The End is Almost Near

Suffer (with) the little children

2005-08-03T01:01:38Z

I am quitting the daycare in about 4 or 5 days and I am sooo excited. (To make a long story short)In case I haven't talked to some of you in a while, I reluctantly got a job at a nursery school, the nice word for day care.

It's pretty much the worst job that I've ever ever worked. I've also realized that it's not the kids that I don't like, it's the other people who like kids.

I work with the rudest women that I have ever met. They are completely unprofessional, bossy and catty. I have never been more insulted at a job in my life. Today I got told off twice by the same woman who is as old as my mom. Here's how this goes...

Today this "bigshot" 18 year old that I work with, whom everyone trusts for some reason, decided that it was a good idea to take 15 2-year olds outside to go run through a sprinkler in their diapers. Now, in order to take children this small outside you are required to put sunscreen on them head to toe before they even set foot out the door. Oh, and another thing - this chick decides to do all of this a half hour before we serve lunch. One of the little 2-year olds didn't have any sunscreen with her name on it. By law, we are not able to use any sunscreen, lotion, diaper cream, unless it was given by a parent. I can understand this seeing how many allergic reactions people have too.

So anyway, this little girl had just intergrated into the toddler classroom last week, she was in the infants before. I went to go ask the woman who runs the infant room if she had any. Instead of politely saying "no". She lectured me for 5 minutes about how I "wouldn't dare" put anyone elses sunscreen on that child. I didn't even consider this an option, but instead of hearing my question she just told me off. I again repeated to her, my initial question of " If a child is fair skinned and she's going to get sunburned, what should we do?" She then scolded me and told me to get out of her room because I was going to wake up her babies.

I went back and told the 18 year old boss that she didn't have any, she then went over my head and the other woman in infant's head and asked the Director if we could use someone elses' sunscreen, in which she gave into making me look like a complete idiot.

And this is my day, everyday. I only do what I'm told but then I'm talked down to and ovverrode with someone elses' bullshit.

For what it's worth

2005-06-13T18:36:35Z

Yesterday I went to volunteer at Detroit's Festival of the Arts. I passed out bags of stickers and coloring sheets, and some other PBS propaganda. I also helped the kids get ready to do 5 second spots for TV, which was super-fun.

It was so hot and humid that I could hardly think straight. I got huge-ly sunburned on my arms and nose. I look like a beet.

I think it's called my destiny that I am changing...

2005-05-09T18:40:22Z

So I think that it's about time that I update this journal. It's been over a year and I've been a horrible person. I have not kept up with my friends as well as kept in touch. I'm living in Macomb twp right now which should be a humbling experience; that is -- if I don't blow a fuse first.

I miss Ypsilanti, even though I kept saying "I can't wait to get the fuck out of here." It's funny how you really like a place more than you realize. I mean, hate the ghetto, the crime, the deadness of it, but I really miss the people. I miss the uniqueness of things and the down-to-earthness of people in Ypsilanti because they were constantly having to deal with Ann Arbor egos.

If I get into U of M in the fall, I won't be away too long. I keep waiting around for my last letter of reccommendation and it never shows up. I also am putting off FAFSA which is idiotic.

I need to find a job soon. My bank account hates me, and I hate it as well.

Back from Hell

2004-12-01T16:45:42Z

Hey Guys,

I realized that I haven't updated since July, and that itself is a crime. Because there are plenty of things to write about, I just can never think of any...

One of the best things that happened in 5 months was my birthday on 24th. My family took me to Benihana in Troy. I think that Katie was impressed. She wants to have her birthday there too in January. Besides the usual Benihana tricks, they also banged a gong and sang me happy birthday in Japanese and gave me a delicious birthday (eggroll?) Well I don't know what it was, but it was shaped like a cut eggroll but tasted like goodhumor Strawberry Shortcake bars. Deeeelicious!

Also, so everyone knows, I was having a frusterating night on Monday, in the mean time I put a full garbage bag on top of my car because I usually take it out to the dumpster which is like 80 miles from my house and is full of sneaky trolls. I like to have my warm car close and running so the usual ghetto trash don't harass me to buy some gold or Cameras. One time this guy in a white mini-van ( with dubs of course)said "Hey Mami!" Like you wanna buy some rings, some gold? I gave him a dirty look and said that I didn't need any..He continued to follow me and yell out his window "Come on Mami, why you gotta be so cold?" "..

Anyway,I was driving to throw my trash out, when I started PMSing and crying and decided to call my mom, and instead of making it to the trash I just drove off with the garbage bag sitting on top of my car.

I hadn't realized that I didn't throw it out until I got to Eastern and in the Library parking lot. I looked around and then put it by the car parked next to me and walked into the library.

Now I have to go to my African American Women's Lit class, for more depressing stories about slavery and incest. Yay. I'm so glad the sun is shining.

gunshots and fevers without Tylenol.

2004-07-07T18:10:35Z

You can tell that the full moon is in effect when customers at Barnes and Noble become crazier and crazier.

Yesterday, there were 2 old ladies who came up to information because they were looking for a book that they didn't know the title or the author for. ( big surprise) However, they knew that it was on the Diane Rehms show on NPR.

Now Barnes and Noble has this quick link called "in the media" which is supposed to be updated every day as a new book or cd is promoted through either radio stations or television. Again, big suprise that it is abandoned most of the year, because this book was nowhere to be found.

It turns out that this woman wanted a book about a woman reporter who was stationed in Afghanistan. If you know anything about any of the books that have been published in the last 2 years, they ALL include some martyr journalist who chooses to hide somewhere in the middle east. So when someone says that they don't know the title nor the author for a book like that, I just show them to the Current Affairs and tell them to knock themselves out.

Because I was working with Charlie, who is one of the most generous and helpful employees at B&N, he volunteered to get out the yellow pages and call the radio station.

We found the book for her, but it wasn't in our store. ( of course) She then says "You people should watch 60 minutes tomorrow night-- they're gonna interview President Kennedy!"

First of all, if you have let yourself plummet into that much of a time warp, you have no right driving, nor do you have the right to vote.

I think that people should be quizzed on general American History and common knowledge before they are allowed to fill out a ballot. It is unsettling that more than 50 percent of our country is senior citizens and most ( I imagine) don't know what the heck they are doing. Still voting for President Kennedy?

The frosting on the cake was the elderly man that called me a half hour before I left. I picked up the phone "Barnes and Noble...blah...blah...blah..." and then he shouts "YOU JUST CALLED ME" I asked him "I called you?" and he replied "Well one of yous did" He had told me that he had a special order in, and he wanted to find out the titles. I looked them up in the computer to find out that they were all new age books on finding the Bermuda Triangle...

