so random

I have netflixed Freaks and Geeks. For those who may not know, it was a short lived Judd Apatow-powered tv show that lasted for about 18 episodes in 2000 or so.

Anyway, Jason Segel is in it (the Forgetting Sarah Marshall guy) and I am finding myself developing a crush on him. He's this adorable dorky stoner, who's about six foot infinity, and he's just so damn cute. And then I remember the slightly brain scarring incident(s) of seeing his junk, like, three feet tall on the movie screen.

I need something to distract me from life right now. And the constant wishing for it to be summer isn't helping.

sneaky book

You know those books that are hollowed out inside? Where you can hide your secret documents/microfilm/crack? I was browsing about on a website that instructs you on how to make them... there are about a million comments from people, many of which suggest using bibles. Someone had this to say:

As a Bible school student, I oppose to the use of Bibles for this.

Not for moral reasons, but because my intensive interaction with them has shown me their flimsiness.

Bible pages rip waaaay too easy for this to be effective, the paper's not even thick enough to be called paper. It's like tissue paper with writing on it.

Hahaha.

Also, I think I need to make, like, fifty more of these sneaky books. Now if only I had top secret spy documents that I needed to hide.

miscellaneous, etc.

Unfortunately for humanity in general, Boulder was a tad too windy this year for the normal haze of smoke to linger over the field. You can see that it is still quite smoky. According to a Boulder newspaper, there were 10,000 people on the field this year (which seems a little high [no pun intended], but it was probably around 8,000). Ridiculous, yes?

I'm going to warn you now that this post is going to be sort of a series of thoughts as they occur to me.

M. wanted to smoke some of my pot when she got home from school today. She's a huge moocher. She rarely pitches for alcohol, and there is hardly any pot left after yesterday, because I didn't buy very much in the first place. (And I'm saving it for sometime when we go swing dancing, Ming, so I can stop trying to lead myself.)

She brought it up in such a passive way, too... Talking about how she was editing film for 8 hours and then she just casually mentions "You know what would be awesome? Some pot." As I was in the laundry room at the time, I just pretended I didn't hear her. A few minutes later, she asks me if I wanted to smoke some with her. I said that I had some homework to do so I couldn't. A couple minutes after that, she asks how much pot I had left, and when I told her "not much," she waits another minute before asking if I would mind if she smoked some. I just said "Uh, kind of, yeah." And went back to my room.

Two more weeks left of school. I have very little schoolwork left. I need to write my screenplay but I have it mostly plotted out in my head already, and my prof seemed to like my idea, so yay! I only have three finals, too. One of them could possibly end up being take-home, too.

I still need to call my insurance company about my no-proof-of-insurance ticket. I should really see what I need to do with that.

This afternoon, I was sitting around, watching What Not To Wear, and I decided I wanted to go look around at some of the 29th St. shops. I'm browsing around Francesca's, collecting a nice little pile of things to try on, and one of the employees starts a dressing room for me. My phone beeps, and it is an alert for my Ireland study abroad orientation. It's at 6, and my phone goes off at 5:45. I leave the shop damn quickly, sprint to my car, and nearly kill a biker in my mad dash to get to campus. While I'm speeding up there, I call my friend Jenni to ask her to look up the location of my meeting for me because I don't know where I'm going. I park on campus, run to the building and find the room. I try to open the door as stealthily as possible (because I found out from Jenni that the meeting starts at 5) and ask some guy sitting right next to the door if I'm in the Ireland meeting. He tells me "no," so I do that embarrassed slow-door-closing-and-backing-out thing. I call Jenni again to make sure I heard the room number right, which I did. I then proceed to find a computer in the building, and I log into my e-mail, only to discover that the meeting is, in fact, tomorrow. (Ming, it's probably good that we decided against Kimya Dawson tomorrow because I wouldn't be able to go.)

I felt like quite an ass.

Anyway, I bought a dress with pockets at Francesca's, which, if I buy leggings between now and Wednesday, I will likely wear to the Stars concert in order to attract an impossibly awesome hipster-type boy.

So how are you guys?

p.s.: Gossip Girl is fecking amazing. I really love this show. Blair is awesome, and Jenny deserves her wrath. Also, Nate/Chuck/Dan = very attractive.

if you didn't know me, this would seem highly unusual

(from this week's PostSecret)


If ever there was incentive for me to stay out of prison, this is it.

the world really makes me sad sometimes

http://youtube.com/watch?v=VBJCkoc-ZSY&feature=related

This is a segment from a BBC series about teen obsession with body image, etc.

There are so many problems with the mother and the daughter in this, I don't even know where to begin.

