He Doesn’t Look A Thing Like Jesus.

I’ve recently become the victim of identity theft. Extremely inconvenient, retarded, meaningless identity theft. Some idiot in Georgia needed my debit card number to buy groceries, apparently. perhaps they’d have had their own funds for doing so if they weren’t so busy figuring out how to make magnetic strips and new cards (which is all we can figure they did). Everything will be worked out, and hopefully so by the end of this week. It just really frustrates me that as far as legal action and kicking the guy in the teeth goes, there’s really nothing that can, or will, be done.

Guitar Hero III came out today. Notice that it’s quarter of five and guess what Nick and I were doing all night when I came home from work.

We threw an extremely successful party on Friday night. Not successful in terms of volume of people or anything, but in that everyone that was here was amazing and really enjoyed each other’s company. It’s also a measure of success that the next morning, none of us minded cleaning up the seemingly thousands of PBR cans scattered ’bout the house.

I gave my phone number to a cute boy at Chili’s Saturday evening. He hasn’t called yet. Neither of those are the interesting parts to the story.

“No, you believe in love, I just think that you’ve lost faith.” It’s something like that. We’re getting closer, but I still don’t think that we’ve quite got it. I feel more about love like I do about god… it might work for some people, but I really don’t see it working for me.

I got really depressed at work today. Scarily so. It seems to have faded upon getting home, but I think that it’s still sort of lingering. We’ll see about tomorrow.

I can’t wait to not have homework to do anymore. When’s May?

I never want to eat again. I don’t want to ever do anything again, to tell it true. I just can’t say that I care anymore.

Ask me in the morning, I’m sure I’ll be better again.

I’m always better in the morning.

Dopey always WAS my favorite dwarf.

“Why hasn’t he called?”
“Maybe he doesn’t like you.”

… That’s exactly what I was thinking.

I started this “blog” (I still really hate that word) at around 1230 last night, and passed the hell out in front of my computer. It is now noon of my day off and I again don’t want to do anything that I need to do. I have a feeling that my grades are probably not very good this semester. It’s a mix between senioritis and not having the energy to give a fuck when I’m supposed to.

The Internet does not help. Thus, making this much shorter than intended in the middle of last night.

I need a muse.

If Only You Could See Me Now

I am… disgruntled.

Today is my roommate’s birthday. They are currently tempting me with baked goods and alcohol and mirth, and I must refuse their temptations and remain locked up in my room finishing a midterm that is due in 12 hours, but that I must finish in about 7. This marks the first all-nighter that I’ll have ever pulled that wasn’t my own goddamn fault.

I have been trying, trying, trying with all my might to work on this for neigh on a week now. Saturday’s lack of productivity I’ll admit at least partial responsibility to. Irishmen are dangerous friends to make on a Friday night, and that one is no exception. I have spent over 8 hours working in the DPL this week, covering shifts for others along with my own. Each time, I plan fully on settling into the labbie office and cranking out at least most of the assignment before my shift is up.

Monday brought technology failures and stress of other sorts, leaving me distracted from the important assignment and focused solely on a lesser matter. Tuesday was war stories, of all kinds–Army, film, and marriage–which lasted the full two hours I was there. This evening, despite however busy I may be and the bullshit I’ve faced to get over that, I stepped in to teach a beginner Avid workshop for my lab manager because she was overwhelmed, which also lasted the full two hours of my shift.

Along side my DPL woes, I’ve had to work and go to class; pesky annoyances I’ve wished many a time would just leave me alone.

And so here it is. Pushing 11pm, I work at 7, and must finish this report and have it ready for evaluation by 12.10.

This is what I get for TRYING to be a good, honest person who tries to plan ahead for their week and be responsible for their work. I STILL end up suffering for it in the end.

I’m done bitching now, save for one thing…

Is it graduation yet?

We Can’t Be Held Responsible

We were only freshmen.

The Other Kim hand-knitted me a scarf as a birthday present, thus making her–once again–one of the greatest people I know.

You said you think I’m a square, don’t like the clothes that I wear. Y’know I really don’t care. Well, maybe sometimes.

I’m sick of being fat. Mission #234643 to change this begins tomorrow.

One of these things is not like the other ones, one of these things just doesn’t belong.

My 21st was last Tuesday, and was also pretty amazing. I have yet to look at the pictures from that evening, as I’m afraid of them, but my 4′11″ amazing, adorable, crazy, Asian roommate sang me a Backstreet Boys song (“As Long As You Love Me,” if you were curious) and it was fabulous. Meredith and Matt are stunning. “Make it count, we only have one napkin” basically sums up why I love them so much. Many more nights like this in the future, mehopes.

I’m all I wanna be, a walking study in demonology.

My mom is addicted to sauce. As in, mailing me homemade sauce that they canned this year. It’s a wonderful gift, and the house loves it, but wow. That woman likes sauce.

A riot girl, and she’s takin’ on the world.

I don’t take very good care of myself, and most days I think this is because I have no one to look good for. I often forget the reverse of this where if I don’t look good I will continue not to have anyone. I’m tired of not having anyone. I like being held when I sleep, is that so wrong?

Insecure, whatcha gonna do? Feel so small, they could step on you.

Jarod is en route back to Iraq, thus culminating years of hard work and diligence to get him there since his return. I wish him the best, and I’m going to miss his crazy ass.

Are you so strong, or is all the weakness in me?

Queen Helene’s Mint Julep Face Masque is the most relaxing skin treatment imaginable. Though nothing could ever top Noxzema when it’s 95*F outside.

I’m not alone ’cause the TV’s on.

I like this here “downtime” thing that I’ve had going for the last few hours. It’s nice. I should probably leave one of my jobs, but I don’t actually know how to do that.

Can you please remind me how to smile? I’ve lost track after a while. Is happiness so hard to get?

My birthday present to myself this year: a new tattoo.

Loves it. Loves Ben Pease.

I was out the other night, and I saw you so we had a fight.

I really need to get around to decorating this room of mine. No personality, at least none of mine. Then again, I have no personality, either, so mayhaps it’s appropriate.

Just waitin’ on the world to change.

Out.