Sunday, November 29, 2009
Apparently I'm allergic to amoxicillin. And possibly penicillin, though I don't know their relation and am too lazy to look it up. It would have been nice to know that before I had been prescribed it to fight a little cold. I'm starting to think my low self esteem and general positive outlook are directly related to my physical ailments. Actually I'm positive that's what it is.* But anyway, Monday my right hand was itchy and had a little rash. Whatev, I'd had itchy spots before. Tuesday my right big toe is itchy, and actually swells to steroid-enhanced prune size. It bothers me the whole time that me and Stephen are in the theater seeing New Moon**, after I meticulously sucked all of the alcohol out of a margarita through two tiny mixing straws and left the frozen bits behind.*** This was also after we sat in traffic in Pittsburgh, him singing a made-up graphic song in Cartman's voice, and me giggling uncontrollably. And this was after we geeked out at the ND Comics store in Cranberry for about an hour. But I digress.
Wednesday I woke up and hives were literally EVERYWHERE. I mean, my elbows and knees were basically one huge hive. Just disgusting. My feet and hands were so swollen that I couldn't bend several of my main digits without it hurting too much. Thursday they'd spread even more. My face (as you'll sort of see in the epic photo below) and ears, even. My ears are swollen. And oh yeah, that was Thanksgiving. And I sat at home and drank Naked juice (a drink probably created by God that has just been recently discovered) because I felt terrible. So, now I have a prescription for some meds and I've been instructed not to go to work the next couple days. And to be honest, I wouldn't want someone who looks diseased and swollen boxing MY groceries.
But Stephen bought me that Nabokov blanket from a couple posts ago as a surprise. Epic, eh? I adore it. And I happen to have some Christmas surprises in the works for him. Now, as long as these hives go away...I can get on with everything.
* This counts as my positive outlook for the day. I must have at least one. And there it is.
** He'll claim until he dies that I dragged him to see it, but he actually told me several times that he kind of wanted to see it. But shh...don't tell anyone I said that.
*** Because the restaurant didn't have real straws. I kid you not. They did not have real straws. Baffling.
Thursday, November 12, 2009
* Costco called me. I had my mouth swabbed with a spongy thing to make sure I'm not hopped up on cocaine or anything. I wasn't. They hired me.
New objective: try to be less stressed about school now that I have way less time to do my work.
Chance of success: 2.7%
Saturday, November 7, 2009
Firstly, Caturday. A friend of mine on Twitter recently came across some kittens who would have been left to freeze in the Pittsburgh cold. When their mother became pregnant, the owners kicked her out. I want nothing more than to take in one of the kittens or at least donate to help her out, but I'm still on the job hunt and trying to survive on like $5 a week. Not to mention my moody elder kitty and frisky younger kitty. They just wouldn't have it. So go to her site and at least donate to help her cover the expenses of getting the kittens their shots, and if you can take one, TAKE ONE. You would be giving a kitty a warm lap to lay on instead of the cold ground, and I think anyone who can should jump at that opportunity.
So back to this Nabokov thing. He's a kickass goalie for the San Jose Sharks, and I kind of love him. Firstly, I don't pronounce his name right on purpose. I have no idea why. It's correctly pronounced "Na-BAW-kov" but I pronounce it "NA-bu-kov." Anyway, he's some sort of demigod in this game right now. Unreal goalie. And I want his triple woven jacquard blanket. That's right folks, I could sleep with Nabokov. When I first saw this I had sort of a "WTF" reaction, but then I realized that I must have it. Too bad it's $50 and I'd have to not eat at school or buy gas for ten weeks to get that much money. Anyway, that is all. I'm off to watch the Pens continue to get destroyed by the Sharks. Ah well. You win some you lose some. I still love them <3
Friday, November 6, 2009
Tomorrow is the triumphant return of Caturday. I should also do some homework tomorrow. I don't really want to though. Maybe I won't.
I think some reading is in order. I did just buy like five cheap sci fi/fantasy books, which I put on the pile of the twenty some other books that I still have to read. My bed looks awfully comfy right now too. Yeah, reading is a good idea. And some CHAI TEA. I'm a little excited right now. I'll return tomorrow.
Monday, November 2, 2009
So while I job-hunt I am swiftly formulating more and more things that I'd like to do...if I had money. The problem is that when I get money I'll probably want to spend it all for several months as I make all of my recent dreams come true. Let's examine some of those, shall we?
- go to Disney World
- get a kitten
- buy clothes and bags and shoes
- see The Lion King on Broadway again
- go to Comic Con
- buy Penguins season tickets
- eat unbelievable meals everyday
- buy a Holga camera
Wait a minute, I don't need money to exercise. Oh wait, it's better that I think that I do, because that's my excuse for NOT exercising. See, sometimes it takes awhile, but eventually I can figure myself out.
Anyway, I'll try to find some sort of counter to post my progress. The ones on the site seem funky at the moment, so who knows. I just hope I can do this by the end of the month, because I'll feel infinitely better about myself.
Monday, October 12, 2009
When we were up at IUP, Stephen also bought us matching Wolverine tshirts from Old Navy, because we ARE that cool, an incredibly sexy Blackberry case, and two handmade rings. I'm somewhat of a ring collector. When I'm on some sort of memorable journey and there happen to be handmade rings for sale nearby, I have to get one. I have about six so far from various moments in my life. The first one has a special place in my heart as the "Nine Dollar Garrison Day Ring" which I bought at the local craft show during my break from waitressing at Levanti's. Good times.
Also involved in our trip was a jacuzzi tub in our hotel room, watching the Pens game, and me trying my damnedest to get Stephen drunk. I almost succeeded. I on the other hand drank an entire bottle of pinot grigio, and busied myself with muttering about my crazy face, the photo of which is posted on my Facebook. And you'll just have to become my friend to see it.
Friday, October 9, 2009
So while I was listening, I realized that I hate my main male protagonist in my current novel work in progress. I hate him. He reminds me of Tidus from Final Fantasy X and that is a terrible thing, because he annoys the hell out of me. Auron is probably my favorite Final Fantasy character of all time, and it struck me that I have a character who is minutely like him. Basically in the silent, dark, badass way. He's just so much more interesting. Now I hate my main guy and that's a problem. I don't know. I guess we'll see where it leads.
Well, I'm off to pack a little bit because Stephen and I are going to Indiana, PA for homecoming at IUP. I'm not sure whether or not I want to drag my laptop along, or whether there will even be any free Wifi to be found, so I'm not sure about Caturday tomorrow. I guess we'll see.
