let’s kill the world

This could be considered an affliction.

I’m keeping this quiet.

I’m hushing and shushing

and praying that I lose

my grip before I slip.

And I’m talking in circles

again

making sure I don’t miss

my point by misspeaking

what I mean to say.

What I mean to say is this:

I can’t be more

than this cockroach

of a whore who’s lying

laying lowering herself

down by her twisted ankles.

I can’t be more

because I didn’t know

better this time

and better that I am

unfortunate

than some sorry

son of a bitch

who couldn’t help himself.

I can’t be more

than you or her or him

or any one other person

who says they mean

what they don’t act.

It’s kind of rotten

when your last words

on earth are shitty

interpretations of someone

else’s wisdom. Someone

other than you who died

before your sun rose and set

all at once in one fell

fallen swoop.

All it took was a hatchet.

I took the day off from work today so I can begin Big Assignment #1 of 5.  So far I have taken out my class folder and looked at it. It’s green. And heavy. What’s inside of it is a different story as I have yet to check the syllabus to see precisely what I need to do.

This minor setback I blame on Folger’s instant coffee. It is not quite as delicious as the Starbucks coffee we ground ourselves here at home.  It is not as flavorful or as aromatic as our usual.  This is upsetting for two different reasons: A) I don’t like instant coffee B) I’m a caffeine nut and it usually takes me a whole pot to really get working.
I am fully aware I sound like I coffee snob.  I am.  I’m also pretty sure that promoting a very large, dominating company such as Starbucks does not earn me extra points anywhere across the board…. but I do have to support my roommate (and, their coffee really is better) so it is what it is.

That’s my story for today.

Oh! I’ve decided that my new haircut not only makes me look like I could tempt a nun to have sex, but also encourages the whole business-like image I want to project with New Job I’ll have in May.  In other words, I pretty much rock.

I’m well aware that I have zero modesty when it comes to patting myself on the back or telling the world how awesome I am so I’m just gonna come out and say it: I can be really freaking funny sometimes.  Instead of continuing work on my essay I decided to browse through my own blog and crack myself up.  Oh, and I did. I think I am jealous of myself…  (I’m also very aware that I’m probably the only one that thinks I’m funny and that’s just fine with me). 

I’d like to note that today sucks.  In addition to being late for class and not finding a parking space on campus, I got a parking ticket for “Parking in a Residential Neighborhood/Area” for said issue.

That probably registers as a 0.0001 on the This Sucks Scale, but who the hell cares.

Ever watch or read something that involves you so much you can help but just yell out loud when something really interesting happens?  You’re stomach’s in knots and you yell out “OH Snap!” even though you haven’t said that in years?

Oh yeah.

That’s me and Heroes. Why did anyone show me this?

I’m addicted to Heroes. I didn’t want to be and it didn’t start out that way, but Lord! is that show like chinese food.
… I want to have a superpower…

Singing Meatloaf at the top of my lungs pleases me.  One day I’ll be in one of Claire’s plays. It’s already been discussed so when it happens, look for me.  I’ll be fucking awesome.

Why do I care about curtains?

When on God’s green earth did I ever have an inkling of concern for thread counts on sheets, what kind of curtains I should get (they must be beige not off-white!), or a vacuum cleaner (and trying to find what cool things I can vacuum all over the house)?

At the end of the road these things don’t matter. In fact, they don’t even register as a 0.000001 on The Important Things Meter. SO WHY is it crucial to have the nicest smelling fabric softener ever when I’ve never even used fabric softener before?

I’m getting old.

What follows is a random list of things that do and do not please me. Pay attention because you may need to know this one day.

Or not.

+) People who pull out in front of you and go about 2 mph in a 55 mph zone are not smart. To these people I say: Stop It.

+) Having a big thing of whiskey pleases me. I prefer Jameson’s but any will do. (Note: This is something you will want to know later when the holiday season comes back around).

+) Random moments of Meatloaf.  Boy, can that man sing.
List Summary: If you are not a worse driver than I or if you have brought me whiskey or Meatloaf consider yourself in the clear.

I thought I would use the internet more now that we actually have a working system in our house but I find myself somewhat apathetic to it all. I only get spam and the occasional email from a friend or family member anyway, so what does it matter? My keyboarding skills have suffered a decline since I’ve last logged on and that highly annoys me as I’ve always patted myself on the back since Mavis taught me how to type. What annoys me more is that I’m whining and I hate it when I start to bitch.

You make me one lonely girl when you are standing so close to me. 

I’m going to jinx myself I think, but whatever:

I’M GOING BACK TO SCHOOL!!!!!!!!!

Freaking hell yes.

That’s my exciting news, I’m glad I shore (shared) it with you.  I bet you can tell I’m an English major, eh?