Meandering Through Insanity

I am never, ever, ever going to help anyone ever again.

Double that never if it involves physical labor. What was supposed to be a short day of helping a friend move out of her apartment turned into an epic tale of stupidity and...well......just stupidity.

The two guys that were supposed to help showed up 3 hours late, and drunk off their rockers. My friend decided that since she had people helping her, she didn't need to lift a finger to move her own shit.

When I pointed out the absurdity of the situation, they said I was being prissy. I think I did well not telling them all off and leaving them to their own devices at that point.

Then they dropped the damn sofa on me.

Three lessons here:

1. Never move with drunks

2. Never crawl under a sofa to get anything while people are lifting it up. Especially if they're drunk.

3. Never self-medicate with borrowed year old Percocets and a flat/warm vanilla coke. The results are just tragic. Intersting, judging from the dream hallucinations, but tragic nonetheless. Those were the wildest six hours of my life, and I slept through them. I think. I was either sleep, hallucinating, or completely off my nutter. I also might have been arguing with penguins about the proper action to take during a zombie infestation. Witnessess claim this was the case. I call shenanigans. Arguing with penguins does not necessarily demand sleep as a catalyst. Or drugs. And I'm certainly not going to take the word of drunks and slothful punkers over my own memories, which may or may not be entirely lucid.


Someone is going to pay for this indignity....

everyone going nucking futs about this LJ thing needs to chill. Yeah, it's crappy, but it's within their right to do it. No one's probably going to win in this one, and here's why:

http://ansuz.sooke.bc.ca/lawpoli/free-expression/tsol.php?r=na

So. Got the book at 12:30 ish. Read the whole thing non-stop.

( SPOILERS RANT SPOILERS )

I'm so freaking bored off my rocker it's not funny.

Is anyone around? Is anyone doing anything Friday and wants to humor a mad boozeaholic?

*blinkblink*


*pokes journal*



holy shit..........this things still alive...........*boggles*


erm...............


ahhhh..........



hi?

so........on a random whim, I developed a roll of film I found in a suitcase, and discovered it was pictures of people from my high school I'd taken senior year, and I got to thinking, and remembering, and I realized just how far I've fallen out of contact with people who used to be close, and wondering how, and why, I let it happen. Granted, distance, and scheduling have their parts to play in this fiasco, but in the end, as always, I've basically done it to myself.

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damnit.

so. blood transfusion. not so kosher. farkin needles and crap. and i'm on iron pills for the next. and it's right back to school tomorrow on an 8:00 flight, and then to my 11:00 class... can we say suckage?

SURVEY TIME!!!



1. When you look at yourself in the mirror, what's the first thing you look at?
My eyebrows. They frame my eyes so nicely.

2. How much cash do you have on you?
Ha. Ha ha. Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaaa.......*sobs*

3. What's a word that rhymes with "TEST"?
zest

4. Favorite plant?:
lilies

5. Who is the 4th person on your missed call list on your cell phone?
my buddy leenie

6. What is your main ring tone on your phone?
basketcase by greenday

7. What shirt are you wearing?:
um. multi-colored flowy sleeved type shirt thingie.

8. Do you "label" yourself, could you?
nope. could if I wanted, but too many apply (slacker, smartass, outsider, geek, bully....)1

9. Name brand of your shoes currently wearing?:
some weird italian name....

1o. Bright or Dark Room?
Dark.

11. What do you think about the person who took this survey before you?
Debs is awesome shit.

12. Ever "spilled the beans"?
.............wouldn't I be doing that now, though? There's treachery afoot!!

13. What were you doing at midnight last night?:
hanging out with friends, playing with Ajax the kitty, and plotting on a way to solve my man problems. like, where the hell are they, for one....

14. What did your last text message you received on your cell phone say?
"where the hell are you? I'm bored." but that was weeks ago. before I lost the damn thing.

