Yeah, yeah, I'll write something substantial eventually (like how I passed out on Brett's stairs the night of 12/15 and how he thinks it's HILARIOUS), but I really need to wind down first. Maybe tomorrow!

Anyway, meme I stole from various people:

( Second verse! Same as the first! )

Another reason my mom is awesome:

Me: [the neighbors] need to stop letting their dog and cat roam around! That's ridiculous! They don't give a shit about those animals, and [their cat] Tiger is lonely! He comes up and wails at me all the time!
My mom: [my aunt] JoAnn said something to them the other day. (she launches into the story)
Me: Glad we love our pets.
Mom: (to our dog) Yes we do love our pets! We don't let our doggie roam the streets like a common hooker!
Me: ... what?

It's been a while since I've written, no?

A lot has happened. I had a boyfriend for all of three weeks. It was awesome, seriously... up until he dumped me a couple weeks ago over text message because he's an asshole. He claimed one of my friends told him I had a crush on Nick. What. I don't even SEE Nick, like ever. All I mentioned to him was that the kid comes to my family's end-of-the-year bash. Hell, anyone can come to the damn clam bake as long as I invite them. If they can put up with my family, they have a permanent invite. So yeah, he dumped me because of that. Later, however, I find out through Maria that he asked out Maria's friend Steph, and that he told her he hasn't had a girlfriend in a year. What. I told Maria the story, and Maria told Steph the story, and Steph decided to not talk to the asshole again. Disappointing that it had to end that way. Though things happen for a reason; hopefully I'll end up with someone genuinely awesome.

Next, I finally decided where to go to college. I'll be attending DeVry University's online course division. I just got word from my advisor that 57 of my credits transferred, so I should be done in a year, maybe a little more. Thank goodness. Finally something goes easily in my life.

Work is work. It has its good days and bad, like anything else. It's tolerable enough so that I can be reasonably happy until I get a real job. My subordinates are absolutely nuts, and my peers and bosses can be as well. (The subject quote is courtesy of Lisa, one of the executives. She's very quotable)

A girl I've known since grade school just got engaged (congratulations, Rachel!) to her boyfriend John. It seemed to me (and a lot of others, from what I gather) at first like one of those "unlikely" pairs, since they're from such different circles of friends, but to see them in pictures together? They're adorable, and I'm so happy for her. I don't know John all that well, but I have spoken with him on occasion, and he's a sweetie of a guy.

As usual, though, I get all introspective whenever someone I know gets engaged or what have you. I have had, over the course of the last two weeks, three different people at three different times tell me that I have a great personality (one was some random lady whose purchase I was ringing out, another was some random East Indian-looking guy, and the third was a co-worker). And, over the last month, I've had two different guys tell me that I'm the kind of girl they'd marry (one was asshole ex-boyfriend, another was a friend in the same World of Warcraft guild that I am). But arrrRRRGGH GOD DAMN IT! Why can't I find a sweet, nice, cute, semi-normal guy who's NOT AN ASSHOLE, and doesn't have more PROBLEMS than I have fingers! GAHHHHHHH!!!! I'm just so sick of all this bullshit. I see Anthony about double as much as I used to (twice a month-ish) but he's so busy even when he's not in school that arrrrgh, I probably won't be able to date him, either. And I like him so much, too. He's all feeling old, having turned 30 in February, so he's being a butt sometimes. Not mean or anything, just... solitary.

*rips out hair*

It's been a fun month. I really need to go out and party or something; find cute boys, etc. Bleh. Most of the cute ones around here are attached to girls though.

Whatever. I'm going to play some World of Warcraft before I go to the gym.

BECAUSE ALL THE COOL KIDS ARE DOING IT LOL

Also, I did about 4 different pictures, and apparently, I REALLY look like Gloria Estefan, because she was in all of them.

So my mom, in typical mom fashion, usually will ask me what I'm playing when there's a new game in my PS2 that she hasn't seen yet. I usually just give her a nice little explanation, and she leaves me alone. She thinks the War on Violent Video Games is hilarious, btw.