I named all of the books to him, and then he orders me to pick out "a good one" for him. I told him that I am not studied on the Bermuda Triangle, and would not be a good candidate for finding a good book. He then says "Well you can tell a good picture from the next, can't you?" Evidentally he wanted one with good pictures and a map. Of course, I picked out the craziest cheapest one possible, and told him that it was awesome. Then, I told him that I would put it aside...he then demands that I find yet another book for him put out by DK that was in the kids section that was one of those "Beginning to read books" because he assured me it was a high quality book. I told him, "yeah, but there are only about 20 words too"

He then tells me to "average" the prices of the books out so that I can ship them to him. I asked him for his credit card number, and he told me that he didn't believe in credit cards. He insisted that he would mail me a personal check, as long as we ship him his books. I told him that retail doesn't work that way, and transferred his call to a manager.

I was venting to Steve in the backroom that this guy was completely nuts. "Hi, I don't believe in Credit Cards, but I believe in the Bermuda Triangle" that's just like saying that you don't believe in Credit Cards, but you believe in Chewbacca.

Steve said that lit up an idea that he is going to start up a band called "Chewbacca Death Cult" in which each member of the band dresses up like a character from StarWars and instead of backup dancers, he'll just have Droids. I told him that it was a really indie idea.

Later that day, I went out with Erica to set an appointment up for my car and went to Urban Outfitters.

I got some Thai food and collapsed on the couch. I then decided to go to bed early, and cried because it was so fucking hot outside. My fan was just blowing hot air around my room and I felt like a two year old with the flu.

Today is better, I'm trying to be productive, and possible get a Kitchen Table ( and maybe a Cat) with Erica after work.

injured rabbits in glass cages

2004-07-02T20:39:36Z

Today was pretty stupid other than my bodacious energy that had me cohorting around with my focus all day long. Good thing I'm motivated, yet losing my mind every other minute...I set out to be superwoman and do some one stop errands at my beautiful Ypsilanti District Library, I was jamming out to Nikko Costa, when suddenly I realized I wasn't that cool.

Funny how, I drove all the way to the library to find out

a) I have no password to log onto the computers ( this is obviously a new installment-- no library card, no internet)

b) I have no letter of proof to get myself a library card...

c) I also have no purse.

Sometimes I like to drive 50 on a 40 zone with no driver's licsence, I don't know...

Anyway, to make a long story short, I swore a little bit, and then I sucked it up and went back to Apple Tree to gather up my sachel and chill out.

I ended up getting even more done than intended. I went to Adray to drop off my film, and went to Anya and David's apartment to go feed Yoda ( their cat) and water their garden.

Now, I am a bewitching library patron with some mad job searching skills.

Also, work was an idiot fest.

Why does the bathroom smell like chemicals and mango?

Why do our cleaning people smell like old marijuana?

Why does Michael Jackson write songs that compare falling in love to horror?

Why do we play jazz similar to the smooth sounds of TJ Maxx?

Anyway, talk amongst yourselves, I'm out.

Assistant Gift Bitch named Helga

2004-06-04T23:48:26Z

Guess what? I'm back and meaner than ever....I've been kicking myself for not writing about my boastful life.

I'm at the bookstore around 4-5 days..

I've realized these things:

1) I need to slow down. Bigtime.

2) The bookstore sucks more than a fat woman eating a popsicle.

3)Money will never "appear"

4) People with British accents are always assumed to be smarter.

Therefore, I will now talk in a Masterpiece Theatre-esque accent so that Ann Arbor people don't undermine my intelligence.

A few days ago a woman came into the store who looked like she was from the Michigan Malitia. She had a full camo jacket and appeared very rough. She also had really heavy BOOTS on.
Natalie was at the upstairs computer with me and the woman approached us. She asked for books on "edibles". We both looked at her waiting for her to continue. Natalie replied "Oh, so Cookbooks?" and the womans expression turned into a nasty snarl, then she said "NO, EDIBLES"...I said, "Well there sure are a lot of things that are edible; are you reffering to things that are crawling or plants mam?"
She wasn't happy with me either. I didn't really care at this point. At least I can finish my sentences and don't ask for vague things...
Also, the same night, there was this man who asked for "Hobbies". I asked him what kind and he responded. "YOU KNOW, HOBBIES!" I then added "OH, Collectibles?" and then he was like "CHRIST NO!" "YOU KNOW! GUNS!!!" and then made an air gun motion with his finger and said "bang bang!".

Today I waited on a woman who appeared to be Donna Sommers. I kept looking at her like she might start humming "It's raining men".

I just ate some Shrimp Tortellini via Natalie and Chad and it was very very good. My tummy is very happy.

It's been a long time since I rock and rolled

2004-03-24T01:48:30Z

Today I tried to have a conversation with a war vet in a trenchcoat and it went nowhere. It was this old dude with a baseball hat that had all of the gold braiding around it, and an unbent brim and it said "US VET" Also, he had really long nose hair AND an ass-old trenchcoat. I couldn't tell if his glasses were intentionally yellow or just tinted from relentless nocotine....Anyway, the irony of it all was that he wanted to buy Gary Null's Power Aging, which made me laugh a little. He started off the whole process wrong by coming to the cash register when I was the only one standing there and looked around in the most space cadet way possible while laughing with his whistley lungs and not listening to what I was saying to him. Then, I pointed to the section upstairs as I explained that I was the only person on the register, as I couldn't leave. He replied with "Hauuuuuuuh?" and looked around some more. I then told him to go upstairs and make a quick right to the health section. He nods in an irritated way because I wasn't going to go through the trouble to drive him in my ambulance to take him up there myself. I then watched him totter up the escalator when he disreguards anything that I told him and turns directly left.

Anyway, this was pretty much my day at Barnes and Noble...times 5. I think the theme of the day was " I'm looking for a Spanish author who writes books that are a hundred and fifty pages long, but I forgot the name" or "I'm really interested in Satan" or "Can you tell me about traditional Scottish costume, my girfriend is having a Rennaisaince wedding, and I'm making the dress...." over and over and over and over.

I was sitting in the breakroom for my last twenty minute break and somehow everyone started talking about wedding rings (no, we're not sorority girls).. Natalie and I were talking about how crappy the Diamond Mining business is and then Susie got upset because she had a huge diamond on her finger. Mike and Marcia are at least original and made their own wedding rings (no, not of twist ties) Marcia is a Jewler ( in the most nonconventional way) and made rings out of some Asian metal mix that looks really sweet. Anyway, this conversation started out with the evils of Wal-Mart and I said " Hey you know who could possibly be worse than Wal-Mart? DaBeers and then it all exploded like a party full of housewives eating bon-bons reading Mattie Stepanak poems.

Then Steve walks in and told me that one of his jelly bracelets broke. I told him that that's what happens when you shop and Hot Topic. He admitted that it wasn't Hot Topic, but Claire's that he purchased them in 1999 and has been wearing them ever since. He says that jelly bracelets have to be a certain thickness to be cool, and his were cool because they were just thin enough without looking gay. ( I still told him that he was gay) Then he told me that when all of his jelly bracelets die, he's going to kill himself. I told him "Wow, kinda like those "wish bracelets". I don't think anyone thought that was funny.