Thursday, October 8, 2009
Anyway, Stephen bought me a Snuggie. A leopard print Snuggie. Yes, he supports my weirdness. I've been meaning to take an amusing photo of me in it but that just hasn't happened for some reason. I think it's because every time I have a moment to do it, I just crawled out of bed or I'm so exhausted that my eyeballs feel like they're going to fall out and roll away at any moment. Yesterday I tried to record a weblog on my Flip, but the battery died and I had limited time to figure out how to remedy that. So perhaps tomorrow, or another time during my epic weekend coming up.
But all I know right now is that I can't concentrate on the screen anymore because I really want a Santa Fe chicken salad from Applebee's, or a root beer float, or a Whopper, or an oil and garlic linguine dish with spinach and onions and red peppers. I guess I can't complain about whatever I'll be eating today though. The only reason I can eat is because Stephen gave me some cash. So thank you, Stephen, for feeding my obsession of McDonald's Monopoly month even though it's impossible to win. I'm sure you're thinking that it's just an excuse to eat large fries and such, but no, that is not it at all. Absolutely not.
Saturday, September 26, 2009
In other news, I'm thinking of making a new page. On my previous domain I had a page about books I was currently reading, but I might make a page about names. I have what I can only imagine is name obsession. Every character in everything I've ever written has to have some sort of relevant name. Some names I use over and over in certain types of stories, and those are my babies. Those names have achieved some sort of legendary status to me. Sort of like Gandalf and Dumbledore are legendary on a global level in the literary world.* I have names I mean to use written just about everywhere. Most of them will never be used, I just like how they sound or what they mean. Why not share?
Tuesday, September 22, 2009
Well I started this post about an hour ago, and I got interrupted in the middle by a curious eBay auction for six discs of Final Fantasy X soundtrack heaven. Not only the four disc OST, but also the piano and vocal collections. I did have a tab open for some piece of clothing I was going to charge, but no, not after I've found this. I've been meaning to buy this for years and years. I'm actually very proud of my self control when it comes to buying things, or not buying things, as I could probably write a list right now of things that I desperately want but simply should not buy right now.*
Anyway, I'm blogging in the middle of the day on a Tuesday because my professor has the flu. Is it the swine flu? Who knows, but I hope she's ok and I'm ridiculously glad to be home. And Thursday's classes were cancelled too because of more swine flu things and the G-20 summit. President Obama will be at Phipps Conservatory that night. So cool. Basically, I have one class tomorrow at 3 pm this week and...that's it. Yeah, this is about the only time in my life that you will ever hear me say "college rocks."
- Pan Am bags
- Graphics tablet
- All those aforementioned Final Fantasy goods
- WoW play time (Oh whoops, I seem to have just bought this. Damn.)
- A Honda CR-V
- Pittsburgh Penguins season tickets
- A kitten
- A vial of felix felicis
Saturday, September 19, 2009
I also ran across this link today, and I can’t for the life of me remember what it was, but it totally Kanye-d any site you wanted it to. Since I know at least one person will be like “Kanye what?” if I don’t give a brief explanation and I’ll be severely annoyed…it’s a reference to Kanye interrupting Taylor Swift’s shining moment at the VMAs, saying something like yeah, you can talk again in a second, but Beyonce had the bestvideo. And so I Kanye-d my site. Shortly after I Kanye-d my site I realized that Stephen had talked me into thinking that buying WoW play time is an OK idea. Before he went to work he was like “Do it. Charge it. I’ll give you the money.” And while I’m not going to let him give me the money, I still charged a month of game time and spent several hours romping gleefully about Azeroth. Remember the Sunwell!
Now, lastly, check THIS out. This crazy-ass BMW. It’s called the BMW Vision EfficientDynamics Concept. Yes, apparently Efficientdynamics is a real word that they created. They fused the words and now they are the masters. It’s also probably the least sexy name for a car I’ve ever heard in my life. Vision? Vision reminds me of a car from 80’s for some reason, the kind that is shaped like some boxes mashed together and it announces its arrival by that wonderful spluttering sound. Anyway…tell me this car doesn’t deserve a much sexier name? You know, except for the fact that it seems to be crying fat black tears of death. It’s pretty mean-looking though, otherwise. I’m not sure about the special glowy blue LED grill though. I can imagine driving and having a rock bust those things apart like a game at the theme park. I also think it kind of looks like one of those roundish robot vacuum cleaners that skid along the floor and serve as expensive cat toys, if it were shrunken down to that size. Ah well. Expensive cat toy or not, I’d still drive the hell out of it.
Thursday, September 17, 2009
Anyway, I'm sitting in the Cathedral computer lab and it's not even 4 pm and I've been wasting my life away for four hours already during my break. Oh yeah, and I still have another two hours to waste before my night class. What crossed my mind last spring when I decided this was an ok idea is really beyond me.
In happier news, Stephen was convinced at last by some Gamestop folks that getting a PS3 is a much better idea than getting an Xbox*. That means Final Fantasy XIII and such. He also bought me Scribblenauts for the DS yesterday**, because I am an insufferable geek who enjoys playing pointless, cute little games that don't stress me out. I feel a little tempted to vent about my issues with school earlier today, but it would probably be way too lengthy and boring. So if you have any vague idea about why my header won't appear except in Safari (as far as I know), please contact me!
* - after I had been saying this for months
** - because I am a loser, I played that game the whole night and did not study at all for my abnormal psych quiz today
Sunday, September 13, 2009
Now, the most unfortunate part of being a jobless college student is not the inability to buy lunch, to pay your climbing credit card bills, or to pay your Blackberry bill. Those are all things that I should probably do. No, the most unfortunate part of being a jobless college student is the inability to buy things I don't need but really want. In the past I used to put a hundred bucks or so on my Vicky's or Amex cards just for a new pair of boots or a coat. But now the little money that I get, most of which was from my birthday a week ago, goes towards those credit cards and other such things. So I could put $100 on one of them for something I really want but don't need, but that would be like I never got that precious money in the first place. Fortunately, I guess, I'm not the kind of person who can throw thousands of dollars on my credit cards, especially when I don't have a job and kind of need to...eat. And pay my car insurance. Then again maybe it has nothing to do with the kind of person I am. Maybe I'm just not a freaking idiot.
