Wake up, wake up, little sparrow.

Whew.

The closing of the semester always puts me into a state of panic. I know we're still seven weeks out, but I'm feeling the strain so much earlier this semester. The emotional roller-coaster that was [somewhat still is] the previous three weeks surely didn't help.

So. I'm trying to concentrate on the things that leave me calm/smiling/giggling/dancing-erratically-and-collapsing-on-the-floor-due-to-stubbed-toes.

I've decided - during my nightly allotted 30 minute break-time - to compile for you the things I love right this minute.

*Honeyed iced tea - Sweet and southern and oh so delightfully caffeinated!
*Mac's magnetic laptop charger cord and its inventor - I've tripped over my cord five times tonight, because I love iced tea so much. Thanks for saving my 15" high-gloss baby with your genius design!
*My own writing skills. Four hours worth of work churned out in two with no loss of quality leaves me thrilled.
*The coming concert call from MLP. By far my favorite tradition. [Circus, If You Seek Amy, Me Against the Music, and Do Something, please and thank you. Also, Touch of My Hand. If she does something interesting.]
*The scent of my pillows. Orchid + lavender = easy sleeping. [It's problematic when trying to study in bed - hence a need for caffeine, hence the tea, hence the bathroom, hence the love for the magneticord - but I'll be re-appreciating it here in a few hours.
*Darren King- You [+ tea] are keeping me awake right now. Also:


Photo by Frozen Reflections, courtesy MuteMath.com


Photo by Matt Elwood, courtesy MuteMath.com

Who does that? You do. The world thanks you.
*Jeremy Avery, for promising to make me veggie-friendly enchiladas. I live in a Mexican-food free wasteland. No bueno for a southwestern girl like me. I must have my arroz y frijoles.
*The beginning of NY Lit [minus the added course-work].
*Today being sunny, and the mysterious lift of my illness. Oddly, I was only sick during the recent cold-snap. I think I'm allergic to winter.

Back to school-related things.

Tonight's agenda:
*Short reading for STS, accompanied by a short response
*Film viewing for International Film - "Last Life in the Universe" [Japan, 2003] [Bless you, NetFlix Instant Play.]
*Sweet, sweet lavender perfumed sleep

SB was paved with good intentions.

My ass has a big chunk missing. Thanks, procrastination.

Glory! Amenah! Hallelu-yah!

I am so ready for this break. This past week has been an emotional ordeal.

Things that have made it shitty:
* WBE
* E-mail from the bio-dad
* Asshat friends and their unsolicited advice/total ignoring
* Perfect warmth followed by gale-force winds the temperature of Antarctica [fuck you too, Oklahoma]
* Snooty barista telling me I shouldn't order Earl Gray mistos. Mind your business. It's my $2.44. [If this happens one more time I will refuse to buy coffee from anyone except the following baristas: Eryn, Emily, D.A., Matt, Lisa.]
* Being thought less important than South Park
* Getting excited for a package only to find out that it wasn't my gorgeous birthday present as I had expected, but the present I had ordered for my asshat friends' birthday. [I call fail on FedEx.]
* Smelly girls making my room smell faintly of hot wings and garlic dipping sauce.

Things that are making it better:
* Asshat friend apologizing for being insensitive.
* Earl Gray misto. [Suck it, snooty nameless barista.]
* Tom Waits
* Shartel and Tacoma, aka Marcus
* Pillows smelling of orchid and lavender.
* Saltiest. Chips. Ever. [Thanks for the giggles, Chipotle.]
* iTunes Genius [Why had I not tried it out until now?! It's . . . . genius! Only, I really don't think The Ting Tings' "Fruit Machine" is anything like Tom Waits' "Dead and Lovely." Just sayin'.]
* Mom quoting "The Cowboy Way" to me. It's kinda our thing. Don't judge.
* Sister saying "shitty." Mission to corrupt is going smoothly.
* Eryn's reminding me of this guy:



Break, I'm glad you're almost here. Hello to sweet Texas heat, and the little sister, and mani/pedis, and haircut, and RockBand with the littlest brother, and pleasure reading, and the pop making me delicious vegetarian food, and baking to my heart's content, and crafting, and coming to the realization that I'm probably overworked and stressed and that no one is really being an asshat, that I'm possibly just overreacting, and calming down and returning to find that I like everyone again.

