Fun Fact!

It unnerves me to no end when someone grows out their pinky fingernail and keeps all of the other nails short.

Uppity Bitch of the North

A Yankee in the dirty is not where a Yankee should be.

Saturday night we went to a party, I was supposed to make new friends and meet wonderful new people. Sunday morning I just felt depressed and unpopular.

Fucking me.

I've only been back a week and I'm already walking the edge between me not being able to exist without a social life and being depressed for days as a result of it.

What the what. I just can't win.

I need friends, but I feel like I'm back in middle school. Sitting alone wishing I could play the popular kids game.

Sometimes I feel like I'll always be that consummate spaz. The girl who's only faking popularity, and only the truly popular can see through my disguise.

There are no freaks here in the dirty.

Just a stranded uppity bitch of the north.

(picnic, lightning)

Also....

I hate Phil Collins.

What the what Google+?

Ok, so I just logged on and created a profile on google+. It could be that I just don't have teh patients or comprehension for this new fangled technology...but I don't get it.
IT's like facebook right?
But then what?
What else am I supposed to do?
It's all like, "Circles!", and I'm all like, "WOW! Exciting!". But then I don't get it beyond that.
So, what the what?

I want a dog.
I do not care if it is obnoxious, stinky, loud, or homicidal.
I want a dog.
I have been locked in this apartment in this desolate hell of these southern states for far too long. Perhaps if I was to acquire a dog I would not feel trapped as if in an ivory tower.
Perhaps if there was a dog in my life I would stop referring to the apartment complex as "The Compound".
Perhaps if I had a dog my lifestyle would become stable and not this nightmarish scenario of unemployment and uncertainty.
Then again, maybe not.
But I won't know until there is a dog in my life.
I know for certain that my ceaseless bitching will not stop until there is a dog.
So let's just make this easier for everyone involved (JASON) and let me have the damn dog.

(picnic, lightning)

The Doctor has an answer for everything

I keep watching episode of David Tennent Doctor Who and totally identifying with them. Ok, hear me out...its for two specific reasons.

1. at the end of the "waters of mars" the doctor finally decides that he can do anything and is the time-lord victorious. He's on top of the world thinks he can do no harm and then the one chick goes and blows her brains out...and ITS TOTALLY HIS FAULT! I feel like this more often than not. As soon as I think everything is hunky-dory and I can do no wrong the universe decides to tell me otherwise. For this reason I am incredibly hyper-critical of myself, and am neurotic about my impact on others. I've let people down in the past and have been hated for it for years. Many people say that the other party should just let go and get over it. I say, if I pissed off someone that badly then they have the right to stay mad at me as long as they want. In that moment when the women shoots herself in the noggin and the Doctor realizes what he's done. I live in that moment these days, waiting for the other shoe to drop. And the fact that I'm moving away is just amplifying it....Which brings use to reason number 2!

2. at the end of "the end of time" when the doctor is about to regenerate he pleading states "I don't want to go". This one impacts me more than the other, because after all, I am moving away from everything I've always known and trying to make a go of it with a man whom I both love and, at times, cannot stand. I don't want to go. Everyone tells me that this will be such an adventure but I cannot begin to believe them. I'm scared of what comes next and what person I might become because of it.

That last bit sounds familier to all you fan girls out there, doesn't it?

Point is, I wanna say fuck it but I know I'd never have the heart to hurt Jason by not moving.

But that's a conundrum that the Doctor will never have to face, because everyone leaves him on their own.

(picnic, lightning)

So! Finals.
So! Graduating.
So! Chirstmas.
So! Disneyworld.
So! Moving.