Anyway, I realized last night that I need to go thrifting. I absolutely love it, and luckily for me, it can be extremely cheap. Sadly I'm hunting for something special now: vintage airline bags. I'm watching about four vintage Pan Am bags on eBay right now, though I'm doing it with the knowledge that with shipping, they're all going to end up being over $30 and I don't have that at all. It's just kind of fun pretending like I can buy things. Sort of like yesterday I was building a Honda CR-V (because I suddenly really want one) on their website and talking to Stephen about it as though I'm really in a position to buy one:
Me: It's 25 grand. But I would only get 6 grand or less for my car now, which sucks. I have those freaking dents in my trunk from backing into the garage door. My payments would be huge.
Stephen: Baby...I think you should probably wait until you get a job.
Me: Oh, absolutely. I can't do this now at all. I'm well aware.
Me: ...So there's three things I need in my CR-V. It must be black, not have ugly stock rims, and have an iPod jack thingy inside.
Stephen: +shakes head+
Nevertheless, I want that Pan Am bag so badly. But what's that? They're $71? What the hell, man? Gah. I just love that Pan Am is an old cultural icon, not to mention it's obviously associated with travel. I would use the hell out of that thing. Ooh, and the travel bag, Orion. I've needed a weekender sort of bag for some time now. They just seem to call to me as a travel obsessive. I feel like it's just something I should have. You can see the whole product line here. Now excuse me while I go salivate over luggage and SUVs.
Saturday, September 12, 2009
But enough about web design, on to Caturday! This adorable snuggle-ball is Blair, an affectionate kitty of about four years. She was found stray in Highland Park, Pittsburgh, but it definitely seems as though she had a home at one point because of that well-fed tummy. She's been at the shelter since March of this year, which is definitely way too long if you ask me. Blair can also be found at the ARL, but she is actually hanging out at their Rosedale Campus in Verona, PA. She's at their Wildlife Center because the main ARL building has so many kitties they couldn't keep up! Call 412-793-1135 to find out when you can visit her and take her home with you!
So...I'm about to plug in my external HD and watch an episode or two from the "Sailor Stars" season of Sailor Moon, which never aired in the US. But I have that shit, because I'm just that sort of loser. Venus Crystal Powerrrr...Maaake...UP! +geeks out completely+
Friday, September 11, 2009
Anyway, excuse the funkiness of everything right now. Lots of work to be done tomorrow. But be prepared...I'm pretty excited that it's going to look great :)
Monday, September 7, 2009
And then there was that scorpion. The first time I encountered the scorpion, it was chilling on the beach and I was headed towards another likely sea bass in the ocean. I slowly crept up to it with my bug net poised to strike. I was just about to capture it when it spun around, made a little squee noise, and attacked me. Next thing I knew I was exiting my house and feeling extremely traumatized. I didn't see another one until earlier today, chilling between some orange trees. I crept up on it again, but it saw me first, and went absolutely berserk. Stephen was minding his own business on the couch behind me when I unleashed a scream that made my deaf cat jolt out of her slumber upstairs. I also shrieked the exact same way when, as I was playing, a spider decided to slowly lower itself from the ceiling directly in front of my face. Then I did that classic cross-eyed thing when I had to shift focus from the tv to the creepy thing two inches from my nose.
Anyway, don't judge me. I enjoy that addictive quality of games, and usually those games are pretty simple. I would like to be able to take screencaps from my TV of what I'm playing though when I talk about it...I just haven't figured out how to do that yet. It irks me that I lack that knowledge. I feel a little less geeky. Anyone know how to do that? I would be so glad to find out.
Saturday, September 5, 2009
Well I apologize for not writing all week, but it was in fact my first week of my senior year at Pitt. It actually went rather quickly because Stephen hung out with me most of the time. He even rode down with me on the bus a couple times, which made having to go down to Oakland about 500% less painful. There was also that little thing going on this week, that thing where I turned 22. That was yesterday. Tuesday was Stephen's birthday and the day that we both got new tattoos. Mine is on my wrist because that's where I wanted it, and I really didn't want to get it some other place just because it may be looked down upon by some future employer. I don't plan to work anywhere stuffy anyway. It's just not my kind of environment. Stephen got a tree of life on his chest that has "Aon Gra" carved into it. I'll let you figure out what it means.
So! Imagine this. I decided last week that I want to volunteer at an animal shelter while I'm in school and unemployed. Last week I also featured Alice from the ARL of Western PA. This morning I went to a volunteer orientation at the ARL, and which kitty just happened to be running free in the orientation room? Alice. She was so sweet and adorably wacky. But apparently she's been there for awhile. Now go adopt her! I'll probably be featuring kitties from the ARL from now on since, well, that's where I'm going to be during my school breaks and all. It's in East Liberty for those who don't know, and I strongly suggest you come visit me and pick up one (or more?) of the adorable fluffers (or woofers) while you're there.
So here's Nicholas! I love his name because it reminds me of Czar Nicholas of Russia for some reason, and he really does look like a royal cat. I saw Nicholas on Thursday when I went to check out the shelter during my break. How handsome and beautiful is he? I could brush that coat of his for hours. Nicholas's owner died, leaving nobody who could love him and keep him in their home. He's about a year old and is a little nervous in his new environment. He reminds me a little of one of my own cats, just in the those sweet eyes and soft fur. I wish I could take him with me, but I really hope somebody else can take him much sooner. Here is the ARL's site, where they can answer any other questions you may have. Go check her out!
Friday, August 28, 2009
I don't know what could have possibly lead me to stop doing Caturday, but whatever it was is certainly not as important as saving kittens. And I think I may be starting something else up this fall, but I have to think about it a little more and figure out what to do. But anyway, here is this week's snuggle-muffin, Alice. Firstly, she sports one of my favorite names of all time. Secondly, just look at that face. This is the sort of picture I can totally see on I Can Has Cheezburger with big white writing on it that reads "O hai...um, I see u fownd mah seekrit files to tayk ovar teh cheezburger faktoree." Ahem. Those big, bright eyes of hers are too adorable. Unfortunately it seems that she is a bit of a troublemaker at the office she lives in. If I was a cat I wouldn't want to live at an office either. I mean, nobody wants to cuddle you because they have "work" to do and all the potential fun you could have is squashed by the shiny black heel of the "man." She sounds extremely affectionate though and frequently wants to sleep in somebody's lap, so it's quite a shame that she doesn't have any welcoming laps at her disposal. I'm willing to bet she doesn't have any sunny patios to sleep on either, or any windowsills where she can gaze out at nature for hours on end. Alice can be found by visiting the Animal Rescue League of Western Pennsylvania in East Liberty (Pittsburgh, PA) or by emailing the foster coordinator, Cleda Klingensmith, at email@example.com.
