You haven't managed to get rid of me yet.

Once again, two months later, I am still alive. (Just in case you were wondering.)

I have breathed life into my blog once again. This time, it's because we had an interesting presentation on blogs in class and it reminded me that I didn't even know the username or password to get into mine. ):

My schedule for work has changed once again, and I am back on afternoon/evening shifts. I work 4:30-8:30 PM Monday through Thursday, and 9:00 AM-5:30 PM every other Saturday and Sunday.
It's the life. (but only on the weekends where I don't work.)

I'm created a Wordpress blog for class. Not going to lie, I'm pretty excited about it.
(So....just tried to log in, not ten minutes after I created it. Yeah. I typed in the wrong password. Twice. I hope I don't have to have it reset already.)

Nonetheless, if you care to listen to (read) me ramble on about sports and other shenanigans, feel free to check out my blog, cleverly titled, Sports and Other Shenanigans.





If I can remember the password I just created, I'm going to go get it all set up and whatnot.

xx

Yes. I am indeed still alive.

....just in case anyone out there in cyberspace was interested.


Basketball season is upon us, and my life is grand since school ended.
I know I got at least a B in one class, and a C in another. I'm waiting for news on  my last class. The lack of class is great. I'm really stoked about not having to stress over all of that. And I got to change my hours at work so instead of working 3:30-10:00PM, I get to work 11:00AM-5:30PM. I'm no longer exhausted from thirteen hour days, and I am now guaranteed to never miss a weekday basketball game.
(honestly, the latter means more to me than the former; just sayin')
I recently acquired a kitten. He was dumped out of a car in the middle of a highway and my sister-in-law picked him up. His name is Pablo Escobar (....yes, after THE Pablo Escobar) and he is pretty much adorable.

Yeahhh, that's my baby. Typical male, falling asleep with the clicker....

Unfortunately, I have not become any more interesting since my last post.
I am going to bed.
Escobar has to go see the doctor to get fixed in the morning, which means I have to pry myself out of bed early. Booooo. ):

xx

blogging = catharsis?

I'm thinking that the two just might be comparable.
On Blogger, I can cleanse and purge everything.
Blogger listens when no one else does.

I've been in a terrible mood lately. I'm pissed off all the time. I feel like I'm never happy anymore. It's really strange, because I'm so good at playing it off like I'm cool, but inside I'm like raging. I don't even know what to think about that anymore. I figured that with time, it would pass, like it typically does, however, it's been lingering for what seems like weeks.

I also feel massively stressed out. I'm working hella hours at work, and spending a lot of time at school. It seems like I'm basically only home to shower and sleep. I don't spend time with my parents. I don't spend time with my brother. I come home, shower and get ready to go to bed.

I don't have a social life anymore, and it turns out that throughout the most difficult thing I've experienced in my life, someone I've barely known a year was my rock. It sounds ridiculous, I feel like but my complete breakdown was a bonding experience for us. I am eternally grateful and I feel blessed to know her and have her as a friend.

On a happy note, basketball season is almost here! I'm so excited about that, however, I need to buy NBA League Pass because goodness knows I won't have time to watch the games. I'll actually be at work for most of my games, which bums me out. I'll actually have a chance to watch part of the Jazz and Nuggets games, and most of the Kings games. I also recently decided to adopt the Clippers. And of course I'll have to watch the Suns. Ugh, there are so many teams that I love, and so little time to watch them all.
Also, unrelated (kind of) but if the Knicks trade Danilo Gallinari, I'm going to cry for a week. And I may boycott the NYK, despite my love for Amar'e, Wilson, and of course I'm growing to love the newbies, to the Knicks/states, Andy, Patrick, Landry and Timofey.

I've also recently become a fan of soccer. I figured I would only like it because of the massive amount of foreign boys that play, however, when I sat down and watched a game today at school, I actually enjoyed it. (It didn't hurt that we won the game.) Of course, I've still got a lot to learn, but it's surprisingly similar to basketball so I think I'll catch on.

I guess I just bitch too much. My life is pretty good. I shouldn't complain so much.
I have a job, and I'm in school, and I have a family who loves me.
It could be so much worse.
I am incredibly blessed.

That's enough for now.
xx

....one of those days.

Yeah, it's definitely been one of those.
I'd swear that it was the longest day of work ever.
Even though I was only there nine hours, it felt like sixty.

Oh, yeah. If anyone actually reads this thing, HI, I got a job.
It reminds me that I can't wait to move out of Florida.
I'm so tired and it's absolutely horrible.
I'm currently hating my life.

I never cry, and today, all I wanted to do was get home so I could bawl.
Which I'm making myself not do.
I've managed alright so far.

The only good thing about work is the people I've met.
I met some really nice people, and even a foxy boy or two.
Other than that, it has helped me realize customer service isn't for me.

I started typing this blog because I felt like I really needed to get shit off of my chest, but blogging isn't helping. I won't

Today was just kind of an awful day.
I'm done with the pity party of one.

It's been a while.

I passed all of my classes.
I'm hoping to do a lot better next semester.
I now know I need to put a lot more work into my school.

I'm pretty addicted to college baseball now.
It's more than just hot guys in tight pants.
I even mostly understand the sport.
And I kind of love it. A lot.
Worth a two hour drive.
....to watch us lose.
Twice.
Yeah.


