Death Wears a Cute Bow
I want this.
The only thing is I would wear a longer sleeved shirt, and I would have made it all black with the skeleton in white... maybe a red or pink to the bow to
add the girlish flair.
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This is really something special
I have made six postcards, all with secrets that I was afraid to tell the one person
I tell everything to, my boyfriend. This morning I planned to mail them, but instead I left them
on the pillow next to his head while he was sleeping. 10 minutes ago he arrived at my office and
asked me to marry him. I said yes.
from Post a Secret
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Why we blog
"There are a billion people on the planet. What does any life really mean? But
as you get to know a person through their blog, you get to know things you wouldn't have known in person,
just having met them. There is a sense of freedom and honesty that the things you write down are yours:
the good things, the bad things, terrible things,the mundane things-all of it, all the time. And as you
put your life online your readers are making a promise to you.
They're saying your life will not go unnoticed because they will notice. Your life will not go
unwitnessed because they will witness it."
Isn't it human nature to question things we do? I don't think it's an automatic response to question
everything we do as individuals, but when more and more people are churning out blogs like butter
it is interesting to see exactly why this has become a mass phenomenon.
anyway... that was part a quote I saw from a movie with Susan Sarandon. (altered of course)
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There are Signs Everywhere
Not to sound too stereotypical latina or anything (I hate stereotypes that perpetuate the ignorance of the people believing them), but I have
always been on the lookout for signs that might lead me in the right direction.
When I was little, I always looked out for the number 27 (I have to confess that I'm not so little now and I still do this) and pay attention to what I was thinking when I spotted the number.
Today at work a lady came in, very nice, very professional. She wanted two sets of copies and usually I just let them figure it out on their own, but this lady was super sweet and I stood up and helped her do the entire job. She meanwhile mentioned she wanted some business cards and I gave her a brochure with our services. She said she had been going to Office Max but that they were very expensive (Office Max and Kinkos are hell holes), anyway, she gave me her card and it said Proff. C (to protect the innocent) Licensed Psychologist.
I'm usually very anti banal chatter but I smiled and mentioned that I was currently taking psychology classes and that I was thinking of becoming a psychologist. She said she was a professor at UofH and taught psychology there! What a spectacular coincidence!
She mentioned that a psychologist's career is long and hard. 4 years for your bachelors, 2 years for your masters, and 5 years for your Ph.D.
That means that if I decide to go ahead with it, I'll be in school another say... 8 years! Oh Lord! Of course, the last 3 years of the eight I could be working but still, I'll be 30 when it's all over.
It's something to think about, but it's a very good sign that I ran into a Master's professor here in my little ol' work place.
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New School Year
So the school year officially started on monday but I have a certain scholarly flaw... it's not a bad one,
just one that I can't and quite frankly don't see a urging need to break. I skip. That's right, I pay
for classes and miss half the time, but the thing is I get good grades regardless.
So why should I wake up at 7 in the morning to go to a class and look like shit b/c I'm not one
of those girls that goes to an 8am class with makeup/heels/hair done. I sleep in, (I love to sleep
in in the mornings when I know most people are right that minute probably fighting traffic to get to work)
Anyway I forgot where I was going with this post... Oh yeah, I skipped the first day of class. Not a huge deal,
most people don't go the first day, but this time I really gambled on it because the classes I chose are
very sought
after and if the proff is a bitch then he/she can drop me. Safe to say, it didn't happen, my proffs are
not bitches and all is fine with the world. Except that it is unbearably HOT. I mean cracking an egg
on the sidewalk and watching it become sunny side up kind of hot. no kidding
I hate going to a class and smelling everybody's B.O. as we all sit uncomfortably in out chairs breathingin
short, labored gasps through our mouths, except I never do. Even if I smell a heaping pile of shit I'd rather smell
it than taste it.
And the conclusion to this banter? The two psych classes on Child and Adolescent Behavior are Going. To. Kick. My. Ass.
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And the conclusion to this banter? The two psych classes on Child and Adolescent Behavior are Going. To. Kick. My. Ass.
Ditto
People who walk into stores with their "little" dogs really fucking piss me off.
Just because little Fido fits in the grocery cart, or in your purse, or in your pocket doesn't
mean he's allowed in the store. I have a perfectly trained, obedient, and safe 100 pound German
Shepherd but do you think I can get away with that shit, NO! by Zazzafooky
Ditto on the sentiment, ditto on the 100lb German Sheperd.
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10 Songs
"List ten songs that you are currently digging, it doesn't matter what genre they are from, whether they have words, or even if they're no good, but they must be songs you're really enjoying right now. Post these instructions, the artists, and the ten songs in your blog. Then tag five other people to see what they're listening to."
Ok, so since I put music in the same category as breathing I'll give this my best shot. Ten is just such a small number...
Que Onda Guero - Beck
Center of the Sun - Poe
That song is actually a remix done with Conjure One.
Papa Was a Rolling Stone - Temptations
I'm Sorry Ms. Jackson - Outkast
Tsunami - Res
Wake Up - Alicia Keys
9th Symphony - Beethoven
Lover Man - Billie Holiday
Talk about a voice that is so smooth it gives ya chills.
Summertime - Janis Joplin
I love her version of this song.