15. Do you ever click on pop-up banners?
fark no---that's fodder for annyoing window ads.

16. What's a saying that you say a lot?
I do not have a voice!! (in response to the accusation my voice sounds like I should be working a 900 line)
it wasn't me (reflexive response to my name being called)
17. Who told you they loved you last?
My daddy.

18. Last furry thing you touched?:
a psycho kitty named Ajax.

19. How Many Drugs Have You Done In The Past Three Hours?:
none.

20. How many rolls of film do you need to get developed?:
I hate cameras. need I continue?

21. Favorite age you have been so far?:
21. legal enough to do anything I want, but not old enough to be...old. best year of my life, right here.

22. Your worst enemy?:
myself.

23 What is your current desktop picture?
comps back in houston being rebuilt and upgraded and instilled with awesomeness. but if I remember correctly, it was a tasteful wallpaper of Zoe and Wash from Firefly.

24. What was the last thing you said to someone?:
"We're going to Hell, aren't we?"

25. If you had to choose between a million bucks or to be able to change a major regret?:
million bucks. I regret nothing I do, and if I did, a million bucks means I probably have the money to fix it.

SURVEY ..2:
1. what did you eat today?
candy....manicotti....eggs....icecream sandwich....bowl of breadpudding.....bacon and hashbrowns......and lots of cranberry juice
Wow, that's healthy.

2. what was the last cartoon that you watched?
She-Ra. Found someone who burnt me copies. SCORE>

3. where was the last place you drove to?
work.

4. when was the last time you drank coffee?
..................don't remember. it's been a while, actually.

5. have you had cake recently?
yes. birthday party this weekend.

6. what is your favorite thing to do before you go to bed/what do you normally do before bed?
turn up music, grab a book/writing tablet, and plot out mischief for the next day.

7. what was the last thing you bought?
tickets to Serenity. Go see it. NOW. And then buy the series Firefly. And watch it. Then go see Serenity again.

8. do you do things around the house?
I cook barefoot, vacuum in pearls and pumps, and I can give you the name and price of five major brands of disinfectant. I'm a stepford wife in training.

9. what is your occupation?
um.....intern/student?

10. what are you going to be for Halloween?
Cthulhu. you people think I'm joking, but I found a costume. It's gonna be great.

11. are you happy that it is almost autumn?
no. it's gonna rain and get cold. unlike most people, I like my weather in the triple digits.

12. how many folks on your friends list have you met in person?
every last one of em.

13. what is the closest object to you on your right? (besides the mouse)
a ball of yarn and my crochet hook.

14. when was the last time you talked to your mom?
2:00 this morning, to remind her to wake me up for class since my cell phone isn't around to function as my alarm clock. she was not happy.

15. do you have any pets? if so, what are they and do they have fun and creative names?
used to, but they're all dead now. ooooooo morbid.

16. do you exercise?
occasionally.

17. how much time do you spend on the computer for recreational use?
............................................................I don't want to talk about it.

18. where are you right now? (home, work, etc)
comp lab.

19. do you play an instrument? if so, what? and if not, what would you like to play?
yes. violin, viola, cello, flute, piano. I'm also looking into guitar lessons soon. hopefully.

20. any pet peeves?
stupidity, snobs, and people who can't follow directions.

21. are you an attention whore?
*whore whore whore* seriously though, not really.

22. what was the last movie you rented?
Why rent when you can get bootleg copies from the people who live in your dorm?

23. do you fart in public and blame it on other people?
God no. I have manners, thank you.

24. do you chew with your mouth open?
That's disgusting.

25. are you a calorie counter?
nope. food was meant to be enjoyed, not analyzed.

26. do you like to eat pickles?
yup. (fried pickles, debs? WTF?!?)

27. what type of shampoo do you use?
Herbal Essence

28. bar soap or liquid body wash?
Body wash.

29. would you get married by the "King" in Vegas?
um, besides the whole marriage being a sacrament thing (so no), I could never in my life be that tacky.