In related news, I think I'm going to volunteer at an animal shelter. I would really, really, really enjoy that. In fact, doing so may actually help me get through school much more easily. Doing something I feel good about for once. I'm one of those...I don't know, one of those people who feels inexplicably drawn to things. I'm a huge advocate for the "everything happens for a reason" principle. I had a breakdown, I left my job, I don't really know where to go or what to do right now, but doing this just sounds so right. I haven't done anything that makes me feel good about myself in a very long time. I started writing something recently that I feel surprisingly good about though, and I'm really wired to ride this wave of "feeling good" for as long as possible. I'm sick of wasting my time, you know? I have the opportunity right now to do this, and I want to take it. I won't be able to not work forever. I want to do something I feel good about. Now I just have to lay out my budget and figure out just how bad this would screw me financially. The sad part is that I wish I cared more about that part right now.
Friday, August 21, 2009
I'm also slowly attempting to figure out a new layout for the site. I really like this theme, but the problem is I can't figure out how to customize it and that's extremely irritating when all I want to do is put in a taller banner image. I think it's more difficult than I previously expected though, so I might just do some photoshopping and make something new or find myself a different theme. I might be doing that in like, five minutes, so maybe the site already has a different layout. I just know I'm gonna be geeking out in a minute here while I set all my computers up to start working on things. Then I'm going to drink apple juice and listen to some soundtracks. Sometimes I really wish I had better things to do...but then, no, I really don't wish that at all.
Friday, August 14, 2009
In other news, I'm in a job rut. Last night was the first time in, well, ever, that I actually felt good and confident about this school year and my future in the publishing industry in general. I was on the Tor website last night, which is the publishing company that I can only dream of working for. Right on the front of the site it says "Science fiction. Fantasy. The universe. And related subjects." Basically the motto of my life. So many great books have been published by them. My own favorite, Rhapsody by Elizabeth Haydon, came from Tor. I discovered last night that they have an internship program. Unfortunately it's in New York, but I think I've found my game plan for when I graduate in the spring. Spend this whole year getting involved as much as possible, submit writing to journals and contests, and go for that internship when I graduate. And maybe, if I really bust my butt and show how serious I am about it, just maybe they'll give me a job. That's the plan. Bust my butt and work for Tor. I'm getting tingly just thinking about it. Unfortunately I'd have to move up there, but we'll cross that bridge later. Now I just have to build a resume and get started. Hopefully I can even get a local internship for this fall. That would certainly help, since I'm in a job rut and don't really know what to do. But Stephen's coming back from work to help me make a resume and get all of this started, so I'm pretty excited. Now I just need more pinot grigio to celebrate. My birthday is in less than a month, you know...
Wednesday, August 5, 2009
Also, I purchased my second Wii yesterday, after it was determined that my first Wii would no longer be in my possession. So now I have the problem of figuring out which game to play. I've been trading everything in from previous Wii games I don't want anymore to random books that I'll never read again. Now I have a shiny new Wii and eight games, some of which are courtesy of Stephen and his willingness to trade in 50 or so of his DVDs. I'm probably off to play Okami. After all, I've been waiting to play that game for like four years now.
Tuesday, July 28, 2009
I realize it's been about a month. A lot has gone on this month though. On the eleventh I went to Fort Lauderdale for a few days with my best friend. We basically did nothing the whole time but eat, hang out on the beach, and drink wine. I also scraped my knee during an epic battle with the lazy river. This post will probably have a few more pictures than normal. No, I'm not going to post pictures of the amazingly clear ocean, the rocking chairs on the veranda like 20 feet from the beach, or the epic ocean view from the eighth floor room. I'm going to post a picture of the Lambroghini that we happened to see down at the entrance while waiting for the elevator.
More pictures! Recently I left my job in the airport for different things. Anyone who knows me at all knows I love the airport. I love that chemical smell when you walk inside (it smells like "travel" to me), the clack of hundreds of suitcases on the tiled floor, and the whacky people you see everyday. I'll also miss things like the picture below. That was taken out of the back windows of Friday's. There have been some really amazing sunsets out that back window. However, I chose to show you this one because it kind of embodies Pittsburgh. I have a few others but I'll probably keep them in my private stash. Along with the photo I took once of a bat-shaped Peppermint Patty and that other photo of the playdough Paris we created in our high school World Literature class.
Unfortunately I am on the hunt for a job for the first time in a couple years, but it's only because I just really have this desire to work at a bookstore. I mean, that job would actually mean something to me. I remember when I used to walk into Barnes and Noble looking for a specific book, wishing with all I had that they had it. I'd ask someone about it, they'd type some things into the computer, nod their head, and my day would be made. I want to do that for people. And smell that great ink-on-paper smell all day. I'm such a nerd.
On an ending note, Stephen and I were at his nephew's birthday party and his brother and sister-in-law just so happened to have recently bought a bull mastiff puppy. This picture gets to be on its own line because you need to see the full brunt of its irresistibility without any neighboring distractions.
The puppy is eleven weeks old. JUST LOOK AT HOW FLUFFY AND ADORABLE IT IS. It's the size of a full-grown dog...except this one will grow to be like four feet tall and could probably bowl over a linebacker someday. Or maybe even now. I could have looked at it sitting in Stephen's lap and thought it was just a big soft stuffed animal. Too bad it probably won't stay that adorable for much longer.
Sadly, summer is coming to a close. I'm starting to sort out my stuff, but I don't really want to yet. I'll probably just eat corn dogs, watch Harry Potter, and spend quality time with the man til the very last minute. How does that sound? Far better than outlining a budget for the fall semester.
Saturday, July 4, 2009
On to better news! Well, better in a personal sort of "happy feeling" way, but not so much in the financial way. I bought my Mac*. I bought it, hugged it, turned it on, and fell in love. When father and I walked into the store I was pretty certain I wasn't going to have it that day, but fate decided to taunt the living daylights out of me and waggle a gigantic box containing my dream computer right in front of my googly eyes. And so my googly eyes failed me and I found myself nodding and pulling out four different payment methods as everything grew hazy and I realized what was about to happen. I was about to buy it. I was also about to be severely in debt, but eff debt! I only have a couple grand on my credit card now and $2 left in my checking account until July 14th...totally not a big deal. I also have a free iPod Touch and an incredible addiction to the game StoneLoops, which everyone should probably buy.
