Live in the Now!

Oh my goodness, the 80s just arrived at my work. Polo shirts with popped collars, sweater looped around the neck. You have got to be kidding me.

Old preppy people are funny.

You Think My Smock is Sexy?

Who just applied to be a blue-smock-wearing, minimum-wage-making retail monkey?

Yeah, baby, yeah...you know you want it.

Have to supplement the other job somehow...this is the best somehow I've come up with today.

The Height of Suck

I don't "need" to take my summer class, so I don't "need" any financial aid. Uncle Sam won't lend me anymore money.

I'll be living in a sedan* down by the river if anyone needs me...

* Can't afford a van.

Ick.

Ya know, sometimes it's better not to look for family members online. Because then you're spared their public persona. Like when a young male cousin describes himself as "The best and biggest freak in bed!"

Even if he is just repeating some zodiac-description thing, that's just wrong.

I mean, what if I posted the Virgo description?

Dominant in relationships. Sexy. Someone loves them right now. Freak in bed. Always wants the last words. Caring. Smart. Intellectual. Attractive. Loyal. Easy to talk to. Hard to forget. Love at first sight. Everything you ever wanted.Easy to please. The one and only. The ultimate sexiness. Great kisser.

Even if it's hard to argue with the truth of it, does anyone in my family really want to know about it?

LOL

Chasing My Tail

I can't do "A" until I do "B".

I can't do "B" until I do "A".

Hmm. Clearly I should have planned this better.

Imitation, Flattery, etc.

So a young man (the former HSBF) who has always claimed a dislike of tattoos was asking me about my tattoos a couple weeks ago.

In the course of the conversation, I mentioned a "tribal dr@g0n thing" that I had in mind for a possible new tattoo at some point.

Now, he has a tribal dr@g0n tattoo.

Creepy?

Also Inexplicable

My neighbors are apparently building a tree house or something in their apartment.

Two hammers, wood, and an hour of banging.

Unless they are building some goddamned furniture or new kitchen cabinets, their project should have been over long ago.

Plus, they stopped when one of the maintenance guys drove up in his cart. So they are obviously up to no good.

Time to let the iPod drown it all out...some of us have papers to write!

Spam and Sadists

Spam: "We've caught you naked, jenelle.spinster! Click to see it."

Me: "I've already seen it." [/delete]
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So I went to the medical--excuse me--the Health Sciences Library, and I hadn't been there in well over a decade. And I really don't remember much of the time I did go there, except that a friend and I were randomly wandering around that side of campus one night and went in to see if there were any hot medical students we could sexually harass. (There weren't.)

But this was the first time I went to actually get a book, and I must say, the building was designed by a crazy person. Seriously. The old insane asylum was not too far away, and I'm guessing they had a contest amongst the lunatics.

They have scattered signs that ask, "Confused?" that then proceed to explain where you are and maybe where the next chronologically numbered book would be located. So it's not just me. I wandered in a circle (well, a triangle, actually) trying to find, let's say, an RH book by following the other Rs until I hit...the As. Inexplicable.

Eventually I found my book and went to the building directory by the elevator to figure out where I might check it out, and when I was waiting for the nice checker lady to help me, I asked, "Was this building designed by a sadist or what?"

She totally agreed without hesitation, and said it had won all kinds of architectural awards, but was obviously designed by someone who knew nothing about libraries. Plus the skylights leak when it rains. Fun!

Fun With Big State Universities

So you decided you want to do a report on euthanasia and cultural responses to the same, eh?

Well, guess what?

All the euthanasia books are in either the medical library, psych library (there's a psych library?!), or the law library, so have fun running all over campus, fool! Bwah-ha-ha-ha!

Sportsmanship

Awesome:

Then, members of the Central Washington University softball team stunned spectators by carrying Tucholsky around the bases Saturday so the three-run homer would count - an act that contributed to their own elimination from the playoffs.

You go, girls.

A Test of Fortitude and Stamina

Since I'm sticking around for the summer semester, I figured I may as well take an elective class for funsies. So I signed up for an evening class that meets twice a week.

For over 3 hours at a time.

Strange how I didn't really notice that part before. Bleh. I hope the prof is interesting, or I'll be dying of boredom at about 7:30 (the halfway mark) every Tuesday and Thursday.

I'm in an evening class now, and I've taken plenty of them before, and let me tell you: it gets hard to stay in an evening class at the end of the spring semester. The weather's nice...there are bars across the street with patios...

Maybe the summer won't be so bad if I'm in air conditioning. Oooh, let me check which classroom it is. [checking] Okay, cool, it's in a modernly air-conditioned room. So hopefully that will be a draw, since I am living without A/C until I graduate.

Like I Have Time for Any of This

Last night I found myself watching scripted network television. I saw the last half of The Office and parts of 30(?) Rock...is it 30? Well, whatever the thing with Tina Fey is called. They were pretty good, but nothing I'd change my life for in order to see every week.

Then I decided to continue the unprecedented levels of television viewing going on up in my evening, and caught part of American Chopper and all of Miami Ink. It was a particularly good episode of Ink, since I got all weepy for almost everyone's tattoo story. Especially the father of the little girl who was kidnapped, raped, and buried alive. Jesus.

Man, I really want some new tattoo work done. Time and money are all I need.

Anyway, resume panic mode: Pre-Finals Week Hell is upon me!!!

Everybody's on Crack

People (about 2/3 of an online poll) think the Mom on the lam shouldn't be returned to Michigan prison.

WTF?

Prison isn't optional. Society sentences you. You serve the sentence. Prisoners don't get to decide they've had enough and leave.

I don't care what she did since escaping. I don't care what the original crime was.* There is no gray area here for me.

You can appeal through the legal system, but you don't get to just make your own rules. "Well, I'm done now. I learned my lesson. See ya!"

* But you can't tell me that mugshot is a scared victim. Puhlease.