Ridiculous
I found a new blog that I really like, The Bloggess, because it’s absolutely hilarious. Check it out, bitch!
Hmm. I really want to go to the grocery store because I have very little food, which might actually be a good thing, and because I want to make blueberry muffins. Unbelievable craving for these magical blueberry vegan muffins, but I decided I should wait until the rest of the roomies get home cos they’re probably out of food too. But I’m not really good at patience.
Wow. Sometimes I think I’m a ridiculous human being.
Other times I know I’m ridiculous.
Hahaha
I watch the Watchmen
I did it. I finally saw Watchmen. I think you had to have read the book to get the depth of the story. Yeah, it’s a comic book/graphic novel/whathaveyou, but the characters and plot have astounding complexity and depth. I really liked the part in the book where they show the comic that the kid at the newsstand is reading, with the pirates and junk, and I wish it had been included in the movie, but it was pretty long anyway and would have been hard to make good transitions between the stories, I guess. I agree with everyone else that the casting was pretty awesome, but I didn’t really like the guy who played Adrian Veidt, or maybe just the way he played the character. I feel like he was too creepy, like the creepy should have been more subtle, especially in the beginning of the movie. Whatever, bitches. One more thing: weren’t you impressed by Dr. Manhattan’s penis? I was. Hahaha. Sorry. I had to say it. But seriously. That big while flaccid? C’mon. You know you were impressed. I thought it was weird that he glowed in the movie, I didn’t really picture him that way. Some of the meaning was lost in the Mars part where he talks about time, but I suppose that’s more of a flaw in the medium of film rather than this particular film.
Not that you care what I think about Watchmen anyway, but I felt like sharing. So there. Sine I’m being five years old I feel I ought to stick my tongue out at you while I say that: 
It’s good to be home. My mommy is making asparagus for dinner and I LOVE asparagus. I also really appreciate having a real mattress, having TEH KITTEH around, and being cooked for. What can I say? Life is pretty good right now. Enjoy it while it lasts, right?
Shrink appointment tomorrow. Not looking forward to that in any way. Argh. Although Cynthia is by far my favorite of the many I’ve seen. My mom wants me to talk to her about having TMS therapy this summer. Apparently Mayo does it. I’m not sure how I feel about it. More on that later, maybe.
For now,
ASPARAGUS 
No one said you had to
Right now I’m hanging out in the chem lounge, waiting. Waiting. I need to work on the write-up for this massive group lab report, but I can’t because I don’t have the data, and the person with the data can’t come until 8 pm. Poop on a stick. It’s a three part thing, but the first two parts are just synthesizing the reagents for the main reaction and don’t even have to be typed up. So of course I’m the person doing the write-up for the third part, the hard part. Of course. Yeah, kinda cranky right about now. I know, that never happens!
Argh. It’s only Monday. It’s been drizzling all day, and now it’s freezing. Black ice, much? Very, very slippery, and I am very, very clumsy. Today keeps getting better and better. Anyway, I’m just trying to focus on the fact that next week is spring break, just gotta make it to Friday, right? Holy shit, there’s a blizzard warning from Tuesday at 7am to Wednesday at 7am, with up to a foot of snow. That’s just what I need right now, makes me feel so much better. Maybe they’ll cancel class tomorrow. Maybe pigs will fly: they never cancel class here.
So. Last night I felt worse than I have in quite a while, which is definitely saying something because I’ve been having a rough time of it recently. I’m still kind of feeling off, but I’m not like curled up in a ball on my floor trying not to fall apart, so we’ll count that as a win. It’s true, I mostly write when I feel crappy, which is why I have so many cheerful posts. Tough titty. No one said you had to read them, now did they?
stuff??
Beth took Jake and I to the grocery store yesterday (because she’s cool like that ) and I got tater tots . . . nom nom nom. Also we went to the co-op and Jake bought loose tea and talked me into some ice cream (Me: “I want this . . . ” Jake: “You should get it.” Me: “Okay . . . ” ) Anyway, it’s just appallingly delicious. A chocolate fantasy. Yes, I really did just write that. It’s called Peanut Butter Zig-Zag. And, I hadn’t had anything chocolate in weeks. (Last week’s brownies were a fail, didn’t have enough cocoa powder even though I only made half a recipe, so I threw most of those out.)
Further news: Person called me last night at like 9:30 to work on project. Cranky and sick, I did not answer. Now I feel bad. Project proposal due on Thursday. The project proposal is a huge part of the grade (half-semester class) and we’ve been turning in drafts of it since the beginning of the semester. Except our group is slightly behind. Oops. Fuck it.
I’m so tired of being sick. Bleh. I’m not sure whether I got it from Logan or my mom, but either way, dirty bitches! Jake and Beth also have whatever Logan had last week. Consequently, Jake bought three boxes of Kleenex. Also, the icing on the cake, so to speak: I have cramps. I just want to curl up and go to sleep but everybody wants me to do stuff. By stuff I mean work on projects (multiple), calling my shrink, watching Star Wars . . . okay, nobody actually cares if I watch Star Wars with them. I was bored and tired and it was only the third one anyway. The next one is the good one
Okay, okay. I’ll go stuff. For now. Only because I decided if I do stuff I get tater tots later.
It occurred to me this morning that I should restrain myself to actually blogging ABOUT stuff, rather than my inane ramblings. But that sounds far too sensible for me. If I wrote about stuff, then someone might actually read my blog, and that would be weird. Hahahahaha
By the way: STUFF at The Wind in Your Vagina (Yes, this guy’s blog is called The Wind in Your Vagina, and it’s bitchin’ as hell, so check it out.)
