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I really have nothing to say. I should be spending this valuable, post-pizza time hitting the books (which of course means the internet) for meine Nature Experience de infierno. But instead I'm cross-legged on my floor, looking through ads and writing you. Quel fromage, I say. What the cheese.

Well. I could go make zucchini bread. That bloomin' pizza set my junk cravings off, flashing and sirening over every single sugary ad like police raiding a German bakery. Why German? Why not?

Steph thinks I should make zucci bread. I've just decided to call it that. I may even have to name my daughter 'Zucchini' so I can call her 'Zucci' for short. I'll make up some ridiculous story about how when I was pregnant with her I had the most horrid cravings for our neighbor's fresh zucchini, and I made her father go steal it for me. Till one day he got caught and arrested for trespassing (our neighbors will be the cantankerous sort). And that will take care of both her insecurities about her freakish first name and why she doesn't have a father *wicked grin*.


*sigh* I wish I could just scribble on forever. But, alas! My bed is calling me. Zucci bread will have to wait.

I Love Being Mad/One Card Short of a Full Deck/Knitting with Only One Needle/And Just Freaking Insane

Okay, so as I was productively skipping class in the JFSB today, I found some fun little blogs. They made me happy, so I thought I'd share them:

(This just made me happy)
http://talentedunemployedjd.blogspot.com/2008/03/ive-got-another-confession-to-make.html

(And this one's just a little bit of fun)
http://todayinseven.blogspot.com/

.....

*dies laughing*

So, now it's, what , 7:58 and I'm still at the JFSB, still skipping class (and life for that matter), browsing my old comp. entries (sort of diary entries, but more like random expressions of madness), and I find this:

"10:54 PM Saturday, November 10, 2007

So much for the afterglow…..

La meré. I am le tired. And le fried. And just plain sucky. I don’t need le French for that one.

Well, this feels good. It has been such a jolly long time since I’ve written anything remotely related to a journal, especially on le computer. And now, on this pathetic Saturday night, I’ve returned.

Man, what crap. Yeah, I’ve been at college for, what, almost five months? And I’m already burned out and ready to screw it all? Yeah, that’s jolly stuff.

Problem is I’ve been jacking off for so long it’s just hard to stop. I’ve never had to work for anything. My days as an academic thus far have been like this:

*Teacher standing at front, lecturing to a konked out class. Me painting my nails (electric blue, no less) in the front row. And, for the sake of my screwed up mentality, let’s put me in a freaky, Catholic schoolgirl skirt and a DD cup*

Teacher: And that’s how the human genome was finally decoded. Now, would any of you like to replicate the DNA strand of the arabidopsis thaliana on the whiteboard here?

Class: *snores*

Teacher: Ah, Tia, why don’t you enthrall us with your exquisite grasp of biogenetics?

The distraction causes my oh-so steady hand to jerk, coloring my pinky blue.

Me, irritated: Oh, you want me to demonstrate my mad mental skills in front of such an unworthy audience? Is that it?

My chair flies into deep space as I shoot up, going into a flying spin kick right in Teacher’s face. Screw genomes. Brazilian Jujitsu kicks its *** anyday.

Well. Yeah. That’s about how it felt anyways. The part about the nail polish is true (though not the nungas, thank heavens). Having Hilde’s around was enough to put me off big breasts for life."

I freaking love my screwed up self.

Because Branden Wants It....

...even if he doesn't know it.

Awesome song: Love Me Dead by Ludo

http://profile.imeem.com/461zpM/music/RT-wAInz/ludo_love_me_dead/

Por lo manos, imeem is an awesome sight too.

I Can't Sleep....*grumblegrumble*

And so the week of insomnia continues. Happily, tonight I am kept up by the excitement for tomorrow and not the dread of it. I'm full of all those racing thoughts that just won't let you sleep, no matter how pocked and saggy your skin, how tired your muscles, how headache-y your brain. Ah, I live for these nights.

I'm feeling...benign? Maybe mild; Thesaurus.com says I'm feeling "downright neighborly" (glory, I love that site). Calm is certainly there. I've felt more calm today than I have (on a weekday) for a while. At least a couple weeks. Strange how that works. I am also listening to Two-Star Symphony, this awesome quartet from Houston, TX that has a strong flavor of Russia - to ignorant, ol' me at least. They are so cool I feel the need to promote them.

Nifty Tex-Russian musica aside, I am also looking up all the bookstores in the greater Tri-Cities area. I've decided that being eighteen and out of school two months earlier will make job-hunting far more attractive than it was in high school, and since I'll be relatively early, I can be choosy. At least at first. Then, when no one hires me, I'll settle for frying spuds for the King (Kimberly Ann, we still haven't played that game *pointed look*).

Hmmmmmm, let's see.....other than that I may be going up to Boise this weekend. Mi madre y padre will be there and I really want to go. I'm trying to resign myself to the fact that I may not, but I want to cheat my last stretch of Spartan existence and recharge with the fam. I want to ask Dad for a blessing and Mum for hair dyeing tips and make Willy unlock my phone (and check out his relationship w/ Jess) and so forth. Then I can come home and suck it up for a couple more weeks. Happily, in fact.

