My Evening

Well, I still haven't had a nap and being this late, I guess I'm just not getting one. But, the condo is much MUCH cleaner now. My roommate comes home tonight so hopefully he'll be in a good mood when he sees the place. But then again, he hates change...maybe he'll be even more grumpy... I can't win.

In getting all the cleaning done I have managed to completely procrastinate my research papers and I'm feeling a bit screwed on them about now. So, if anyone knows anything about the weaponization of space (as in outer space) or the activities of Boeing...please, let me know. Thanks, kids.

Back to the loose ends of cleaning/more tv/the munchies...

Spent

I sat down to try to write a highly intellectual and analytical post about Iraq but I have come to realize, I do not posses the current mental capacity of a potato at the moment. The post about Iraq will have to wait.

I didn't sleep well, woke up early, and have had a bit of a downer of a day. All good things must come to an end and my lovely weekend surprise was no exception. When good times end and the frown creeps in, I am always tired. Guess that is proof that it takes more energy to frown than to smile. Since then I've talked to my mom and I've gone to look at a condo for sale - say it with me children, RIP OFF. Then I came home and started looking for places for rent. No fun at all. Checking out fall courses is not looking much better.

I am just exhausted...sorry guys. I'll be back to entertain you soon, I promise.

"Good Little Girls Make Some Mighty Wild Women"

Since now I'm sitting here thinking about the link between sex and music (thanks SWG), I'd like to thank country music for the following phrases:

"Save a horse, ride a cowboy"

"I want the real McCoy / I want a Cowboy"

"Heaven knows what I might do / If I had me a cowboy like you / Oh, Buckaroo"

"Forget the bull, ride the cowboy"

And people wonder why my favorite bar says Dancehall and Saloon on the sign. *G*

Roommate Crap

My roommate's family lives fairly close by - he grew up here, he went to college 4 hrs away and then returned. Sometime during the week after having had dinner with them one weekend he came to me and we had a conversation that went vaguely like the following:

Him: My uncle asked me a question at dinner that I didn't know the
answer to...

Me: Ok... What was it?

Him: He wanted to know what your plans for summer are...

Me: *quizzical look* That's an odd question for your uncle to be asking. I've never met the guy...

Him: No... he was just wondering if I would be getting a new roommate
or you know, whatever...

I proceeded to answer his question by saying that I didn't know what my plans were. That I had applications in for work but that I didn't plan to take classes.

In my mind the conversation was a poorly veiled attempt at just asking if I was moving out once the semester ended. To me, that also means he's trying to say, "Hey, I don't like living with you. I was here first, get out." Are you kidding me, buddy? Sure, you've lived here for a year but that doesn't make it your house. And you chose to let me live here over all the other people that applied for it. Deal.

A quick picture of this guy...
He's a computer programmer for the federal government. He likes things to be very orderly. He practically lives by routine. He has a circle of friends he does X with and a circle of friends he does Y with. His friends don't know about the girl he's been dating for over a year. He doesn't like for his roommate to know his friends. With his last roommate (according to his girlfriend) they each stayed in their rooms with the door closed and hardly ever talked to one another. The brand new TV and couch are in the exact same STUPID place they were when the last guy furnished the living room (the TV in front of the fireplace) and he is not open to moving it - he doesn't like change.

Apparently I'm in his space, messing up his routine, and he's too much of a puss to come and talk to me about anything he doesn't like that I am doing. So now I'm going to have to confront him on the issue...fun.

On another note - My roommate is not my landlord. I pay my rent to the owner that lives down the street. And even if I wanted to leave, I can't for 2 more months. I not only agreed to the standard 30 day notice but I agreed to give such notice on the first of the month preceding my move (should I choose to make one).

I Tell You...

WORST ALARM CLOCK EVER!

And I'm not a fan of unreliable things.

Your Powers

for good or for awesome?

