Rocking The Cat Box...

I refuse to believe that it's casbah.

I rocked the shit out the multiple choice portion of my Ethics exam. I needed a 32 which is an 80%. I got a perfect score.

Yay me!

Bracketology 101...

Apparently this is an actual term sports geeks use in March. Huh.

The boys have been pushing me to fill in some brackets. Um no.

But I did make my Final 4 predictions.

UCLA
North Carolina
Texas A&M
Florida

I am going with the Tarheels as this year's champ.

But then again, I am a girl. But a girl that was right on about the Super Bowl from Week 2 on...

*The Grey Ceiling On The Earth...

Fuck is when you spill Diet Coke all over your fucking term paper.

Sadness Washes Over Me...

Kiki gave her two week notice at the bank today.

I am going to miss her stupid face. Just who does she think is going to take care of her now?

Just another reason to hate my job.

Ugh...

Is this week over yet?

Oh wait, it's only Tuesday.

Mixed Feelings...

A boy just admitted he liked me.

He lives 200 miles away. I only see him 3 times a year.

*sigh*

Happy Happy...

Birthday, Bunny!

Just CLASSic...

Not had the best morning at class.

Psychology partner showed up fucking wasted. I mean, RETARDED! I was a little pissed off by this.

The crazy Spaniard Ethics teacher is on my list right now too. My presentation that I busted my ass working on, read that 300 page book, he wanted. WAS WORTH NO POINTS WHAT SO EVER. That's not even fair. I am not going to lie, had he disclosed this up front, I would not have worried about it so much. Grr.

That's A Kick In The Head...

If I had known the crazy Spaniard wasn't going to post the test today, I wouldn't have spent the last 2 hours reading this essay.


GRRR!

He's Captain Fucking America, Man...

You can't just kill him off, it's just not right!

When Did Pizza Get So Good...

I haven't had pizza in a long time. This frozen cheese pizza is pretty tasty.

I could eat this whole damn thing if I don't walk away right now.

When did pizza start tasting so yummy?

Therapy At $32.95 a month...

I had an frustrating day. Nothing in particular. Just a million things destined to piss me off.

Well, I worked out until I forgot what I was mad about.

Now, the only things I feel are tired and hungry.

100 Things About Me...

Sometime ago, I blogged one of these lists. I was thinking the other day that I wanted to revise it some. I have not the urge to look through old posts to find mine, so I started over. When I have nothing to blog about, I am going to whip out 10 things. Some I will explain, some might not need any explanation. So, here goes installment 1.

1. I love Hello Kitty.
Perhaps I like Hello Kitty a little too much for a grown-up. You will find random little trinkets and reminders all over my apartment to this affect. Some, I have sought out. Some, I have paid too much for. Some, have been gifted to me. It makes no sense, and it's an addiction born out of nothing, but I love it just the same.

2. I have a purse addiction.
I own somewhere in the neighborhood of 90 purses. I don't know when this compulsion started, but I couldn't stop for the longest time. Now, I crave higher quality, so at the very least it has slowed down. As an example, the girls at Wilson's Leather (60 miles away), know me by first name.

3. I love The Goo Goo Dolls.
I am also not sure when this addiction was born. I would imagine 1998. The movie "City of Angels" was released. With it came the soundtrack, bearing the song "Iris". It became THE song of that year. Since the release of that album, I have seen this band live 8 times. Dizzy Up The Girl still remains one of my all time favorite albums. I am trying to position myself to be the mother of John Rzeznik's children.

4. I cannot not stand an open mailbox.
My apartment resides next to Bartender's. Our mailboxes are also neighbors. Some people would be annoyed by the fact that, Bartender will deposit his unwanted junk mail in our box. Not this girl. I get blindly annoyed by the open lids everyday. So everyday, I close the lids as I pass by. I have actually tried to ignore this and laid in my apartment on the couch and had this bother me enough, that I got off my ass, to close the lids. If there is no mail in the box, why leave it open? Yes, I know. I'm a freak. What of it?

5. I have a debilitating fear of storms.
Thunder storms. I can drive home in a complete white out at 2 in the morning, but one crack of thunder and I can't move. It's something that I can't explain, but they terrify me.

