I Miss Being In College

So, granted, I am still in college. But it's not the same. Right now, there are three weeks left before Christmas break. If I were in real college, this would be the time when I had ten million papers/projects due and I'd be all stressed out trying to get them done, going to the library to work on them, and it would be all roasty-toasty in the library, and I'd stay there late, and Christmas would be coming up, which would be exciting, but I wouldn't be able to think about that, because I would have papers due.

As it stands now, I have nothing due. I have to have a thesis written, but not until the end of April. I work on stories every day, but there's no pressing deadline. I don't really have a lot that has to be done. It's taking away from the excitement of Christmas break and Christmas in general. Someone give me a paper to write.

And my house is cold because I can't afford heat, apparently.

We have an ornament contest. Team Laura/Rob vs. Team Erin/Curtis. Who can find the ugliest ornament. And then, you have to use the other team's ornament on your Christmas tree next year.
Rob and I have already won this year. I can't wait to post a picture of it on here, it's the scariest thing you've ever seen. Try me, Curtis, you've got nothing.
NOTHING!
Now it's time to go light my little Christmas Tree Smell candle and get under my comforter and watch Oprah's Favorite Things show.

I am desperate for this duvet.

You know, I almost, almost, miss CK 105 right now. It's three days before Thanksgiving and I haven't heard the Adam Sandler Thanksgiving song yet. If I were in Flint, I would be sick to death of it all ready.
Rob and I are going to the dollar store to buy stockings and Christmas decorations now.
Yay! I'm coming home! I bought a moose ornament yesterday!

Retarded thing we did: Rented an apartment that's 90% underground. Bugs seem to find their way into my apartment. I'm not talking 'ew, dirty apartment=bugs'. I think the bug population is due to the fact that the lower half of my windows are below ground (the drains are literally outside of the window) and the other half of the windows are at ground level. Two days ago I went into the bathroom and there's a bug and inch to an inch and a half big. Disgusting. I knew it wasn't going to be the only one. I've killed three more in the past two days. I am literally afraid to go into my bathroom. I have an irrational fear of these bugs. I fling the door open and look around, at the floor, the walls, the ceiling especially. These things are freaky. When you go to kill them, they hop around trying to get away from you. Every time I go in the bathroom, I'm looking around waiting for something to jump up on me.
I tried to look them up online, to figure out what they were so I could figure out how to kill them, but all those bugs look the same to me. And I started to feel nauseous looking at them all. I swear, I am not a wussy, but these bugs are going to cause a breakdown.

I get massive amounts of junk email. Not porn though, like most people. No. I CONSTANTLY get emails that say "Laura! Open your own dollar store!". Not one email. Daily emails. LISTEN, PEOPLE! I DONT WANT A DOLLAR STORE TO CALL MY OWN! Leave me in peace.

Sarah's post/avatar reminded me of something- when I was in like 2nd or 3rd grade I ordered this Thanksgiving book from the book order at school. It was an entire paper Thanksgiving village that you had to pop out and construct, like paper doll clothes except way harder. It had people and food and you even had to make the tables. That thing was so fun. I set up the entire village on the bathroom floor (I know, wierd, who plays in the bathroom? But when I was little we had the world's HUGEST bathroom. You could have thrown a party in there. But we didn't. Plus, the little paper dolls fell over on the carpet, but they stood up on the linolieum).

I'm going to be driving in the car during the Thanksgiving Day Parade. Lame.

So much work to do... so little work being done.

Chlorophyll?? More like Bore-a-phyll!

The title has nothing to do with the post, I just wanted to say it.
I'm having homonym problems lately. My brain has gone to mush. Today I substituted 'clothes' for 'close'. Like "Go clothes the door". Also, I seem to be messing up the 'to, two, too' and 'your, you're' and 'they're, their'. I haven't replaced 'your' with 'yore' yet, but I'll keep you updated.

Again last night, I'm at the coffeeshop, writing. This kid sits down at the table next to me with some girl and I get the feeling they vaguely know each other, but just barely. So they start talking, blah blah blah, and already I can tell he's one of those coffeeshop people. For some reason coffeeshops seem to attract these people that think they're all deep and meaningful. I don't know what it is. It's funny as hell to listen to, though. Anyways, this particular guy happens to have some major chip on his shoulder about college. After a while he stops his conversation, looks over at me and says "How can you stand to sit here and type?"
At first, I think he means how can I type in here when it's so loud, because it is pretty loud, and I turn to him and say "Actually, it's easier for me to work on stuff when there's some noise."
That's not what he's talking about though.
"No. I mean, that's college work, right? How can you stand to just sit around and type? Isn't it all so pointless? Don't you feel like they're just making you jump through hoops for nothing?"
Oh good God. You're so damn deep I just can't even fathom you.
So I say to him. "No, I don't. I'm a writer. Typing is what I do."

