Sunday, February 28, 2010

OH GOD

I think that I am in possession of an original Nintendo game called Stadium Events.  If that name doesn't mean anything to you, it should, because it's worth approximately 13 thousand dollars.
The scavenger hunt begins.

Tuesday, February 23, 2010

I live in the Twilight Zone.

So, this morning, I'm drivin' along with like half a tank of gas, on my merry way to my first and only class of the day.  ALL OF A SUDDEN, my car just starts inexplicably decelerating.  All by itself!  And I'm like UUUHHHHHH WHAT?  I could not speed up, so I pulled over as much as I could before it died completely.  I just sat there in disbelief, staring at the dashboard of this silver Audi that I actually had come to like.  The engine wouldn't turn over, and I was totally baffled. But luckily!  I just so happened to break down right down the road from my ex-boyfriend Zeb's grandparents house!  So, I turned my four-ways on, grabbed my bag, and walked there, cursing the world and swearing the whole way (Ex: "YEAH LET'S GO FOR A FUCKING WALK ::mumble mumble::").  I went inside and said hi and called my dad.  While I waited for him to come, I hung out and caught up with Zeb's grandparents, which was cool.

So my dad finally gets there, and we go to the car, and he explains that it seems like there is a problem with the fuel line or something?  Well anyway, SOMETHING made the car think it was out of gas, when in reality it wasn't.  So after fucking with the car and poking things ant hitting things, we have to push it off the road further, because it had died before I could properly pull over.  So we pull at this tank of a car for like five minutes until it's finally off the road quite a bit, and then we hop in the Jeep my dad came in and drive away.

Skip ahead about an hour: I'm driving the Jeep back to my house, while Dad and his cousin Dave are going to look at the Audi.  So, I pull in my driveway, and as I pull in, I notice mail in the mailbox.  So, being the nice guy (note: I am not a guy) that I am, I throw the Jeep into park and get out and grab the mail.  There's this big package that says something like "For strong moms!" on it, and a bunch of other stuff addressed to my mom.  So I grab all this and climb back into the Jeep, put it in drive and go to pull forward and park.  Except the Jeep won't move.  It seemed like it was stuck.  So I put it in 4 Wheel Drive, but that didn't make any difference.  I get out with every intention of digging out the tires so it can go, but the tires aren't stuck, or sunk in, or anything.  SO, I get back in, once again baffled, and decided to try reverse instead.  Okay, I can back up, hooray!  Let's try drive again. OH NOW IT WORKS.  So I pull in, and park, and lug my ass and the mail inside.

So, this box that says Strong Moms or whatever? Yeah, it's addressed to my 15 year old sister, and it's got two huge tins of formula inside.  Taylor's been getting all this weird, inexplicable mail about becoming a Teen Mom (which, you know... she ISN'T), and I feel like it's all peaked at this moment.  I think it's hilarious, but my mom is totally freaking out.

All this before noon.  Oh boy.

/end incoherent blog post.

Sunday, February 21, 2010

Emo Kid Post Ahead.

::WARNING::
I'm in a bad fucking mood.


I'm really sick of being betrayed by people I loved and/or cared about.  Best friends aren't supposed to lie, and boyfriends don't break up with you for no legitimate reason and then go fuck around with a fourteen year old. So here we go.

You're my friends (or were) and I really enjoyed spending time with you. Apparently, the feeling wasn't mutual. Have a nice life.

I LOVED you. LOVE. This is not a word I take lightly. You were amazing, and perfect. What the hell happened? Is drastically changing your personality so you turn into a huge douchebag asshole the cool new thing? Because it sucks. You're supposed to be an adult. Meaning, you're supposed to take responsibility for your actions. You can't just assume things are getting mucky and then fucking run away. Most SANE people try to work things out before letting everything go to shit. But apparently you're a fucking idiot. How many girls have you fucked over? How many people have fallen for your bullshit? It's a shame that you're just going to keep tearing through unsuspecting girls, breaking their fucking hearts, all while looking for your definition of love. What we had was love, sweetie, whether you want to admit it or not. Just because we're not together anymore doesn't mean we never happened. But to you, I'm just another failed fling. And to me, you're just another let down.

Don't lie to me, because I WILL find out.  Don't just cut me from your life, because I will DEMAND a reason. And Don't. Talk. Shit. Because I will fucking destroy you.

Thursday, February 18, 2010

I have a Bucket List.