Anyway, I'm playing Resident Evil 4, and my mom comes in to show me some new jeans she bought.

Mom: What's this new game you've been playing so avidly?
Me: Resident Evil 4.
Mom: What's the object?
Me: You're a government agent named Leon who has to save the President's daughter, and escape alive. I get to shoot zombies!
Mom: (sardonically) Sounds violent.
Me: Well, actually, they're Spanish people turned into zombies by this parasite.
Mom: (laughing, sarcastically) Oh, well as long as they're Spanish people. Haha! Just kidding. So do you like my new jeans? Hey, that zombie is trying to detach your lift.

I have the best family ever.

EDIT: How the shit did I manage to disable comments on this post? Oops. And Semagic wouldn't let me edit that without deleting and re-posting... hmm. Must be a bug.

Whoa. James Brown just died.

Aaaaand Lezard becomes the theme for my Livejournal for a second time. Now with more Valkyrie Profile 2 artistic goodness!

What can I say? I'm a sucker for boys with glasses.

This may be my caffeinated beverages talking, but is the relationship between Lezard and Lenneth Valkyrie analogous to real world relationships or what? Here's how it breaks down, as I see it (non-spoilery, don't worry; I'll use the same names in each example, just for the sake of correlation):

Valkyrie Profile
Lezard: Lenneth! I love you!
Lenneth: Uh no. Love can't exist between humans and gods.
[time passes]
Lezard: I know, I'll stumble through trials and tribulations and go places that'd drive a normal human mad, and become a god! Then Lenneth will love me!
[more time passes]
Lezard: Lenneth! I'm trying to become a god! Then we can love!
Lenneth: Uh, actually, I just don't like you because you're weird, not because you're not a god.
Lezard: But I did this all for you!
Lenneth: Jesus Christ.
Lezard: You called?
Lenneth: ...And there's another reason I don't like you.

* * *

Real Life
Lezard: Lenneth! I love you!
Lenneth: Uh, no. You're not rich enough/popular enough/whatever.
[time passes]
Lezard: I know, I'll stumble through trials and tribulations and work my ass off to become rich enough/popular enough/whatever! Then Lenneth will love me!
[more time passes]
Lezard: Lenneth! I'm a CEO of a Fortune 500 Company/top 40 rock star/whatever! Now we can love!
Lenneth: Uh, actually, I just don't like you because you're weird, not because you weren't rich/popular/whatever.
Lezard: What the fuck.
Lenneth: Heh heh heh.

...Yeah, maybe this is the caffeinated beverages talking. But I'm posting it anyway. Crossposted to the Alfheim community because I don't get epiphanies as often as I'd like.

EDIT: I need to make a new Lezard LJ layout. It will be awesome, and I will be happy. Then I will use my "in ur tree" icon more.

Holy shit, I'm glad to be alive.

I was on my way to school, from work today, heading to school, and I missed the street I was to turn down. I turned around in some guy's driveway, and headed back toward the street I was originally going for. I turned down the street and...

...Next thing I know, I'm a direction I don't remember facing, there's a ringing in my ears, and a pressure in my face and head that wasn't there before. I gathered my bearings and saw a lot of smoke, and started feeling pain in my foot and knee. Holy shit, I thought. I just got into a motherfucking head-on collision.

I remember knowing I had to get out of the car. I tried to open the door, but couldn't. I rolled down the window and climbed out as best I could. As soon as I hit the pavement, I couldn't get back up. I started crying and shaking. A lady with big glasses and blonde hair came over and asked if I was all right. I wiped my running nose and came back with blood. "No," I said, and started shaking and crying again. A man came over and told me 911 was called, and they were on their way. The lady gave me tissues for my nose. She asked me what hurt. I asked her to get my boot off, becasue I felt my foot start to swell and ache, and didn't want them to have to cut the boot off. The lady helped me and I thanked her. I introduced myself, but I'm sorry to say I don't remember their names. Hell, I'd send them thank-you cards at the very least, if nothing else.

