Pie and Puppy Kisses

I had my last shift EVER of working at the dining hall today.  Happiness somwhat dampened when I discovered someone at work stole my iPod and some jewelry out of my bag.  Why, peoples?!?!  My jewelry is obviously not expensive and my iPod is old and very basic.  Go steal from some who actually has nice things!!!!!!!!  *sigh*  I guess I get to go iPod shopping now...

Anyways, to commemorate my freedom from the food service industry, enjoy this comic:




No, the customer is not always right.  Sometimes the customer is kinda an ass.

Next person who asks me what I'm doing after graduation is getting wacked with a spatula.  I can only say that I have no idea what I'm doing with my life so many times!!!

My Spring Break:

 

Pie,

Sleep,

Had my sleep interrupted by my brother,

Sewed a puppet’s butt closed,

Laundry, laundry, laundry,

Made a vest,

Tried to watch “Dollhouse,”

Was interrupted by my sick brother, 

Took care of sick brother,

Snuggled with the dog,

Saw “I Love You, Man,”

Channel surfed,

Bought gas,

Bought food,

Ate food,

Rented “Milk,” 
Attempted to fix computer game,

Failed,

Got sick,

Got better,

Took the dog to the vet,

Dog clawed holes in my backseat in panic,

Survived the vet,

Invader Zim marathon,

Took a nap,

Carrot cake,

Went to the gynecologist (oh joy),

Broke a needle in my sewing machine,

Went to the craft store,

Fixed some shirts,

Made a skirt,

Made another vest,

Gave the dog belly rubs,

Finally finished watching “Dollhouse,”

Late night musical marathon,

Saw “Watchmen” in the theatre (lotta penis),

Got a gigantic shot,

Bought a girlie dress,

Had Mexican food and margaritas for my fake birthday, 

Cleaned the kitchen so many times,

Went to the California Academy of Science,

Got the family to participate in Earth Hour,

Watched “Tropic Thunder” and the new "Futurama" movie,

Pancakes,

Even more laundry,

Pack,

DONE.

 

And yet I have still to see Dr. Horrible or get any writing done. Why do I still feel so unproductive all the time?
(P.S.  Wow, I watch a lot of movies on break!)

I've come up with a new theory about why I am an insominac.  Of course I came up with this while I couldn't sleep, so this involves sleep-deprived logic.  As usual, I couldn't sleep last night, so instead of starring at the ceiling, I completely re-organized my room until the early morning (the compulsive organizer part of my personality was very happy).  When I was done, I was able to sleep quite easily.  This reminded me of a study I read about years ago.  They had people live in a room with no clocks and no windows so they couldn't tell if it was day or night.  The people slept, ate, and worked as they wished.  After a few weeks, the scientists doscovered most people on their own conformed to the 24 hours a day cycle.  But there were some variations, like 23 hours a day or 25 hours a day people.   My theory is I'm one of these type of people, except a little more extreme, like 28 hours a day.  I'm perfectly capable of sleeping, my internal clock is just really really off.

I've discovered this week that I feel more depressed after watching "My Fair Lady" than "Sweeney Todd."  I'm special like that.  My excuse is this.  I know Sweeney Todd is all blood and gore, but most of the characters get what's coming to them, and I think the love stories are cute.  In My Fair Lady, on the other hand, the main character has to give up most of herself in order to become a "proper" lady and she ends up with a guy who will always treat her badly.  Both are good stories and have interesting characters, but jeezes My Fair Lady makes me sad.

I have finally finished my philosophy paper.  Philosophy is such a bullshit major, so is psychology, but that's not my point this time.  My paper was about the Problem of Evil and the Existence of God.  But whether God exists  is not my point this time either.  My point is after spending all weekend describing every form of evil the universe has come up with has left me rather depressed and disgusted with the state of things.  Ugh.  Who knew reading about E. coli would suddenly seem so damn perky.

This is never going to get old...

http://www.funnyordie.com/videos/c0cf508ff8/prop-8-the-musical-starring-jack-black-john-c-reilly-and-many-more-from-fod-team-jack-black-craig-robinson-john-c-reilly-and-rashida-jones

My dog keeps trying to smootch me to death.  I smell like dog spit, it's like my new perfume.