I just found this link from a man who apparently just tries food around the house and rates it for us all. His post was about breast milk and I fell over laughing when I read this portion of it:

I must admit that my aversion to drinking breast milk is something of a double-standard. Let me try to put this as delicately as I can out of respect to my female readers... but some women have been known to willingly "ingest" a certain dubious "body fluid" made by men, during moments of "intimacy." (These moments are known as "blow jobs." These women are known as "awesome.")

So ladies...do you use your powers for good or for awesome? I'll never tell...

YIKES!

Holy Rowdy Gang Rape, Batman!

There is the hugest freakin bee I have ever seen in my life hanging out in my hallway. I'm not ordinarily scared of bees. If I don't give them a reason to sting me, they'll leave me alone. But this dude...I'm screaming bloody little girl murder if he comes anywhere near me. I'm fairly certain its one of these little suckers right here cuz he's HUGE!

Update: The giant annoying f*cktard of a bee is now trapped in my bathroom because he refused to take the escape route that I planned for him. So now I hope he fries his ass to death in the heat created by the wickedly hot lights.

Updated Update: I have defeated the bee...but he did not die in the sauna that is my tiny bathroom. I opened the door and found him, weak and slow, on the counter behind the sink. Taking a silk flower sprayed with VS perfume I nudged him and got him to climb on. I took a walk through the bedroom, down the hall, into my roommates bedroom, put the flower down on the deck, and slammed the sliding glass door. So there...he's gone and I didn't even kill him. But more importantly, I didn't have to touch him. F*cker.

A Swift Kick and A Bandaid

Its official! I've sent the necessary emails to the blogging gods and I should be on my way to a new home soon. I CAN'T WAIT! The decorating, the linkage... I think I need a towel now...

But that's not all the wonderful day has had to offer. I have defended my rightful place in the world and Eric has the post to prove it! Go see.

And just because I'm in that great of a mood...here's me and the girls looking particularly elfy at McP's in Coronado:

(Still) Blog Naming

So far I've gotten the most response for these two:

• A Swift Kick (and A Bandaid)
• Angry Educated Female

People seem to think they capture my real life personality of an outspoken, blunt, and opinionated nature.

I'm also toying with "Awesome Work" since that's pretty much what I say to all the idiots I encounter. Doesn't quite capture things right though, I suppose...Maybe "Awesome Thoughts"? "Awesome" is definitely one of the most overused words in my vocabulary though...

I have also gotten the promise of bonus points for this one:

• Pith and Vinegar

UPDATE:

Perhaps "Blunt But Honest"?

I Love Acidman

I thought I'd try it out as a title. No offense, man...I'm gonna have to go with something else.

The promise of high gear move to a new blog has been made and I'm stoked! With that, I have to get in gear on a new title. Taking the advice of Acidman, blogs that start with A get more traffic so here's what I came up with for A's:

• Accidental Insights *
• A Swift Kick & A Bandaid **
• Acoustic Rantings
• Admissible Evidence *
• Adverse Reaction
• Affinity For None
• Alter of Ranting
• Ambitious Bullshit
• Assembled Defiance *
• Auditioning for Life

Contributions from Acidman that I really like include:

• Angry, Armed, and Female
• Blended Truth *
• Somebody Had To Say It *

I really liked "Get Off My Lawn" but that is taken. I'm a little partial to "A Swift Kick and A Bandaid" since someone once said I was the girl who'd kick your ass but make sure you got home ok...but it seems a little long maybe? I put asterisk on the others that strike me. Now...to narrow it down...HELP!

Going Broke

The semester is drawing to a close (not nearly as quickly as it need to be closing) and I am facing a summer without funding. My loans cover tuition and since I'm not taking summer classes, there is no source of income for summer. I have to find myself a job. Dammit.

I had an application in for a homeland security program internship and never heard anything back. Sux.

Today I got my resume in for a counter-terrorism project but I'm not hopeful. It is the exact field I want in the long run, I have academic experience with it, but on paper I'm not a great candidate. No demonstrable experience and no security clearance. It would be great, but I'm not going to hold my breath.

I'm Gonna DIE!!