Heroes are weak substitutes for absent fathers.
Tue, May. 2nd, 2006, 02:39 pm
Bottom of the ninth... two finals left to go on Thursday. My Grandmother has been diagnosed with early signs of dementia. I figured that out last week when she started raving about my mother staling from her and the lady that delivered her medicine telling her she was spying on her, among other things. I'm also moving into a nice big apartment with a couple people, and I'm super-excited because we'll be right by the pool and I'll have a nice big closet for the first time in my life, as well as a lovely large bathroom. Needless to say, Ferdinand is not so happy, seeing as how the new roomies are vastly different from my last one, and he doesn't dig their "materialistic" world view seasoned liberally with Juicy Coture, Coach, and expensive dinners. Hey, it takes all kinds to make the world go 'round, and I think they're good people.... Wonderful people in fact. So the saga of Sam, Rye and Poopie will soon begin....stay tuned.
I'm also getting a vibe of extreme posessiveness from Fredinand these days...origin unknown. I think he thinks I like a guy we work with... I admit I like talking to the guy, and we have a good deal to discuss seeing as how we are pursuing the same degree and taking the same classes, but can't heterosexual platonic relationships exist?
LET'S TAKE A VOTE!!(Like anyone reads this electronic stream of consciousness....)The floor is now open to comments pertaining to the possibility of male/female friendships existing on the purely platonic level, as well as any comments one may wish to expound upon regarding the impossibility due to sex drive and manipulation...or whatever you wanna throw in there.
As far as my visit to Actiondale goes, it seems as though I won't be seeing much of my peeps that still reside in the area due to car rental facilities being cocks and trying to financially rape me because I'm under 25. I gotta go swim around Philosophy now.
Sat, Apr. 22nd, 2006, 03:06 am
I got 3 wrong?!
|You Passed the US Citizenship Test|
Congratulations - you got 7 out of 10 correct!
Tue, Apr. 18th, 2006, 09:59 pm
Coming to VA for Word's wedding. Like a department store sale, it's 3DAYS ONLY!! But luckily, no coupons are needed to partake. In my presence, at least. Who wants to pick me up from the airport? Maybe the better question is who still lives close to "home" and still updates or at least reads LJ often enough to respond to this post?....
Why do thiese things assail me all at once?
Just when I'm getting my shit together, all my friends are getting married like 3 months apart from each other.
I should be in Portland. Or China. Either one would do, to be honest with you.
My sould feels like a squishy jellyfish of a thing...unbalanced in its current environment...awaiting a swell in the tides.
I need a drink.
Wed, Mar. 1st, 2006, 01:30 am
School just sucks all time from me. Couple it with work and I don't really exist anymore, except in memory and perhaps a lone photograph or two... I bought a bunch of philosophy books on half.com and I'm up to my eyeballs in a convergence theory paper. I want to move back to Georgia and open a Vegetarian place right across from the Varsity. Who's with me?! Damn greaseful obesity hole of heart clogging death! Those people need some carrots for crying out loud!
Sun, Feb. 5th, 2006, 02:46 am
The days just keep flying by.
Sun, Jan. 29th, 2006, 03:01 am
I am such a fucking consumer. I can't really help it. It just happens. Like blinking and breathing. I wake up, i eat, I o some stuff, I buy something. UGH! Anyway. School=ok. I need to sit down and do my damn math homework. I'm struck by a memory of 7th grade (when I met my Cur-din!) and we were in math class (with the quads). I bought a quad for this math class, by the way, Corrinne....and the daddent part is...it's the same math class. I shit you not. I'm still trying to remember how to get "x" by itself and screwing with pieces of pies. Fuck Dora and her cookies! I don't care how many eighths of douch she needs to make cookies for her stupid friends! She should go to the store, buy the pre-made dough, and make ALL the cookies. And then she should take a big fat hit of crack and eat them all alone!!!! No, really, I think I have a loose wire in the brain domewhere in the math department. But I digress. Working sucks. I wish I could go to school all day and not have to worry about working 40+ hours a week to cover car insurance, rent, food, and the swiftly developing shoe addiction. OK, I need sleep. Working with idiots, lazy ones at that, is draining.....Holla.
Tue, Jan. 17th, 2006, 05:08 pm
Tue, Dec. 13th, 2005, 11:36 pm
Ferdinand is away in the cold state of Michigan. The land where natives use the back of their left hand to indicate the location of their home town. Where you can get a kick-ass lentil soup and some people have been known to nam their children after vehicles they helped design. The mitten. Ah, the mitten...
He's up there to say goodbye to his father, who will be passing on soon. The worst part is the waiting. You know it's gonna happen, you just don't know when. Leaving the room to pee becomes a bigger decision than one can really sanely cope with. What if this trip to the coffee machine is the most ill-timed venture since Napoleon tried to take Russia just before winter?....What if i fall asleep and miss the last precious moments of this person existing?...The worst part is that I was supposed to go wth him. Finals are tomorrow, and the bills will inevitably come again on the next first of the month. Sadly, the trees in this part of Florida have given up growing money, as well...and that makes it even harder to transport oneself to the mitten. So I sit here on the other end of the impersonal telephone, listening to the strength of his words and the frightened boy in the sound of his voice. I know that when i see him again he will be changed from when he left, and maybe it's better that he dos this on his own. I just wish he didn't have to.
I'm also realizing that for the first time in the better part of a year, I have me to myself. It was almost like being removed from your siamese twin the first day he was gone. Now I'm remembering what it feels like to have an INTERNAL dialogue, and to wax philisophical to myself in an unending string of ideas and uninterrupted flow of thought... Look at me. I'm writing an actual entry. I get to listen to whatever I want, spend as much time watching Forensic Files as I want, and I can take up the whole damn bed when I sleep. It's one of those bittersweet moments, like when they tell you that sure you can vote, but the EC's gonna decide for you in the end. You're free, and you're doing what you really want, but something in the whole process is just....off.
Finals tomorrow. Under all of this, I may pull it off. Cross your fingers?..
Mon, Nov. 21st, 2005, 02:16 am
Read this article about a young girl working at MC Donalds. A caller identified himself as a police officer and commanded the manager to strip search her, and then she was subjected to physical abuse. It is without a doubt, unbelieveable. According to the atricle, it's happened more than 70 times to other fast food locations...