30. do you piss on the toilet seat?
That's just damn nasty.

31. if you could have a farm animal as a pet, which one would you choose?
But....but they smell......if I have to choose though, I want a bull. I'll turn him loose on my enemies.

32. have you ever visited a celebrity's grave site?
nope.

33. what colour is your toothbrush?
white. and blue. and I think maybe there's some green and purple....it's like it got pimp-slapped by the Joker or something.

34. do you believes in ghosts/spirits/the supernatural?
yes, yes, yes, and more yes.

35. what are your thoughts/feelings on Rodney Dangerfield action figures?
didn't even know they existed.

36. What is your favorite Christmas song?
Carol of the Bells.

37. real or fake tree for the holiday season?
none. not much for murdering trees to dress it up and let it burn down my house in celebration of a day when Christ wasn't even born. (learn your religion people. there's no way he could've been born in december.)

38. do you like the word "helicopter?"
it's.....awkward.

39. don't you hate it when people use the terms "goth" and "emo?"
yeah. of course, I hate it when most people speak, so........

40. what are your initials?
AAZ

41. if you are wearing underwear today, what colour might they be?
.........white. with little red lips on them.

42. what shoes do you wear most often?
my black slipper shoes.

43. if you had to choose a sidekick, what would it be/what would you call it/him/her? (i.e. Yogi and BooBoo)
a dragon called Draco.

44. what was the last "injury" you had to wear a band-aid for?
the cut I got on my boob. don't ask.

45. do you enjoy the music of Michael Jackson?
yup. before he got creepy and sucky, anyway. so, anything before 2000, and I'm all over it.

46. did you read R.L.Stine's FEAR STREET books at any point in your life?
nope.

47. would you ever get a genital piercing?
ow, fucking ow. no.sides, I'm scared of needles, too.

48. have you ever been in a car accident?
yup. my fault, too.

49. what was your third grade math teacher's name?
I forget. I never liked her, so it's not like I really care.

50. what are you going to do after this survey?
hang around for a few more moments then go to sleep.

Well. This is odd. How do you react to the news that one of your middle
school enemies you thought you would never see again is not only
alive and well (damn) but in a spot of trouble and needs help--so much so
she sent mutual friends your way to do the request?

Me? I laughed and said hell no. This chick spent 3 years actively trying to
make my life miserable. I distinctly remember her beating me up the first day
of 6th grade, stealing my lunch, and going out of her way to tease me.
No, I haven't forgotten, and yes, I probably could (and would) carry a grudge to the grave.

Unfortunately, my refusal to lend aid qualifies me as heartless, petty, and cruel.

WTF?

got the results on my practice LSAT - 167/180. I celebrated byslacking off, then watching Chicago.

Why Chicago?

Because when I grow up, I want to be a shyster lawyer just like Billy Flynn, complete with cabaret show girls accenting my blatant mockery of the defense system. It's always good to have plans for the future.

Intellectual Inferno You have an intellectual sexiness factor of 84!

Who am I to give you advice? You already know everything you need to know, and if there's something you don't know, you're eager to check it out. You are among the few special minds in the world that are truly free, totally creative, and absolutely sexy. The downside is, it's hard to find partners who can keep up with your quick, vigorously sexy mind. You often find yourself bored with anything less than exciting sex, and only those who equal your intellect, your openess, and your creativity can provide that excitment. You're an avid reader, a deep thinking, and a sexually liberated person. You enjoy learning for its own sake just as much as you enjoy sex for pleasure's own sake. Your partner, if he or she is able to keep up with you, is extremely lucky to have you.

My test tracked 1 variable How you compared to other people your age and gender: You scored higher than 96% on sexiness

Link: The Intellectual Sexiness Test written by dr_eros on Ok Cupid

Smartass You are 57% Rational, 85% Extroverted, 85% Brutal, and 85% Arrogant.

