Good Vibrations

I swear to God I saw Napoleon Dynamite sitting in the quad, picking his nose as I came out of game theory this morning.

I liked today. I'm the kind of extrovert that actually dies a little inside when I'm not around people enough on any given day. It's like I actually need to soak up the energy from other people. And if there's anything that a 4-hour block of class does for you, its that. It's not that I actually interact with/like most of the people in my classes though. This quarter, it seems like God decided to push me to my absolute limit by filling most of my classes with brownnosing dimwits that ask questions every other minute, to the point where I know that even the professor is annoyed. I may have been one of those nerdy kids who started college early, but I have NEVER been one of those hand-permanently-in-the-air whiners. What...you thought this was supposed to be a Socratic education? Well, then the professor should actually have a chance to slip in a word or two between your constant yapping.

I am SO offended.

And in other news, I encountered something so apopletically dorky today that I had to refresh the webpage to make sure that I wasn't high or hallucinating. On dictionary.com, you can't just click the little microphone icon to hear a pronunciation of a word. You have to be a subscribing member to get those kind benefits. It will just advise you to pay for premium service where *gasp!* you can get ad-free access to more that 60,000 audio pronunciations. Puh-lease. I'd rather pay for B-Hawk's tranny porn. And I will never reveal what word I was looking up. That is a secret that I will take to the grave. You will have to guess at what it might be whenever you hear me mispronounce anything. It's a rare phenomenon, however, so actually just don't worry about it.

I'm feeling all sparkly still from this morning's sunshine, which is remarkable considering that I spent all of my 11:30-9:30 hours doing things that I didn't want to do. As in waking up, going to class, going to work, and doing coding for my thesis. But, since I impressed myself with that marathon-sized block of concentration, I sat on my perky butt for the rest of the evening. [Perky butt is a reference for p-dizzle, if she reads this entry, and nothing more. If anyone else is reading this, don't even worry about it. I will stick you with my shiv if I ever see your eyes drop down to butt-level, because I am NOT fond of boys right now. I will throw rocks at you. Unless you are a girl or a gay, in which case I probably don't mind.]

I don't feel at all guilty for my vegging, however, because I think I am getting sick. So I have been downing tea all evening as well. I'm actually just off to use up my third tea bag from South Africa. Did you know that they make tea over there? Well, it is delicious. And I plan on finishing off half the package tonight.

I'm also quite happy, because I looked like I like to look today. I realize that most people probably look however they want every day. I, on the other hand, often give into other peope's suggestions that I wear my hair down, or at least half-down. And that I wear earrings, and professional-looking clothes/shoes for my job, blah blah blah. Well, fuck you. Because I only like wearing my hair in a ponytail. And I like necklaces with black cords. And I like converse more than flats. And I think that earrings make me look different in a way that I'd prefer not to.


Argh! Someone in this house is a dirty whore and I hate them. It's probably the Jewish one. WhoEVER it is, they need to learn that the correct way to turn off the christmas lights is to unplug them, not flip off the whole fucking power strip! So I have to go ALL the way downstairs and turn the powerstrip back on and then unplug the lights that they left in. Whatever. It's fine for now, but the next time he halks a lughee into our sink just because he's fucking Samantha so he thinks he can use the upstairs bathroom, I am going to confront him, and then yell at him about constantly disconnecting the internet too.

Just to clarify, I'm not being derogatory to Jews. I say it's probably him because he was the last one in the living room. Besides, I don't know if it even counts as being derogatory to Jews if the person you're bitching about is less than a quarter Jewish, is the only practicing Jew in his family, and is by most people's analysis in it for the free alchohol and shabat naps. I will give him some credit, however, he does the "Jewish thing" every single Saturday and makes us turn on and off lights for him and everything. And, just yesterday he told me very seriously that he thinks its probable that Jesus had children, but that it doesn't matter anyway because Jesus is not divine. Snaps for following religious doctine and everything, but really all I want is for every day to be a Saturday for him so that he can't TURN OFF THE FUCKING INTERNET!

Don't be confused. I'm mostly joking. I love all my roommies, and it actually makes me happy to rant indignantly.







"Yeeeeeah. Can you feel it baby? I can too."
-Good Vibrations, by Marky Mark and the Funky Bunch
Someone showed this to me recently, and I actually love it more than life. Go see it, and while you watch it you should probably lick your lips along with Mr. Whalberg: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UnzgNAzquCw