Pointless Announcements
Wow, only 9 months 'older' than me. I had the feeling you'd been here for ages.
Happy Birthday, Pepper.
When a fish gets caught, taken on a boat, and then put back in the water...do you think that's, to them, like getting abducted by aliens? What happens to the fish when it's up in the boat and still alive? Is it blinded by the light? Does it start to black out? Does it know what's happening? Does it go into shock? But then it's right back in the spot it was taken from....back in the water...does it remember what happened? What does it go back and tell the other fish? Do they believe it?
There's always a guy who got snatched out of his car on the side of the road, sees a bright blinding light, there are sounds, then the person is back in the car on the side of the road, pants down, legs hanging out of the car, doesn't remember what happened. Nobody believes him. What if that's aliens fishing and putting the fish back?
You know ritt, I would add that to my sig to go with this weird fish theme I seem to have going on, but it is quite too long. Worthy, but too long.
George Harrison would have been 70 today.
And despite him being one of the sweetest men to grace this planet people still find it appropriate to shit talk him on his birthday when they have every other fucking day to do so.
I'm tired and sick. I woke up in the middle of the night with my nose pouring with snot, first time Lucy hasn't woken in aaaages too. Waaaaah.
Anyway I've come home to try and get a snooze in.
And despite him being one of the sweetest men to grace this planet people still find it appropriate to shit talk him on his birthday when they have every other fucking day to do so.
who's shit talking? i'll cut those bitches up.
And despite him being one of the sweetest men to grace this planet people still find it appropriate to shit talk him on his birthday when they have every other fucking day to do so.
I... I'm sorry. 
Guess I didn't realize others could hear me.
This is why we can't have nice things.
Sorry you're feeling shitty, Sarah! Hope you can get a snooze in and feel better
I don't know what to do with myself so I'm chopping Spice Girls and Kendrick Lamar songs together
I guess that's some kind of productive
I hope you post this. And if you don't, I would like to know which songs were used so I can recreate it in my head.
Oooeee, I'v e had too many glasses of wine for a monday night and my mouth is really dry. I will have some water or apple juice and then I'm going to uh cuddle with my man. goodnight bitches
Niiiiice.
"I'm glad I live in the GPS era. In a different century, I would've set off to visit the other side of the village and wandered off into the mountains and been eaten by a carnivorous plant. Or discovered the Americas."
-LaJessica
I hope you post this. And if you don't, I would like to know which songs were used so I can recreate it in my head.
Don't Kill My Vibe and Wannabe but I need better headphones man
I'm trying to fit in every other spice girls song ever though. this sounds like shit but it's a good excuse to listen to a lot of shitty songs
Originally I just bought a bunch of Kendrick MP3's and was pitching his voice down on each song and saving it because I fucking hate his voice. Is that weird? Now it's a psychoproject because I'm bad at being by myself
Sometimes Good Advice Duck scares me a little.
This is why we can't have nice things.
Thanks, Kit. 
I slept for about an hour and kept hitting snooze for another half an hour. I'm so lucky work let me come home to do that. They're pretty lovely sometimes.
I'm still snotty, but the sore throat is better.
PA: Meowie has been waiting for us at the front door, recently. Lucy loves it!
OH NO! Ahahaha. New artist just announced for the festival I'll be attending in August: Baauer. Doesn't sound familiar? This surely does:
That's going to be interesting, to say the least...
Seeing him live on Saturday along with Skream and local dubstep support.
But on Friday I'm going to see Waldeck and Wax Tailor and I'm super excited because I haven't been to one of their concerts before.
Let me know what you thought!
He's good, listen to his other tracks. I don't really get Harlem Shake and the whole craze, but it'll be fun to watch it happen at the show.
Yeah, watching that happen at the festival is going to be nuts. I'll know not to be in the middle of things anyway.
Fuck everything. Things are getting way too weird and complicated with this girl. I'm finally gonna know what's going on tonight, but this has been waaayyy too stressful of a day for me to deal with this.
Si vis pacem, para bellum
Okay, so I couldn't do breakfast with her that morning, cuz a bunch of last minute stuff got in the way, so I apologize, and say I'll make it up to her, asking her to teach me yoga on saturdays (she offered before). After awhile she says she's gonna be busy all weekend and wants to meet up either tonight or tomorrow. I got shit to do tomorrow, so I say tonight at 10 (of course this implies we're not doing yoga). I text right now to ask where she wants to meet up, and she says that the other guy said he wanted to hang out, too, so she says she wants to meet up with me first to talk, then we go with him, and then find a chance to "slipknot away." Slip away? Like, ditch him and go do our thing? It sounds promising, but geez. Why not just blow him off and tell him you're busy? What's she pulling here? I'm overanalyzing again.
Si vis pacem, para bellum
Yeah, chill.
I don't know what all that is about but the over analyzing is just going to fuck your head over. I know telling you not to analyze is like telling a fish not to swim... I don't know, try to detach at least a little while you analyze it. I try to with my crap, it helps, to an extent.
Also, I thought about it and I am totally game for that marriage proposal. my own shit don't work out and neither does yours... let's just run off with Jess together and think about things, the three of us, in sarcastically unconventional and satirically analytical manors.
