly...

NO MORE BERMAN!!!

siete

Today was pretty...meh.
I spent the remainder of that trying to fill in my sketchbook before my critique tomorrow. I still have a ways to go, so there's no way I'm filling it in before 2:30 pm tomorrow. Amongst the drawings I came up with a cool idea for a going away present for Flora. It's a sacred heart, and beneath it is 121. I still don't know what that means, but it's supposed to be "DC 121". I was going to add cross bones to the drawing, but I decided to leave it as it. I'm going to frame it and give it to her before she leaves.

I went to Kinkos to get two copies made, one of which is Flora's, and I had such a hard time trying to explain to the guy what I wanted. He kept cutting off parts of the picture, and I told him that I need to have the image in tact. He kept assuming that I was complaining about the border. Oi...pain in the ass. The final products still had parts of the drawn border cut off, as well as my signature. That wasn't too big of a deal, because it actually looked kind of cool and I could always sign it again.

I hope Prof Von Minor decides to critique the color drawings instead of the body project. I told him that I didn't really like my projects, because it was mostly centered with photography. I think I did much better with the color projects instead. The best thing about tomorrow is that it'll be the last I would have to hear of Berman...hopefully ever. Come on Hayseus, I've been good about not killing him. I should probably get more drawings in before tomorrow, so I have a more representable portfolio.

sects part deuce

I spent the remaining 3 hours at Towson running some errands. I went to pick up my check at bookholders, tried to go to the bank to deposit it, but it was closed. I went to campus and sold my math book back. After that I went to the CFA, and hung out with Angelina and Anna for a good hour and a half. We talked about our strong dislike for Berman, and Angelina told us about her freak out. She told him off, and almost punched him in the face. I told her that she should have. We all agreed that he doesn't shut his mouth, all he does is complain. He thinks he's too good to be there, and doesn't do his work. Yet he complains that he deserves better than a C?! Shaun joined us and we continued talking. Steve came over shortly after. There was this exhibit about domestic abuse, and there was a portrait of a mother and daughter. All of us debated whether or not it was really a man who got a sex change. No offense to the shemale, but it looked like a man!

We all reluctantly walked together to the studio, and awaited the exam. Prof Maddox explained that it's important to read the entire exam before writing, because she very well could've said to just "write your name and turn it in". I wish that was the case. The only thing we had to look out for was that we had to write our names on the bottom of the last page. The exam was a breeze. I got my sketch book back, and I waited until the others were done to check our grades. This time, I think her name's Dorthy, joined us in the lobby. I got a B on the Red Bull project. A "B"! SERIOUSLY?! We're all anxious to find out what Berman got, but at the same time I know I'll be even more pissed off. I was pretty angry that I got a B, but I know it could've been worse. Dad asked me how class was, and I told him. He said that it was still good, but I was aiming for an A. Oh well. My average still balances out to an A. I'm going to miss that class, or at least a few of the people in it. It was fun. I'm sure that I'll have them again in other classes.

sects

Just killing time before my next "exam". It's design II, and there's really nothing to study for. Prof Maddox will just give us a few questions pertaining to the projects, galleries, and artists she asked us to view, research, and create. The majority of the vocab is stuff we learned way back when. The remainder of the time will be spent getting back our sketch books, the two final projects, and cleaning out our lockers. Then I only have to deal with Berman one last time; Friday. Oh it's going to be sweet!

So I had a minor crisis starting from midnight to just about a half hour ago. My servers decided to go on strike, and didn't work for a good couple of hours. I don't know what happened, but I want to think that it had something to do with the construction out on 124. None the less, it's working now. Crisis averted.

I cannot wait to be done with school! I really need a vacation. I'm not going to have much of one, since I'll most likely be working 40 hours a week during the summer. I'm going to have to relish the days that I don't work. As much as I want to do a day trip with the MC crew to the beach or NYC, I highly doubt it'll happen....again. We've been planning these trips for the past 3 and a half years, and we have yet to accomplish just one. We almost made the nyc trip happen during spring break, but that was around the time that all of us went broke after our tax returns came back. Mine went to art supplies, I think it's safe to say that everyone else had their returns going towards a booze fund. There are a few people I definitely have to hang out with over the summer; to one person, you know who you are ;)

Flora is definitely leaving, so I have to spend as much time as possible with her. Andrew will be leaving as well, but I think he'll have a longer time frame than Flora. I don't think he has to leave until August. It's hard to believe how fast these two years went. I want to make her a going away present, but I have yet to figure out what I'll make.