Anyway, I'm back in the hood and up to no good...Or starting horrible perspective drawings, ( you pick)

Ash Wednesday

2004-02-25T13:52:49Z

So today is my Grandma Grabowski's funeral at Saint Lawrence in Utica. It is going to be a sad day, but at least everything will be over. I won't have to deal with any family ever again.

One thing that really pissed me off today was my parents ignorant hype for the "Passion" movie directed by Mel Gibson that is hitting theatres today, appropriately for the mark of lent.

I think that I don't get so angry that a religeous story is made into a movie, I get angry that someone like Mel Gibson ( who in my opinion, has a greater importance than Christ in the American public) is directing this movie. I guess I just don't like Hollywood and religion mixing, or one becoming confused with the other.

I was reading a review today and they were saying that there were a lot of movie "tie-in" items that they are selling to promote the movie. One of these "tie-in" items are replica nails from the cross. WHAT THE Hell? I mean, hey, can we get a little more sacreligious? One more thing to market for the hungry American consumer.

My parents really like Mel Gibson because he is a devout Traditional Catholic. They think that he is a good man because he "likes God".

I think that if a Passion Story has to be rated R in a theatre, it's not saying much for the movie. Yeah, so the true story IS full of a lot of gore and violence, but that's reality. If these "CHRISTIANS" can't let their children watch the "realism" that reflects the BOOK that they shove in their face everyday ( which by the way is jam packed with violent and gorey language) then, what is it saying about Christians?

If people want to Sugar coat religion, then fine, but it's one more reason not to take them seriously. How can you eliminate children from a movie that tells a story that they hear every Easter?

All in all, maybe I should be grateful that children aren't seeing this movie. Maybe I should encourage their innocent faith, and not let it get trampled by the faddish pseudoreligion that Hollywood promotes.

Okay. I'm done.

Good Friday

2004-02-20T17:04:51Z

So today, I feel like things are finally starting to look up. ( It might be for the fact that it's utterly beautiful outside aka 45 degrees) Even if it rains and stays this warm, I'll throw a spring party.

Last night I went to Sidetracks again with my Writer's Workshop Class. It was a lot of fun. No, Ruby wasn't there...I can't stress enough how nice it is to have a good class of people. I feel like it is such a family. I've been talking with a lot of them and kind of deciding and ruling out what I want to do after graduation. I never thought that I might stay at Eastern for my MFA, but part of me really wants to. I think I would really miss the community that Eastern has formed for me if I were to move away. I know that I want to get away and see something else, but I have just now realized how unique my University is apart from a lot of other competitive Universities. It really is quite different, and there is a lot of talent budding and flourishing in this general area.

Anyway, I get to find out how I've done on my test today in Art History. I'm feeling this last minute panic that maybe possibly I didn't do as hot as expected...Oh well we'll see...

why do I try.

2004-02-14T02:27:46Z

I think my whole day can be summed up in a little "what the hell". I was happy that I woke up with no hangover whatsoever, and I went to class, and actually enjoyed a lecture on Hellenistic Art. After getting to my car I realized that I was really hungry and needed to get some fresh, good food. I ended up getting my paycheck which was very meager, and ventured off to get some Japanese food at Totoro.

I wouldn't have thought of eating out today, except for the fact that my roomates left the kitchen atrocious last night and evidentially expected me to clean it up. "Hey, guess who's not a den-mother?" I left this really pleasant note that said. "Can someone please clean the dishes and wipe down the counter? Thank You, Jessica" So I was hoping that I'd get a little lunch and then come back to a clean apartment.

I arrived at Totoro, and I was suprised that I was one of 2 tables. The waitress was really salty to me, because I didn't fill out my sushi order sheet correctly. "I was like I only want one egg nigiri." and she's like "I'LL DO IT FOR YOU *SIGH*" and then all of the waiters were speaking in Japanese and looking my way, I had this huge suspicion that they were talking about me. Thats' what I hate about being one of the only diners in a restaurant is that I feel like they are always watching me put food in my mouth, because they are standing around and have nothing else to do.

The second "fun" thing about Totoro was that the only other dining people there were Indiana Jones and his middle age "ladyfriend". Mind you, Indiana Jones didn't really look like Indiana Jones, he could only aspire to have such a hat and jacket.
He kept talking about metaphysical things and martial arts, and this lady was sitting on the edge of her seat about to cream her jeans. She kept gasping as though he had lead her to "the light" or something. The worst part about the whole situation was that Indy kept talking like he was the Second Samurai, and he was sitting in a Japanese restaraunt. How tacky is that? He kept talking really slowly like he was trying to teach her lessons from the ART OF WAR. And she's saying things like
"Ohhhhh, you're so wonderful, you really make sense to me......why, you should have your own radio show, they would love you!"

"Ohhhhhhhhhh that's what Pratha is! I never knew what that slight jerk of energy was when I was bending into Child Pose!"

This is what I was listening to the whole time that I was eating. And he had his goddamn Aussie hat the whole time he was eating. She was so pathetic that she was hanging on to the words of this guy like the second coming of Christ, not even questioning the validity. Maybe this is what happens when you're an ex-hippie and haven't had any for fifteen years. People like Indiana Jones look really hot to you I guess. There's so many middle aged guys like this in Ann Arbor it makes me want to puke. After the divorce, they somehow, develop a strong sense of Chi, and go crazy.

It reminded me kind of like that Ian guy on High Fidelity that Laura has a rebound affair with. "His name was Ian, he smelled like Patchuli, and listened to what ever world music was trendy that month".

Okay, so after I leave that place I'm crossing the street, and I notice that there is this iced over bank of snow between the meters and the curb. There was no good way to gracefully cross ( unless I had used the crosswalk like I was supposed to) but, no I like to J-walk in unparticular places. So because I have knees for feet, I lost my balance and totally wiped out on the sidewalk on my knees. This lady yells "OH MY GOD!!!!" and her husband is like "ARE YOU OKAY, ARE YOU OKAY?!" I felt like I was getting CPR for scraping my knees. I didn't hurt myself, I just felt like a big loser.

So out of my lunch trip I gained:

1) The black sheep of Totoro restaraunt
2) The witness of some weird hippie hoochie cootchie
3) 8 dollars less in my wallet
4 ) Humiliation
5) A nice new pair of jeans worn in the knees

Then, I got home to my apartment at about 4 and guess what? Fish and Barb are still sleeping and no dishes done!!! Wow, glad you know where your priorities are. So because I was at that point depressed, I decided to take a nap, and hope that when I woke up everything would be cleaned up. Instead, Barb and Fish just left, and didn't do anything. Thanks. Thanks Thanks.

