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( censored )

now that I've gotten that out of my system....

how are all of you happy people?  good?  well fed? etc?

just thought I'd ask...


things have been pretty hectic for the past month or so.  I've had about a billion papers and midterms.  and swine flu.  which was actually more funny than tragic.  I think, perhaps, I had it coming considering all the jokes I kept making about it.  my dad, being the germaphobe he is, just about flipped a shit and kept trying to quarantine me off from the rest of the house.  

yeah, like that was going to help.  I'd only been coughing through the house all fucking fall break.

anywho.  so I basically spent the week watching shitty tv, eating saltines, and being called "swiney" by PJ and Austin.  

all and all, it was a glorious week.  good times were had by all.  oh yay.

so now its back to chapel hill and latin and generally wishing god would be kind, open the skies, and blow up the classics building.  sadly, I don't think that's going to happen...  I guess I'm just going to have to suck it up and wait for thanksgiving break (which is only three days.  what gives??).



its the glasses on glasses that make it for me.

CLICK ME

ugh! where has the time gone?!

today has been a strange day.

( one of my favorite poems you may peruse at your leisure )

wow.  I had kind of abandoned this hadn't I?  for shame....

I don't know.  the summer was busy and... I just can't stand the internet sometimes.  maybe that's weird of me.

I especially have this problem with facebook.  I hate that damn thing.  everyone knows what everyone is doing with the updates and the chatting and the leaving messages on walls and all that shit.

sometimes, I just don't want to be found.  I don't want to fucking chat with zillions of people.

right-o. my rant is done.....now.


anywho.

so I spent this past week in Springville, Alabama because my grandmother had to have open heart surgery due to (yet another) stroke.  it was pretty intense.  especially since there were other family members who came and we all had to try and sleep in her absurdly small trailer.  

the thing only has two bedrooms and we had to fit me, mom, PJ, Uncle Hank, David, Aunt Phillis, Aunt Sandie, and Aunt Beth all in there.  Plus Molly Bee (er, that's what I call my grandmother. don't ask..) once she was released from the hospital.


there was also this rad waiter at this Applebees in Trussville who noticed my David Bowie "Man Who Sold the World" shirt and decided to call me Ziggy Stardust for the rest of the evening.

and I saw Orphan with my cousins (HOLY SHIT!! THERE'S SOMETHING WRONG WITH ESTHER! *flees*).

erm... and that was about it.


so yeah, between that and getting shit ready for Chapel Hill this fall things have been way crazy.




okay, random but if I ever lose my leg, I want to have a giant gun leg like Cherry Darling in Planet Terror.  I just think that would kick ass....

hmm...except maybe in more clothing....



that's all I've got for now.

I make inappropriate jokes all the time.  in fact, the more inappropriate the moment, the more inappropriate the joke tends to be.  this seems to get me in trouble.  like, a lot.  I can't help it though.  it's like a natural reaction for me.

or I laugh.  which in some cases is even worse.  

it'll be like "Oh, Jane's head got blown off today"

and I just start laughing, which is awful, but I can't control it.  I just get sort of surprised and laughter is what comes out.  not crying or anything else.  I laugh my ass off.

then I make a joke about it later.

holy fucksticks do I hate the Twilight series (feel free to disagree and/or hate me for this.  I will remain firm in my loathing of shit literature).  but I saw this today on cracked.com (hilarious randomness.  I have wasted millions of hours of my life on that site) and it made me giggle.

I had a very sad moment today when I realized whenever I see some something on the internet (a quiz, video, etc) that says "Harry" in the title, I automatically assume they mean Potter.

it was a rather nerdy moment for me. 

for whatever reason I find this incredibly funny.

courtesy of Red Meat

I ruthlessly stole this from tokyo_ren

muahahaha

( *thieved* )

Okay, so I was totally jazzed because I realized in seven and a half months I will be 21. 


then I realized that I'm older than all of my friends.  so I'll have no one to go out and drink with.

this depresses me.

also, the girl in the room next to us gets up at 5:30 every morning and starts singing.  who does that?!  she's like a college aged mary poppins or maria from the sound of music or something. 

