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Dear god. I had 2 drinks before I went to bed last night just so I could take the edge off my stressful week and sleep peacefully, and of course I woke up this morning feeling like something crawled up into my skull and took a shit. It seems like alcohol agrees with me less and less as I get older.
So now I have this slight headache/congested head feeling and I cannot process information or motivate myself to do homework at all. My english professor assigns the most asinine homework assignments ever on an almost daily basis and it is really hard for me to make myself do them when I feel good, let alone when I cannot think of anything I would rather do less, like right now. The assignment for this weekend is to read 17 pages in our writing textbook about how to write proper paragraphs and then write at least two paragraphs on "what I learned and what is still unclear". This sounds alot easier than it actually is, at least for me, because reading the book is the mental equivalent of sloughing knee-deep through wet concrete and writing about it is just plain boring and painful. I also have a significant amount of homework for one of my other classes that I don't even want to look at right now. gah.
I'm going to view an apartment tomorrow and I really really really hope it's "the one", because I'm sick of playing the apartment search game. I've already called about a dozen and looked at two, both of which I did not like. The first one was nice but it had carpet and no closet space, and the second one was just a shithole.
A few weeks ago I called about one and the manager was a grade-A certified psychopath. After telling me that they had no apartments available in the building I was interested in (despite the fact that they had listings for that building posted on craigslist that day), she proceeded to try to push me into viewing apartments on the other side of town from the ones I was interested in, and then grilled me for EXTREMELY personal information that was really none of her fucking business, especially considering that we had already established that I was not interested. She asked me how much I made each month, what I did for a living, where I worked, where my significant other worked and how much he made, how long we had been together, etc. I have only rented out 2 apartments prior to this but I don't recall the landlords EVER asking me that kind of stuff aside from the where do you work question, that's the kind of information you put on the application and the lease when you are in the process of actually procuring the apartment, NOT when you are just calling to inquire about one that isn't even available. I must have sounded visibly irritated by the end of the call because she proceeded to tell me "well we ask these kinds of questions because we dont want you to get the apartment and then not be able to pay for it" in this totally condescending tone. She then proceeded to ask me if I thought I would pass the credit check and I snapped, "well, I don't have bad credit and I've rented out apartments before and it's never been a problem." In hindsight I should have told her to fuck off and hung up, but alas. After getting off the phone with her I was sure that even if there were apartments available in the building I wanted I would not want to live there with her as a landlord because she was such a pushy intrusive cunt, I figured she would have picked up on that and thought she would leave me alone but of course she didn't. The next day she called me and left this really vaugue voicemail where she conveniently left out her name and the name of the building she was referring to and said that she was calling about an apartment I was interested in. I recognized her voice and was pissed off and officially convinced that she was a total nutcase, so I saved the number she called from in my phone under "DO NOT ANSWER!" Two days later I get another call from a number I do not recognize. Out of principle I always let numbers I don't recognize go to voicemail, and when I check my voicemail lo and behold it is her associate from another building across town that I am equally uninterested in, trying to push apartments from that building onto me. What the fuck. A few days after THAT incident she called me one last time and left this long, rambling message on my voicemail, reiterating that they had apartments in every building the property management owns, except of course the only one I stated I was interested in. christ! I almost called her and told her that she was seriously creeping me out and I was not going to live in any of their properties and that I would really appreciate it if she would stop calling me, but I figured that might exaserbate the situation. Thankfully I have not heard from her since, maybe she finally got point. jeez!
So now I have this slight headache/congested head feeling and I cannot process information or motivate myself to do homework at all. My english professor assigns the most asinine homework assignments ever on an almost daily basis and it is really hard for me to make myself do them when I feel good, let alone when I cannot think of anything I would rather do less, like right now. The assignment for this weekend is to read 17 pages in our writing textbook about how to write proper paragraphs and then write at least two paragraphs on "what I learned and what is still unclear". This sounds alot easier than it actually is, at least for me, because reading the book is the mental equivalent of sloughing knee-deep through wet concrete and writing about it is just plain boring and painful. I also have a significant amount of homework for one of my other classes that I don't even want to look at right now. gah.
I'm going to view an apartment tomorrow and I really really really hope it's "the one", because I'm sick of playing the apartment search game. I've already called about a dozen and looked at two, both of which I did not like. The first one was nice but it had carpet and no closet space, and the second one was just a shithole.