So I cleaned up, and swore alot, ( there was rotting food sitting on the counter) and then decided to go to the grocery store to get some flour and margarine for some cookies, and ended up getting sassed around for writing a check over from the cashier. As nice as I was dressed, I got treated like a criminal. She was in disbelief that I lived anywhere around the area, and hesitated to let me write the check. I'm like "I've written checks for money over at Kroger many times before" she was like "IT DOESN'T MATTER" "YOU HAVE TO HAVE A LOCAL NUMBER AND ADDRESS" and then when I asked for a quarter roll for laundry, it set her over the top. She was like "I DON'T GOT 'DOS HERE, YOU HAVE TO GO TO CUSTOMER SERVICE" ( slams the cash drawer)

Anyway, I'm off to do laundry...and bake some cookies.

TOYS! TOYS! TOYS!

2004-02-12T22:06:33Z

How question marks cease to matter and the process of questioning
dissolves at the risk of disappearing. And open palms cease to reach for
answers for fear of losing too much blood at once.

- nathalie stephens

Today is really really lame. Because it is so lame, I've decided to write. Today I woke up, and then went back to bed until noon. I attempted some lousy homework, and then I was planning on going to this Anne Carson reading at U of M. To my dismay, I couldn't find the room number or the building, so I am not going. 1) because I am lazy 2) because this intense homework that should have been done oh, about 4 hours ago isn't.

Tonight I have my poetry class which should be good. I don't have to contribute anything but my firey intellect and sharp wit, so I'm all set. I also have to critique some really bad poetry. My class has decided that we are going out for some beer after class at Sidetracks, which is a good thing. I really like my class. ALSO. I don't have to work tommorrow morning at Barnes and Noble, so I can have a good time.

I should have some pretty good stories after this class. It's "La Ruby's" birthday, and we're critiquing her poems. What a mess. What a mess.

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

2004-02-04T19:20:46Z

I just thought I'd say that. Bought my white curtain today, just in case anyone cares...worst day of my life. worst day ever. Yay. Who wants a nervous breakdown?

Why am I writing?

2004-02-02T21:57:53Z

Yep. Another exciting Monday at EMU. I am sitting in the computer lab waiting for Rachael's bitch-ass to get here...
I haven't been nearly as productive as I'd hope for, partially for the fact that I've been fighting with my mom on the phone off and on.

I've spent an entire afternoon drawing eggs; therefore, I never want to look at eggs again. The American Dairy and Agricultural Association would snicker with delight to see that my drawings love eggs, from their heads down to their legs.

Anyway, tonight is going to be really trying...I have homework up the yin-yang. I'm awesome. Glad I put it off in the process of looking through meaningful cookbooks...

Sometimes I think I should just bag it all up, and give into my housewife destiny. I've already got enough cleaning skills to make Mr. Clean, in all of his chemical cleanliness want to touch my ass. Betty Crocker is Jealous of my bottomless pile of awardwinning recipies, what's not to love? Soon enough I'll be wearing a pair of sweatpants and a ratty t-shirt from my "heyday" and have six little kids tugging at my bloated legs. ROCK!

Glad I fool myself with my academics.... who's an idiot?

Sadly enough, I remember these

2004-01-30T17:53:48Z

If you have enough time to read these you should.
http://x-entertainment.com/articles/0863/

losing my breakfast

2004-01-28T17:29:22Z

"Hi, my name is Wanda and I like to brush my teeth in my car".

Yeah, so this morning I woke up late and had to jet to school with partial ice on my windshield. I also shoved down a Kashi bar that I had in my backseat for rushed mornings where I couldn't make myself a decent breakfast. In the process of intravenously taking in my coffee and eating my brick, er, I mean energy bar, this lady in a red focus in front of me was brushing her teeth and spitting out the window. She also had a license plate that said "WANDA" so no one would forget her name.

I couldn't eat anymore after I saw that because it was so sick. She had nappy cotton like hair that was shoved into an eighty year old snow hat too. I couldn't make out the rest, nor did I hope to. I just could imagine her in all her hippydom listening to Tribal Sounds and brushing her nasty yellow teeth with Licorice root. I bet her car smelled like a Juiceman Pro and there were crumbs of granola bars and cat urine all over the back seat. Ahhhhhhhh. That ruined my morning.

Okay, so I went to my drawing class this morning which was excellent, except for the fact that everything that Soro-hoe said sucked bigtime. She kept bitching about all of the drawing that she had to do. She is an art major, yet she doesn't know what gesture drawing is. She kept pouting and making "cutesy" faces at the prof. I wanted to gag. Also, she's taken a liking to the guy that she sits next to who at this time is one of two guys in my class. He seems like a real douche too. I overheard her flirting with him, and asking all these lame questions like "So Ryan, what do you want to be when you grow up?! (giggle giggle giggle)" and "So, how old are you? " "TWENTY EIGHT!!!"

-->"Hey, hoebag, maybe Ryan doesn't want to talk to your ass" "Why don't you stop wearing that putrid pink lipstick, there's an idea"

Oh man, who's in a bad mood? This guy.

So anyway, I need to go to my Ancient Art lecture right now, which should be a real trip...

All tomorrow's parties

2004-01-25T01:28:06Z

So, not that it matters to anyone, but a random childhood memory erupted in my brain after drinking a toffee nut frappuccino.....MONSTER MASH. Does anyone remember this game? I am really sad because I don't know where mine is. I just remember that game being really intense and hating my next door neighbor because she really kicked ass with that suction-cup monster hand slapper thing, and always won. No, I'm not on acid, I just enjoy cool monster games, especially when they involve skill-less competition.

I think the thing that provoked this was Rachael's drawing of her Uterus "running" that was posted up in the receiving room at work. She said that it hurt so bad that she was sure that it was going to errupt out of her and start running on the Fallopian tubes. I thought that was pretty funny. This picture looks a lot like a monster out of the fabulous Japanese movie, Yokai Monsters http://www.digitalmonsterisland.com/yokai_spook_warfare.html

Anyway, today was pretty long, and I think I have an ulcer!! I don't think the coffee/juice combo helped it this morning. Besides, work was pretty much a drag. I think that my main goal of this morning was hiding, and finding ways not to work. Then SOMEONE told me that they thought it would be a good idea to go through all the SQL/SQL Server computer books and do returns. I think that was my breaking point. It sure is a good thing that I had so much fun hanging out with Tim last night, or else this day would be unforgiven...

Tonight I am going to Ed, Steve, Joe, Graham, and Jason's house for a Rock and Roll party (aka Ed's 22 birthday) I think that it will be a good time. Barb has told me that she plans on getting drunk. ( I guess last night wasn't enough) I think that my favorite line from her last night was "YOU'RE GOING TO BE SORRY TOMORROW!" and then after that she whispered "AND BY YOU'RE GOING TO BE SORRY, I MEAN, I'M GOING TO BE SORRY!" After this she proceeded to try to get me to do the Apostle's Creed with hand movements. It sure is a good thing that Barb is a funny drunk, or else I wouldn't be able to handle her drinking habits. Oh well, another night of designated driver. Wooooooooooooo!