A first-responder EMT got there first and I remember seeing a road flare. The fire dept. arrived and directed traffic. I looked at my car and realized the front end was completely collapsed. I started shaking and crying harder. The lady hugged me and the man wrapped me in his jacket. "I've been in an accident worse than this, honey! You'll be fine," the lady says. "I wanted a new car, but not like this!" I wailed, and started laughing, then crying again. The lady laughed and hugged me. "Oh honey! That's EXACTLY what I said after my accident! We ladies must think alike!" The man asked me if I wanted anyone called, I told them to call my mom, and he did. My mom, in mom fashion, was on her way immediately to ECMC.

The EMTs arrived soon after, and they got me laying down. The man had pretty fresh stitches above his lip. They got me on the board thingy and put a neck brace on me. They took me to ECMC.

My mom's boss had driven her to the hospital, and they were already there by the time the ambulance got there. I asked them for my mommy and they sent her in. She held my hand and I felt a lot better. After a bit, they wheeled me into a room, and my mom and her boss, Laura, joined me. They kept making jokes which made my head hurt worse from laughing.

Long story short in the ER was that they prodded and poked me a lot, and did a few x-rays. The nurse had NO bedside manner at all.

I had to pee badly, and they wouldn't let me go until after x-ray :/

I'm all right. Nothing's broken, but my foot has a bad sprain and I have to stay off of it for a good week. My nose is swollen and sore (also not broken. Did you know an airbag deploys at 324 miles an hour? The nice EMT man told me), my neck has a good abrasion on it from my seat belt, and I'm bruised up and down. I'm really ok, though! Sort of. God, that was scary. I really don't even know what happened; I'm always so careful. My car is totaled, my pants I was wearing are in shreds (they cut them off me). It's ok though, 'cause they were $15 pants from Dots. I'll just buy a new pair when I get out again.

Ahem. WEAR YOUR SEATBELTS, BITCHES. If I hadn't, I'd be dead. SO BUCKLE UP, MOTHERFUCKERS. Yeah, my body may be bruised, but my sense of humor is always intact.

I'd rather it not have happened at all, but it's nice it happened now than any other time. My job right now involves sitting (my admin. assistant at work went on her maternity leave), so I'll still be able to work. Also, I got home, and guess what arrived? My tuition refund check, which I was planning on putting toward a new car anyway. Life's funny sometimes, and I'm glad to be living it.

My financial aid was disbursed today, and I discovered that I have to take the unsubsidized Stafford loans if I've asked to be considered for them. Grr. Oh well. But anyway, what made me laugh was my account summary:



Hahahaha.

Hey f-list, I'm gonna pick your brain for a bit.

Do any of you know where I could get a cute dress to wear to a wedding I'm going to? It needs to be versatile (I'm wearing it on a date at some point), and it needs to look good on me. Preferably in a spring-y color/pattern. Also preferably in the $100 or lower price range (my credit cards are sad).

Full disclosure: I don't know my dress size. Noooo idea. My pants usually run a size 7 or 9; I'm big in the hip/butt area, but small in the boob/chest area (I'm a 34B). Shirts usually fit well at a size Medium. A lot of dresses look like ass on me (because of the wider hips), so I'm looking for something that'll make me look less like a blob.

I have nice abs and a nice back, too (I think, at least) and decent arms (scars and all!), so anything that emphasizes that stuff and de-emphasizes my big hips is awesome.

Any ideas? I hear you're not "supposed" to wear black dresses, but eh. If it comes down to it, little black dress it is. Thanks in advance, guys :D

Well, I'm up a little later than usual, even though I have 6am work tomorrow... Kinda blows, but I just now really remembered that I haven't been drinking much water today, and I need to drink a glass or two before I get another lovely UTI. I'll spare the details of that little fiasco, but I was full of antibiotics and now I think drinking a great deal of water (even before bed) is an awesome idea. I'm givng myself 10 minutes before I go pass out.