Also, I happened to be gazing up at the bar TVs at work the other day and noted a new Snuggie commercial. This commercial mentioned festive new Snuggie colors, including zebra and leopard. I've always been pretty positive that the Snuggie was invented specifically for me by someone who hasn't told me about it yet, so I knew this must be a sign. Leopard Snuggie!? Now of course when they get a color that I want, I have $2 until ten days from now, at which point I'll still have $2 after I pay all my bills. I can't buy a Snuggie. I can't even buy a movie for my iPod to watch on the plane to Florida next week...or a Big Mac. Or a bag of delicious Baked Ruffles. At least I got StoneLoops for $.99 though. I spent the whole morning at work making a list of things that I suddenly find myself wanting to buy but inevitably can't for a very long time. But then when I lean back and gaze at the slick 24" screen I'm typing on, I don't know if I really care. I could probably heat my room in the winter with this thing and get a tan from the screen while doing it, but as far as I know, I now have a better computer than many people could hope to have. I are happy.
* Note short hair. Liked it for a little while but now everyone's chopping their hair off and I miss my long ponytail. Thoughts? Also note, and try to forget, frightening expression on face.
Thursday, June 18, 2009
Next, before I get into the grand whammy that occurred this morning after my appointment, just a quick update on my Mac fund. I currently have just about $1000 towards it. The sad part is that being the ridiculous geek that I am, I need the upper-end model. Not the $2000+ one, but at least the one below that. The one with the 2.93 GHz processor and NVIDIA GT 120 graphics card. I shudder to think of that delicious graphics card. So taking into account the discount Pitt gives me, I still need $700 plus tax. Two more paychecks I hope? Ugh.
< geeky Camaro excitement > And now! THE MAIN EVENT. This morning, after my early appointment, I decided to stop by the Chevy dealership. Why, you ask? Why Ashley, you're a broke college student, what could you possibly be going to a car dealership for? FOR THE NEW CAMARO THAT'S WHAT! It was brilliant. All of the salespeople were standing out front when I pulled up in my dirty-ass black Civic. I got out and said something along the lines of "You guys waiting for me all this time?" They all laughed instantly, even though it wasn't that funny at all, and I could almost see all of their eyes glimmer with anticipation of guilting me into buying something I couldn't afford. I put my hands on my hips and said "So, have any Camaros?" The one guy leapt right on that. "Oh sure! Sure we just have one in the showroom here. It's red." He emphasized the "red" part with bulging eyes and waggling hands. I overlooked this at the time though in anticipation of the sheer punch-you-in-the-face power I was about to behold. It was all the way at the other end of the room, all the way at the back behind all of the other crappy Corvettes and Impalas. It was so far that by the time I rounded a silver Traverse and saw that gorgeous, speeding-ticket-red car, I was ALIVE. And then he opened the door and said "Sit." I had some sort of 15-year-old giggly moment and instantly sat. I put my hands on the steering wheel and gazed out over that long hood. I touched the name and took a huge breath. This probably wasn't the best idea. He came over and sat in the passenger seat, put the key in the ignition, and said "Turn it." It roared to life, along with The Who's "Behind Blue Eyes" at full blast. I couldn't believe he let me start it. I must've looked completely starstruck. I know I did. I was in love. I was in the very SEAT of my dream car, clutching the wheel so hard it actually stuck a little when I tried to let go. He attempted pretty heartily to get me to agree that it was possible for me to afford it, but I couldn't be swayed. He was just having fun when he realized I was just another car lover. He even took a picture of me in it with my Blackberry. Some of the other guys talked to us for awhile about some of the other models they've had recently and about some other Camaro fun. One of them was like "I remember what it's like. I know that look. I once had a '67 Camaro. I bet you know what that means." I nodded enthusiastically, eyes wide with wonder at the very thought. My salesguy then entrusted me with the golden object of ultimate glory: the 2010 Camaro book. He only had ten. He was like, we don't just give these to anybody. I hugged it, and he sent me on my way back to my dirty Civic and flower-covered seat covers. I then called my father and spent the entire ride home enthusiastically recounting everything that had just happened, giggling about every five seconds. Someday, guys. SOMEDAY. This car, or a car of the same name but about 30 years older, WILL be mine someday. Mark my words! </ geeky Camaro excitement >
Monday, June 15, 2009
I think there was more that I wanted to say, but I just realized it's 1:30 AM and I'm inexplicably exhausted all of a sudden. I'm attempting to not have so much space between posts, but things have been so ridiculous lately. But I'm sorting it out. I just don't adapt well to change, especially huge change. It's not really my decision to make though, nor do I have the right to make anyone do anything. So I just get to sit here confused and conflicted and basically passive as hell. Irritating, but there's not a lot I can do. Except listen to Mad Season, because early Layne Staley is KICKASS. Next time I won't be so blah, I promise. I'll also have some pictures from the pink wonder-gadget next time as well. I'm just too lazy to email them to myself right now.
Wednesday, May 27, 2009
In other news, last night my very own Pittsburgh Penguins destroyed the Canes for the fourth game in a row, thus clenching their second consecutive spot in the Stanley Cup finals. I'm crazy pumped about this, especially because I won't be in Los Angeles this time listening to the game online while I eat tofu. This time I'll be here, twittering gleefully when something exciting happens, or hopefully out drinking some Molson Canadians (or "Mesopotamians," as Will swore I said one time). So I'll be drinking Mesopotamians, eating fried pickles, honey mustard wings, pancakes...whatever, really.
Got back on last.fm today because I'm beyond obsessed with this Kings of Leon song called "Use Somebody." That song is the first I've listened to so many consecutive times that last.fm actually told me I've reached the limit of free listens, slapped me on the wrist, and told me "no." Mm, Social D just came on though. I don't know if it'll just give you the preview, since that's what it's giving me now, but just listen to this song. It's unbelievable.
That's about it for now. Tweet Deck stopped working on me a couple days ago and so I've been using the web, which is just awful when I'm not used to having to refresh, and so I miss my opportunity to reply to tweets that happened like an hour ago. Looking into a Blackberry app though, which will probably thus reserve me a spot in the loser hall of fame as I twitter everywhere I go. Actually nevermind, I became a member of the loser hall of fame like eight years ago when I spent an entire three-months of summer indoors playing Final Fantasy X. Probably one of my most memorable summers though, as that is still one of my favorite games of all time. I still have yet to go battle Sin at the end, because I don't have all the ultimate weapons yet, but that's another story entirely. A story that would probably anger me beyond all thought, so we'll just let it go.