Are you a Mexi-CAN, or a Mexi-Can't?

2004-01-23T04:47:44Z

That line summed up the most pathetic movie that I have seen in weeks: "Once Upon a Time, In Mexico" I admit, I would not have rented the movie unless it was already lying around the house, which it was. Barb, Emily, and Fish were planning on making a movie night of it, and I was like "hey, why not?-- everyone loves a little Jonny Depp action movie, right?"

Well, as soon as he pulled out his mechanical arm and threw it in a carpet bag, and shortly gave that line, as stated above, I knew that I could stop watching and go to bed. I knew it had bad reviews, but hey, Enrique Englesias? YES PLEASE!

It turns out that Antonio Banderas ( how do you say, ah, yes...) and Enrique Englesias are both part of this Mariachi gang, along with some other fat Latino looking dude who's name I can't recall.

Imagine, the Three Amigos supersized and gone haywire with a script that might as well been Captain Corelli's Mandolin. That was it, in a nutshell, without seeing the end.

Anyway, I had class tonight, which I felt unprepared for, but I managed to talk slow and reiterate Kim Gordon from Sonic Youth for 25 minutes which was a definate plus. I think it went over better than I expected.
I went out into the hall and there was this guy who was apparently a teacher crawling on the floor with about 5 security guards. Evidentally it was a professor, and he had gone nuts. I didn't think it was a seziure, because he seemed to be with it, nuts, but with it. He kept smacking people and telling them to "GET THE HELL AWAY" and they kept trying to hold him down. He talked really childishly too, like he had woken up from a bad dream. Hmmm. Maybe his class was a bad dream. Anyway, hope he didn't kill anyone, caus he seemed pretty pissed off.

Anyway, work tommorow, yay. I'm just imagining maybe I can act more like a Country Bear, rather than a bookseller. And quote awesome Jonny Depp lines all day long.

Why doesn't my school have adequate parking?

2004-01-21T21:17:47Z

This was the question that I was asking myself today when I was almost 20 minutes late for my 1 o'clock art survey lecture. Not only that I was wasting precious gas while pedestrians' tomfoolery was getting the best of me, and like usual chased them around until I realized that they were parked nowhere in the vicinity.

Hey, glad I paid 70 dollars so that I can park 7 blocks away off campus. Great, glad you have my money.

Anyway, I had fun in my lecture, and I ended up on the top ranks of the class for my test, which is comforting, considering that I thought I'd fail the exam. YAY.

This morning I got out of my Drawing class early because it was about 50 degrees in the classroom, again. The prof. even agreed that making us sit there and think in such extreme cold was torture. So, I ended up going over to Panera Bread, the antichrist of breadshops, and getting a bagel and coffee. Everytime I get a bagel there I feel like my insides are going to either implode, or slowly go into diabetic shock from the amount of sugar in the bagels.

Rachael and I are just "kickin" it in the library right now deciding what to make for dinner and whatnot. In case anyone is wondering Paradox cafe now proudly brews Starbucks coffee....Glad they've joined the team! Now I can study and get an ulcer at the same time.

On the same note, the hot chocolate machine is back in action, and I'm all about that. Rich velvety goodness in a cup. SCREW YOU STARBUCKS!!!! %&^&R^%E^%$#@

Oh, this also made my day. .... Suddenly I felt 8 again.

http://x-entertainment.com/articles/0862/

Jumpin-Jack Flash at Church's Chicken

2004-01-20T20:22:13Z

I can't believe that I'm actually at the library this early. Well, it's a quarter to 3, but still, on a day off of school? Please.

Anyway, I'm in an overproductive mood, slightly caffinated, and wearing tights.

Last night I went to Anthony and Bennie's apartment in Southfield. It's always a good time at their very GQ highrise. Lots of Wine and a fine selection of liquor. Also, they have 3 cats. This is coming from Anthony who not only was painfully allergic to my cats at my house, but didn't like them so much either. They have these two shitspit kittens, Wembly and Mokey. I guess they found them at the Humane Society and adopted both brothers on impulse. Now they have 2 kittens that really enjoy listening to "Way Down Yonder on a Chatahootchie" by Alan Jacskson. Don't ask me how they found this out, but it's true, whenever they pop in the song, the kittens ears perk up and they get a little nuts.

Anyway, we were sitting around the apartment and opened this bottle of Chardonnay that tasted like rubbing alcohol with a "slight essence of Bosc Pear". So, Anthony says. After that, we moved onto some hard liquor. Anthony was going to make me a Margarita, but then I had convulsions thinking of my awesome experience of Tequilla, so he made me a drink with Vodka, Margarita Mix and Cranberry Juice. I am not one for mixed drinks, because they ultimately taste like sugar and nailpolish remover, but I have to say.....this drink tasted like the most awesome Lime Popsicle that I have ever tasted.

So in the meantime, Bennie throws this fit about needing to work out, or getting fat or something like that, and he tells us that he is going to the gym....I really didn't feel like going, seeing that I was drinking some liquor, but hey "why not".

15 minutes after Bennie left for the gym, Anthony and I cohorted through the halls of the complex with tall glasses of liquor in hand. I kept panicking because I thought that someone might see us and get us in trouble. ( Just because you can't walk through the streets with open booze) I thought that maybe since it was a common area, they would have a problem with our Las Vegas style supersized drinks. So we get downstairs, to where the stairwell is, and we notice some little kids running around. We freaked out and took an alternate way through a backroute, where we had to cross the Apartment management and check-in desk. We grabbed two "Phenoma-news" and ran across to the gym.

At this point Bennie is all by himself in the gym pumping iron on this Elliptical machine, and Anthony and I are pretty loaded. The best idea we could come up with was to work out with Bennie, so I hopped on a bike (drink in hand) and Anthony started power walking on the Treadmill, with his tall-boy.

Suddenly, we hear some other people come into the gym.. and we got freaked out that we were going to get busted. So we went out the front patio door and hid on the roof. Once we realized that it was just some thugs, we thought that it might be better to go inside, considering that it was a mere 6 degrees out. Even though these guys were some ghetto trash, we were still too embarrased to "hang out" in the gym. Anthony couldn't figure out how to turn off the treadmill, so we just left it running and ended up sitting at this table by the Pepsi machine that was straight out of Alice in Wonderland. The reason that I say that is the fact that when I sat my drink on it, it fell off, because it was assembled poorly. It looked more like a sad saucer "balancing" on a stick.

To be extra trashy, we ended up hiding in the ladies bathroom smoking cigarettes, after school special style. I decided that Anthony's name should be Vonge, and he decided mine should be Deb. Because in reality, we are just two sassy middle aged women.

After that we just went back to the apartment and all put our cinchers on, and cried about our weight. And then, smoked some more cigarettes and drank some Dutch beer.