I miss my ex, Chris [M]. Is that terrible? He was my only really good relationship, but the worst part is, it only lasted for about a month because he had mommy and distance relationship issues. John's having work and... I don't know what else issues (he won't tell me what's going on; I'm just assuming it's work), so I haven't seen him in a while. I'd be able to live with that, except this other guy I've been seeing a lot of lately has kind of dropped temporarily out of the picture because... well, I'm not going to get into that.

Back to Chris, I find myself more and more recanting the cute things he used to do, and the fun times we had together. Those were some of the best weeks of my life. That's the kind of relationship I've always wanted; the kind where I like my boyfriend's friends a great deal (even the girls! And I tend to hate girls), where I've never laughed more in my life, and where I really felt cared about. Most importantly, those weeks were fun. Chris taught me how to play Texas Hold-'Em, and I got to make friends with his kitty and his Darwin fish (it's this fish whose tail is like, at a 90-degree angle to the rest of its body. I swear, it's the coolest thing ever), and not have to care what I look like, what I do, or where I'm going. For those few great weeks, I was pretty carefree. What I wouldn't give to be that way again.

I got a glimpse of that the other night when I was at Honey's with Kelly. We got some drinks and started playing darts, and this guy who (I think) owns some stores in the franchise started wanting to play darts with us. So we played, and this other guy joined us after a while... it was nice. I didn't worry about anything, because who the shit cares? I cursed like a goddamn sailor like I usually do, and the guy thought it was hilarious. Kinda like "holy shit, that girl said 'fuck'!" Can you believe that some males actually think that's a turn-off? Whatever. I can be a lady when I want to. It was just nice to not care for a little while.

Something Nick said to me the other night got me thinking:
He says "You can fall in love with anyone--or, at least, you can think you're in love with anyone. I can fall in love with a cat if I want to." I give him a raised eyebrow. He gives me a look I couldn't interpret, and plows on. "These people... they have their fiances and their boyfriends and whatever, and they'll hit on me, and I'll say to them 'But you have a boyfriend/fiance/whatever,' and they'll say to me, 'Yeah, but it's not like we're engaged/married/whatever.' It just fucking sickens me."

It's true. Sad, but true. I don't totally agree with him; I'm not sure he'd know love if it kicked him in the nuts, (daddy issues, abandonment issues; I'm not sure he can let himself care about anyone yet, but then again, I'm not a psychologist) but the integral thing is true. Even he cheated on his ex, but what he doesn't seem to understand is at least he felt remorse for it. Unlike these chicks who hit on him and such, with their boyfriends and fiances and sometimes husbands, he feels remorseful for what he did.

Finished my class registration for summer and fall; I'm so excited to almost be finished with my A.S. degree~

Summer Session
Financial Accounting (ACC116) - Room B-131-TR - 6:00-9:15pm
Fundamentals of Advertising (BUS135) - Room B-130 - TR - 8:00-11:15am

Fall Semester
Accounting Fundimentals for Management (ACC117) - Online
Intro to Computer Systems (CIS119) - Online
Writing I (ENG101) - Online
Criminal Investigations (CRJ204) - Room E-114 - TR - 9:30-10:45am
Advanced First Aid and CPR (HED214) - Room H-156 - MWF - 12:00-12:50pm

I'm only taking Criminal Investigations because I need the credits to remain full-time. It sounds interesting, though. I'm kind of excited. The summer session kind of sucks, but the accounting teacher is supposedly really good, and I've had the professor who teaches advertising before, and he's just an awesome teacher. He doesn't want to be at school any more than any of the students, especially in the summer ("If my students are breathing in my summer courses, they get an A"), so it's not uncommon for him to send the class home early.

...Not that his classes really talk about the actual subject matter. I remember in my retail management class that we would regularly get off topic talking about just... random things. One time, there was a pause, and the professor goes, "So guys, I'm thinking about buying a Saab. What do you think?" We discussed. It was awesome.

Everything with my friend went fine; we're talking again. I'll write about that later.