 Figure I should finally post an update for Mission 101...

"As Christ died to make men holy, let men die to make us rich,
Our god is marching on."
                   -Mark Twain, "Battle Hymm of the Republic"


I am in love with this piece of Twain's.  No, I'm not having an athesit moment.  I just think it's an accurate statement of how we conduct many wars, both in ours and Mark Twain's time.  People just lose sight of things...

 We all have that person in our lives who insists on forwarding us a zillion e-mails a day.  But this may be my favorite forwarded e-mails ever.  Exhibit A of why I'm a dog person...

( Dog Diary )
 

( Cat Diary )

 

A breif recap of my sewing machine history:

My first sewing machine I inherited from my grandmother.  It was from the 1950s.  It finally died in 2006.

My mom's sewing machine, which I often use, is from the 1970s.  It still works beautifully.

My new sewing machine I got almost a year ago.  I have hardly used it in three months because it's always breaking.  It's still not working now, I'm probably going to spend a good part of the night trying to fix it instead of finishing my writing quota.  

So, I propose this question:  Why the hell is nothing built properly anymore??? 

 I have no idea why I still have this account, or why I'm bothering to write now.  I think I'm just in why-not mood.  So, people of the internet, here we go...

Comcast is the devil. 

I've stabbed myself in the chest today with my seam ripper twice and I still have no idea how.

I have been home from college for 1 1/2 weeks and am completely sick of it.  I actually I was sick of it like five days ago or something.   Thank goddess this is the last time I have to live at my parents' home.  Not that I have anything to look forward to at college, or that living on my own struggling at some starter job will be fun, but at least I can then pretend I'm moving forward with my life even if I'm not.

One day, someone is going to have to teach me to mix a proper drink.  Not that my random creations aren't fun, but someday I'd like to make myself a drink that has a real name.

When you think of how many relationships (romantic, friendship, family ties, etc.) end in some form of betrayal, then why do we even together in the first place?  Why do people obsess so much social relations when it's eventually going to bite them in the butt?  I know, I'm a hermit, so I don't really "get" these things, but it still seems so stupid sometimes.

And for the record, if I was Bella Swan, I totally would have picked Jacob Black over Edward Cullens.  Take that, Twilight fan-girls!

 My epiphanies of the night: 

1) Caffeine is a dangerous, dangerous drug. (this is going to be a long night...)
2) The world becomes more vain and self-absorbed every day.  Seriously, where have all the good people gone?
3) Technology is out to get me.
4) Sometimes in attempt to achieve of the things you think you need in life, you give up the things you want in life.


P.S.  Got to love the randomness of TV reality shows.  "Just because I respect someone doesn't mean I want to take a shower with them!"  haha, silly people...

I miss my dog!  I need someone to snuggle with!  Her dog hair is still all over my clothes from the last time I went home.

My mentally unstable but mostly harmless dog--bask in her adorableness!!!

 I think After Christmas sales are my Archilles heel.  I am not allowed to spend anymore money until like June.  Completely worth it though, it's like a second holiday for my mom and me.  Although I am now throughly irritated at the fashion industry and their idea of sizes.  I know there are a lot of small people out there, but there are a lot of tall people like me who liked to be clothed too!  I'm not at all overweight yet, but I'm just barely able to find things in my size.  Twenty pounds from now, I probably won't be able to.
Speaking of which, I still have a zillion craft projects to finish before the new quarter starts.  I'm going to be ambitious and try to turn an oversized sweatshirt into a dress...

I love school breaks, I get to be reaquainted with this "sleep" concept everyone keeps talking about.  I also don't have to listen to anyone whine about getting B's (obnoxious people + easy majors = major headache for me).  I don't to listen to anyone whine about waking up before noon either (try 8am classes four days a week, then see how freaking noon sounds).  I think my fellow people have become my new unfavorite pet peeve.

 So last week after getting off of 12 straight hours of back-to-back work and classes, I randomly decided to hack off my hair in the bathroom to chin-length.  My craziness is manifesting itself in some interesting ways these days.

The Color Purple freaking rocked!  I have serious love for Sophia and "Hell No!"

SO FUCKING TRUE!!!!  I HATE PEOPLE WHO THINK LIKE THIS!!!