You are the Smartass! You are rational, extroverted, brutal, and arrogant. You probably consider people who are emotional and gentle to be big pussies who are obviously in lesser stature than you. You have many flaws, despite your seeming intelligence and cool-headedness. For instance, you aren't very nice. In fact, you're probably an asshole. And you are conceited and self-centered. Not only that, but you are very loud and vocal about all this, seeing as how you are extroverted. There is no better way to describe you than as a "smartass", I'm afraid. Perhaps just "ass" would do, too. But that's a little less literary and descriptive. At any rate, your main personality defect is the fact that you are self-centered, mean, uncaring, and brutally logical. To put it less negatively: 1. You are more RATIONAL than intuitive. 2. You are more EXTROVERTED than introverted. 3. You are more BRUTAL than gentle. 4. You are more ARROGANT than humble. Compatibility: Your exact opposite is the Emo Kid. Other personalities you would probably get along with are the Capitalist Pig, the Braggart, and the Sociopath. * * If you scored near fifty percent for a certain trait (42%-58%), you could very well go either way. For example, someone with 42% Extroversion is slightly leaning towards being an introvert, but is close enough to being an extrovert to be classified that way as well. Below is a list of the other personality types so that you can determine which other possible categories you may fill if you scored near fifty percent for certain traits. The other personality types: The Emo Kid: Intuitive, Introverted, Gentle, Humble. The Starving Artist: Intuitive, Introverted, Gentle, Arrogant. The Bitch-Slap: Intuitive, Introverted, Brutal, Humble. The Brute: Intuitive, Introverted, Brutal, Arrogant. The Hippie: Intuitive, Extroverted, Gentle, Humble. The Televangelist: Intuitive, Extroverted, Gentle, Arrogant. The Schoolyard Bully: Intuitive, Extroverted, Brutal, Humble. The Class Clown: Intuitive, Extroverted, Brutal, Arrogant. The Robot: Rational, Introverted, Gentle, Humble. The Haughty Intellectual: Rational, Introverted, Gentle, Arrogant. The Spiteful Loner: Rational, Introverted, Brutal, Humble. The Sociopath: Rational, Introverted, Brutal, Arrogant. The Hand-Raiser: Rational, Extroverted, Gentle, Humble. The Braggart: Rational, Extroverted, Gentle, Arrogant. The Capitalist Pig: Rational, Extroverted, Brutal, Humble. The Smartass: Rational, Extroverted, Brutal, Arrogant.

My test tracked 4 variables How you compared to other people your age and gender: You scored higher than 39% on Rationality You scored higher than 85% on Extroversion You scored higher than 94% on Brutality You scored higher than 93% on Arrogance

Link: The Personality Defect Test written by saint_gasoline on Ok Cupid

No, I'm not dead. But my cellphone and comp are. Which is why I'm in the comp lab now....instead of my nice big room.......damnit.

Heya everyone.....and if you want to know why I haven't been posting, it's because facebook is my new crack. ^__^

What the hell? No, really. What. The. Hell?

Class from 8-10 so I can graduate on time. I work from 12-5 downtown at an insurance/surety broker.I sleep from 11-6. Some 16 year old girl at the grocery store rammed my basket by accident and said "Sorry, ma'am." A part of me curled up and died.

I holed my baby cousins off in a corner and ranted at them about how kids used to act and the phrases, "when I was your age", "back in the good ole' days", and "kids these days don't have any respect".

MY. GOD. Is this really me?

I'm graduating in May. Done. It's Over. Oh sure, there's grad school, and I basically know what I'm doing--I'm either getting my MBA or going to law school. I'm moving out the house. I'm thinking about bills, how to make ends meet. I registered to vote. I clean the house in pearls, skirts or dresses, and heels. I can give the pros and cons of five different brands of laundry detergents.
And dishwashing liquid. And I when I go shopping, I head straight for the veggies and fish. Not the cereal and ramen. I wear suits to work. And slacks. But mostly suits. With matching shoes, purses, and briefcase. Oh, and nylons. I really love nylons--especially my sheer pair with the black roses down the back.