Not to like, kinda seemingly overshadow the previous cute entry, but I've found more cuteness in the form of... A NEW COFFEE MUG:



God, is it ever adorable. I found it with the Easter stuff at work, and just had to buy it; especially since it came to like, $4.50 or something with my discount. I'm drinking tea out of it right now. It's so pudgy. <3

I need to make my LJ paid again soon when I figure out what I wanna do for a new layout. Possibly Advent Children-y because there're just SO many possibilities with that.

Well, it's the End of Media Play. All stores across the nation are closed. I'm actually attending an R.I.P. Media Play party tomorrow, hosted by Alli and Amanda; I plan on making spinich dip. With yummy bagel bits crackers, and lots of garlic. I wonder if I should wear my Media Play shirt, which I still have?

*tear*

HAHAHA It's only sad for a second. WOO THOSE ASSHOLES GOT IT--TOTALLY OWNED--WOOOOO!! I think I'll use the shirt as a tablecloth at the party HAHAHAHA

Okay, sorry. I'm all right. Some of life's twists and turns are just fucking hilarious, though. I mean, I feel bad for everyone who's lost a job (except for Nick Rizzo, he's a dickface), but I don't feel bad for the loss of the crap that that place spawned. Speaking of Nick R, it's amusing that he's going to have to start from the bottom and earn some respect. Maybe he'll learn to be humble.

Take the first sentence (or 2) from the first post of each month of 2005. That's your year in review.

( Year in Review )

Hah, maybe I'll write more next year, kekeke.

In other news, I've received word that John's going to buy me a Christmas present. Reportedly pajamas/slippers/something cozy, which has to be the cutest idea ever. I dunno what to get him, at all. If nothing else works, I'm just going to cook him dinner, 'cause shit, that boy likes food. To all the guys on my flist, what do 25-year-old straight men WANT? He likes horror movies, but I don't know what he already has. I'd get him a subscription to Netflix or something, but he's not computer savvy at all (he was looking for my nonexistant porn directory last time he was over, and he didn't even know what a directory WAS), and only has access to Teh Intarnets through his brother's laptop. I have NO clue as to what size clothes he wears, or anything. All I know is he's about 5'8".

EDIT:
[13:26] (Winterhart) What do you think I should get Teh Boyfriendz0r for Christmas?
[13:27] (BFS|HotBlooded) Uh...
[13:27] (BFS|HotBlooded) What's he like?
[13:27] (Winterhart) Uh
[13:27] (Winterhart) Typical male, really
[13:27] (BFS|HotBlooded) So sex, beer, and football?
[13:27] (Winterhart) BFS: Yeah, basically, but add "food" after "Sex"
[13:28] (BFS|HotBlooded) Have sex with him while he drinks beer out of a football.

No, Jeff.

First of all, happy birthday to indigo_dreamer!! May you get al that you hope for.

Second, did I mention I work at Kohl's now? I've been working there since sometime in October. It's good times. My bosses are cool, and I get decent hours. The one thing I forgot about working in retail is that the places open reaaaaally early on Black Friday. I had forgotten this due to the fact that Media Play always made me close, for whatever reason. Anyway, I got my schedule for next week and I work at 4:45am on Black Friday. FIVE IN THE MORNING. I have to get up at like, 3. I go to SLEEP at 3. I may as well not go to bed, because I'm not sacrificing celebrating Thanksgiving with my family and John to go to sleep. I work until 1:45 that day. Then, if that weren't enough, I do the cash office the next morning, at 6. I work until 12. I'm going to be so tired.

*cries*

...

Possible angry entry coming up when I get a few minutes. I'm actually getting work done now that I'm not getting 1am phone calls about stupid shit.

See, I really like online courses. I really do. But, sometimes I get a little frustrated, especially with teachers who have no spelling or grammar skills whatsoever. I mean, I'm supposed to look up to these people. They're supposed to set examples. How can they when they TYPE LIKE THIS:



SERIOUSLY, WHAT THE SHIT.