Five

I'm now my most favorite class in the whole wide world; geography.

I just finished my math exam. I think I did alright, but the roulette, craps, and overall probability screwed me up. I hope I get a B. Clearly I wasn't meant for gambling beyond blackjack.

The guy sitting next to me in the lecture hall is blasting some annoying techno. He was really rockin' the Eifle 65 song, I'm sure you remember that song. "I'm blue blah blah blah blah-blah blah..."
I'm one step closer to having some sort of a life. We'll see how long that lasts when I get back to work.

Side note: Hurrah.
http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/content/article/2009/05/01/AR2009050100142.html

Good times, but I didn't choose screen and print making as my career. Graphics is the way to go. I'm kind of surprised that Corcoran is that cheap, it's about the same price as going to Towson, only $7000 something more. There's that to pay back, with the addition of the costs of materials. I thought what I was paying now is bad...HA! I don't know who I feel bad for, her or Silva. I still slightly envy him for going to MICA, but it's a fading jealousy. I don't envy the tuition costs, material costs, the area he'll be in. The campus is on the good side of Baltimore, but it's dead on the border of the bad side. Bitch face told me that she had her car broken in to twice. She has that expensive stereo system in her car, I'm not entirely surprised. In comparisson to VCU, it's more cheaper to go to VCU since the tuition is only $18,000 for out of state and $6000 for in state. I don't think I could return to that area. I grew up in that area until I finished kindergarten. I lived on base, but there was nothing else around it. It was literally buttfuck nowhere. Going back to the topic at hand; I quickly read through the article, and the biggest mistake the girl made was not fully thinking it through. Yes, it's great that she followed her dreams, but how far can a particular section i art take you? A person can't honestly make a living screen printing I (heart) DC shirts for the rest of their lives.

11:54 AM

I just got home from class. I've finished my last math class ever (hopefully). Yay! Now I'm sleepy. Maybe a nap is in order.

fier

Today was such BS. I went to my final critique for my design II class, and everyone pretty got their asses handed to them, me being one of them. I think this Red Bull project was such bad timing. Prof Maddox wanted extavagent from poor college students with very little time. Does she realize that this is finals week. The worst part was that David Berman, of all people, got praised. Why am I so angry, you ask? BECAUSE HE DIDN'T DO THE PROJECT! He took cardboard and covered it with cans. Plus he used other props that took away from the whole point of the project. He didn't sculpt anything. What the hell! IF he gets an A, you know I'm going to be verbally pissed. You better believe that I'll be running my mouth!

Speaking of Berman, I came into class early and her was there working on his project. I was hoping that he wouldn't see me. Unfortunately he did. He came over, trying to talk to me. I had my iPod on, and I took out my math book to continue studying for tomorrow's exam. He was saying something to me, but I couldn't hear. He started walking circles around me, literally, for a good 5 minutes. I felt like I was being preyed upon by a lion. I wanted to throw my chair at him. Just one more day, I keep reminding myself. Then hopefully I'll never have to deal with him again!

three part three

I don't know why I even bother. My mom just came in to my room, asking for the receipt so she can return the earrings I got for her for mothers day. She does this all the time. Why can't it be the thought?! Note that none of us have the money to get anything extravagant, but she still wants it. Yet she's the first one to complain about money problems! EVERY.TIME. "Where's the receipt? Where did you put the receipt? Are you hiding the receipt, give it to me." It's always "I don't like it, because (insert some dumbass excuse here)." When she asked me for the receipt again, I rolled my eyes and gave his beyond annoyed look. I hope she understands that this will be the last time I buy her anything. Next time my dad asks me to help him pick out a present for her, I will tell him straight up, "why bother? She's just going to return it the next day!" She claims that she doesn't care if anyone greets her on her birthday or on holidays, and doesn't get her anything. She'll just bitch about for the next 10 years.