Wednesday, May 13, 2009
The other day I was leaving work at the airport, and as you can see from that Caribbean blue sky in the background and my creepy phone-clutching shadow, it was a nice day in Pittsburgh. Decided to walk to my car in the employee lot, which is on the other side of the regular lots, thus making it feel like it'll take about an hour to get there. Despite being a nice day, it was windy as hell from the future rain, and as I was walking past this lovely Hummer, a particularly strong gust hit me. My outstretched leg happened to be in the air, and I totally lost my balance and biffed it right there. I had gravelly imprints in my hands for hours afterward, but I was otherwise unscatched. I lay on the ground for a second, staring up at that huge black bumper and wondering what kind of person buys a big yellow Hummer and gets a license plate that says "BUL DZR." I immediately pictured some sort of flannel-wearing, lumberjack, Al Borland character, but that didn't really fit. I'd enjoy the license plate more on like, a monster truck with a shark tooth-shaped grill or something. Hummers are expensive. I feel like they got that license plate because the thing is yellow...like a bull dozer. It's also yellow like a lemon, or like a lemon-flavored Runt candy, or like a lemon meringue pie*. But giving it the bull dozer title kind of gives off a tough vibe, and I'm not sure that's what they were going for. So I'm thinking all of this, all of this in about one second, and then I realize they have a Penguins sticker on their window and who gives a damn about anything else.
By the way, quick congrats to the Pens for totally destroying the Caps tonight in game seven. I'm a little confused about why it happened tonight, but I guess it just shows that the Pens wanted it way way more. For basically the entire playoffs so far, I'm usually at a computer I can Twitter from. There's something crazily fun about laying on my bed, watching Crosby make a goal, and immediately thinking "OMG MUST TWITTER." I then spring off of my bed, landing neatly in my chair 5 inches away, and proceed to Twitter my enthusiasm while every other Pittsburghian or hockey fan I follow does the same. It's pretty fun really. You should probably follow me too. The whole thing sort of reminds me of this video by the awesome Charles Trippy.
In other news, I spent a glorious day earlier doing absolutely nothing while I blasted some of my favorite soundtracks and gushed all over the place. Selections from Mulan, Pocahontas, Beauty and the Beast, and best for last, Princess Mononoke, made grand appearances. Gorgeous, gorgeous music. Also, somebody please inform me how Alan Menken is so amazing, and how I wonder this year after year after year when I know it can't be explained?
Have also been watching videos of old favorite vocalists, specifically Judy Kuhn (seen here singing Les Miz's "I Dreamed a Dream"), because she's remarkable. Then I stumbled on this guy, Seth Rudetsky, who is apparently the host of the Broadway channel on Sirius satellite radio. He's HILARIOUS and he deconstructs some vocalists and performances in his videos. Here's the deconstruction of Judy Kuhn, who I obviously adore, but watch his other videos too. It's awesome. Oh wait, and this one too lol. He's deconstructing Barbara Streisand and Bea Arthur in front of an audience and I couldn't breathe I was laughing so hard. Ok seriously, I'm done with all of the links. I've linked like seven things in this post. That should keep you busy for awhile. Ahhh man I love Judy Kuhn.
*Actually now that I think about it, is lemon meringue pie yellow? Or is it that fluffy white, pointy...thing. Like I've always seen at eat 'n park my whole life. Meh.
Monday, April 27, 2009
Last Wednesday I had my first therapy session, leading to a referral with a psychiatrist which (luckily...?) happened the very next morning, resulting in $40 lost in copayments and a complete lack of money to fill my prescription until 2 days later. Saturday I went to my best friend's dad's wedding and felt somewhat alive all day, but at night it hit me and it hasn't stopped. Last night was particularly bad. Sometimes I wish I could put it into words but most of the time I don't. Nobody would want to read that. Even the one or two people who have heard me during a bad time at night, pleading (with the person present, with God, with anything) to make my thoughts stop racing and begging for it all to stop and crying to be happy for once...don't really know how much my mind seems to actually ache anymore from zooming all over the place. I wish I could tell them. I don't even know myself anymore to talk about myself. In therapy I felt like I was talking about someone else and I could never find the words to really get across how I felt. I spent minutes in silence half the time trying to gather my thoughts...thoughts that are like my old bouncy ball collection turned loose in my head. And then when I said it I attached a question mark to the end because it still didn't sound right to me. I don't really want to go into so much detail when I wasn't looking to be so personal in this blog...but it's just part of my life and needs to be dealt with. I was told the medication would take a month to start working, and I already can't take how much worse I feel even when I'm away from that school. I'm home, and happy here, but I feel so unbelievably alone.
I've really told myself that I need to do more though. I'm going to make a summer to-do list. I swear every post isn't going to be about how I can't make sense of myself anymore, so don't worry. I'm hoping this daily thing isn't going to last and is just sort of like me transitioning into a less stressful summer environment. I hope. Good news is I've been hanging out downstairs more playing Wii, which kind of takes my mind off of things a bit while I attempt to catch fish in Animal Crossing and pay off the gigantic mortgage on my house, which Tom Nook so graciously upgraded for me. Gah, money.
Thursday, April 16, 2009
Nevertheless, I did, infact, get back to the garage in time to pay only $5 and it was only when I was in the car, pulled my hair band out, and rolled the window down a little, did I take a deep breath and decide I deserve a cheeseburger. It's 60 degrees and sunny outside, I just embarrassed the hell out of myself in front of 35 people, and I have two more papers to write and one final next week and I'm done. I deserve a damn cheeseburger. Unfortunately, cheeseburger didn't happen yet. On the way home I decided I was too poor. But you know what? Screw poor. It's not like that's gonna end anytime soon. And I don't have to spend $5 two times a week on parking garages anymore either, so HAH.
Anyway, I'll be slaving intensely over my philosophy final on Monday all weekend, so don't expect anything new until the middle or end of next week, at which point I'll be done for good and have four months of glorious summer ahead of me. In the meantime, go here: Garfield Minus Garfield. It's Garfield...minus Garfield. Jon Arbuckle is the most depressed person on earth, and it bothers me how much I identify with half of the images in odd ways. I look at every weekend like this during the school year:
However, therapy starts next Wednesday. Let's work to change that state of mind, eh?
Thursday, April 9, 2009
Not long ago, what I can only describe as a "motor" noise began outside. It's 10:45 PM and I hear a lawnmower, and for about ten minutes while I wrote the introduction to my paper, I totally believed that's what it was. Then it suddenly hit me that it could be a plane or something. What if a plane was going to crash? But why was I still hearing it after ten minutes? It should've been gone in ten seconds. I got up and pulled my aluminum blinds down with my finger and gazed out into the neighborhood.
