peckish and pokey

I'm starving.

all the time.

It's totally annoying.  It's like I live in a food desert.  (did someone say dessert? no, fatty)  I would no sooner leave my house without some sort of food in my possession than I would leave for the desert sans water.

the scary part is that aside from my demon bowl (aka pot), I'm not getting any bigger.  I haven't even gained any weight.  

where the hell is all this food going?!?

aside from this great food debacle I am finally feeling better.  feeling better = only feeling pukey occasionally instead of every waking moment.  and although I still want to sleep nearly all the time I am actually getting a little energy back.

so what's new you might ask... ?

well... I'm going back to school.  I should be starting next month.  I'm finally going to realize (one of) my dreams and become an official bloodletter (phlebotomist).  they'll pay me and everything!

Shawn and I have a couple days off together so we're going to paint the nursery and spend good solid money we barely have on bebe furniture, and I don't mean that swanky brand name sparkly tshirt brand...

I'm starting to get fat enough that people are tentatively asking my sister in hushed voices if I'm pregnant?  so as not to upset the beast.  haha, I can't wait until someone asks me directly just so I can feign offense and say, "NO.  I am NOT pregnant".  haha.  and then wait for them to feel like an asshole before I laugh out loud about it.  

no, really, they'll think it's funny too, I promise...

shuteye

I slept slept slept in today.

When I woke up it was ridiculously close to 2pm.  I didn't care, I wanted to go back to sleep.  I was having wonderful dreams about old friends and new adventures.  I was happy in the warm little microcosm of my fluffy fluffy bed.

damn this cruel cruel world and all it's harsh realities.  I had to take my final and be to work by 4.  Against all odds I made it to work, all huffa chuffa and barely on time just so I could stand around all night.

pbbt... hurry up and wait indeed.

Now that all of this scholastic nonsense is behind me I endeavor to do as little as possible for as long as possible without becoming a total waste.  I want to open my business... I can't do it now though.  I mean look at the state of the economy.  It would be nothing short of suicide.

I can do some other things in the meantime however.  I want to take a spanish class, maybe two if my head doesn't explode after the first one.  My kitchen spanish is pretty good.  My conversational spanish es mas y menos basura caliente.  my how I do try though.

cookin' for christmas

okay, so I haven't been writing.

okay, okay.

I apologize.  Now can we move on?

I've been working on finishing up my class that I have plenty of complaints about, so I won't go into that.  Suffice it to say that I just took my last quiz after I turned in my final project and before I take my final.

yea, i know, makes no sense.

Christmas is creeping up and I actually have most of my xmas shopping done already, which is ripping a hole in the space-time continuum.  

My older sister is finally living close enough with her family to spend a Christmas with us, which is really nice.  Our tiny little family hasn't been all together for a holiday for a long time.  

Suji and Craig are both coming into town from their respective states, and even though everyone seems to be broke, we've all managed to buy or make gifts for each other without breaking the proverbial pig shaped bank.

These are all things I'm pretty happy about.

My friends that have been having tough times (some of them) seem to be tossing off their dark shrouds and rejoining the living and we have a fun 50's theme xmas party to go to this weekend.  Those two statements are not related and I am aware of that.  haha.

In regards to the party I was freaking a little 'cause I had to come up with an outfit becoming of a lady living in the feminine 50's, which is, by my own admission, a bit of a stretch for me.

I wanted to don a cutesy housewife dress a la faux rockabilly but the dresses online and at the vintage shops were retarded expensive, not even counting the accessories.

I resolved to plunge into the inky depths of the local consignment stores and find the ensemble of my dreams and in the vein of the christmas spirit I actually managed to find my entire outfit (purse and belt included) in a matter of a few hours.  A christmas miracle!

dress $6

belt $6

shoes $0 (I already have the perfect peek-toes)

purses $2.50 (yes 2! I couldn't decide but who has to at $1.25 a pop)

not ending this list with "priceless", priceless.

o listen to me go on!  I sound like one of those kitschy fashion hooers that like to babble about lipgloss and shoes.  Well, I'm trying to get into character so I guess I better brush up on my small talk and learn how to bake some decent fucking cookies.

...and of course I will take a picture of myself in a dress, because let's face it, it's a pretty monumental event and I do clean up nice.

heuristics

Everyone has dreams, aspirations, ambitions...

Mine is to one day open a comic shop.  The hope is that this will happen sooner rather than when I'm too old to lift stuff.

In order to realize my goals I am taking a business class, and because I am too lazy and too busy to actually drag my sorry ass to an honest-to-goodness teaching environment, I am taking an on-line class.

In all actuality it is much more like an actual class than I had believed, and I was a little shocked and impressed by this.  What I am also shocked by, (but not at all impressed by) is people's inability to spell any fucking thing correctly.  My fellow classmates' assignment posts read like remedial exercises that no one bothered to proof read.

It's fucking atrocious and I am embarrassed for you.

excerpt:

"This artile says to me, that good business ethics can manifest itself in the form of environmental awareness. Bussinesses all over the world are jumping in on the "Green" band waggon, implementing different ways of going green or at least education their employees to be more environmentally concious. I see this as good business ethics. In a capitalist situation, where the individual is profiting from the business, and some of the resources that business uses, is the environment around the business, it is only right that that business respect the environment."

Now call me crazy but... 

This article is for a class.  When I post my own articles I proof read my thoughts on said article, to make sure there are no spelling errors and to make sure it makes sense.  In this tiny sample I can find four misspelled words and a few sentences that just don't make sense.  This is also a very common thing in this class, I didn't even pick the worst one I could find, and this isn't even the entire reply.

The super sad part of this is that this person is obviously not stupid, I can see the rationale begging for attention.

But alas, you just made yourself look stupid and now there is no going back.

At the very least, you have made the statement that you just don't care enough and cannot possibly be bothered to hit the little "spellcheck" button.

This leads me to believe that you are extra slothful and lazy.  This in turn manifests itself in mental thoughts and images that I wish I could stab my mind's eye out for.

example: I bet this person doesn't even wipe his ass very well, he's clearly not meticulous at any rate.  ew, I can imagine the shit stain on his boxers.  His side of the bed probably smells like stale poo and sweaty ball sac.  God, I can practically smell it now, I think I feel unwell...

do you see how quickly it spirals out of control???

I swear, some people just have no regard for others ability to make themselves sick with others actions (or lack thereof).