I already hate this chick for 1) giving us assignments before the scheduled start of the module, 2) telling me I haven't attended my online course (it's ONLINE), and 3) for making macroeconomics a lot harder than it really should be. So, when she doesn't even know the difference between your and you're, it kind of makes me wonder whether she's really qualified to teach.

Now I'm going to finish the ridiculous amount of homework she gives.

Because imbrium made me do it. With the TAGGING. THE TOUCHING WON'T STOP, MOMMY!!!! *curls into a ball and cries*

...

List 20 random facts about yourself then tag as many people as minutes it takes you to complete.
1. I love cleaning. Yeah, I'm weird
2. I was told a long time ago by a classmate (rofl Kristin Booth) that guys don't like girls who talk about video games, cars, and other manly stuff. However, the first night John and I met, we held hands while we watched Monster Garage together. He's also impressed at my automotive knowledge (thanks, dad!).
3. I absolutely adore clams.
4. I have this really weird obsession with dorky guys with glasses. Add blue eyes to the mix, and I'm an uncontrollable fangirl.
5. Maria and I have met Billy Corgan and Jimmy Chamberlin (formerly of the Smashing Pumpkins) when I won tickets/backstage passes to a Zwan show and took her with me.
6. Even though I said I would go back for Christmas, I have no plans to go back to Media Play.
7. I changed majors once; from Art Education to Business Administration. Now that I think about it, I can't remember what made me make the decision, but I'm glad I did.
8. I love video games. I'm currently playing Disgaea because everyone said I should.
9. I once BSed a 10-page research paper, basically pulling things out of my ass and actually making up a source. I got an A on it.
10. I'm double-jointed in my left thumb, which I inhereted from my mom's father. As far as I know, none of my grandpa's children have this trait.
11. All my grandparents are dead :(
12. If I could own any piece of heavy machinery, it'd be a wrecking ball.
13. I have a kitty cat bedspread; John's the only guy who hasn't made fun of it.
14. I once had this World Religions class back at Buffalo State. I went to a week's worth of classes, took one test, got a C- on it ("Define: Lot's Wife." My answer: "Wife of Lot." Full credit, BAM!), never went again, and my final score in that class was a B+. Rotflol.
15. I hated middle school so much that I tell people I never went to middle school.
16. I have this sweet-ass wooden rocking chair/glider type thing in my room. I mostly only sit on it when I'm thinking.
17. I want to live in Lewiston some day.
18. I wish there were a special place in hell for those people who think I don't know things because I'm a girl. Just sayin'.
19. My favorite band is Lacuna Coil.
20. I once played strip poker... and won. At the end, I was the only one clothed, and I still find that situation extremely funny.

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GO!!! LJ-USERACHU!! MEME ATTACK, STAT!

Edit: Haha, wtf, "stat." Kat = overtired

I need a new job. My hand is hurting worse and worse every day, and I'm afraid that much longer and I'll have permanent damage. I really don't know what to do. I've applied to a few places, but I can't do a lot of repetetive work because of my hand. The one place I applied to is looking for someone to work mostly nights, which I can't do often due to my 8am classes on tuesday + thursday, and I like working on my homework and such at night. The other hasn't gotten back to me yet.

I can't go full-time because of school constraints, and that's where most of the jobs that won't treat me like shit are. I don't want to go back to retail making shit money and working like some idiot slave. Jesus. I'm in school for management, I've been a supervisor. I don't want to be anyone's peon any more, but most places don't hire straight into supervisory.

I'm getting worse and worse at my job because of the pain. It hurts so much, and my hand gets so stiff and I get sharp pains in the muscles in the back of my hand. I'm so worried I'm going to get fired. I can't get fired, I'm doing my job as best I can... gods. I'm glad tomorrow's friday, and I'm glad everyone else's production is shitty, too, right now, so I have some leeway... hopefully I can use that as a temporary excuse until I can get out of there.

Side note... is anyone planing on having a Halloween party? I have no idea if John's throwing one or what, yet, but I want to start thinking about this stuff for the future.