I thought that the night would have ended there, but in fact, it didn't. Okay, so just in case anyone doesn't know this, Southfield roads are pretty fucked up. I was completely able to drive, I was on my way, when there was no sign to Southfield fwy. I passed it, as I usually do, and ended up flustered in a parking lot of a Topless Bar. As I am calling Bennie and Anthony for directions my car phone charger cord gets winded tightly around my steering wheel that I am frantically turning to get out of the parkinglot. So the whole way home I am freaking out about making a sharp turn, because the cord is wedged in so far, that it is making it almost impossible to turn it, but slightly to the right.

I found the freeway and all that good stuff, but the cord was still hanging from my steering wheel the whole time, bobbing at my leg.

I ended up talking to Tim on the way home, which took away the panic attack, and by the time that I was in the parking lot at my apartment, it just "fell" out of my steering wheel.
Right there, I knew my night could go no further.

Today, I woke up early and went to Dearborn to hang out with Tim. We went to a little diner and got some food and then went to this cool record shop, and I got an old record for 3 dollars. It's called Flanders and Swann, Bestiary Songs" All I know about this, is that there is a song titled:Twosome - Kang & Jag (Kangaroo Tango/Jaguar). I know that this is going to be an awesome record. How can you not love a cover that has jenky hand drawn animals?

Anyway, I'd better get to homework and such, or else I'll just start going on about some animals....

Dressed Up and Nowhere to go

2004-01-15T19:39:58Z

Today has been one of those days that continues reminds me that I am off to a bad start. I haven't finished any of my important homework that is due tonight, but "fiddle-faddled" through things that are due in maybe 2 weeks. Go figure.

I went to a good resturaunt called Cafe Marie with Jere this morning, it was this weird breakfasty-brunchy place over in a plaza by North Campus. All I know is that they serve Raspberry French Toast, and that's cool with me.
Also, I panicked caus I got lost before I picked her up and drove around with an empty gas tank to start my daily anxiety.

The rest of the morning was spent stalking bus drivers that Jere knows on North Campus...really productive. I finished a little work, but not enough to call myself a good student.

tangled_in_bleu @ 2004-01-13T17:17:00

2004-01-13T22:37:52Z

"They call me whiskers, caus I'm curious, like a cat" - Harry Carey

Yeah, so speaking of that, I think I spent about 6 of my lives today, thanks to driving on US23 and M14. This truck persisted to merge over into my lane when I was in perfect view, or as they say on the back of the truck "If you can't see my side mirror, then I probably can't see you", It wasn't like I was driving in his blindspot, and he was like "AGHRRRRRRRR I'm A BIG SEMI, and I'll push your dinky focus over, EXIT DAMMIT EXIT, EXIT. So I had to exit one exit before the one that I had to get off on. I was so pissed. I was more pissed when I realized that I could of been killed thanks to TARGET's truck. ahhhhhhh.
So then, I'm driving on Ford rd, and this guy totally plows through a yellow light as I'm turning left onto Beck. Glad you drive a white rape-van with a deer airbrushed on the side and evidentally like to put other people's lives at risk. Cool...why don't you go shoot stuff, or fish something somewhere..

The next near death experience was in the Whole Foods parking lot where this SUV was trying to "illegally" parallel park, and desided that her coffee was worth holding more than her steering wheel. She jerked her car so far in reverse that she almost took my front end off of my car. Way to go...Glad she had a Free Tibet bumper sticker. Oh also, it said "Witches Rock!" on her side window.

Oh well, at least I got to go to the Plymouth Coffee Bean today, to enjoy 6 minutes of solitude with my Art History book. Then this Moms' coffee group came cohorting in with their tykes....I forgot that I was sitting in the "play area" with tons of tamborines and noise making play cell phones. The mothers acted like horrible post-hippie homeschoolers. I wanted to choke the rest of my coffee down and leave miserably.

Note to self: Whenever "considering" motherhood, remember these women
Further note to self: Hippies make horrible mothers

another reason Hippies need their ass kicked

2004-01-12T20:23:08Z

Alright, this is the last and final time I'm going to tell this story for the rest of the year. As suggested by Chris, I should write this down, just for the record. Just so everyone knows, this is something that happened a little while ago, but I needed to "meditate" first before I could really stir up the juices to write it. This story is kind of complicated in the sense that if I had some sense, I wouldn't have let it get this far...but since I have no skill of intuition ( or rather I don't listen to it) this got out of control.

Okay, so back in the day of my youth ( aka. a year ago or so)whenever I would go home to my parents house I would make it a point to hit Caribou Coffee over on 26 mile and Van Dyke. I'm sure you're seeing a pattern here already with Caribou coffee, and I appoligize. It's just one of those things to "come home to" like a weird comfort thing. Anyway, there used to be this kid that worked there who I thought was pretty attractive. In turn, I would go in there a lot ( not in a stalker kind of way) but just an interest-- like I was hoping to have some sort of a meaningful conversation or something. So anyway, one time I had talked to this kid ( whom I didn't even know his name) and we talked about how books are better than TV or something to that extent, and I was really impressed and was like "yeah, this guy is my type". Months ago, I realized that I was merely acting like a pathetic 15 year old, and probably following a subconcious manual of "great places for singles to meet" and felt like a big ass, and haven't gone back in a while.

Anyway, about a month or so ago, Chris and I met up in Fabulous Ferndale, and went to this coffee place/deli called Zhedo's. Zhedo's is a cool place, there is usually live intertainment, and good food ( not to mention that they are independantly run) which is a plus. The downside of Zhedo's is that there are a LOT of hippies. What I mean is that you can't go there without expecting to run into the dreadlock brigade. Oh, and also a lot of "performance" poets. <-- in fact when Chris and I sat down, there was this chick who thought she was Erika Badou, who kept doing "interpretive" Fiona Apple covers, that were really pissing me off.

Okay, so as soon as we walk in, who's standing at the counter, but that kid from Caribou coffee that I used to go in to see. This time though, he looked a lot more like a hippie in a Jesus Christ kind of way. I was kind of embarrassed to be there, but I smiled at him, and right away he was like "Hey, you used to come into the coffee shop, didn't you? what was your name?" We introduced ourselves, and whatnot...I'm going to save him his name, so we'll call him "Graham".

So, he ended up sitting down with him, and talking for a while. Of course, because I'm a lit-geek, I start off talking about books. Right away, he's like "My favorite is Walden" "Do you like Henry David Thoureau?" I replied "He's okay, despite his hypocritical lifestyle" He was like "Like what?" I told him how Thoreau's gimmick was living off of nature and how he really lived about a few miles away from the city and his mom and friends hooked him up with food and whatnot. Also, Henry David Thoreau's claim to fame is living "in nature" when he lived in a furnished log cabin. Kind of a stretch, don't you think?

So then, conversation went on, and we talked about living away from home. He said how he wanted to live by himself, but didn't want to move out of his mom's home because he only ate organic food, and she continued to buy it for him. ( see any connections?)