You are over thinking things and making yourself crazy. Meet up with her and say your peace. Try not to worry too much before it happens, if you do you will only psych yourself out and make things worse
"I'm glad I live in the GPS era. In a different century, I would've set off to visit the other side of the village and wandered off into the mountains and been eaten by a carnivorous plant. Or discovered the Americas."
-LaJessica
Well, my first instinct is to find what's wrong with someone before I can be comfortable with them, cuz then I know what can and probably will happen. Everyone has something wrong with them. I hadn't found out what's wrong with her until this. She thrives on attention. She wants to see us fight. Then again, maybe I'm wrong and she wants to meet up to tell me she's madly in love with me and we should elope.
Would you guys be okay with ring pops?
Si vis pacem, para bellum
I'm considering this manor.
Totally down with a ring pop. especially if you can find an alcohol infused one for me.
NOW THAT, that is what I call a Satirical Manor.
If that girl wants to spend alone time with you, she'll make the time to do so. The three of you meet up and then find away to give the other dude the slip? Lame and immature and deceitful. She just needs to figure out what she wants and then she needs be straightforward and honest about it.
well said
Fuck people. Especially people with penises.
"I'm glad I live in the GPS era. In a different century, I would've set off to visit the other side of the village and wandered off into the mountains and been eaten by a carnivorous plant. Or discovered the Americas."
-LaJessica
Exclusively.
Something something bitches, something something moneys.
This is why we can't have nice things.
I got an electronic copy of the contract to see if I'm ok with it, I have a longer deadline than I expected (2 months), and everything looks fine except that they don't say when they expect to publish the book. That's important because I get half of the money after I send the translation and the other half after it's published. But overall it sounds ok.
Very exciting, Irina.
PA - We're trying to find out where to go during our summer vacation, and I just found a flight to Rome around the end of June for a very good price. Maybe?
Alright, the night ended up this way. I wasn't able to show up until they were already there. My bad, I'm busy. Fuck me, right? And he was already gettin' close, so whatever. I get my drink, and they're sat in a way that I can't really... butt in, I guess (obviously his handiwork). As soon as he gets up to get a drink, she moves to bring me in closer and make him sit on the easy chair instead. Okay, nice, she's showing me she's open. Then I get up to get another beer. HE fucking moves to intentionally block me out. Oh, alright, he's threatened. Got it. We get drunk, he starts with the thigh, then caressing the hand, she's responsive, unless I'm taking over the show with a story, then she lets go. But one can only do so much when they're playing on the sidelines. Finally, I drunkenly decide, "Fuck this, I'm having a cigarette. I'm not the kind of guy that needs to compete for affection." So while I'm outside, I text her telling her that I'm leaving now. She says she's sorry, she feels guilty about not going through with the plan, all I say is, "Whatever." I come back inside, carry on the conversation like nothing, finish my beer, and I leave. She texts me a few times after, but I don't text back, save for one that asks if she's still on for yoga on Saturday, which was actually told in sincerity, cuz she's gonna teach me yoga for free. In a city where it's 15 bucks a class, that's awesome, regardless of the circumstances.
Yeah, I should've just kept ricky in mind (the other guy). Karma, I guess. Not that I believe in it, really.
Si vis pacem, para bellum
She's having fun at you two's expenses.
Okay, I am scary manic right now. After all that, I decide to meet up with this friend for drinks, and we find some women. We go back to our place, have some fun, but then things get crazy (the girls started fighting for some reason. Something about the girl I was with losing her cell phone). I lose interest and drive home. It's 7am. Now I'm on Cracked. Haven't slept. Can't sleep. Need pills. I'm running on fumes and I love it.
Si vis pacem, para bellum
I really need to make it out to Austin more.
She's a slag, end of.
On to the next!
EDIT_
Sent an email to my boss about Rome. Fingers crossed!
Let me rephrase that. Fuck two very specific people who happen to have penises.
"I'm glad I live in the GPS era. In a different century, I would've set off to visit the other side of the village and wandered off into the mountains and been eaten by a carnivorous plant. Or discovered the Americas."
-LaJessica
I need to get back on antidepressants. Sooner rather than later.
NMI.
This is why we can't have nice things.
We had the class with the professor who supervised my thesis and who I really like, and I offered to read and answer. Also got compliments on my side French braid, my glasses, my French braid once again, my liking The Last Mohican, and then he told me he had actually only now found the dedication on the book I gave him as a gift. In fact he said 'message' and I was confused, then I understood what he was talking about and he said it was 'very touching'. I shrugged it off, and he said I was silly for not taking compliments or pretending to ignore them. We also talked about how many movies I've seen off the lists he gave me, I had my notebook with me and he almost saw a sort of a diary entry from 2010 when Andrei left. It was right after the movie list for that year. I snatched the notebook and hope he didn't read it. That was at the pub we usually go to in between classes.
Aside from that, I'm being normal around him, or at least what I was like before I found out he was taken. He still sat next to me, but overdid the complimenting. What the hell.
This was a post for Amber who wanted to hear me talk more about school.
I've been here four years.