I pin my hair up in cute buns. I wear perfume, and mascara, and lipstick. I. Use. Foundation.

People I used to chum around with all the time seem hopelessly immature (not you houston or dallas guys, though. relax). I skip over the comics section of the paper and head straight for the politics and business sections.

Saturday Morning cartoons have utterly no appeal anymore, even if it was just for the sheer mindless droning or the ability to make fun of them. On that note, I derive no joy in mocking Yu-Gi-Oh or Sonic, or that utterly craptacular batman cartoon. I almost gave away my X-Men comic books because I'd out grown them. I *did* give away my Sonic the Hedgehog comics. I don't miss them nearly as much as I should.


Does this mean I'm growing up? Is this adulthood? Responsibility? A productive member of society?

Where's the slacker who always did just enough to be decent--never pushed to excel? Where's the joker who was sarcastic, and irreverent, and goofy? Where's the girl who bummed around in ratty jeans and t-shirts with smart-comments on them? Where's the girl who said screw the corporate world and everything it stands for? Who played hard, ran from work, and intended to enjoy life?
When did this happen? Why haven't I noticed till now? How do I change--go back?

.....................do I want to go back?


I think I want to cry. But I can't. My mascara will run, and mess up my clothes.

So, I watched Episode 3 last night, and wow....Lucas redeemed himself. I love three. So much, I've been moved to actually make some important notes about the movie--WARNING, MAY CONTAIN SPOILERS















1. R2-D2 is a little asshole sometimes. I mean sure, he's supposed to be a cute astromech droid and all, but jeez...he's a snarky little git and that one scene at the end when C3-PO gets slated to have his memory wiped, and R2 does that screwed up mechanical laugh? That clenched it for me. And he only gets worse after episode 3.

2. Yoda is one seriously scary green ball of Force whoop-ass, and I love him.

3. May Master Mace Windu-Shaft, Jedi Pimp of the purple (freakin purple!!!!) lightsaber rest in piece. I love Master Windu.

4. Is it just my own insanity, or did General Grievous' voice remind anyone else of The Claw from the old Inspector Gadget cartoon?

5. First movie, Anakin was a whiny five year old. Second movie, Anakin alternated between a whiny five year old, whiny adolescent stalker, and a rapist. Third movie? A petulant, arrogant, obsessive, bastard. That I could actually tolerate. And that scene at the Jedi temple after he turned and started TK-ing? Yeah........I loved him, hated him, and was waiting for him to start force choking people.

6. I was waiting the whole movie for him to start force choking people. But he finally got around to his trademark.

7. No matter how much of an arrogant bastard he is, I do have to say this for him--once he decides to do something, he goes through with it whole-heartedly. At first, he was all geared up to do the whole appropriate Jedi thing. Then, after he turns, he just starts killing everyone left and right (the jedi youth thing made my stomach drop, btw). He really doesn't do anything half-heartedly.

8. "Anakin, I am your father." Those words were never said, but I really think that's what Lucas was building up to with his whole midichlorian spiel. My theory (that I really hold to now) is that Palpatine had "created" Anakin somehow. They never explained really just *why* he was so interested in Anakin in the other two movies, and then after the whole story about the Sith Lord...yeah. That seriously sent my mine back to the Cloud City duel in Empire.

9. On that note, if #8 is true, then this whole Star Wars thing has turned out to be a massive family feud by the end of Jedi, and patricide must run in the famly. ^_~

l8rs people--time for class.

Freakin sweet. I usually end up one of the bad guys. I'm the Shaft of the Jedi Masters! I rock! (but I'm a girl.....*pouts*)

You scored as Mace Windu. </td> Mace Windu 100% Yoda 78% Obi Wan Kenobi 72% Darth Vader 64% General Grievous 64% Padme Amidala 50% Clone Trooper 44% R2-D2 44% Anakin Skywalker 42% Emperor Palpatine 36% C-3PO 33% Chewbacca 25% Which Revenge of the Sith Character are you? created with QuizFarm.com

Screw this.
When I take over the world, Longview is the first to go.