A few weeks ago I called about one and the manager was a grade-A certified psychopath. After telling me that they had no apartments available in the building I was interested in (despite the fact that they had listings for that building posted on craigslist that day), she proceeded to try to push me into viewing apartments on the other side of town from the ones I was interested in, and then grilled me for EXTREMELY personal information that was really none of her fucking business, especially considering that we had already established that I was not interested. She asked me how much I made each month, what I did for a living, where I worked, where my significant other worked and how much he made, how long we had been together, etc. I have only rented out 2 apartments prior to this but I don't recall the landlords EVER asking me that kind of stuff aside from the where do you work question, that's the kind of information you put on the application and the lease when you are in the process of actually procuring the apartment, NOT when you are just calling to inquire about one that isn't even available. I must have sounded visibly irritated by the end of the call because she proceeded to tell me "well we ask these kinds of questions because we dont want you to get the apartment and then not be able to pay for it" in this totally condescending tone. She then proceeded to ask me if I thought I would pass the credit check and I snapped, "well, I don't have bad credit and I've rented out apartments before and it's never been a problem." In hindsight I should have told her to fuck off and hung up, but alas. After getting off the phone with her I was sure that even if there were apartments available in the building I wanted I would not want to live there with her as a landlord because she was such a pushy intrusive cunt, I figured she would have picked up on that and thought she would leave me alone but of course she didn't. The next day she called me and left this really vaugue voicemail where she conveniently left out her name and the name of the building she was referring to and said that she was calling about an apartment I was interested in. I recognized her voice and was pissed off and officially convinced that she was a total nutcase, so I saved the number she called from in my phone under "DO NOT ANSWER!" Two days later I get another call from a number I do not recognize. Out of principle I always let numbers I don't recognize go to voicemail, and when I check my voicemail lo and behold it is her associate from another building across town that I am equally uninterested in, trying to push apartments from that building onto me. What the fuck. A few days after THAT incident she called me one last time and left this long, rambling message on my voicemail, reiterating that they had apartments in every building the property management owns, except of course the only one I stated I was interested in. christ! I almost called her and told her that she was seriously creeping me out and I was not going to live in any of their properties and that I would really appreciate it if she would stop calling me, but I figured that might exaserbate the situation. Thankfully I have not heard from her since, maybe she finally got point. jeez!
I was sooo not ready to go back to school today. I didn't even realize that today was the first day of the term until about 11 p.m. yesterday night when I decided to double-check my schedule online. For some reason I thought the term started tomorrow. Had I not double checked I would have slept through my classes today, and that would have been a bad way to start out.
On another school-related note, I am really tired of shelling out $80 + for one stupid textbook. Last term one of my professors let it slip that the school bookstore marks up textbooks like 50 - 80%, and I've been determined not to spend a dime there ever since. I find it totally horrifying and reprehensible that an academic institution would gauge students, who generally have very little money anyways, in that manner. So this term I am ordering all my books online. I saved about $100 by doing so even though I am paying out the ass for expedited shipping. And then at the end of the term I will sell them back to the bookstore, albeit for probably a quarter of what I paid for them, but whatever.
Since everyone is being all introspective and reflective about the last year I may as well jump on the bandwagon although I'm a bit late. 2005 was good, for the most part. I moved out of Portland to Seattle, which I feel was the best decision I have made for myself in the last three years, easily. I maintained and continue to maintain the best relationship I've ever had, and I kicked ass at school and got a 4.0. Some bad stuff happened too, but it was mild in comparison to the few years previous, and I feel like I actually learned from those experiances, which means that nothing negative that happened was in vein. I think that the biggest thing I realized this year is that shit happens. You can either dwell on it and obsess over things and people that you cannot and will not ever be able to change, or you can try to put it into perspective, learn from it, and apply it to similar things that may come up in the future instead of falling into the same fucked up pattern again. If I had realized this 3-4 years ago I would have been alot happier, but that's irrelevant. I know it now and I feel like it's a small but significant step.
As for New Years Resolutions, I generally don't make those, but this year I'm going to make an effort to read more books, cut back on the pot, cook at home more so I don't spend so much money on takeout and eating at retaurants, and maybe start some tattoo work on my arms. I could do more but I feel that is sufficient for now
Hope you all had a good Christmas/Hanukkah/Kwanzaa/whatever and that 2006 is awesome for you.