I'm debating posting it up here, just because I like to hear and see other people's opinions about it.
I'm hesitant though, because some of them are pretty personal.
This is a pointless blog.

Wednesday, February 17, 2010

"You came to OUR country, you learn OUR language"? Suck my balls.


The ignorance of the people in this country astounds me. If you REALLY have the mentality that people that come here need to learn English, you’re WRONG. Don’t even try to defend the point, because there’s no way you can justify it. If you’re going to force people to learn America’s “native language”, try some Cherokee on for size.

Here's a Facebook group against the close-minded jerks.
Show it some love.

Monday, February 15, 2010

Got myself a Tumblr!

Seems more appropriate than Blogger for my inane ramblings and postings. Don't worry, though, Blogger won't be neglected by any means.

http://mcxtrash.tumblr.com/  Hit me up.

Monday, February 8, 2010

Oh dear.





I had a pretty emo kid blog lined up for today, but recent events in my life have turned that around.

I’ve met some fantastic people, for once.  And they don’t really seem like they hate me, which is cool.    And, even though this is very unlike me, I seem to have developed the teeniest bit of a crush. =3

Weird, yeah?  I mean, I’m pretty thrown.  I’m not sure how to go about handling this. This isn’t something that happens to me.  I mean, I barely know the kid, but I feel strangely drawn to him.  I really think we’ve been hitting it off pretty well, but maybe I’m wrong.  And anyway, I think he’s already involved with someone.  But, that doesn’t matter, right?  Because this is just me being marginally stupid.

He’s pretty cute, though.

Wednesday, February 3, 2010

In which I muse.

My Bio professor is an Evolutionist.  Which is cool, I guess, because learning about new things is fascinating to me.  But there are some holes in the evolutionary theory, and I may only be a 19 year old kid, but they seem like gaping holes to me.  In the second day of class, he handed out a chart of organism development over the past bazillion years, and at one point, called the Cambrian Explosion, all of a sudden, land animals appear!  Well, okay, but why?  He didn’t seem to have a straight answer for me.

Among others, this is the main reason I find Evolution such a sketchy theory: the idea of adaptations.  For example, the whole ‘Monkeys-into-People’ idea.  Well alright, sure, monkeys stood up, lost some hair, grew some smarts, and got called Humans.  Well I have a few problems with that.  This is how I look at it – If I have a big, ugly nose and I’m not happy with it, I’ll get a nose job and then I look cute (this is hypothetical, of course.  I’m not one for cosmetic surgery).   So now I’ve got this great nose and I’m totally hot, I marry some cutie and we have kids.  HOWEVER, no matter what I’ve done to my body, my children will have my former big, ugly nose.  Because no matter how I change my physical appearance, my DNA and genes and all that shit stay the same. 

So how, exactly, does evolution work?  If one monkey decided he wanted to stand up straight and walk around on two legs and lose some hair, good for him.  But when he finds a nice lady monkey and they have nice monkey babies, those monkey babies are going to be just that: Monkeys.  No matter what Daddy did to his body, his genes stayed the same, and THAT is what gets passed to monkey babies. 

SO, in semi-conclusion, unless organisms figured out a way to change their genetic make-up, Evolution doesn’t make sense.  But maybe that’s the point: those things DID figure out a way to change their DNA and stuff.  But if that’s the case, maybe that should be the first thing an Evolutionist Bio professor teaches.  And then his students would spend their time in class writing about all the reasons they’re confused.

So all in all, these are the musings of a 19 year old, first-year college student.  Cut me some slack.

Monday, February 1, 2010

Oh, today.

I had a dream about that boy again last night.  He didn’t talk, or really do anything at all. But he was there.  And I still don’t remember what he looked like. XD

The dream he was in was so weird, I think it carried over into my day.  I’ve been so rushed in everything that I haven’t had a chance to eat, but I’m not even close to hungry.  Kinda thirsty, though.  Bio class was actually enjoyable, and Step Aerobics was actually hard work.  In Modern Drama we watched a movie like we’re in fucking junior high, which was really amusing.  And then on my hour break, I hung out with Ann-Marie and her amigos that I didn’t know.  I couldn’t really tell if they liked me or not, but I had fun, and they’re a pretty cool bunch.  Although sometimes, the facts in my head get bored and like to take a walk in my mouth, so when Daniel sneezed, I for some reason blurted out “A SNEEZE IS AN EIGHTH OF AN ORGASM”. 

Balls.

At least he laughed.