Sometimes I wish my mom would realize that it's the thought that counts, not the amount of money spent on the present. Why can't she just be greatful for what she has, not what she doesn't have. We had this discussion earlier, while watching "Extreme Makeover: Home Edition". She was complaining about how she had a bigger house, with a bigger kitchen and a bigger everything. About 2 minutes later she proceeded to say that she was happy with our current house. No she isn't. When she goes on a rant like that, she's obviously hinting at something that WE as a family cannot obtain. I understand that she was a spoiled brat when she was a child; always getting new clothes, custom clothes, new everything. Her family had money. Keyword is "had". We don't necessarily have that luxury, even if we did we should put it towards something bigger and better than a new piece of jewelery, or a designer purse.

I wish she would realize how much it hurts my dad and I when she IMMEDIATELY asks for the receipt after we give her the present. She has so much, more than any person could ask for. Her daughter doesn't hate her, she has a loving husband that provides her with everything that he can...I don't get it?! Why isn't it ever enough for my mom?! This whole country is going through a recession, and it is not wise to splurge every dollar you have on a new something. I'm just greatful that I have a house, a car, my family, the clothes on my back, to be able to have food on the table, my camera, drawing supplies, and my imagination. How many people now a days can say that?

Drei part dalwa

Let me just say....

MY COUSIN BRANDON'S THE SHIT!!!

My dad just came back from the omgwtfBBQ at my aunt's house, and he filled me in on the family gossip. He told me that a two month old problem was rehashed once again; a picture that I posted of my grandpa sleeping. Basically he told off our two uncles and my aunt. What he said was that they were too hard on me. I kept this between the family and for them to all of a sudden jump on my back was too much. One of my uncles told him once again to watch what he's saying, and who he's talking to, and saying that I was being too disrespectful and I also need to watch what I say. My cousin defended me by saying that I didn't say a single word, I made a silent commentary about how I feel towards our grandfather; about how all of us feel. The family began to get uncomfortable, trying to silence him. My cousin continued by saying his piece about our grandfather's presence in our loves growing up, and for them to all of a sudden say "MY father..." this, and,"MY father..." that, was more or less hypocritical. He also reminded them that they need to watch who they're talking to; WE are NOT little children anymore.

On the other hand, my family felt the need to report this back to my dad. They were hoping that my dad would be on their side. Much to their surprise, my dad had this to say to all of them: "I'm going to tell you all what I told her. 'Don't worry about what they're saying, and what they said about you. You didn't do anything wrong, your mom and I don't think you did anything wrong. You have bigger things to worry about. Don't let it get to you.'" That was that.

I still don't apologize for my actions. I'm an artist; they know that. I don't expect everyone to agree with my point of view, but don't you dare try to silence me! The minute anyone tries to stop me, you better believe I will come back fighting!

Tatlo

The people demand updates. And by people, I mean one person hahaha!

So, this is finals week. Shit. I'm freaking out, despite my mantras of calming down. The good news is that I finished the Red Bull project, developed the pictures, and finished the notes. The bad news is; I still have finals.

To recap this eventful week...where to start...

Wednesday

I spent the morning debating whether or not to drive to Towson for 5 minutes, and drive back home. I decided to skip on on class. It wasn't worth the drive or the gas. I didn't miss anything; we would be working on our Red Bull projects. I get to MC and it's utter chaos. I catch up with some people and I run into Dawn. She goes from stressed to happy to see me to irritated. She tells me that there's already a fiasco with the programs. My name was initially in it, and she was hoping people wouldn't catch on til much later. Jess was doing the final check before sending it to MC Copies, and crossed my name out. Dawn flipped out and it was already too late to stop the printing. Daniela and I spent the rest of the afternoon running from the PAC to the music building, back to the pack. I decided that it was smarter to just hang out in the PAC. I sat around the audience watching the reggae band practice. That's when things began to fall apart. Dawn was flipping out, because people lost or forgot their music (jeeze, what else is new). Amadou called up saying that he wouldn't make it to the concert. He had good reason to miss it; his wife had to be rushed to the ER earlier and it was a bad situation. People were late to practice, and the initial rehearsal began 2 hours late. This was the first time I've seen Dawn flip out on Diana. In my 4 years of being world ensemble, I've never seen that!