Until the 23rd hits: MIDDLE FINGERS FOR EVERYONE! WHOOOOOOOOSH!

[ :) That made me feel good.]

WBE

Thanks.

Aujourd'hui

It's today, bitches!!

Let's all try our hardest to make this the best day ever. [At least of the month.]

Hey. Fuck you. Kisses, Dani.

"Honey- I find it amusing that you pass fashion judgment on other people when you are kind of a scrub yourself. Isn't irony a scream?"

"mlp- I am a junior and have never heard of you let alone seen you, but from the look of your picture you should not be passing judgment either. If fashion is a taste issue you have bad taste. You look like a little jerk who thinks he is a bad ass but doesn't have the balls to actually be one. And I am not being a coward. That is my real profile. I just don't have a blog. That is all. Go ahead and call me a bitch. Doesn't hurt my feelings.

Ashley Nicole- I have seen you and your pretty little face on campus with your nose in the air. You dress like you're from a cliche teen movie. Very "nice and put together" Boring. And I'm sorry if my comment was "quite rude" Life isn't always nice honey. But I guess a little white girl from suburbia like you hasn't experienced a bad day in your life. Except when you didn't get elected Homecoming Queen maybe..."

"mlp- I find it quite comical that you are getting so defensive about me insulting your style when you are apparently a fan of this blog. And you sure got pissey when I gave a little dig to Miss Ashley Nicole. Wish you were fucking the RA Princess?"


Um. Wow. Really?

For the context of these comments, please go over to the Wasteland.

Who the fuck do you think you are, you ignorant hate-monger? Say what you will about me, I could not care less. And say what you will about Marcus, he's a bitch to the core and perfectly capable of putting you back into your place.

But no one, let me reiterate, NO ONE speaks like that about Ashley.

"Ashley Nicole- I have seen you and your pretty little face on campus with your nose in the air. You dress like you're from a cliche teen movie. Very "nice and put together" Boring. And I'm sorry if my comment was "quite rude" Life isn't always nice honey. But I guess a little white girl from suburbia like you hasn't experienced a bad day in your life. Except when you didn't get elected Homecoming Queen maybe..."

Let's break this comment on down, shall we?

"I have seen you and your pretty little face on campus with your nose in the air."
Pretty little face. FACT. Jealous? Nose in the air [would you rather she had a chip on her shoulder and a stick up her ass like you, miss?]. Not so. Spend five minutes with her sometime. It'll change your life. [On second thought, don't. I'm not sure you deserve to know someone as truly kind and genuine as Ashley.]

"Life isn't always nice honey"
You are right, life isn't always nice. That doesn't mean you are obligated to spread your hatred toward those who spend their every waking hour trying to make this world better/happier/friendlier/more compassionate. You wonder why life isn't always nice? It's because of twats like you.

"I guess a little white girl from suburbia like you hasn't experienced a bad day in your life. Except when you didn't get elected Homecoming Queen maybe..."
Suburban white girl. Wow. Please, let's judge people solely by the color of their skin and their socio-economic background. Because that has everything to do with a person's worth. As for her not winning Homecoming queen, it's not Ashley's fault that you're bitter about the fact that you won't even be nominated. It sounds to me like someone hates being a little fish in a small pond. Get a hobby. Do something constructive with your time instead of grumbling because there are others who are better liked than you. Perhaps if you weren't such a raging bitch, you might make a friend or two.

As for your last comment to Marcus: "Wish you were fucking the RA Princess?"
Wish you were the RA Princess he wanted to fuck?

[Insert orgasm here]

OMFG. Oh. Em. Eff. Gee.




PLUS: Homegirl was due THAT NIGHT.

That, ladies and gents, is the definition of swagger.