The mother makes me want to puke for all the vicarious living she is trying to do through her child. She seems to have instilled in the daughter that beauty is the only important thing in the world. The daughter even says in almost these exact words "If you're not pretty, people don't want to be friends with you, because people will think you're ugly." Yet the girl who gets extensions and spray tans and fake nails is getting picked on at school...

Parents these days are horrible, as people in general, and especially in their capacity to raise children.

It's so sad and so awful.

I'm really enjoying this song

Download it, and enjoy it too. I wish it didn't have the talking at the beginning/end, but the middlest part is lovely. 

http://www.sendspace.com/file/ut2uv2

Kimya Dawson- "I Like Giants"

last post today, I swear.

Fun phrases for you guys... I learned some delightful Spanish today.

Pícala- a way of ordering someone to go faster.

Damelo duro- "give it to me harder"

Franeleo- foreplay

Boludo- Kind of like calling someone an asshole, but means more along the lines of someone with big balls.

Acabar- to have an orgasm.

Remember those phrases. They may come in handy some day. 

For such splendid phrases in other languages, I would suggest http://www.alternative-dictionaries.net

boredom, thy name is cultural anth

I think I'm going to quit school, become a bum and live off nothing but Keebler's peanut butter crackers and Coke Zero.

 And/or consume nothing but those two foods for the next several hours in order to keep myself awake and attempting to write this paper. I'm just hoping for a B on it. An A is not possible, because the description of an A paper says that it will not simply regurgitate material and that there will be an argument, as well as supporting evidence. I much prefer the type of paper in which I stretch three paragraphs worth of notes into four pages of rambling. 

I think my T.A. is too lazy to care, because that is exactly what I did on my last paper, which got a B. ...Maybe everyone else's papers were just really bad by comparison.

this week is already looking better than last week

No speeding ticket (or any ticket) on the way back to Boulder today, so the beginnings of this week are improved over the beginnings of last week. Unfortunately, there is a paper due on Thursday for which I have done nothing, and a test on Wednesday. Also possibly some other things. But at least there are only a few weeks left of school. 

I feel so absolutely, completely ready to be done with this semester. It actually reminds me strongly of my sophomore year of high school. Aside from a few small things, it's entirely forgettable. Hopefully junior year will be more exciting, and/or more similar to junior year in high school. You know, more memorable, with the added benefit of falling into some deep, lasting friendships. 

I am anticipating that soon I will learn how to post to my blog from The Fancy Phone. Which, BTW, I should really come up with a name for. I feel that most technological devices above a certain level of sophistication should have names. After all, these devices are smarter and more fun than your average child, which we insist upon naming. 

Suggestions?

good news, bad news. Mostly bad.

bad news: got a huge freaking ticket last night. Driving 76 in a 55 zone. (In my defense it was on a highway and I was not the fastest driver around) And then my insurance card was expired so I have to appear in court on May 7. Hopefully I can get that charge dropped because I do have valid insurance. And I'm gonna try my damnedest to get the speeding charge lessened if I can go to traffic school, or something. Otherwise I am so screwed. And my insurance is going to go way the feck up and my parents are going to make me pay the difference.

good news: I got into the Arcadia program, so I am fo' sho going to Ireland next semester.

bad news: the ceiling in our living room is leaking. So that's fun. And it's likely that no one will be here during the day to let the repair people in. Woo hoo.

more bad news: I have a feeling that this week is only going to get worse.

save some face... you know you've only got one

So I have an eight (8) page paper due tomorrow at 2:00. I have written a little over a page of it, and most of that was done two weeks ago. I decided to stay home from class today to work on it but keep becoming distracted somehow. It's rather irritating. 

Also, there's an Italian test tomorrow that's gonna kick my ass, because, well, I don't understand anything in that class. You'd think with my Spanish and French skills, Italian would be easy to pick up. Turns out, not so much. 

I made meat loaf last night for ANTM Wednesday... and then my favorite contestant got the boot. I was less than pleased. I will miss you, Claire, with your fierce pictures and posing. I think I will now root for Stacy Ann, despite her annoying voice. But she stays out of the drama and damn is she fierce. Or maybe Whitney, because she's doing really well in the competition, especially for a plus-size girl.

It needs to be the weekend. Right now. At least I only have two classes tomorrow. 

I will now go back to not writing my paper.

shit motherfucker fuck shit

God-diggity-damn it. All of my photos on my computer have gone missing. I have no pictures from the past, like, two and a half years. Fuck shit cock balls.

I am not happy about this. Why the hell did they get deleted?? I sure as shit didn't do it. 

In other news, look at the shoddy saran-wrap job someone did on my car as (what I assume was) an April Fool's Day prank.