home of the enslaved and cowardly

Would anyone like to join me as I travel in time to when I'm thirty, flirty, and fun? Fine. At least, I'll have Jennifer Garner. Movie reference PIZZAZZ. I'm quite cold in my normally sweltering apartment at night. Need more comforters, but I don't have any here. I JUST WANNA GO HOME. AND SIT IN A BLANKET NEST. IN MY SWEATPANTS. Yesterday, I decided to force myself into "real pants" because I would be out and about with people. My jeans put up a good fight, but in the end, I barely managed to dance-slash-fight-slash-hop my way into them. And strapped on a belt for good measure. The few classmates that I have met so far have not been impressed by me. But that's probably because I feel like a nervous swamp rat who just got on the bad side of Luke Skywalker and have no energy to deal with strangers. A certain class of mine feels like I'm settling for less (for the first time in my efforts) than what I would normally pick. Usually, I tackle the...

Watched the Portlandia episode of The Simpsons , and mygoodness that is exactly what Austin is like. And I feel like Marge ALL THE TIME. Except you know, not being threatened by Nipple Nazis about breastfeeding. More on the scale of Bart, but by girls - if that makes any sense. On the plus side, I did watch a Community  promotion for Huluplus, and it made my heart swell I may have released a squeal or two . No shame in any of that. I wonder if all the cool kids have to shower and put on pants much more often than I do during school holidays. Actually, I know that they probably do because of photographic evidence on Facebook. Well - HA that just sucks for them. To not know the glory of rolling around all day doing nothing wearing whatever the hell is comfortable, warm, somewhat  and clean enough in the private nest of your own home is a sad thing. Indeed my bedroom looks revolting, but my home is rapidly blossoming into a cool, classy place because I do nothing but clean...

Disgusting and satisfying. And sad. Had to lob off almost half an inch of fingernails off each finger after one of them broke (WEAK LINK). It is probably for the better since I was starting to have difficulty typing and texting. BUT THEY WERE SO BEAUTIFUL. WHEN WILL THEY EVER LOOK LIKE THAT AGAIN. Mr. Charlie. So agreeable. Dancedancedance party last night. Looks like my mother was right and I need to go on a deflating period. Damnit, I'm so squishy during the winter though.  Not a huge believer of New Year Resolutions. Sure you can have them. And, hey, if that's what works for you, then more power for you. But I don't think that a new calendar year is the only opportunity for a person to make drastic changes in themselves. That can happen whenever you decide to change, so long as the conviction is there.  Don't even need a filter. Thanks Blackberry & terrible lighting. If I really had to make a resolution for 2013, it would probably be to make ...