Why are blackberries so GOOD?

What is the sound of one hand clapping?

((What is the sound of someone choking on their own karma?))

Track 8 on Radiohead's "Hail to the Theif" is too much when heard through headphones. It felt like little raindrops of sound were landing gleefully on my cerebral cortex. Straight through the skull. From all directions. Eventually it started hurting, so I switched the song.

It's like that Stigmata soundtrack song that through headphones has always sounded like ripping music notes. No, not notes on paper. If you could grab the ACTUAL NOTE and put physical, living form to it, then rip THAT....you may have an idea of what goes through my head every time I hear it happen.

I have come to the conclusion that if I want other people to stop using "gay" and "retarded", then I should stop saying "Oh my God" and "God damnit" so much. Fair trade, hey?

Use this to figure out what the heck I'm saying, si quieres.

AltaVista's Babel Fish Translation Service

LOL. It's by no means perfect, but it will give you a rough (and possibly hilarious) idea.

Y estoy enojada otra vez! Ahora mi tia tiene una hoja grande de quehaceres para mi. Tambien quiere se conduzco a el aeropuerto para alquilar un carro porque el suyo esta rota. No me digas.

Man, I need to stop this angry-spanish-ranting thing. I'm offending spanish-speakers everywhere with my crappy vocab. And upsetting ym friends, too. Sorry, Rose, I know you hate it. But it is m y blog. ^^'

Muchas veces quiero gritar esto a mi tﾃｭa:

Si te placas ni una cosa mas en mi cama voy a destruir t u cuarto!" Hay de mi, cada dia, cuando regreso a mi casa, hay cosas nuevas en mi cama. Y cada dia hay una cosa mas que esta rota! Es ridiculo. Necesito arreglar la problema AHORA.

Lo siento, he mirado la pelicula "el crimen del padre amaro", y ahora estoy pensando en espanol. Espanol malo, es la verdad, pero es normal para mi tener la fluencia de un joven que tiene cuatro an~os porque nunca he vivido en otro pais.

Sorry. If I wasn't tired and mad at myself for being up this late, I'd translate that for you.

WHY DO MY TOES HURT SO BADLY?

I have taken to wearing my old Army T-shirt with my maroon velvet PJ pants. I may be the only one who thinks it's funny, too.

HMPH

Well, last night after the musical (yay Courtney-san!!!) I got online, and uber-surprise, MS-DJ is online. He IMs me, too, and after we've talked for a while, asks me out to coffee when he's back in STL over break. Not a date, LOL, Rose, you remember him. He's funny and we talk a lot about Thoreau when we're hanging out, so I figure I'll grab some tea and chill with my old co-worker for a bit.

What Finding Nemo Character are You?


Whoa. I'm Ellen DeGeneres. WHEE.

::blush::

I made a royal butt out of myself at the GSA meeting today with Janna(nananana!). I swear I felt my hair grow paler and my eyes get big and empty and I had to supress stupid girly giggles. If I was an anime character it would have been the equivalent of me falling down the stairs and showing the world my undies. Well, maybe not, but it made me blush, which is rare.

So Janna: Are you going to see the musical?

LOL.

God, I am SUCH an idiot...I need to go find a hole and crawl right on in. =)

READ WEETZIE BAT!!! SOMEBODY!!!

what? Do I have to resort to force?!!

Still Tired.

::listening to Vita!::

Hmmm. I've figured out how I want to cut my hair.

So...Tired...

uuuuuuuuugh.

Despues del trabajo

Oh my God, the English language does not sound nearly scary enough to convey just how angry I am right now! I need to learn some serious German to get this across properly! Or Arabic!! Just read and try to put in as many harsh consonants and throaty noises you can, Random Reader.

So my night was going great at work. I had bought Soul Caliber II for $22, there had been no customers...work was done...it was all pretty relaxed. Then, five minutes before close this dude walks in with some ugly chick. They're both faux beach blonde and are wearing wrinkled scrubs. I tell them that we close in five and let them do their thing.