Andrew and Juhi joined me in the audience, and we watch Dawn kick Andy out of two pieces AND take his solo away! She has never done this in the history of WE. I tried taking pictures and doing homework while rehearsal fell apart. I know I say this every year, but I honestly thought that Dawn was going to call off the concert this year. It seriously has NEVER been this bad! People were late, disappearing left and right. Sehe made phone calls cursing at people. I don't understand why people don't take this seriously. I run to the back and hide out, so I don't feel the wrath of Dawn. On a side note, we had this idea of filming each other for a day. It'll be called "The Real World: Montgomery College". We wanted real drama, and someone suggested that I film during concert day. I also wanted to document it with pictures, but I'm sure I would've gotten my ass handed to me if I had captured some pictures of Dawn flipping out. Not to mention on video!

Anyways, I hang out in the green room for a while until Flora and I go on a mission to find someone who can corn row. After a good half hour hanging out, I was told that the girls have to move their stuff to the upstairs dressing room. I walk to the stage to take more pictures instead. Walking back I run into Carla, who was freaking out on the phone. I stood stil for a moment, staring at her to see if she would catch on. She looks up and spots me, starts screaming, and hangs up on the person. She kept telling me over and over how I really made her day. I move my stuff upstairs to the green room and hang out with the girls. Flora had another crisis; she had no idea what she was going to wear, and her clothes were wrinkled. Carla and I set out the outfit she should wear, and seeing as how Flora doesn't have much experience ironing, I took over. She set the iron too high, and it began to melt parts of the skirt. On top of the ironing, Dawn summoned me and explained that the hired photographer had to bail. I was now in charge of taking photos. I had the most obscure view, but I took some decent pictures. Here's where things got even more interesting; the show had just started and the orchestra was doing a piece. Everyone was in place, ready to go except...the clarinet player. Everyone ran around searching for this guy named Ben. I've seen him around, and he's really slow. By the time Jess and I found him, we were already 5 minutes into the show. He comes in looking confused, and we tell him that he was supposed to be on stage 5 minutes ago. He doesn't seem to comprehend the seriousness of hte situation. Dawn is still running around screaming, and I tell her that we found him. He walks by as she's still flipping out, and yells at him. He says that he still has to get his clarinet upstairs. Basically we started a good 10 minutes late. The show went well; the girls and I got to be silly on stage and back. Even Dawn joined in on the sillyness. I saw the final set up for the show, and I noticed that Latin band had three songs in a row. That meant three songs in a row that I would be dancing and singing in heels! Ugh...I survived the show, but I immediately kicked off my shoes as soon as the curtain closed. My feet were killing me. This was going to be her last WE for a year, so I told her that all will be well and chill. It's amazing how much exposure we're receiving, and how legit it's become. When I joined, it was just an after school club. We had the worst stage to perform on, but we always drew in a huge crowd. Now it's escalated to an actual class, we get to perform in the main concert stage (very prestegious), we're getting invited to perform at other schools and events, have a program with Wheaton high school, AND *drumroll* we're being turned into a tv show on MC tv!

We did the traditional drum circle after the show. It was a huge jam session. Dawn laughed as we raided the instrument closets. We danced for a good hour, and then it was time to clear out. I said my goodbyes to Dawn, and told her to enjoy her sabatical. Basically I had to say goodbyes to a lot of people. I found out that 3 of my friends are transfering to the Baltimore area; I swear Baltimore is the new Rockville. David is going to MICA. I told him that he's a lucky bastard, but at hte same time he's going to have a hell of a time paying back student loans. They gave him a $25, 000 scholarship, but it won't even cover half of the tuition, room and board (if he stays up there), and supplies. I was told that it was good that I didn't go to MICA. From the two people that I've met who were alumnus of MICA, it didn't seem like life was panning out for them. What would that had said about me. Plus I was told all the freaks of the art freaks go there. I eat sleep, breathe, LIVE art, but they take it to the extremes. They take porno and argue how it's artistic. This girl in my drawing II class told me that she went there for a seminar for a class at Towson, and this guy presented his project; himself masterbating to his art. Yeah...awesome... Juhi got accepted to the Peabody Institute, which is amazing. She gets to pursue her love of music. Rob will be doing the same at UMBC. He'll be joining Kevin, Sarah, and Javi. Flora is going to Berklee College of Music in Boston, and Andrew is going to the New School for Jazz and Contemporary Music in NYC. This will give us an even better reason to initiate our road trip ideas. After the after party, Carla, Ava, and I went to McYucks to hang out a little longer. We played catch up, and they told me about their love lifes and their problems. I think the highlight of the night was "I LOOK LIKE A MAN!!!" That was from Ava, ahahaha!