6. I'm fat.
This is what I attribute my really low self-esteem too. I am tragically insecure, and I think I do a good job at hiding it. But, I am working on it.

7. I have a plan to kidnap John Cusack.
And why wouldn't you? Look at the guy! He's freaking adorable. He is the 80's teen movie. He's witty, well spoken, intelligent, sarcastic, and cute. What more could I want? Well, a co-worker, who shares the same lust, and I have worked out a shenanigan filled plan to get to meet the man. Ok, so it's pretty common knowledge (among the celebrity informed, at least) that John's best friend is Jeremy Piven. They are also IL natives. They even co-own an apartment in Chicago. This is were the plan comes in. Saltine and I are going to wander around Chicago, using the 6 degrees of separation concept, to track down and accidently bump into Jeremy Piven. Once we track down Mr. Piven, we will lure him into our totally bitchin' van, and kidnap him. We fully intend to hold him hostage until we hear from John, inquiring as to our demands. We think he'll be down for the fact that we really just want to go to dinner with him. I think once they hear about the pureness of our love and admiration, they more then likely won't press charges, right?

8. The toilet paper must roll forward.
I don't know why, but it has to. I have caught myself changing the rolls at work even.

9. I don't like Metallica.
I never have. I tried. It's Metallica. They are rock gods, they must be good, right? Uh, no. They don't really speak to me.

10. My attempt at a higher education terrifies me.
The act of going to school everyday scares me. What if I let someone down? What if I let myself down? Maybe I am not as smart as I think. Maybe I really can't juggle 2 jobs and school. Maybe I will fall flat on my face. Maybe I will succeed. My fear of the unknown that lies in the answers sometimes, gets the better of me.

So, there it is. Maybe you knew that, maybe you didn't.

More To Come...

I can't wait to talk about my Ethics class. Today was interesting. I just have to wait to talk about this until after work. And the gym (which DB, I didn't go last night.)

When Did Axle Rose Start Classes Here...

I think I need to start blogging more about my classes. Not so much the classes themselves, but the people I observe in my classes.

My first class of the morning is always "General Psychology". The instructor that began the class, has apparently contracted the bird flu, or the HIV, or the herp, or some equally "ewww" disease; that has caused him to miss the last 4 weeks of class. Well, we were finally given a new instructor today. He is very unremarkable, but not the point.

We have this girl in class, who on day one, presented herself as the "overachiever". Over dressed, a little too formal for a morning class. She even went so far as to attach herself to the lone Indian student (who we just assume is the smart girl, based solely on our racial biases. I know. I judge books by their cover. Sue me. At least I am not in denial about it).

Anyway, so..."girl" today, morphed herself into Axle Rose. She had the most horrid tiny little braids over her entire head. They looked dirty, greasy and appeared to have been done by a 6th grader. These braids were "controlled", so to speak by a ratty blue do-rag. To add to this, she was wearing a hoodie that didn't quite fit her which appeared to have been purchased at Hot Topic. This didn't exactly compliment her low rise jeans that revealed her "jelly roll".

Well, evidently, the look on my face was priceless when she walked into class, because Binks, the girl I know socially through Melly, about spit her coffee across the desk at me. My "wtf" was clearly displayed for the class to see. My only comment was,

"When did Axle Rose enroll?"

I'm going to hell.

Now, That's Awesome...

This girl in my Environmental Ethics class just told my instructor (the crazy Spaniard)...

"I drive a Honda, I have done my part for the environment."

I think we actually witnessed his head exploded.

Now That's Just Disturbing...

I am slightly bothered by the induction on Van Halen into the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame.

Why does this bother me so much? 80's iconic hair band. Should be ok with me. Instead, this thought make me wanna kill babies.

Goo-ey Goodness...

Despite all the mishaps (which should be expected any time I try and do ANYTHING), We all had a really nice time. And oh dear god, is that a bad picture of us.

Fuck....

Today, the word Mid-term hit me like a brick wall.

Oy. It's 10 days away. Great.

Lazy Days...

It's a day off. I don't have to be anywhere. I am spending it alone, on my couch, with movies. It's perfect.

The Constant Gardener: Was good. I don't have alot to say about it. It didn't speak to me. But it was a well written movie.

A Scanner Darkly: FUCKED UP! And I can't stop watching.