OMG!!!

I just found episodes 4 & 5 of Planet Unicorn (Heyy)! I love how they have a little lessons that we all need to hear in these troubled times.



Lesson: Jealousy sucks.



Lesson: Debbies are bad news.

I wish I were a gay unicorn. Go here to see the first three episodes. You know you want to...

Just stopping by to bust a cap in yo ass

I'm gonna call this a drive-by post...

I started school a few days ago and I LOVE it!! The classes I'm taking are a little more in-depth, so the reading and coursework are a bit more challenging. My Psychology of Women class is awesome and the cutest boy ever sits a few seats ahead of me. Swoon!

I'm going to Hooter's for my friend's birthday. Yes, that Hooter's. The one with the girls in the tight tank tops who mop up the drool of pathetic men who are too chicken shit to go to a strip club. But I love my friend, so what are ya gonna do?

I'm kinda seeing someone. Well, I would be seeing someone if we could get our schedules to match up, but such is my love life. He looks a little like Tiger Woods and he has tattoos. What more do I need to say?

Now I'm off to smoke a blunt to dull the pain and guilt that goes along with being a gansta.

I'm a busy gal about town...

...and don't have all day to search the internets, therefore I steal a great deal of my blog ideas from other sites, blogs and so forth and such. So, that's what I'm doing here:



Thanks, Feministing.com.

What I did on my Summer Vacation.

This summer I read six books. I got a job at a movie theater where I sell tickets to elderly and upper middle class folks, hipster douches and students. I became interested in Buddhist philosophy. I also learned how to spell "Buddhist". I meditated once or twice a week. I drove up to Portland and hung out with a bunch of unwashed vegans. I played with my puppy and took constant delight in her silly ways. I saw a bunch of movies about Paris with my friend Jen. I contemplated heterosexual success or rather my heterosexual failures. I realized that the world that I believed to be true had failed me and is in fact a lie. I watched all four seasons of Felicity. I had lunch with my friend Kathy a bunch of times. I had school troubles up the ass. I drank a lot of Coca-Cola Zeros. I took pictures of myself in various states of undress. I wished I was back in school six hundred and seventy-eight times. I started writing a play for my Senior Project; it's about love and ghosts. I bought a flask and filled it with whiskey. I realized how unhappy I've been and made a vow to change things. I quit blaming myself for everything. I didn't clean out my closet. I did wash my bathtub. I did about 20 loads of laundry, but never washed my sheets. I assembled a filing cabinet that holds no files. I watched The Devil Wears Prada seven times. I yelled at both strangers and loved ones. I slept in a tent and really enjoyed myself. I had brief moments of inner peace. I relished in my complicated nature. I watched my friend Brian fall in love with a GPS system. I watched my life change. I burned incense. I endured the stifling heat. I bought purple eyeshadow.

I think that's about it.

As overheard by me...

I've had conversations like this before, but I was, like, totally kidding.




You believe me, right?

What do you really mean by that?

So, school starts in two weeks and I'm pretty excited. I'm taking Psychology of Identity:

An intensive examination of self in terms of theory, locus, development outcomes, sex identity, group identity, and the self in relation to others, extensive in-class practice in techniques for self-awareness, self-evaluation, self-disclosure, self-assertion.

And the Psychology of Women:

Examines issues related to women’s lives and experiences from a psychological perspective, including lifespan development, education and employment, relationships, sexuality, violence, discrimination, and mental and physical health.

I'm gonna be unbearable. Just giving y'all a warning.

Trop de films français

Je travaille sur un théâtre de maison indie/art donc je finis voir des films gratuitement. Il se balance presque et je me sens supérieur à ceux qui ne sont pas aussi scolarisés que moi sur les films indie. En tout cas, j'ai vu rien que le français et le français a inspiré des films et je vais voir un autre ce soir. J'ai aussi été assez expressif avec mes émotions et prédisposé pour porter le rouge à lèvres rouge, donc je crois que je pourrais juste être le français. Donc je suis de porter des écharpes, des cigarettes fumées, devenir une maîtresse et me tuer ensuite parce que je ne peux pas échapper à l'ennui de vie.


Traduction ici : Traduction Libre En ligne.