Okay, so we left, said our Kumbayas, and he told me that there was this folk singer, David Nefish, that was playing in Birmingham the next week in which I should come meet him at. I kind of gave a "yeah right" kind of laugh and said goodbye and nice to meet you.

Saturday rolls around and I'm bored as all getup, and I call Rachael to see what she's up to. We decided that the Birmingham Folk concert might not be the best thing to go to, but at least it would be a good experience....oh and which it was. David Nefish, was probably THE most horrible thing that I have seen in years. Imagine a man with a guitar who can only write lyrics for severly handicapped/senile people to enjoy. That was David Nefish in a nutshell. He also had this "hit" called Pure Heart, that consisted of some really generic lyrics that only a hippie could love. Graham ended up showing up, and even though he wasn't quite my type of friend, it still was enjoyable, and interesting. Right then I thought "Hey, I'll give hippies another chance, I might be a little too mean". So anyway, Rachael and I departed, and he gave me his number, and said that he'd like to come out to A2 some time. I was like " Sure, that would be fun" and then left.

A week later, Graham came to visit and we went Christmas shopping and got lunch and whatnot. He seemed to really be interested in really "deep" conversations ( which everyone knows is not my style) He talked a lot about meditation and yoga too. Which I don't knock at all, but I have a problem with people that wear those kind of things on their sleeve. He seemed to be very persistant in letting me know that he liked those things, and I was like "oh whatever, let it slide" (in my head) Later, he came back to my apartment and restrung my guitar for me. He was also supposed to give me a classical guitar lesson. Which only turned into him playing John Mayer songs. Then, Graham asks me what I would potentially like to learn to play. I put in Chris' cd "Disclaimer" and played him the song "Generic Shoulder Blade Tattoo" Which is a very beautiful song, delicate and whatnot, but the lyrics have this Beck-like quality, that make the song pretty humorous. Example-->" I fell for you like an old man falling for a credit card scam". ( You see so it's kind of playful, and funny) Well Graham evidentally thought that this song sounded like good Yoga music, because he told me so, and got on the floor to do a full headstand for what seemed like it lasted for 5 full minutes without saying a word to me. It was possibly the strangest thing I had ever seen....After that, he went home and was like "Call me over Christmas break, we'll hang out"

note: this is the foreshadowing for the real hell.

Okay, so as a liner note, Graham was telling me about buying a car off of ebay. Not only was he thinking of buying a car, but he was going to buy a Mercedes. He ends up bidding on this car, and wins the bid. Turns out this car is in Philidelpha. So Graham's big plan is to go take a Greyhound Bus down to Philly to pick up his prize. Turns out that the used car salesman was the father of the lead singer of Ween. ( who Graham has never heard of)

Okay, so Christmas rolls around and I went home for about 2 days, and called him up to tell him that I was chillin at my folks house. He tells me that he wants to get coffee. I was like "okay, we can do that" he responds "I'LL DRIVE!" (which I can understand Mercedes and all)and then he's like "I DON'T HAVE TO MEET YOUR PARENTS, RIGHT!?" I'm like "is this a date?." What the hell?

So he ends up picking me up at my house, and he's like "Where do you want to go?" I suggested Royal Oak or Birmingham which he refused because he's "tired of them". I then suggested Pontiac, a place I hung out when I was 17, and he's like "YEAH, TOTALLY, LET'S GO!" So we drove down to the Blue Note, this hip little coffee place, that is down there next to the piano bar. We walk in, and within 5 seconds he's like "I don't like this place, let's leave!" When I ask way, he tells me that there is too much smoke, and he hates smoke, and secondly "nothing hip is happening". I asked him if he always needs something to entertain him. ( he doesn't respond) So Grahams solution to Saturday night Satisfaction is Ferndale, which is at least 45 minutes away from Pontiac. The whole ride there, he is singing the "Milkshake Song" without the radio being on. He stops and tells me "You won't believe this, but that song really makes me want to drink milkshakes" I was like, "Oh yeah?" So he suggests we go get milkshakes. I'm like "The funny thing is Graham, the last time you were in Ann Arbor, you made me take you to Big Boy to go get milkshakes" He's like "NO WAY! hahaha, wait....you're right! Totally!" Irritated, I responded "Where do you think you're going to get a milkshake at ten o'clock?" and he's like "BEN AND JERRY'S!" ( there is no Ben & Jerry's within a 20 mile radius of Ferndale) So he's like, "Well, let's go to Zhedos'" I'm respond, "Yeah, they have milkshakes". Graham then panics because he THINKS that Zhedo's might have thin and runny milkshakes. He only likes THICK ones. AND they have to be Strawberry. I asked him if he had ever had a milkshake from Zhedo's and he's like "no".

So we get there in all it's Hippie Holiness, and there is this emo chick behind the counter who is wearing some sassy glasses and a nightmare before christmas shirt. He asks her "HOW ARE YOUR MILSHAKES" and she responds "Well, theyr'e hard to make...." Graham turns to me and says"THAT MEANS SHE DOESN'T WANT TO MAKE ONE. SHE DOESN'T WANT TO MAKE MILKSHAKES. I THINK WE NEED TO LEAVE". I'm like "Settle down, just get something else." After all of that he ends up getting, what else, but an Arizona tea. We sit down and watch some whisky-laden hippie try to be Jim Morrison or a bad Jimmy Hendrix. He keeps yelling at the drummer and the bassist. He tells them "he's 1, you're 2 and I'm 3..or he's 2, I'm 3 and you're 1" He keeps getting angry and stpmps his boots and yells into the mic.

Graham, leans over to tell me that he's been "Eating a lot" He tells me that he likes to "fatten up for the winter" I'm like yeah........? So the solution to fattening up is to go buy a "big juicy cheeseburger" Again, self pleasing, he wants to leave so that he can fill the rumble in his tummy.
I ask him where he thinks he's going to get a Hamburger. He laughs in a hippie laugh and responds "McDonalds". We're driving in the car and we pass McDonald's and I'm like "There's you're hamburger" and he's like "YEahh........we're not going there. We're going to Madison Heights!"

So here I am confused, but I am not even about to ask why or what is going on. We land in Madison Heights, another 15-20 minutes away, and stop at Tel-Way Burger, which is like a generic White Castle. He says "You wait in the car, I'M GETTING BURGERS" Again, confused, I wait in the car....he comes back with a sack o'burgers and ends up eating all of them infront of me, and washes them down with low and behold, his strawberry milkshake. What made the onion-riffic experience even worse was that he was trying to provoke intellegent philisophic conversations with me. Unimpressed, I just responded with typical answers, so that he wouldn't continue, but OH was I wrong.