I think I might have to murder her.

has anyone noticed how shoddy those Sweethearts heart candies have gotten?

the cliche little sayings aren't even printed completely on them anymore.  So you end up with hearts saying things like "marr m", "be my (indistinguishable letters)", or "call".

or there are the ones that just look like blurs.  like you're trying to read your candy heart while drunk, and all the letters are swimming together.

I feel this is a travesty.  If I'm going to pay five bucks for candy hearts that say they love me, the "I love you" had better be legible, damnit.

right-o.  that's all I've got to say about that.

goodness me it's the NEW YEAR!  I feel as though I should be optimistic about this fact, but mostly I'm sitting here thinking "oh good lord, the semester is about to start...why?!"

at which point I cry into my bowl of cinnamon toast crunch.

which is a shame because tears kind of ruin the sugary goodness.

which reminds me.... why is cinnamon toast crunch have "the taste you can see"?  what does that mean, really?  because it has the little swirls?  so what?  so do some types of brownies.  so do.... some cheesecakes. so do lots of food.

it's really just a lame slogan if you ask me.

however, I'm not here to rant about cereal slogans.

I'm here to ramble about the holidays and what have you.

soooo....

before Christmas rolled around we went and got Gemma.  she's adorable as all get out, but my goody gumdrops is that dog BAD.  verging on evil.  but a cute kind of evil.  the kind of evil that eats your plants and shoes, and then looks up at you all "who me?"

it kills me every time.

Christmas was good.  I watched A White Christmas (which I LOVE), had delightfully warm beverages, froze my ass off listening to carolers.  good stuff.  oh, and we saw The Spirit.  which isn't Christmas-ie in the least, but was still quite entertaining.

then we had a brief mini break before new years, which was lame as hell BUT did involve alcohol.  which made the lameness about a million times more bearable.


now I'm just waiting for certain family members to hurry up and get the ( expletive ) on so life may become peaceful once more.  it's really no wonder there are more murders around the holidays.  mine drives me absolutely nuts half the time.   but yeah, we've definitely reached the togetherness threshold. 

ANYWHO.


so how were your holidays?  anything interesting happen?  horrendous holiday gifts given?  unfortunate cooking disasters?  etc?

here is a picture of our (soon to be) puppy.  Gemma is the one on the left.



awwwww cute little pudgy puppies.


( annnnnnnddd for anyone interested.... )

I'm so sad Thanksgiving break is over.  now i have a week to start cramming for all my final term papers and then bam, next week are final exams.  such shit.  such utter shit.  who planned out this schedule?  who does anything but eat and sleep during Thanksgiving break?  it's cruel to make us do so much work right after.

however, then I'll be done with this semester and be off for a whole month....

a month I'll get to spend with our NEW PUPPY!!  who we're naming Gemma.

sadly, the new semester isn't so hot though for a multitude of reasons.
1. 19 hours worth of classe (my own fault)
2. Tim, my creepy stalker ex-boyfried who has tried contacting me again recently, is TRANSFERRING HERE.

because he wasn't creepy enough.  now we're taking the stalking to a whole new level. 

)*@#&@*&(#^%&*^$#&)#(&#*@)@!*&^@&@(*^^^%#%@$!^&@*

series of expletives. 

so yeah, ode to joy. 

not. 

although I do love me some Beethoven.

there was a movie about him made in the early 90's... Beethoven Lives Upstairs.

however, nothing compares to Amadeus.  I love Mozart and all things aside that movie is GENIUS.  hats off to you Tom Hulce.

also, for all you people who were worried about Paris Hilton not having a best friend.... fret no more.  SHE HAS A NEW BFF.  OMGOMGOMG.  the glory!

(insert cough)

right-o.  that's all I've got to say for now. 

peace, love, etc, etc.

some girl on my floor is singing Jewel's "Foolish Games" so loudly and off-key I can hear her all the way down the hall, with my door closed and the fan running.  and she doesn't sing it just once.  she has the damned song on repeat.  so she gets to sing it again and again and again and again and a-fucking-gain.

it's painful.  physically painful.

I just thought you should know.