So they come up to the register and the guy looks at his wallet and says "Oh, fuck I left my card at home." (Yes, I admit to being slighty offended by the profanity since I didn't know him.) So I go "Well, I can use your ID if you've rented here in the past six months." He sighs and replies "no, I haven't, because I just moved back into town." And the ugly bitch didn't have a card. So I suggested that he call his house and get the number off his card.

Well, he calls, and it turns out that his car door is locked, so they can't get the card. So he goes "can you just use my ID?" And I try to explain to him that, no, I cannot, because we don't have his account and can't rent to him. He responds with "Well can't you rent me the movie now and me give you the card tomorrow?" Dummy can liiiiiiiiiiiisten...riiiight.

((Whoa, I do lots of "iiii"ing and "!!!!"when I'm mad, but almost no "spanish exclamation point"ing.))

Anyway.

I tell him no, the computer won't let me do that. So he glares at me and says "So you're telling me that there is nothing you can do to rent me this movie."
"Yes, sir, I am."
"Well, fine, we'll just go to Hollywood." (I hate the way customers pull this on us like we freaking CARE. Most of us are glad to pack their asses off to the competition. Here, have our rejects!!!)
"Well, I hope they can help you. Have a good night, sir."
He goes out the door, and is almost to the sidewalk, and I'm putting up his movie, when I hear him mutter "'you too, bitch."

I FLIP OUT. He called me a bitch to my back!!! Had it been to ME, like some "adult", not as he was leavingm, like a weak-ass little fifth grader afraid his mommy's gonna get him in trouble, I would have taken it better.

Well, I follow him out of the store and tell him we'd appreciate it if he permanently took his business elsewhere because he was no longer welcome at Blockbuster. Which I am allowed to do. And I said it politely, considering that I have moon-nail bruises from clenching my fists in readyness to punch his fat head...

Then he glared at me as he slunk off into his car...so I flipped him off.

Yeah, I know...but I was provoked. And I'm known to be patient and easy-going*, and he'd not a regular customer, so when it comes down to my word against his, I'll win. If the little fucker even tries to pursue it.

Then get this. Mini-MOD called Hollywood and told them two customers who were suspected of stealing were headed their way.

That was funny, but did not satisfy me.

And now I have to go write a paper. ARGH.

*with customers. at work. stop laughing.

Antes de la Escuela

ARGH. Fam just ruined somebody's birthday present with her "I'm just gonna run through and tidy things up a bit by piling Lilith's textbooks and shoes all on this one flimsy piece of paper that looks important." So now I have to start all over. Again. God damnit.

So...there are no takers on my "Read Weetzie Bat" campaign? Well, I'll have to step it UP a notch, then!

::points to passerby:: "Hey, you! Yeah, you! Look! If you don't read Weetzie Bat, I will never be your friend again!"
::stammers:: "B-b-but-"
::glee:: "See?! I knew this would work! You can't live without me, so read!"
::utter confusion:: "But I don't even know you!!!"
::anger:: "Think of the future!! Our friendship is at stake!"

Yes, that went well. READWEETZIE!!

AWWWW

A.K. is the most fantastic co-worker ever. Thanks to her I got to go home as previously planned. I will be more than willing to repay this favor in the future. THAAAAANK YOOOOOOOU!!!

Love the glasses, dahling. You love them too. I sense these things. (("They call it the Dark Gift...::stare into space::...and I gave it to you."))

Off to play Spyro for about 30 min to unwind, then on to studying for midterm and Japanese test!!

Doesn't my life "rule"? Why do you people even read this??

After School and Ordering Senior Photos (I know you want one)

Oh man....that's it. Pam is DEAD. I am no longer working these insane hours. ::sigh::

Riiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiight.

Yesss, feel the bitterness flow from the myriad "i"s....

After two hours of sleep

Oh, MAN....

If I don't get un-sick of my hair in, oh, fifteen minutes, all of you will be in MAJOR trouble today because I am tired and don't have nearly enough eyeliner on. Plus, we're out of breakfast-type food and I am about to be forced to COOK at 6AM.

((my karma could kick your karma's ass!!))

Yay, I'm finally tired. I'm gonna go crash for a little bit.

Today is gonna suck, I can tell.

I have to say goodbye to my dog on Wednesday. ::sigh:: That's gonna suck, too.