On another school-related note, I am really tired of shelling out $80 + for one stupid textbook. Last term one of my professors let it slip that the school bookstore marks up textbooks like 50 - 80%, and I've been determined not to spend a dime there ever since. I find it totally horrifying and reprehensible that an academic institution would gauge students, who generally have very little money anyways, in that manner. So this term I am ordering all my books online. I saved about $100 by doing so even though I am paying out the ass for expedited shipping. And then at the end of the term I will sell them back to the bookstore, albeit for probably a quarter of what I paid for them, but whatever.
Since everyone is being all introspective and reflective about the last year I may as well jump on the bandwagon although I'm a bit late. 2005 was good, for the most part. I moved out of Portland to Seattle, which I feel was the best decision I have made for myself in the last three years, easily. I maintained and continue to maintain the best relationship I've ever had, and I kicked ass at school and got a 4.0. Some bad stuff happened too, but it was mild in comparison to the few years previous, and I feel like I actually learned from those experiances, which means that nothing negative that happened was in vein. I think that the biggest thing I realized this year is that shit happens. You can either dwell on it and obsess over things and people that you cannot and will not ever be able to change, or you can try to put it into perspective, learn from it, and apply it to similar things that may come up in the future instead of falling into the same fucked up pattern again. If I had realized this 3-4 years ago I would have been alot happier, but that's irrelevant. I know it now and I feel like it's a small but significant step.
As for New Years Resolutions, I generally don't make those, but this year I'm going to make an effort to read more books, cut back on the pot, cook at home more so I don't spend so much money on takeout and eating at retaurants, and maybe start some tattoo work on my arms. I could do more but I feel that is sufficient for now
Hope you all had a good Christmas/Hanukkah/Kwanzaa/whatever and that 2006 is awesome for you.
Hello,
OK so yeah, let's just get it out of the way. I changed my name. OK? Cool.
I haven't updated since like September. You havent missed anything. School started and the term is over in almost exactly a month. I'm hoping for a 4.0 this term and I think it's totally possible provided that I do not bomb a certain final. It seems like it could go either way, so cross your fingers for me. I am pretty stressed because I have alot of homework and 2 long papers due over the next two weeks, but after that it should be smooth sailing with the exception of that one final.
Went to Portland for the first time in like three months last weekend. It was stressful due to car problems and was exaserbated by the fact that I didn't want to spend my entire weekend there in the first place. It ended up being alright but I didn't sleep well which made it reeeeaally hard to get up on Monday. But, as much as I hate Portland, it is totally undeniably gorgeous during Fall. I shot a set with London. Her doggies are way cute.
OK, so I I'm watching this commercial for Kraft Cheese Crumbles where they ripped off the "Unbelievable" song by EMF and changed the chorus to "They're CRUMBelieveable", and basically altered the entire song so it applies to synthetic wads of cheese. Advertising is so bizarre and evil.
I'm drawing a total blank and I just provided running commentary on a fucking cheese commercial so I think I'll shut up right about now. ta.
OK so yeah, let's just get it out of the way. I changed my name. OK? Cool.
I haven't updated since like September. You havent missed anything. School started and the term is over in almost exactly a month. I'm hoping for a 4.0 this term and I think it's totally possible provided that I do not bomb a certain final. It seems like it could go either way, so cross your fingers for me. I am pretty stressed because I have alot of homework and 2 long papers due over the next two weeks, but after that it should be smooth sailing with the exception of that one final.
Went to Portland for the first time in like three months last weekend. It was stressful due to car problems and was exaserbated by the fact that I didn't want to spend my entire weekend there in the first place. It ended up being alright but I didn't sleep well which made it reeeeaally hard to get up on Monday. But, as much as I hate Portland, it is totally undeniably gorgeous during Fall. I shot a set with London. Her doggies are way cute.
OK, so I I'm watching this commercial for Kraft Cheese Crumbles where they ripped off the "Unbelievable" song by EMF and changed the chorus to "They're CRUMBelieveable", and basically altered the entire song so it applies to synthetic wads of cheese. Advertising is so bizarre and evil.
I'm drawing a total blank and I just provided running commentary on a fucking cheese commercial so I think I'll shut up right about now. ta.
I really have nothing of value to say, I just feel the need to update
Right now I am eating some delicious pasta with sauce and watching Maury Povich. shut up, I know. The theme of today's Maury is: "Send my oversexed teen to boot camp!" From what I gather thus far, a bunch of fat sniveling mothers have brought their promiscuous out-of-control fourteen year-olds on to the show in order to give them lie detector tests about how many people they've boinked and where they did so and whether or not they've been stealing money and stuff. Soon they will be turned over to about five intimidating "motivational speakers" dressed up in army fatigues and sent to boot camp, where they will be verbally degraded and made to do push-ups and jump through tires until they just can't handle it anymore. I'll bet anything that'll straighten them out! Good thinking Maury!