I've been in hiding after the concert. I needed to get back into the warkaholic mode, and start studying for finals. I couldn't believe that this is already finals week. I can't believe that I am about to finish my first semester at Towson. I was invited to some house parties over the weekend, but there's no way I was going to make it. It's not a smart idea to party when it's finals week. I'm also praying to God that I get this job at Home Depot. It'll be much better than working at Cold Stone. Although I was supposed to be a cake decorator, sales have been down in that department, and I've wasted too much time waiting. Anyways, the time is now 6:11 pm. Time to get back to studying.

Dos part deux

Freaking out on so many levels.
1. Concert is tomorrow*! I have yet to get my dress ready for the show. I have the shoes ready, but not the dress. I have to figure out my hair and make up. I can't wait to see the ladies tomorrow! The only problem is...
2. I HAVE CLASS TOMORROW! I'm trying to think of many possibilities to leave class early. I have to turn in my organic pagoda, and get my grade for the Marisol Escobar project. I'm going to have to talk to professor Maddox when I get there early. Maybe she can just give me my grade, and I can turn this in without attending class.
3. Finals begin next week. No other explanation needed.
4. I'm trying to find a professional film camera. It's a pain in the ass. I'm getting stressed out from searching online. Why are film cameras becoming so obsolete?!

By the end of next week, my hair will be white. I will look like a hybrid of Cruela DeVille and Sweeney Todd.

















































*I pray to God that no one reads this today. I will performing in the concert tomorrow, thus the mad freak out. I'm still stuck on some of the music. I hope I don't screw this up.

Dos

Bored in geography. Very bored. So bored that I want to hurl myself down the lecture hall steps. They're not steep; I would be bruised, but it would bring some amusement/entertainment to this class.

I've designated this week as my freak out week. Yesterday was my design II critique. Friday will be my unofficial drawing critique. Wednesday is the world ensemble concert that I promised to attend. I have how many exams to study for; I think they're next week. Oh shit. I'm not ready. I have that stupid Red Bull project to work on. I have a brilliant idea to add on to my original design, but it would require more cans. Damn. I don't drink Red Bull. I don't drink crack drinks period. I'm contemplating using those ginger ale cans in the garage, but that would require drinking all of them. I don't have enough time or the stomach to drink all of those. Maybe it'll be a series this will be part one.

It's crucial that I attend the WE concert. I think I'll have to leave class early tomorrow. It's not like I'm going to miss anything. I have to make sure I dress up for; keep the tradition going! I'm now talking to Cedric,and he informs me that he'll be getting the "Mark, Tom, and Travis Show" design tattooed. Dude, THAT has to be the worst idea in the world. I thought the emo robot was pretty dumb, but in comparison to this, the robot looks cooler. I feel like this will be a regrettable tattoo in the long run. The way I see band tattoos, I feel they're just like getting your boyfriend or girlfriend's name tattooed on you. You think it's a great idea, until you break up. Then you're screwed. I think the idea of tattoos should be an expression of art. People now a days get them because they're cool. I recall one instance in high school, senior year. Once every girl had turned 18, they all ran to Inkers and got a generic tramp stamp. If you're going to get a tattoo, get something super meaningful, not because "it was so cute and pretty!!!1111" People change their opinions on things everyday. One minute this could be "ZOMG!!!!! THIS IS MY SONG!!! THIS.IS.MY.SONG!," to, "'eh, I don't like it anymore." I think band tattoos are just as common as the nautical star, pin up girl, flower, tribal band, etc. It's been done. Tattoos were meant to be body art, so get something super original. To ask something like that is a rare thing, everything's generic. That's enough of my editorial on tattoos. Tomorrow...we'll see what triggers my opinionated senses.

science fiction double feature. doctor x will build a creature...
I don't know why, but that song has been in my head for how long. The time is now 10:39 am. Why did the font just suddenly change? I should probably end this for now, so I can get out of here.