( addendum aka. The Jewel Wannabe Must Die )

I'm supposed to be writing a HUGE (and final) history paper, but I just can't seem to focus. it's killing me. I'm supposed to be writing this huge thesis paper on JFK and his assassination, etc, etc. my mind won't shut up and stay on task though. stupid stupid head.

anyway. I've signed up for classes for next semester. I'm taking classes on the history of Asia, the history of Central America, the history of Spain, romantic to modern British authors, physical anthropology (plus a lab), and spanish dos. all total, 19 hours worth of classes.

obviously I hate myself.

so...yeah, wish me luck with that.

furthermore....um, yeah I've got nothing else to add really...

am I the only person who likes Cherry Poptarts?

also, I would kill for some warm french fries right now (and a Wendy's chocolate Frosty to dip them in).


grrrr... I'm feeling angsty and stressed. I would kill for a cigarette (don't give me that look Anya).


I'm currently reading The Feminine Mystique. it's quite interesting.... I recommend it, really. it's quite important historically speaking (in regards to the women's movement of the 60's-70's and such).

right now I'm listening to "They Are Night Zombies!! They Are Neighbors!! They Have Come Back From the Dead!! Ahhhhh!" by Sufjan Stevens, but that song title was too long to put in the little "Music" box. how lame. Although that is one long song title....

kind of like the movie title Dr. Strangelove which is really Dr. Strangelove or: How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love the Atomic Bomb (which, coincidentally, is one of my favorite movies).

that's all I've got.....
( except for this, which makes me laugh )

boy have I been in a funk lately. I need something exciting to snap me right out of it.

and I should be studying right now, but I don't feel like it.

( soooo bored )

worst weekend ever.  I hate that things went the way they did. 

that whole party was horrendous.  and that is the last way I'll remember seeing one of my best friends before she leaves and her family moves.

it fucking sucks.

so I've totally been anti-social lately (as in not wanting to talk to people. not the personality disorder). I'm just so tired of... well, people. I'm tired of a lot of things, actually. but that is neither here nor there....

now to fill you in on my general goings-on and such.

last week was (blessedly) short because I had about a million midterms. first up was my Modern American History midterm (which I got a 96 on, thank you very much). then Early Modern European History (98).

no Geo Studies on Tuesday, so Carter and I got up super early and went to IHOP. which, by the way, was completely amazing. Carter being the responsible healthy one of us got eggs, ham, and toast. I got the kiddie chocolate chip pancakes (you know, where they make the smilie face with chocolate chips and whipped cream) and a side order of bacon. it was FANTASTIC. I hightly recommend it.

then I had my Cultural Anthropology midterm (she still hasn't posted the grades), my Geo Studies midterm on Thursday (96, bitches), and my Art History midterm (99).

it all went surprisingly well (considering I thought I was going to fail half of them). I'm pretty fucking proud of myself.

then I bailed out of the rest of my classes Thursday and Friday and went home where I became horribly ill.

HOWEVER, I've never read The Hobbit, and being sick gave me time to sit and read it. it kind of put me in a Tolkein mood, and now I'm reading through The Lord of the Rings trilogy (which came in handy during Geo Studies because it gave me something to do whilst my prof rambled on for over an hour).

I'm still sickish. I actually felt so horrible last night that I went to bed at 10 o'clock (after watching Pushing Daisies at 8 and OH MY GOODY GUMDROPS LEE PACE IS GORGEOUS!). which is really saying something because usually I go to bed around 2 am (or later. or earlier, depending on how you look at it).

umm... in other news it's FREEZING COLD OUTSIDE. also, Cata is leaving for Chile in 8 DAYS. I'm so horribly sad. she helps keep me sane... I'm not certain what I'll do without her for four months....

shoot myself, probably.

OH. and they're having a surprise going away party for her this Saturday, but I don't know if I want to go... not because I don't want to see her (because I do so very terribly much), but TIM (as in crazy stalker ex-boyfriend Tim) is going to be there. just thinking about seeing him again kind of makes me sick. him looking at me... me having to look at him... what if he tries to talk to me... ooh god oh god oh god I really don't want to be anywhere near him.

right so that's all for now.

carry on, citizens.

( meme anyone? )