Call me crazy, but here is a thought: if your fourteen year-old is having unprotected sex with multiple people and stealing money from you and beating the crap out of you and such shenanigans, than maybe, just maybe, you should be held at least partially accountable for that. I mean, one could make a good argument that the reason your kid is acting so fucked up is because of some legitimate glitch in your parenting skills, and perhaps your inability to properly discipline them. Also one would think that there are more constructive ways to try to change your teenager then shipping them off to Maury Povich boot camp and having the whole thing nationally televised. Like perhaps, having them meet and spend time with teenage mothers and people who have contracted AIDS through risky unprotected sex, or maybe putting them into therapy or something. Making someone see the potential consequences of their actions rather then punishing and humiliating them with tedious, pointless work for things that have already been done makes a whole lot more sense to me, but I'm sure Maury has other, more important things to worry about, like digging up and exploiting horribly disfigured adults and children for next season!
Here is another example: a few weeks ago I was watching a different episode of Maury. It was a paternity test episode and I am a sucker for those. Anyways, they had this girl on who had been on the show like 9 different times to test potential fathers for like four out of her seven children. Maury was going on some spiel about her "brave search for the fathers of her children." Um, hello? Not knowing who fathered several of your children does not make you brave, it makes you A SHITTY PARENT AND A STUPID HUMAN BEING. One would think you would learn after, oh, I don't know, the first time you let multiple people blow their load inside you within a two-week period that maybe you should keep better track of that stuff, or maybe narrow it down a bit. But no. It takes four times. And who needs seven children anyways? Honestly, I do not get it. The entire concept of personal responsibility seems to be lost on most everyone these days.
Right now I am eating some delicious pasta with sauce and watching Maury Povich. shut up, I know. The theme of today's Maury is: "Send my oversexed teen to boot camp!" From what I gather thus far, a bunch of fat sniveling mothers have brought their promiscuous out-of-control fourteen year-olds on to the show in order to give them lie detector tests about how many people they've boinked and where they did so and whether or not they've been stealing money and stuff. Soon they will be turned over to about five intimidating "motivational speakers" dressed up in army fatigues and sent to boot camp, where they will be verbally degraded and made to do push-ups and jump through tires until they just can't handle it anymore. I'll bet anything that'll straighten them out! Good thinking Maury!
Call me crazy, but here is a thought: if your fourteen year-old is having unprotected sex with multiple people and stealing money from you and beating the crap out of you and such shenanigans, than maybe, just maybe, you should be held at least partially accountable for that. I mean, one could make a good argument that the reason your kid is acting so fucked up is because of some legitimate glitch in your parenting skills, and perhaps your inability to properly discipline them. Also one would think that there are more constructive ways to try to change your teenager then shipping them off to Maury Povich boot camp and having the whole thing nationally televised. Like perhaps, having them meet and spend time with teenage mothers and people who have contracted AIDS through risky unprotected sex, or maybe putting them into therapy or something. Making someone see the potential consequences of their actions rather then punishing and humiliating them with tedious, pointless work for things that have already been done makes a whole lot more sense to me, but I'm sure Maury has other, more important things to worry about, like digging up and exploiting horribly disfigured adults and children for next season!
Here is another example: a few weeks ago I was watching a different episode of Maury. It was a paternity test episode and I am a sucker for those. Anyways, they had this girl on who had been on the show like 9 different times to test potential fathers for like four out of her seven children. Maury was going on some spiel about her "brave search for the fathers of her children." Um, hello? Not knowing who fathered several of your children does not make you brave, it makes you A SHITTY PARENT AND A STUPID HUMAN BEING. One would think you would learn after, oh, I don't know, the first time you let multiple people blow their load inside you within a two-week period that maybe you should keep better track of that stuff, or maybe narrow it down a bit. But no. It takes four times. And who needs seven children anyways? Honestly, I do not get it. The entire concept of personal responsibility seems to be lost on most everyone these days.
Holy migraine headache Batman! I woke up this morning feeling as though someone was vigorously and carelessly fucking the shit out of my left eyesocket. Then I took two Excedrine migraine and a long hot shower and it eventually subsided to a dull and annoying yet tolerable ache. Now I am all jittery from taking caffeine-infused Excedrine on an empty stomach, but whatever, it's better than wishing for death all day.