Graham's next big plan ( I'm even getting physically and mentally tired now writing this) is to show me his old childhood house, another few miles away. Again, because he is running this self-pleasing show, I don't even have to give a yes or no answer, because he is going to take me there anyway. So he goes to show me his Bungalow neighborhood, and gets all "American Beauty-like" with me making the experience extra dramatic and looking as though he is going to shed a tear. At this point, he's trying to tell me how the neighborhood fell apart, and how all the kids he grew up with have left, and whatnot.I told him "Dude, if you cry right now, I am not going to be here for you".

We begin our migratin home to which Graham drives 50 miles an hour on the Innerstate freeway. He explains this with what else but yoga and meditation. Meanwhile, cars are beeping and speeding around him, and he's laughing, becuase he's at peace. My head hurts at this point. Just then, he turns on his radio and turns up Clay Aiken "If I was Invisible" in which he persists to sing loudly and cheer for himself. He opens the window ( cold as hell outside) and sticks his head out. He tells me that he must have been a dog in his past life...

Off of 59, he spontaniously whips into Meijer, and says "LET'S GO PLAY WITH THE MUSIC!!!!!" I'm like "What?!" and half-assed look at my watch.(Seeing that I've had quite a night already) Right then, ( maybe he saw me looking at my watch..I don't know) he does an absolute U turn and says "I don't know what the hell I'm doing...I mean I could stay up all night, I'm awake, but you want to go home....I'll drive you home, you're probably tired....I don't know what I'm doing...I'm not tired." and has this circular argument with himself, not even letting me say anything.

The whole ride home, he is silent and doesn't speak a word. He is now speeding 65 miles an hour on a main road. He whips up on my driveway, and I was like " Well, thanks for driving, I had fun" and he responds in a quick "Yep", I shut my door and he speeds off....

I don't know what the hell hit me that night. I've never been in a situation where I go so fast from having someone that goes from a potential romantic interest to "just friends" to I HATE YOU so fast in my life.

This re-affirms my every prejudice against hippies. Anyone who would like to respond or discuss, feel free. Please, bring your wheatgrass and a rag of acid.

The day that the Magi looted Wal-Mart

2004-01-05T16:23:21Z

Today is what is called Epiphany Eve, or "little Christmas". Today is the day that the three wisemen supposedly came to the manger and brought frankincense, myrrh and gold. Why do I remember that? Because I had an intense Catholic upbringing. YAY. Useless information.

I think I'd be pissed if I was a wiseman and I walked into wal-mart, like I did today and saw Valentine's shit all over the place. It's freaking January 5th ( Not to mention it's working on the second week of this being up) I shouldn't really care at all. Everytime I bitch to my fellow employees, they're like "Dude, it's retail, what do you expect--holidays are consumer driven" I know this too, but for some reason it seems to get worse and worse. IF the holidays weren't already ruined, working in a store that already has easter stuff ready in the back room makes it even worse. There is still a part of me that thinks that holidays shouldn't be generic. Like the wise men would be pissed if they found out that some ass-clown named Valentine who lived at least 3 centuries later is able to take over and push all the Christmas stuff out of the way. I'm not sure if I want to have a neverending Christmas, caus that would be dumb, but at least let's not forget it happened? Oh well.

Today also my first day of classes. I have only attended one class so far, and that was my Drawing class which is supposed to last for 2 hours and 50 minutes twice a week. I didn't think it was so bad until I was introduced to my class.

Okay, so to start it all off, I got to class about 10 minutes early, and there were quite a few people sitting in the classroom, and I go to open the door and it's either stuck or locked or something, so I jiggled it a bit, and it wouldn't open, and the douchebags are looking at me like I'm stupid. So then, I walk around the building for a bit and pretend that my class might be somewhere else, even though I know that it is in that very room. I go back, it still won't open. The fucking people are looking at me, and start to laugh. I yell "can someone open this"? I walked in and they looked at me like I was a complete idiot. I told them "the door was locked" and they're like "oh", snickering under their breath. So the best part is that we're all sitting there, and someone else walks through the door with no problem, so I looked like a bigger ass. I swear that everytime I do something it has to be four times as hard as anyone else. Wait, maybe I come a close tie with Chris, caus he feels that way too.

Anyway, I'm not to upset about all of that because I realized that my whole class really sucks already. The prof. seems like she'll be pretty cool, but the class is all jocks and Contrampo chicks. I don't understand what made these people decide that this would be a good class to take. The teacher, Megan, asked the class to go around and say what their major and minor was. Half of the class were graphic design majors or interior design. All of them also made very clear "WE HATE ART" or I'm not good at art. This is an ironic thing to me. I mean, picking a major-- computer generated or not, that deals with art. Why the hell would you pick something like that when you hate it? Not only that, before class they were bashing this aweseome 2D prof that is really talented. They were pissed because they got B-s and Cs. Yeah, too bad he's actually a good professor and you guys are just a bunch of dumbasses.

Also, Megan teaches art at a prison. She asked us if anyone would be interested in volunteering to help. The Sorority chicks in the front started laughing and rolling their eyes. They replied "A Prison!" "I'm scared!" and they're like "That isn't safe!" Right then and there, I decided that those remarks would sum up the ignorance of this class. It's going to be a very long and irritating semester.

Rochester is for Lovers!! ( of things)

2003-12-29T23:04:48Z

Well well, another day back in the ol turf of Shelby twp....but guess what?? THERE'S NOTHING TO DO! Now that's a big surprise! I have come to a conclusion that I think I spend the majority of my life hopping from store to store and restaurant to restaurant. It's really depressing. As soon as I leave one its -- "On to the next stimulus!!"
That pretty much sums up my day at the Parisian Mall in Rochester. For anyone who hasn't been there yet, it's basically this less-than-a-mile strip of stores that is more upscale than a plaza, but somehow jenkier than the outdoor "San Diego" Mall look that I think they were aiming for. Maybe I'm just jaded because I don't like Bath and Body Works and the Candle Barn or whatever the hell it is.
This mall may be aethstetically pleasing, however, the stores really don't catch your eye. Why? Because I could have gone to Lakeside Mall to shop at Claire's Boutique rather than drive 7 extra miles to get run over by TrailBlazers that don't obey the pedestrian stop signs. Get ready Metro Detroit! We're gonna do some walking!

I think that the highlight out of this trip wasn't just Kelly Clarkston pounding in my ears while trying to squeeze into a pair of GAP pants that the woman forcefully kept giving me a "thumbs up" about, but the outdoor speakers blaring "Everybody Walk the Dinosaur" while I was getting drenched in the rain while refusing to subject myself to Hollister which my sister insisted on staying 45 muinutes in.
( Hey English major, how about you cut down your sentence?)

Anyway, I left the mall realizing that it really wasn't all of those things or Talbots 70 dollar pants that I was wanting, but love in disguise. And then a bell rang, and an angel got its wings.

Okay, I am going to Audrey Loves Coffee in Grosse Pointe with my dad, this should be an interesting trip. Also, it will make me feel really generic in my Ford Focus wannabe Volkswagen Golf.