I DO NOT HAVE A BAD FUCKING TEMPER. IF YOU ASSHOLES WANT A TEMPER, THEN BY GOD, GIVE ME FIVE MORE MINUTES OF SEETHING ON THE COUCH, AND THEN YOU'LL SEE A DAMN TEMPER!

*sighs*

A house full of people, and the first person I run into is my one of my less brilliant cousins, who's first phrase of the day is not good morning, but "what the hell crawled up your ass so early?"

I was fully justified for lobbing the paperweight at him. You can't tell me I wasn't.

Fuck this. I'm going for a walk before I actually *do* kill someone.

So. Being at home royally *sucks*. No people, no wackiness, just me laid up on the couch with a fractured leg listening to music and knitting. (Hey, Debbsie-babe, I figured out what I was doing wrong, and so now, I cast-on perfectly. Thanks for teaching me. Maybe one day, I'll actually be able to knit worth shit. So far, the needles and I have problems on the second row.)

Being up in Longview with relatives.....royally sucks ass. Don't get me wrong, I love my family, but getting stuck with over 60 cigar-smoking, bible-thumping, stubborn, loud-mouthed, opinionated, over-educated, arrogant, gun-toting, corporate swine in preparation for a wedding is....a new and special form of hell. Doubly so for the men.

I'm tired, cranky, and ready to snap. If one more person asks when I'm finally going to graduate, or tell me that my boobs have gotten bigger, or that my knitting is amateur, and I should get help, I *will* make the news for slaughtering kin left and right. I graduate in 1 year, or 42 hours, which ever comes first. I'm quite aware that I have big boobs. It's because of your farkin genes. So, shut up, and either leave me alone or pay for the redux surgery if you have such a problem with it. Of course my knitting is amateurish. I've only been doing it for a week. And a day, if I count the night Debs taught me at Beld's apartment. Crticise me again, and chances are, I will ram my size 4 shiny gold knitting needle through your eye. It will hurt. A lot. I won't very much care.

Yes, I'm slightly miffed this morning. There's no caffeine, I'm back on my no-meat diet thing (it's like Lent, without the religious obligation) and my thighs are getting smaller. There's no one to talk too (correction, there's plenty of people to talk to, I'll just end up maiming one of them), I can't *go* anywhere, and while I don't especially love Houston, I feel even less caring of Longview. I'm stuck in the farkin country with cows, horses, and wasps. The ground is red dirt, the population is less than 50,000, my cell phone won't pick up a signal 3/4 of the time, and I think I saw two of my cousins kissing.

Sweet Jesus Hampster, I want out of here. I want away. I...I want to go home.
And the funny thing is, Home isn't in Houston anymore. 12 hours of summer school/mayterm, a half summer in Houston, then it's off to DC, and then Irving. Maybe I'll be in a better mood after that. I dunno.

Yes, I'm more than aware that I've been doing something dangerously akin to whining. I needed to get it out of my system. It was either that, or devise new and interesting torture methods with a crochet hook. Maybe I'll feel better by noon.

Oh God...one of my aunt's just cranked up the coffee maker. There's hope for this morning yet....

Sometimes, I really, REALLY, hate people. Especially the fucking morons who insist on spreading stupidity in the wee hours of the morning when I'm still half awake. Those people are the ones who are going to one day find themself on the wrong end of my shit-fit when I finally *do* snap, and it's going to end with me slapping the hell out of them.

I'm rather looking forward to that day.

Damnit, how is it morons are so easily able to ruin a day that starts out nice?

*grumbles* We'll see how annoying they get next semester when they find out I'm living in Tower Village and fully stocked with weapons of all sorts...for right now, though....a steaming hot cup of coffee thrown accurately has much the same effect, and God knows I'm tempted.....