I still want the P(/SS/RF.)
A LOT. <3


I feel like I'm having a pre-midlife crisis.
I feel so emotional all the time anymore.
I hate it.
I feel so weak and stupid and useless.
I hate those feelings.
I hate feeling.


I'm quite certain nothing makes any sense anymore.
I certainly don't make much sense most of the time.
And more often than not, I understand next to nothing around me.
I need to get out of this crazy funk before everything goes to hell.


I'm so tired all the time.
I have no idea why.
I think I'm crazy.


Whatever.

Enough rambling.
I've wasted enough of your time with my nonsense already.

Goodnight.
xx

Deep breaths, now.

Busiest weekend EVER?
Quite possibly.

Let's recap, shall we?

Friday
Sleep and stuff around the house until 400.
Work 430-600.
Baseball game 630-1000.

Saturday
Baseball game 200-500.
Errands 530-700.
Icarus Account 700-800.
Cross Cultural Center 800-900.
Visit Amma 900-945.

Sunday
Baseball game 1100-230.
Errands 230-330.
Preconcert shenanigans (getting ready) 330-500.
Trip to House of Blues for MCS 500-600.
Crappy bands playing before MCS 630-800.
MCS 800-915.
Waiting to meet MCS 915-1015.
Finding the car 1015-1040.
Gas station and cute guy from opening band 1040-1050.
Trip home 1050-1150.
Dinner/basketball game 1200-1230.
Work on paper 1230-100.


So here it is, noon thirty on Monday; I have a paper due in two hours and four finals within the next five days.
And what am I doing?
Say it with me:
procrastinating.
Very good!

Anyway. Less blogging, more paper editing.
....potentially.

xx

Endless ramblings.

This shall have no order and will consist of chaos and dischord.




I'm sleepy.
My phone needs to be charged.
I'm excited for TUF11.
I need to take the polish off of my toenails.
I'm flustered.
My eyes feel heavy.
I have to find the Modern Languages Department.
Registration is today at 600PM and I have class.
My mom won't shut up about Weezer and "Undone (The Sweater Song.)"
Both of my knees are bothering me.
My grandma is back in the hospital.
I feel massively stressed out right now.
School is ridiculous.
The Jazz are winning.
The Knicks lost.
And I think the Kings lost. (I just checked; they did.)
I haven't watched much basketball in the past like, two weeks.
My presentation is in like, eighteen hours.
I have a hair tie on my wrist.
Peopleare frustrating.
This blog is probably going to be long.
I have an FML tab open.
Motion City Soundtrack makes me happy.
My best friend is sitting beside me on the couch.
I want to see Kick-Ass.
And She's Out of My League.
I have to make stuffed shells.
I need sleeeeeep.
I won't go to bed until one or two, I'm sure.
I just scratched my arm.
Ariel just laughed; I just smiled.
Paint dripped down a mirror; it kind of looks like a wishbone.
(Ariel thinks it looks like legs. Really, really skinny legs.)
Commercials are annoying.
Especially Pep Boys commercials.
Carlos Boozer makes his free throws strangely.
Clayton McKinney is cute.
Ariel likes mayhem....Miller, that is.
GSP and Dan Hardy had a pretty good fight on Saturday.
Ofcourse, GSP won.
He's hot.
There's another fight not this weekend, but next weekend.
IE: the day after I wanted to see the Knicks.
No Danilo or David for Jen.
Jen will survive.

Even if just barely.



Blah blah blah.
I don't think 'blah' is a cute word.
Miley Cyrus is a dumb twelve year old.
She acts all grown up and she's not even a legal adult yet.
I bet she'll be the next sperminated tween celebrity; I'll laugh. A lot.
Fonts can either compliment or destroy one another.
IE: King Cool KC should NOT go with Stencil STD.
BUT, Violation CAN go with Stencil STD without being a mess.
I think I broke my toe.
I have five tabs open.
And there is one line of volume showing on my speaker.
I should probably remind Liz that registration is today.
My nails look icky.
I get paid in two weeks.
It's my parents' anniversary.
Justin Beiber looks/sounds like a fifteen year old lesbian.
Sorry, lesbians; I know that's kind of an insult.
I hate tanlines.
I never want to go in the sun again.
The sun sucks.
I want to run far away from the fiery sun.
I think Only by the Night is a great album.
This list is getting kind of super massive.
I wish it was winter again.
I hate 80°+ outside.
It probably has something to do with how sucky Florida is.
Kenny Florian is a hottie.
He totes magotes beat Takanuri Gomi.
Ariel had to remind me who he was.
She's reading this over my shoulder.
Thanks, Ariel.
I am going to make a powerpoint on how to survive a zombie attack.
It is going to be amazeballs.
My whole class is going to be jealous.
They're probably going to pick lame topics, like, 'Why you should join a sorority/fraternity.'
....LAME. Super lame. Lame with super lame sauce.
Yeah, I don't care if that made no sense.
I've been up and going since like, eight this morning.
Yesterday morning, technically. So....
Sixteen hours.
That's a long time.
Too long, tbh, imo.
I miss talking to Ricki.
I miss sleeping in.
I wonder how Angela is doing,
I wonder if she's having a boy or a girl.
I wonder if this list is getting on your nerves.
I wonder if anyone is actually going to read this anyway.
I wonder why some of you people follow me.
How did you find me?
That's kinda weird.
Unless I found you first.
Which could totes be the case.

I think I'm going to end this list now.


Goodnightmorning.
xx