But more on that later. (I want to gather up some quotes).
I had a dream about some summer retreat and it gave me vertigo in my bed. Upon waking up, it took ten minutes before I could actually get out of bed. I also dreamt I spent Christmas with Boy's family. That part of the dream was actually pretty beautiful. Many colored lights.
Finally I get my tattoo tomorrow! Jesus Christ I have been waiting forever for this!
I just looked at the time, I should not be writing this, I should be getting ready. boooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo.
After class...
I decided to come home before going to work. I was going to go to Cup O Joe and get some coffee and start a new book, but the number 4 bus was already waiting there so. Here I am. I made myself some coffee.
It's a rainy day. That's nice for me because today I was supposed to go into work and water the outdoor plants for the floral manager. So glad I get off the hook for doing that. Tip: Do not lie about doing something, saying you enjoyed it when you actually did not. I'm such a dumbass sometimes, always sticking my foot in my mouth. I still have to go in though, probably play with some roses, which will be nice:)
Lab went pretty well. I bombed the quiz afterwards, but it was still an okay lab. We were supposed to work in groups but me and the one girl decided to work separate from the two losers in my group.
They have to be fresh out of high school. The ones mother still drives her to the front door of all her classes. Maybe this is commonplace to this type of school, but I went to a school where I was placed in an area where I went to and did everything on my own. Thank God for that. But other than the whole mommy situation, she seems a lot prettier and better off than her friend. The other girl has absolutely nothing going for her. If I have to hear one more time how one of her professors didn't explain something and how awful all her teachers are... GAH! JUST READ THE GODDAMN BOOK! She expects everything to be handed to her. I know this because she is in my lab. I mean, granted, there are some awful professors who I am sure just expect you to know things, but this girl doesn't read past a certain point in her lab manual. She reads a generalized description and complains she can't find specific answers. She also wears tee shirts with such quotes as "My boyfriend bites and I like it" and "I love vampires" printed on them. I'm into biting too but I refuse to advertise this on my clothing. I just want to shake her until she wakes up in reality.
One of my biggest pet peeves is clothing with any kind of statement printed on it. I see this all the time and I just to say "Oh I see, your sweatshirt says you are feisty on it. Oh. And look at that, it has a picture of a well known cartoon cat on it. I see what they did there. It's because the cat is feisty and gets into mischief and you relate to this. Were they out of the fat, ugly lady sweatshirts that day?"
Also, I am so over this vampire, Twilight saga, lame ass, emo, soft-core porn for tweenies. Robert Pattinson is not all that and the books are poorly written, meant to engage the poorly educated minds of our youth today. Please, do yourself a favor and read Judy Blumes Forever. If you're in it just for the sex, I have the good parts dogeared and can give you the page numbers, just let me go get the book from my parents house and get it from underneath my mattress. Fuck.
So actually I kind of enjoy going to class. It gives me interesting people to consider. The bus rides to and from constantly prove themselves amusing and it breaks up my day to day schedule. I mean, if I hadn't taken this class look at this gem on craigslist that I would have otherwise passed right over:
http://columbus.craigslist.org/mis/1728000446.html
That was written by someone in my very class. Priceless.
I really want to stay home now. Not go into work. Rufio kept crying at the door so I took him outside for a minute. He doesn't usually ever go out, but if I am right there with him I don't mind it for a few minutes.
This is his scared look. I kind of really love it. He was pissing me off so badly just now, though. I need him to realize that I am person who loves him, not a scratching post.
And on that note. This turned into a bit of a rant. Sorry. But look at the pictures I added for your personal voyeuristic intentions. Your welcome.
F.
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