He then proceeds to attack this poor girl he's with for going to college. ("I moved here when I went to college" "Well, why did you go to college?") Hey, I respect if college isn't your thing. Why do you have to go around being down on people who like school though? I like school. I think it's a good time.

1. My new thesis advisor has tattoos on both of her under-biceps (new word). I haven't figured out what they are yet, because I didn't want to be that girl that stares at someone's underarms.

2. I'm getting certified to be a kickboxing instructor. I'm all signed up for the test in February and my study materials are in the mail. Turns out they don't just want you to know about kickboxing they want you to know how the body works, exercise-wise and all. I talked to the lady who runs the SLC gym and she already agreed to hire me to teach classes there fourth quarter. This could end up being really hilarious. I'm not sure I have any rhythm.

3. Things that are coming up soon-
*Thanksgiving
*Rob and I picking out a Christmas tree, probably from a parking lot in the Bronx
*Ice skating at Rockefeller Center, even though they rip you off
*Harry Potter movie. Want to go, Erin? Then we can talk about whether or not you think Harry dies in the last book. I know how you love that stuff;)

4. Tonight we had homemade meatballs for dinner. They were really good. But when I left and gave Rob the meatball recipe, I kind of expected to come home and have little golf ball-sized meatballs. Rob makes meatballs the size of your fist. I think they're actually called hamburgers. They were really super good though.

Current Mood:  shuffled
Currently Playing:  Tracy Chapman

I finally broke down and bought and Ipod Shuffle. I couldn't resist it any more. Now, I have a little bit of guilt.. but a lot of songs in an exciting random order. I can deal with that. I also have a handy little arm band thing.
I started reading this book last week- it was one of the zillion that I buy at library sales and thrift shops, and never read. I chose it out of the thousand other books I haven't read because the author was a professor at Western when I was there- It's kind of...boring. Actually, I think it's the reason I'm having Dakota Fanning dreams, because I picture the daughter in the book as Dakota Fanning. Now I feel like I have to finish it. I'm making myself finish it befoe I start a new one. Thumbs down for the follow-through.
In other news, Rob drinks soup out of mugs and it grosses me out.

Blah. Big huge blah. Woke up. Went to Kohls. Came home and went for a run since it was an incredibly beautiful day. Went to Target to find cheap boots to go with a skirt. Didn't find anything. Can't find my SLC I.D., so I can't make any copies...

I Seem To Be The Only One, But...
I do not like James Frey. I do not like him in a boat, I do not like him with a goat, I do not like that Oprah picked his book for her bookclub and, consequently, he will now make a million trillion dollars. I think he is a mean man. Why is he constantly talking about how much other people suck and how he doesn't? Because James Frey is a mean man, I find this funny.
I would not save James Frey from Evil Dakota Fanning and her father's evil gas.

How I Saved My Little Brother From the Evil Dakota Fanning

So, I had this dream last night. Erin, Danny and I all live with Dakota Fanning and her Dad (who just so happens to be the evil guy from the second Spiderman movie). Everything's all fine and dandy, but every once in a while, Dakota Fanning threatens our lives with a gun. After a while, we figure out that the reason she's doing it is because her dad is making some kind of evil gas, and when she breathes it in, she goes crazy and tries to kill us. So I run upstairs (to be honest, I was running away from evil, gun-weilding Dakota, and I left Erin and Danny behind, which I'm not proud of..) and I yell at her Dad, I'm like "Your gas is making Dakota crazy!"
But now that he knows that I know it's the gas, he's trying to kill me. So I run back downstairs and I grab Danny and I lock us in a room. (Erin, I'm not exactly sure where you are at this point, but I'm sure you're fine..) Oh, but evil dad, so tricky! He starts blowing the evil gas into the room underneath the door. But, luckily, I'm a genius. I put a fan in front of the door and blow it all right back out there. And that's how I saved my and Danny's lives.

Rock on wit yo bad self, Snow White...

The Gods of Yahoo Avatars were listening. Or Santa Claus was.