One

I had several ideas of what I wanted to do with this. I recently fell back into the meaningless void that is blogging during the wee hours of the morning (thanks INSOMNIA™!), so I felt like this would be a more consistant way to get my thoughts cleared.

My original intent for this blog was to make my "Dear Anonymous..." journal go electronic. As I was reviewing old entries from years past, I realized that there was some case sensitive information in some of them. Common sense says that I should keep it as is; a private journal. I was considering getting a Twitter, but I don't think that I'm ADD or OCD enough to really change my status every 3 seconds. I still don't get the whole concept of twitter; what does it do besides let the public know that you're currently in the bathroom with explosive diarrhea, and you think you may have contracted the swine flu, all while brushing your teeth? I can see this going down in flames the way myspace did. Speaking of myspace, I think I'll just take a few excerpts from that blog to add to this.

I'm about to complete my first semester at Towson University (huzzah) as a double major in photography (fine arts) and graphic design. Thanks to this, I am beyond broke. I've met some cool people along the way, and unfortunately I have to deal with that one socially awkward person who won't shut up OR leave you alone. Seriously, I thought that I had escaped this when I left MC?! Despite my apprehension of leaving my comfort zone, I had to admit that I love where I'm at (NOT BALTIMORE), and I love what I'm doing. It's not the art school I had originally pictured myself in, but I feel like my parents and I both got what we wanted.

(RANDOM SHOUT OUT: HI DREAMER!!!!)

I can sort of say that punk ass is gone, but not entirely. That portion of my life will always be apart of me. Through the years I've definitely made some enemies. The point is that I have grown up over there years, and people need to realize that there is life after high school. Part of my growing up phase is that I've become very brash and sarcastic. Some people need that proverbial slap in the face, some times even a literal one. Stop feeling sorry for yourself and go do something with your life. Newsflash: no one cares if you were the most popular person in school, the most attractive, captain of whatever team, how punk rock, goth, stoner, gansta you were. None of that matters. If you keep living your life based upon those standards, then you're in trouble. Congratulations, your life is officially fucked! Another thing that I've noticed is that I have very low tolerance for bullshit. Going back to Towson's answer to MC's socially awkward; this guy was premed, but obviously couldn't handle it. He entered the art major thinking it was an easy task. He's just another unmotivated, no talent, waste of space rich kid that took the place of someone more deserving. Honestly I wouldn't question my grades if I just sat there voicing out my opinions on how I think "this (project) is bullshit!" Dude, how about you reconsider the art major? Because like the premed major, this isn't panning out for you, either.

The good news is that the workaholic is back. The bad news; the workaholic is back. I do miss the days when I could just hang out with everyone, and still get my work done on time. Now a days I don't have that luxury. I feel bad for missing concerts, recitals, etc, but the work never stops. The good news is that I have 2 weeks of school left. The bad news is that the work is going to kill me. It's going to be an overwhelming 2 weeks, but this too shall pass.

To add to the already overwhelming ordeal that is my life, I am currently looking for another job. The one I have now isn't panning out, and I am a heart beat away from beating down a customer with the ice cream spade! While talking to Dreamer, she told me of a Hot Topic hiring at Wheaton mall. No way. I already applied before (5 years ago to be exact) and I didn't think the application process alone was worth it. The manager at the time explained that the last page was crucial; "we want you to be creative with this. draw all over it, cover it with glitter, whatever. you also have to explain why you shoud get this job." Uh huh...so what you're saying is that I have to beg with glitter and pretty pictures...yeah....The only creativity that's needed in that store is to trick another scene kid into buying those ridiculous $50 bondage pants. I'm not going to lie, I used to buy those back before I had any common sense, and my current DIY ethic. Nothing screams "street cred" like overpriced pants with useless straps.

Seeing as how I have to wake up at the buttcrack of dawn to trek to Towson for class at 8:00 AM, I should get some sleep before INSOMNIA™ takes over.