In the inimitable words of Jon Stewart.

To the guy who left 5 books sitting out for me to shelve at midnight, the raincloud that froze me half to death, the girl in my class who talks about her stupid fucking life all the time, and the douchebag who wanted to know why I don't like Sarah Palin, but got too wasted to hear my answer:

Fuck all y'all.

I'm more excited about the good hair day I'm having.

Today, I am 25 years old. I spent the first half of my birthday doing some grown-up things. I went to the doctor to get a possible melanoma checked out. I shaved my legs. I went to the grocery and bought only the things on my list. After these things, I collected my dirty laundry. I have been putting off doing my laundry for quite awhile now. So long, in fact, that I discovered this morning that I am completely out of clean underwear. After an exhaustive search, I could only come up with one possible contender. That's right, blogosphere/ interwebs/ dear reader(s), right now I am wearing the bikini bottoms from an old bathing suit. This does not bode well for my twenty-fifth year.

Sadly this is how I spend my time.

Yesterday at work, I made these lolcats instead of doing anything that could be considered productive.

Go me.

Basically a grandma, just not in the technical sense.

It's Saturday night and I'm at the library studying / not studying. I cut my hair last week. I had it cut by someone else, but since I spent 10K to learn how to be a hairdresser, I just had to cut it some more myself. I think it looks good, and I think it might make me look older. I bought some wine the other night and wasn't carded. Tonight though, I bought beer (okay, malt liquor. . . (for someone else)) and was carded. So who knows? Now I'm off to get groceries and have a glass of wine at home. I suppose that my life has slowed down considerably. I wasn't really aware of it until now. It's okay, though. I always thought I had the mind of an old woman. Now I have the activity level and bedtime of one.

I have no idea why anyone reads this.

This is probably going to be a boring post, but considering I haven't posted anything in almost 2 weeks, I don't really care. I haven't been depressed or whoring myself around or anything that my last post might have indicated. I've honestly been the busiest I've been in a long while. School has started and I'm taking 15 hours instead of my usual 12. (Yeah, I'm kind of a slacker as a general rule. . . What, are you new here?) I'm working 24 hours a week, which doesn't seem like a lot to me or you, probably, but I have the second highest number of hours of all the student employees, so comparatively, it is a lot.

Anyway, I have 2 teachers that I absolutely love and that almost makes up for the 3 I can't really stand. And all of my classes have material that is definitely going to challenge me. And I'm being serious when I say that I am completely excited about that. I broke my car engine the other day, but everything else is going so well, that really hasn't been too much of a big deal. It's really weird, but I think I'm a lot calmer than I used to be. I'm not sure why that is, but I'll take it. Also, I've been cooking, and in case you forgot (or never knew), I'm obsessed with red lentils. I think I've almost perfected my masoor dal (or daal or dahl or dhal) recipe, and I'll post that when I'm satisfied. Hopefully I can get to typing before the end of the month.

Indecision pretty much sums it up.

I'm very pleased to see so many of my friends really getting into the presidential election. Although I personally am befuddled by modern politics, I definitely think that there needs to be a major change in our current government, and I like that people my age actually care about this shit. I don't only like it because I'm too confused and skeptical to figure out the candidates' intents for myself, but honestly, that's part of it. Maybe we're not just a lazy generation. I mean, I'm lazy, but I can only speak for myself. . .

Mercy mercy me.

I have a really bad headache. And for two days I have felt like a moron. There are just no intelligent thoughts in my brain. I'm getting a little stir-crazy here, and a little boy-crazy. Something needs to happen to fix that soon. I'm trying, and I type that with complete seriousness.

Today I read something by someone I know that kind of made me feel like I suck at life. But looking back, I don't really think that's true, I think instead that overachievers make me feel less than great. I know some amazingly smart and driven people. That's a good thing, but it can be pretty humbling when I look in the mirror. Maybe someone thinks of me as an overachiever. That's a comforting idea.

Also, the only bands I've wanted to listen to lately are Gorillaz, Beck, Radiohead, and Marvin Gaye. And no, I don't have the new Radiohead yet. And two of those aren't bands. I feel un-good. G'night.

This is why I love watching movies on tv.

I'm watching Office Space on E! tonight. I love how they alter the curse words.

"Freak! We're in deep slime."
"We are in deep slime."

But they can still say, "pound-me-in-the-ass prison". Go figure.

Anyway, I have to head out, but I'll be in Nashville tomorrow night, apparently. I decided that after two glasses of wine. Probably not the best way, but whatevs.

This may have to be updated; I'm pretty drunk.

Coming to America is probably the best movie ever.

Anyway:
Where I've visited outside America: Italy, Bonaire, Costa Rica, Belgium (okay, just the Brussels airport).
In America: San Francisco, Chicago, Miami / most places in Florida, New York, South Dakota, South Carolina, Atlanta, Mississipi, Alabama, many places in Tennessee.

Where I want to go outside America: Africa (esp. South Africa), China (Shanghai or Beijing), Canada (all over, even the really cold places), Australia, Germany, Holland, France, Ireland, India, Russia, Argentina / Chile, Iceland, Mexico, Puerto Rico.
In America: San Francisco / Berkeley, TEXAS, Hawai'i, Los Angeles, Montana, Arizona.

Please tell me if there's anything I've left out. Because I'm certain I have.