Instantly I saw it: a big, widescreen, brightly colored LCD tv hovering slowly across the night sky above my neighbor's house. The colors were amazing. The first thing I caught on the screen was "Going across the country..." and instantly I thought oh my god, this LCD tv is here to convey to me a special message, and to convey to other people across the country a special message also when they're sitting all alone eating a crispy chocolate bar and mourning for their recently expired World of Warcraft game card. Then it said something like "...or going across town..." and some sort of cheesy slogan about tires followed. Tires. This LCD tv came all this way to advertise tires to me? What a bitch. I hope when it gets home its parents beat it for being so incredibly pointless.
By the way, there won't be a Caturday post on Saturday, and posts in general may be rare during this coming week and finals week that follows that. I'm packed beneath a landslide of work. But soon it'll all be over at last. Wish me luck. I'll still be twittering away though if you want instant updates.
* I know you all wish you had to write a paper on Harry Potter for class. I must say it is rather nice. Cheers to Pitt for having this Fantasy and Romance class. Directly up my alley.
Saturday, April 4, 2009
Caturday is here again. Sometimes, as much as I hate these last couple weeks of school, the weekend seems to come kind of quickly anymore. Thank everyone involved in that, because Saturday is always the sorta kinda best day of the week. When I don't have homework, it's the best day of my life. But this homework thing ends in a few weeks, and at that point I can assume the position of perpetually sitting around on my butt eating popsicles and refreshing my Twitter page.
This young girl is nameless for the moment, but you can change that if you adopt her! She is once again located at my local Beaver County Humane Society in Monaca, PA. She was abandoned, but thankfully someone brought her in. Her left eye is a little cloudy, and they believe it may have been injured earlier on. It doesn't say whether or not she is blind in that eye, but you can definitely inquire about that. The number there is 724-775-5801. She looks so sweet and too young to be alone. Give them a call and ask about her!
I'm having an extremely hard time keeping my mind off of saying things like "Gah, I hate school" and "Just a few more weeks" and "This is so pointless" so you'll have to bare with me in this until the end of April. I'm having a seriously hard time accepting that I need to analyze a film version of Dracula and present my findings in project form, or write a collaborative 15 page paper on piracy in Somalia and do a 20 minute presentation, among many other things...in order to get a piece of paper that says I have some sort of knowledge of fiction writing. So just about every post will probably contain some form of complaint about that for the next few weeks. Like I said, just be patient with me here.
I'm getting a completely random desire to write some sort of low fantasy story. I'm so caught up in epic, LOTR-like fantasy with completely created worlds and ideas that I haven't really thought of doing something with more realism. I used to write a ton of realism into my fantasy, but that was because I didn't know any better. I think I like that though, so while I'm on this ever-lengthy hiatus from my epic high fantasy series, perhaps I'll cook up some sort of modern fantasy. I have no ideas at all right now because that's such a common thing to do these days. It's so much easier to be able to use everything you already know, whereas having to really think everything out gets so complicated and tiring. Maybe in my rough spot I'll think up something a tad simpler, just to satisfy my fantasy craving since all I've been writing for the past couple years are stupid short stories about scorned women and demonic cats. So, you know, I'd be doing some sort of "there's another world other than ours that the people in ours are oblivious to" kind of thing. All Harry Potter-esque, except nothing like that at all and far more mature. More on the Neil Gaiman's Neverwhere kind of side. We'll see if something pops into my head anytime soon.
Oh, and randomly, go read this: "Does Anybody Date Anymore?" You can get the gist of the article by the title I'm sure, but it's not as boring as it may sound and it's absolutely hilarious. "I will facebook stalk you and look at all of your photos and imagine me in them. I will never, ever tell you this. And then on the next date I will kiss you so fucking hard your face will FUCKING SHATTER. CAN YOU DEAL WITH THAT SHIT?" Total genius.
Wednesday, April 1, 2009
Ahaha...aha...I love it. And the odds ratio of "j" to "k" is just classic. But that's all the screenshot action you get as far as April Fools goes, unless maybe I decide to do more at another time. I seriously recommend going to expedia.com and checking out the Mars travels area at the bottom right of the page. It'll probably be down by tomorrow though, so you're all gonna miss out unfortunately.
ThinkGeek had "Squeez Bacon" though also...and since I already posted it on my Tumblr I'll not go into it much, but seriously, go there and look at the picture of the Squeez Bacon garnishing the cantaloupe. I mean, can it get anymore genius than that?
On an ending note with all of this April Fools stuff though, I'd like to leave you with the promotion video for Unicorn Chaser, also by ThinkGeek, and...I don't think I need to explain it. I just find it hilarious that the guy is watching "2 girls 1 cup." Also, check out that epic glitter-tossing action in the end.
Saturday, March 28, 2009
Heading right into Caturday, we have a really special kitty today. I wish I could take her home and give her some love, because she's had a difficult life so far. Her name is Fuzzbucket firstly, which is awesome. Her description said that she was found shot and with a broken leg, and that really kills me. She looks so sweet. If any kitty deserves a home, she definitely does. Fuzzbucket is healing well but probably needs a bit of special care because she still has a pin in her leg. She can be found at Bradford Hills Veterinary Hospital in Wexford, PA. Call them up at 724-935-5827 and let them know you're interested! I hope she isn't homeless for very long.
I read earlier that the new skyscraper being built on Ground Zero in NYC isn't going to be called the Freedom Tower anymore. It's going to be called One World Trade Center. Are you kidding me? The same name as before? That registers to me as kind of insulting. It's like...saying it's the same building and that nothing was ever different. What about the symbolic nature of the building? The article says the owners ditched the name because "it would be more practical to market the tallest building in New York as the former north tower's name, One World Trade Center." Oh, good thing it's practical now! Good thing we're worried about practicality and marketing, here. Another part of the article talks about fears plaguing the name: "that the 102-story Freedom Tower's name could make it more susceptible to future attacks than a symbol of defiance against it." Seriously? The name, here. We're worried about a name driving terrorists to attack again? If Osama bin Laden is over there listening to this information, and he's saying "Oh, it's not going to be called the Freedom Tower anymore? Suddenly I have no desire to attack it" then I'll be sincerely surprised. If they're going to do anything, the name of it will have nothing to do with it. But that doesn't even seem to be a main concern. The main concern is marketing the tower. Oh, our responsibility is getting the tower full. And companies are far less likely to set up shop if it's called the Freedom Tower? Regardless of the name, gah, I'm done ranting.