Well, that'd be grand, but who knows. I do know that tomorrow's gonna suck it up if I don't go to sleep soon (though it's pretty much already gonna suck - I have to get up in 3 hours). Bleh.


PS Here's a site where you can listen (and even download - ooerg!) Two-Star Symphony. "Something She Said" is my favorite so far.

http://music.download.com/twostarsymphony/3600-8281_32-100790363.html

Because Everyone is Doing It (and I Like Tag)

Favorite Color:Hahahahahahahaha!!!!

Favorite Animal:

Bad Habit:

Favorite Food:

Favorite Hobby:

Place I live: Go Clockwise (Los Lunas, Las Vegas, Richland, Provo)

Favorite Song:

*snort* S'not even my favorite song (though who has one of those, seriously?), but the picture was just too perfect!

My Job:

Favorite Author:

Favorite Dessert:

Ambrosia, straight from Mt. Olympus.

Picture of Me:

Hey, if the shoe fits.....

I Freaking Love to Color!!!!

And I'm Freaking restless to boot. I couldn't sleep due to the aforementioned problem, and just when I got down from my bunk, Aryel charged in. Good timing, because I've calmed down, but I've also gotten a little bit of my psycho out of my system. Poor Kym though, she's probably cursing her name by now *grin*.

Anyways, I'm just posting this for the heck of it. I'm now going to go rest my soul...or read until I drop dead. Either way, don't be surprised one day if you wake up and I"m texting you from Hawaii or Greece. I'd totally jump ship if I could slip the money out from under my dad's nose. Sadly, he checks my account regularly, so no flying away anytime soon.....*wistful stare off in the distance*

Where Have All the Bishies Gone? Why, There Right Here - In Deutschland!

Ok, topic of the day: Bill Kaulitz.

Just a sidenote - he's a man. A very freakishly pretty man.

I found this 'guy' while I was surfing around imeem last night, and after seeing his face I had to click on the ad. Not surprisingly, I thought he was....a girl.....and even better was after I'd read all about him and his twin brother (who pulls the gangsta look - I"ll show in a sec), I still thought he was a girl. They even blatantly stated "he..." "he...." "he...", etc., but I just couldn't look at that face and think: boy.

I had it almost figured out to wear it was a huge gimmick and he really was the twin sister (manga widens my range of believability), but then I heard him speak. And sing. And much as I'd like to think that that's just a very husky girl, I might have to just cede and give him his sex.

*sigh* Well, the sad result of all that strange fascination is now I can't/don't want to take my eyes off of him. He's just plain appealing to the eye and because I've officially given in and named him male, he is now my new fantasy toy. One day, he will walk around Salt Lake (I've decided that's the most believable place, though campus would be a lot more convenient), bump into me, find himself strangely drawn to me, get converted, and woo the heck out of me. I really have read too much manga<---He's our age, by the way. Oh my gosh, he's such a girl.

Ah, well, I figured I'd chalk it down to a strange impulse/attraction/sick fascination. I like different things, black things, and pretty things, and he certainly embodies all of those. Freaky.


Bill No-Makeup - still a girl (look at those eyes).

So hot....it's just not normal.This is the only picture I can find where he looks anything like a guy. Oh, and here's his twin.




Ok, so I know this is way more pictures than anyone asked for, but I just couldn't help myself. There are strange powers of attraction at work here, and I'd be the last to understand them.

Anyways, I wanted to write something actually intelligent about the band to redeem my return to adolescent worship, but I have to go to class. So, I'll just have to let you research. There was a good article by a German guy, but I've lost the link. Anyways, name of the band's Tokio Hotel, if you want to check them out.

PS Their music doesn't particularly slay me, per se, but they are freakishly popular internationally, so maybe it's just me.

Hey, cherry, do you belong to the physics club?

I. Found. The most. AWESOME. Pair of boots today.

Doc Martens, plaid interior, ribbon laces, and they fold down half-way like Bender does to his boots in The Breakfast Club. Sweet!



Oh, and that's not even the best part - they're only $70 at Famous Footwear. Everywhere I've tried to find them online, they're $150. Yeeeeesssssssss......I am so going to go buy them tomorrow. I've wanted Doc Marten boots half my life (and, no, I'm not exaggerating).

Well, on a less shallow note, my life is dandy. I've actually had a pretty good day (though my head is starting to object to that no sleep thing I had going for me last night), and I already bought a pair of nice, brown sketchers and new running shoes today. So my feet are in Hermes heaven. And it was sunny and warm....still! I'm amazed, to say the least, but definitely still appreciative!

Ah, boots.....really I can't deny it. I'm still euphoric from simply deciding I was going to own those boots. Euphoria!!! Utter, rapturous, worldly joy! And that's just from deciding - imagine what I'll be like when I actually buy them.

Hallelujah!