I really have nothing to say, per usual, but here is a throughly entertaining blog I stumbled across yesterday. Start from the very bottom and read up.
I really have nothing to say, per usual, but here is a throughly entertaining blog I stumbled across yesterday. Start from the very bottom and read up.
Oh my goodness it's actually been nice and warm and sunny in Seattle for 2 days in a row. wtf.
I was going to try to find some funny or informative link to make this post not look like a total waste of space but this website for people who are sexually aroused by vomit is pretty interesting so there ya go.
I was going to try to find some funny or informative link to make this post not look like a total waste of space but this website for people who are sexually aroused by vomit is pretty interesting so there ya go.
So my significant other just got back from a week-long trip through SoCal and Tiajuana yesterday. While he was in Tiajuana he went to a strip club. Strip clubs in Tiajuana are essentially brothels, and there are quite a few transsexuals who whore themselves out amongst the genetically female strippers and prostitutes. Apparently it's hard to differentiate who is who, gender-wise sometimes. So he's sitting in this club while his friend is getting some lapdances, and in the booth a few feet away he sees this frat boy type with a chick who is obviously a male sitting on his lap. She gets up and leaves and my SO (who will be referred to as FSO for Felony's Significant Other from here on out) leans over and says to the guy:
"Hey, I don't know if that's your thing, but that is DEFINITELY a guy. Just so you know."
FRAT BOY: "Oh no way! My friend just got a blowjob from her!"
FSO: "Oh shit! He's so fucked."
*At this point said reciever of tranny blowjob (we'll call him FRAT BOY #2) comes over to the booth and sits down looking very smug and satisfied, cuz you know, it's super hard to get a blowjob in Tiajuana. Oh wait.*
FRAT BOY: "Dude, that chick who just blew you was a GUY!"
FRAT BOY #2: "No fucking way."
FSO: "She was totally a guy dude. Look at her next time she walks by."
FRAT BOY #2: "No she wasn't! She totally let me finger her asshole while she was blowing me."
FSO: "Think about what you just said. SHE LET YOU FINGER HER ASSHOLE. Guys have assholes too ya know?"
*FRAT BOY #2 sits there and puts it all together in his mind and slowly a look of horror and realization washes over his face*
I don't know what happened after that but I bet it was funny. Ahhhh Tiajuana, God's blind spot.
"Hey, I don't know if that's your thing, but that is DEFINITELY a guy. Just so you know."
FRAT BOY: "Oh no way! My friend just got a blowjob from her!"
FSO: "Oh shit! He's so fucked."
*At this point said reciever of tranny blowjob (we'll call him FRAT BOY #2) comes over to the booth and sits down looking very smug and satisfied, cuz you know, it's super hard to get a blowjob in Tiajuana. Oh wait.*
FRAT BOY: "Dude, that chick who just blew you was a GUY!"
FRAT BOY #2: "No fucking way."
FSO: "She was totally a guy dude. Look at her next time she walks by."
FRAT BOY #2: "No she wasn't! She totally let me finger her asshole while she was blowing me."
FSO: "Think about what you just said. SHE LET YOU FINGER HER ASSHOLE. Guys have assholes too ya know?"
*FRAT BOY #2 sits there and puts it all together in his mind and slowly a look of horror and realization washes over his face*
I don't know what happened after that but I bet it was funny. Ahhhh Tiajuana, God's blind spot.
*dies*
I should have known better than to drink suspiciously cheap well drinks that tasted kind of like rubbing alcohol. And I definitely should have known better than to top it all off with a big shot of jaeger. I've been sticking my head in the toilet since 6 a.m. and I think the barfing aspect of this particular hangover is done, so now I just feel shitty and weak and my head hurts.
I rarely drink to the point of intoxication anymore and every time I do I remember why I don't. Being wasted is boring and I usually get tired and fall asleep like 2 hours into it anyways.
What else is going on? I'm trying not to freak out about the fact that my tuition for Fall term is going to be almost 3 times what it normally is because I have not lived in Seattle long enough to be considered a resident yet. There are so many things I could do with that extra money that I want to do, like getting the stupid star tattoos on my stomach lasered off and taking a trip to Borneo or Thailand. Oh well.
It's Excedrin time. ta.
4:00 edit: I finally ate some food. It's staying down so far. Perhaps the worst is over...
