I Could Move My Lazy Ass, But I Won't

So whoever designed this building that I am "working" in right now just sucks. See, I have my little work area that has no freaking heat vent within 20 feet of it, so that if I stay in my little work area, I freeze. It doesn't help that I am near the front doors, which do not have one of those nice little vestibules where you enter through two doors to cut down on wind/ice/snow coming through whenever someone opens the door.

Layers are my friends. But my hands still freeze.

Oh, and tomorrow we are all going to die!!! Ice storm!!! Run for your lives!!! Yeah, the local weather people are pretty excited, what with it being the first real Winter Storm! of the season. Should be another slow work day, then...

Oh, but so you don't think all I do is bitch...my skin has been awesome lately, after a rough patch at the beginning of the cold weather. Soft and smooth and clear. And my hair looks fab today.

Wooooooooo!

Best. Christmas. Present. Ever.

Bon Jovi tickets!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

UPDATE: Woooooooooooooo!!!!!!

UPDATE 2 (on 11/29): In the words of Ric Flair, "Wooooooooo!!!!"

Nickels and Dimes

Huh. In order to graduate, we have to apply to graduate, which is all well and good. But it costs $50. You'd think that would just be thrown into the whole tuition and fees thing that we pay, but no.

I have to pay $50 so someone can look at the same computer-generated report that I look at on a weekly basis that clearly states in red letters if I have or have not met a particular requirement for a particular degree.

Fuck you, state of Iowa.

The Future

Turns out there is something one can do with a history and anthropology degree, after all.

Black Friday

I hope you all had a nice Thanksgiving. I went to the parents' for the day and had a childless dinner for the first time in 7 years. The niece and nephew were with their hagtastic mother. There was no one to show my half-chewed food by opening my mouth when Mom wasn't looking. (Yes, I am immature and a bad influence.)

I am now back at work. And bored out of my head, since everyone on the planet is apparently at the mall--meaning, they are not here. No, I did not go to Kohl's at 4 a.m., either. Had enough of that sort of thing last year. I specifically told my boss he had to schedule me today so I wouldn't get dragged into that shopping while it's dark out foolishness.

That's all I have.

Oh, here's a question...did you eat anything peculiar this year? We had pecan pie for the first time ever (at Thanksgiving).

Twenty Years Ago...

Well, twenty years next spring, anyway...I was wooing my first "real" boyfriend with an a capella version of "Pour Some Sugar on Me" and a giddy fearlessness in regards to jumping in muck.

Never underestimate the value of being the only girl willing to get down and dirty.

Also, camp is fun.

Due in One Hour...

...have to eke out two more pages. Am starting to sound nonsensical, I fear.

I really need to examine why I am so (nearly?) self-destructive this semester.

You know, later.
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Oh, but did you see the new South Park last night? I just about laughed myself onto the floor when Kenny died. Old school South Park!

Seriously. Have to finish my paper now.

Instead of Writing My Paper...

Okay, if this woman had simply run off with another man, she would have contacted her family by now to let them know she's alive. She's not alive.
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Another question, Keith...Spaghetti-O's. With meatballs? Or without?

I have to go with the meatballs, myself. Otherwise it's tasteless noodles in tomato water.

I Have a Question (or Two)

I use a feedreader to peruse over 50 sites, so occasionally one won't update and it takes me awhile to realize I haven't read anything from a particular blogger in awhile.

Some months ago, I noticed one blog wasn't updating, and now the archives seem to be FUBARed as well. I'm almost embarassed to ask...anyone know what happened to Indepundit/LT Smash?
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My sister and I don't have a lot in common as far as musical tastes go. She likes her music to "mean" something, and I don't care if mine means anything as long as there's a rocking groove.

She thinks Kid Rock is a jackass, and I rock out to "Bawitdaba" on a regular basis.

Right now, I have Queen's "Fat Bottomed Girls" playing in a loop on my computer. Why? Not the lyrics, my friends.

What nonsensical songs do you find yourself singing along to with all your might?

You Have No Idea...

Him: You're a little weird.

Me: I'm not weird...I'm delightfully quirky.

Him: Oh really?

Me: Yes. Mostly because I like saying the word 'quirky'.

(And I do. It's one of those words that is very satisfying in the mouth and to the tongue. Quirky, quirky.)

Gratitude

Today is, of course, Veterans' Day.

Many thanks to all veterans and active military for answering the call when freedom is threatened. What you do matters, and does not go unnoticed or unappreciated.

Waste of Time

It's a home game weekend, and everyone is all excited about the team again since they have a fair chance of becoming bowl-eligible...for The Toilet Bowl or similar, but still.

Anywho, when it is a home game weekend (we're talking football, here, btw, because no one gives a rat's ass about any other sport being at home...I mean, how many times can you get excited about the basketball team playing at home? You have to pace yourself. But I digress) I have to work two hours earlier on Saturday morning. So instead of working at 10 am, I work at 8 am. Which is pointless, because nobody knows we're open and nobody cares. Anyone wandering by before the game is trying to get to the stadium neighborhood to tailgate. So I get up at 7 am for NOTHING.

The University also pays me for two extra hours for NOTHING...but the important thing here is that I get up two hours early for NOTHING. On a Saturday.

This job is pretty cushy--I sit around doing whatever I want (within reason) until the odd 90-year-old alumnus hobbles in to look around (after the game). I can do my homework and get paid for it. Unless I am sleep-deprived and too stupid to do homework, in which case I watch my Law & Order: Criminal Intent DVDs (D'Onofrio!) or write a whiny blog entry. Ya know, whatever.

But what I'd really like to do is to sleep for two hours, unpaid. And they can take that extra money and put it towards heat, because this place is a frigging Frigidaire.

And yes, I would enjoy a nice hunk of cheddar now. Mmm, cheese. (Cheese with my whine, anyone? Anyone?)

Senior Year Panic

I graduate in May, barring a complete nervous breakdown before then.

I have insomnia, my procrastination has reached nearly-destructive levels, and I'm considering taking an Acting class.

The problem is, I have student loans looming in the distance, and I still haven't really figured out what I want to be when I grow up. Or if I want to grow up.

Well, that's not true...I know I don't want to grow up. But I know I have to.

And when I look through courses I can take next semester, I keep looking at classes I'll never have another chance to take...and they're all in totally new areas of study, instead of being actually useful. You know, like Intro to the Brain, Roman Art History, or Acting...

But maybe Acting could be useful? Help me with the confidence to present material to groups? Am I reaching with that? Yes, yes I am.

I'm too old to be so childish.

UPDATE: Oh, and also? I may be actually going through a mid-life crisis, because I am positive I need one of these.