another thing.

i never got a chance to reflect on this but on thursday i was stranded in raritan for an hour and a half. i was awaiting my ride. and i was pacing around near quick chek. i love me some quick chek. and well, at about 1 hr 20 min, a guy pulls up, about 40, cacausian, wearing ugly sunglasses, smoking a cigarette and says: "hey do you need a ride?"

to which i reply: " no thank you. i'm ok."

and as he drives off i wonder, WHO THE FUCK WOULD GET INTO YOUR CAR????!!!! who has said yes to you. how many women have you raped or killed??? what the fuck. creepy. as. hell.

this is going to be a weird one.

i have a lot to reflect on.

1. i love holographic nail polish. i love taupe nail polish. i got a holographic taupe nail polish today. it's now my second favorite nail polish.

2. it was a weird mother's day.

3. i'm moving out on saturday.

4. paintball episode of community- awesome.

5. and this is where it gets really weird. over mother's day dinner, we got on the subject of osama bin laden. a weird weird thing to do. at a lebanese restaurant. or any restaurant. and what's even weirder is that we all felt the exact same way about it. we agree on nothing. absolutely nothing. but as it turns out, our morals and ethics come from a very similar place. family. who knew?

dear president of douchetopia:

it is not super warm out. just because you work out and you have a back tattoo doesn't mean you need to throw the ball around with your friends without your shirt on. and why does you friend not have a shirt, either? i'm confused. it's so douche-y that my mind can't even handle it. it's crazy.

why are people stupid?

i don't understand. i wake up. to the sound of someone else's alarm. and not some song. a beep. an electric annoying loud beep. i walk into the next room and he#1 goes: "it's not mine." ARE YOU FUCKING SERIOUS??!!! guess how hard it was for me to walk over and hit sleep? harder than it would've been for you. plus cool hipster is in the shower and i have to pee. so i have to walk down 8 flights to the sub cellar bathroom. and as i leave my room. someone left the garbage chute open. people. LIFE IS NOT AS HARD AS YOU MAKE IT. shut the fucking door and the hallway will not smell like a diaper.

now that i've complained. one good thing about today: i'm drinking orange juice. it's delicious.

what a weird week i've had so far.

specifically because i have had this running motif of broken glass. it keeps happening. three times. which is weird. and i don't know what it means if i'm not asleep when the glass breaks.

in dreams, it means impending orgasms or something like that.

in life, it usually undoes any bad luck you've made by smashing mirrors or walking under ladders.

but i haven't broken any mirrors, nor does that make any sense. because a mirror is actually glass. so... explain that to me.

i also have a short, ok, long list of papers i've got to do for finals.

1. 10 page theater theory. also there is a project due tomorrow. i am going to have to bullshit this one the hardest. since i do not understand a gosh darn thing in that class.

2. a shakespeare paper analyzing a passage.

3. a 8 page, 3 subject essay for dramatic literature.

4. oh, any these response papers i didn't do for the first class, i have four more to do. due last week but the teacher extended it because no one in the class did them.

i have much to do and i am a little stressed about it. not terribly too stressed about it though. i'm anxious about not understanding theater theory and having the most work to do for that class, but otherwise i'm ok.

i have just made a post excusing not posting for a day when in fact, that day, is in may. beda mission suceeded.

as usual this still counts as sunday

i have very happily made it back to new york without any costumes in tow. no work for me to do here but finals work. :O) this pleases me.