Anyway, while I was surfing the interwebs earlier and not reading Dracula, figuring out what to write for my African cultures paper, or writing my discussion post for Fantasy and Romance, I discovered an awesome photographer and photo set. Her name is Dulce Pinzón and she studied photography at Indiana University of Pennsylvania, which is like right around the corner and I had no idea. The photo set is Superheroes, and documents Latinos at their regular jobs, but dressed as superheroes. It shows how we can really underestimate what people are doing out there. I love this one with Minerva Valencia as Catwoman, working as a nanny. I think I like it most because we don't always think of parents and those who care for children as heroes. But they most certainly are.
Lastly, I'm not feeling like being too amusing tonight because I just found out that a guy I graduated high school with was shot and killed today. It's just crazy how quickly and suddenly life can be over. I'm a little reflective at the moment. And listening to Temple of the Dog, because they help the reflective mood and really make me want to go driving nowhere for a few hours. RIP Jimmy.
Wednesday, March 25, 2009
I almost started ranting again. Well, I kind of did actually, but I promise I'm done. I just ate a box of Junior Mints for lunch. That's right folks, I ate a cup of blackberry yogurt in a minute flat at 7:40 AM so I wouldn't be late for the bus after laying in bed for 20 minutes debating whether I should get up or not, and other than this box of Junior Mints**, I can't eat anything resembling real food until after 6 pm. That's what bills do. They suck away everything you love. And even then, whatever I eat probably won't be real food either, but some sort of powdery cheese and noodle mix that, though delicious, doesn't satisfy the hunger like, say, an oil and garlic pasta with spinach, onions, and red peppers would. Oh, I dare not even think of it.
* - I guess that's not so relevant for surgeons and lawyers and marine biologists and such, who probably don't know too much about their professions before college. Fiction major, however, is absolutely pointless. But alas, here I am.
**- That is not to say, however, that they weren't insanely delicious while they lasted. I'm debating going for another box. I'll clear out that vending machine in the corner so nobody else can have them, and forever be known as the Junior Mint Fiend of the Second Vending Machine from the Left on the Second Floor of the Public Health Building.
Monday, March 23, 2009
At 1 pm this afternoon you'd think I'd be decently awake. But no, not even after getting ten hours of sleep, am I all that chipper. There's some sort of battle going on in my sinuses and they must be using flaming arrows because that's exactly what my nose feels like. And then I picked today of all days to start preparing for sunglasses weather and get my eyes used to contacts again instead of glasses. Maybe these contacts are just old though. At any rate, there I am sans glasses and after a good half hour of hair curling, even though it doesn't look like it because it looked ten times better just after I did it. I don't even know why I did it in the first place. It's not a very good day. That's the back corner of my philosophy class behind me, which consists of 250 other people and me snoring within 30 seconds. When you're tired and sick you usually wear huge sweatshirts and disregard your appearance, but then again that's what I do just about every day anymore. I suppose I felt that since my class was later and I got more sleep, I could try harder. Big mistake. I really miss my big comfy hoodies. I would rather have a Snuggie though, and wear it around campus and look like a monk, but possibly be the most comfortable person around.
I do realize there was no Caturday post again, but you'll have to forgive me as I find myself in some sort of transitional period. A little after my rant I went to the school counselor and decided to go see a psychiatrist or whatever the name of the one I'm going to is called. Psycho something. I've been a little muddled because of all of this. There's about 4-5 weeks of school left and I'm going to start a countdown and tick off the days. That's how ready I am to get the heck outta here. Of course then I have to go back for another year in a few months again, but that's something I really don't want to think about right now.
So other than that, I created a Tumblr. It's pretty cool. I like how you can just post things you find and not go into lengthy blog posts about them. It's pretty spiffy.
Wednesday, March 18, 2009
I think I'm going to start recording videos or something. I use my webcam once every six fortnights to take one picture. I also have a minidv camcorder AND a flip video recorder. Come on now. Let's put that shit to work.
Also, in regards to yesterday's depressing post, I went to counseling this morning and I'm basically to go to this place in sewickley and become medicated. Oh goody. I've had a painful eyebrow since I woke up and it's obviously out to ruin my day, although that's impossible because it was already ruined when I woke up an hour late and thus registered late for fall classes. Oh crap, I just remembered something I have to do. Well that's all then. I hope I can write some sort of story by tomorrow night. Ergh.
Tuesday, March 17, 2009
But yeah, I'm possibly going to talk to a counselor at school tomorrow or something, provided I have time after all of the stupid papers and things I have to write. I haven't had one test yet this semester and I don't think I'll ever have one. It's all essays. And they're all due the same weeks. I miss the days of just studying, not trying to think about good sentences and supporting your thesis and getting eight pages out. And then you say well, aren't you a writing major? Yes, yes I am. And I'm stressing because I really hate writing anymore. I hate being forced to do it. Writing makes me miserable and that's hard for me to take because I'm in my junior freaking year of a WRITING major. What the hell do I do if writing makes me miserable forever? I'm never going back to school after this no matter what the outcome. It's so pointless to me and I feel like I'm the only one who has a serious problem with it. I have more work for my general education requirement African Culture class than any other. Honestly, seriously, I really do not care about these things right now. I want to get my major related work done. I don't see why I have to make a 20 minute presentation on Somalia and piracy and write a 15 page paper with group members and do all of this research and spend all of this time...for what? For one grade in a class I don't need or care about. I hate the useless work. A presentation about analyzing one specific scene in Hamlet? What is the point? And who hasn't read it a million times and how is that going to help me with my education. Honestly the only good I have gotten out of college the last three years is feedback on my short stories from classmates, and I can get that from FRIENDS for FREE without spending thousands of dollars on general requirements that I don't see the point of. I also recently found out that my Cultures of Africa class doesn't count towards one of my foreign culture credits. I looked at my advisor and went "Cultures...of Africa...isn't a foreign culture class?" So I basically took that class as an elective and I still need two more. Apparently it's not "approved" for the arts and sciences department's general requirements list. Not approved? What the HELL is it even offered for then? And he went further to say that I can't take any "global" foreign cultures, they have to be "non-western" or "comparative." Honestly, I can't understand the point of all of this. I got more knowledge of foreign culture when I traveled to Europe a couple times than I ever will in any of these classes, especially this one. None of what has been said is something I don't already know, because it's just a general class. It's not a class on like, apartheid or something. General. Cultures of Africa. I'm so appalled at all of this right now.
I think I'll just conclude there, as nobody wants to read my banter and I don't really even want to read my banter. But I just had that African class a couple hours ago and we were assigned all of this crap that I will not have time to focus on with all of my other classes. I think college shouldn't be necessary to get anywhere in the world. It's not for everyone. It's slowly driving me insane. You can get so much knowledge from other sources and I just don't understand this.