You've Got Her In Your Pocket - White Stripes
thanks to Perfect Marriage
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Que Onda Guero - Beck
Center of the Sun - Poe
That song is actually a remix done with Conjure One.
Papa Was a Rolling Stone - Temptations
I'm Sorry Ms. Jackson - Outkast
Tsunami - Res
Wake Up - Alicia Keys
9th Symphony - Beethoven
Lover Man - Billie Holiday
Talk about a voice that is so smooth it gives ya chills.
Summertime - Janis Joplin
I love her version of this song.
You've Got Her In Your Pocket - White Stripes
If you could read my mind
I had 2-5 different things to note down today but I'll just give you
the lyrics to a song I hadn't heard in a long time
If You Could Read My Mind (Studio 54), by the Fifty-four All Stars.
This song always puts me in a weird place between melancholic/inspired/wistful. Get the mp3.
If you could read my mind love
What a tale my thoughts would tell
Just like an old time movie
'Bout a ghost from a wishin' well
In a castle dark or a fortress strong
With chains upon my feet
You know that ghost is me
I don't know where we went wrong
But the feeling's gone
And I just can't get it back
If you could read my mind, yeah
If you could read my mind love
What a tale my thoughts would tell
Just like a paperback novel
The kind that drugstores sell
When you reached the part
Where the heartaches come
The hero would be you
But heroes often fail
Never thought I feel this way
And I've got to say
That I just don't get it
I don't know where we went wrong
But the feeling's gone
And I just can't get it back
If you could read my mind
If you could
If you could
If you could read my mind
If you could
If you could
If you could read my mind
If you could read my mind love
What a tale my thoughts would tell
Just like an old time movie
'Bout a ghost from a wishin' well
If you could read my mind love
What a tale my thoughts would tell
Just like a paperback novel
The kind that drugstores sell
When you reach the part
Where the heartaches come
The hero would be you
But heroes often fail
Never thought I feel this way
And I've got to say
That I just don't get it
I don't know where we went wrong
But the feeling's gone
And I just can't get it back
If you could
If you could
If you could read my mind
If you could
If you could
If you could read my mind
If you could
If you could
If you could read my mind
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What a tale my thoughts would tell
Just like an old time movie
'Bout a ghost from a wishin' well
In a castle dark or a fortress strong
With chains upon my feet
You know that ghost is me
I don't know where we went wrong
But the feeling's gone
And I just can't get it back
If you could read my mind, yeah
If you could read my mind love
What a tale my thoughts would tell
Just like a paperback novel
The kind that drugstores sell
When you reached the part
Where the heartaches come
The hero would be you
But heroes often fail
Never thought I feel this way
And I've got to say
That I just don't get it
I don't know where we went wrong
But the feeling's gone
And I just can't get it back
If you could read my mind
If you could
If you could
If you could read my mind
If you could
If you could
If you could read my mind
If you could read my mind love
What a tale my thoughts would tell
Just like an old time movie
'Bout a ghost from a wishin' well
If you could read my mind love
What a tale my thoughts would tell
Just like a paperback novel
The kind that drugstores sell
When you reach the part
Where the heartaches come
The hero would be you
But heroes often fail
Never thought I feel this way
And I've got to say
That I just don't get it
I don't know where we went wrong
But the feeling's gone
And I just can't get it back
If you could
If you could
If you could read my mind
If you could
If you could
If you could read my mind
If you could
If you could
If you could read my mind
Quicktime rules! sucks!
I have 3 or so stories to tell but I can't get the relating movies to play. I see the quicktime logo, and the little "play" and volume buttons, but no video.
I exported, I saved... I did it wrong?
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Damn Paperclips
OMG. At work I keep dropping the freaking paperclip holder, sprinkling paperclips all over the floor, and you know they always have to fall between the cracks.
As I am hunched over on my knees picking them up I die a little bit inside.
j/k, but seriously, I'm afraid to go near them. One day... one day I'll be on my knees picking them up and a customer will walk in, stand over me casting his shadow and as I look up he'll say, "You missed a spot".
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1st Geeky Moment Confessed to Internet
I don't know what level of geek this might make me but, I seriously laughed out loud and then in short spurts for hours! Hours internet!
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I beat the system!
I've never, ever ever won anything when I have played the claw/crane machine. I don't know if that's what it's called but here's a picture of that money eating machine.
I went to Dave & Busters the other day like a good big cousin would do and thought, "Shouldn't be that bad, D&B have "Big Girl" games there too. So off I go with my little cousins and once we get there what attracts me from all the glittering, neon lit machines? The Crane Machine.
There's something about those cheap, badly made stuffed animals that makes me wanna! wanna! wanna!
In the past I would look through the toys and choose the one I liked and go for it like a mice for cheese, and I would lose all my money. But I found the secret! The all and mighty strategy that made me win not one... not two... not three... but four stuffed animals!!!!!
AND, the most important part, I didn't waste all my money. I won them all in a row. HAHAHA, I was queen of that claw machine for the night. All the little kids glared at me jealously behind some snot cause by all the crying at me winning all the toys. And as a good cousin I gave one of them to my little cousin. Yes. Just one, and what of it? Them are my stuffed trophies, for me to display until this high wears off, which should have been yesterday. After I think i'll donate them or something. They are nice stuffed toys, considering where they came from.
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