It’s Halloween Month!…or as the common folk call it…October.

Happy Halloween Month!

It’s happening!

It’s here.

The only time of year where my clothing accessories can be considered “normal.”

Love it.

Thought I’d get a good start by wearing all my bat stuff today.

I do enjoy my bats.

Some might say, I’m quite batty.

Haha.

Get it?

Do you?

DO YOU GET IT?!

Oh…you do.

Huh.

Good for you then.

I’m proud.

I’m also in a bit earlier than normal.

See, usually I come in at 10 but then I was like super late yesterday so I told myself to come in early today.

Also Boss Lady is in early today.

So I had to be in.

Otherwise it would be awkward sauce.

Hopefully she’s still in that meeting she told me about earlier cause that makes this less awkward.

Now, here’s the slight problem I have.

She gave me a few things to do.

Should I wait and do them at my official start time of 10 a.m. or should I do them now?

It’s a problem.

On one hand, I’m not on the clock for another 10 minutes, on the other hand she could be out of her meeting at any moment and see me not doing my working things.

Struggles.

Trail Mix walked by again.

Can always count on Trail Mix to make my decision easier.

I’m gonna start doing the work she asked me to do, this way I can maybe leave 10 minutes earlier.

That sounds like a good plan.

Sounds like an excellent plan actually.

I deserve a self five on that one.

SELF-FIVE!

I did it.

But the clap was a bit louder than I thought so it’s possible it echoed down the hall.

It defiantly echoed down the hall.

Whoops.

At least everyone knows I did something deserving of a self-five.

Or there was a bug.

Highly likely everyone thought it was a bug.

Oh well.

Snap crackle pop! Boss Lady is back.

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I quick did the one thing she needed me to do.

It was just a scan and email though so it went pretty quick.

There’s not much else I need to do aside from walk over to another building to drop off something.

Which is great cause I’m still stuck in my Hobbit Mood so I want to go on a journey.

My Hobbit soundtrack came on this morning and it was so inspiring.

Not really.

Oh lookie here, I gots some visitors.

I do enjoy visitors.

It’s club peeps so if I look suspicious like whatever.

It’s Bestie and Princess.

Oh man.

Oh and club leader.

Cool!

So Bestie thinks I’m coming after her man who is the Club Leader…

That would be like me coming on to my own brother.

Ew.

Homie don’t play that.

I told her that too.

She laughed.

Good.

Takes the scary attention away from me, cause when people come after her man she’s very defensive.

Technically speaking he isn’t her man though.

He’s like 30 something. She just likes to claim he is cause it’s entertaining.

I find amusement in it.

And what the heck was that…

Trail Mix…in plaid?

I don’t know how I feel about this.

The only ones who can wear plaid are the hottie hot prof and hottie hot hot prof.

Not you Trail Mix.

Though it does go well with your name.

Very lumberjack woodsman like.

Everyone should have one of those.

The lumberjack woodsman.

That’s a helpful thing to have.

Seriously.

Never know when you need to chop down a tree.

Or a big bad wolf.

I like the big bad wolf.

Okay, I’m having some serious problems with Once Upon A Time. It’s warping my view man. I want the villains to get their happy ending.

What?!

Yeah.

I’m cheering for the villains. I mean, this isn’t a new thing for me Harley Quinn, Loki, Roddy Piper. They’re all villains and I’ve always been more entertained by them and loved them for their villanous ways. That doesn’t mean I condone everything they do. That’s a bad thing. However, the Evil Queen has me saying, you know what, “Villains deserve happy endings too.” They shouldn’t though. They’re bad. I mean, her name is the EVIL Queen. But at the same time, she’s redeemed herself. She’s helped out more times than I can count and she’s human. She makes mistakes and look at her upbringing. And all I can think of is, is she the Evil Queen because it’s what’s expected of her? Cora really put her through the ringer. I don’t condone the bad things she did, but all she wants is a happy ending. Doesn’t she deserve that?

She’s really warping my mind man.

The line between Hero and Villain is slim.

After all, isn’t the villain the hero of their own story?

Think of it like that.

It’s a very subjective spectrum.

I hate subjective, makes it more difficult.

Then again, it’s what helps me get away with a lot of things.

Cause normal to me isn’t normal to other people.

And that sounds like a great pin from Hot Topic.

I should write for them.

I write some very deep and philosophical things that’ll make many of high school outcast feel like they belong.

I mostly liked hot topic for the nerd part of it.

And the unicorns.

I love unicorns.

And I like witty sayings and pins.

Sometimes I just want a fandom pin.

Maybe I want a pin celebrating bacon.

You never know.

I like to have options.

And I have a thing that I gotta buy one pin everytime I go in and –

HOLY CRAP THE PRINTER

DECOY TAB GO!

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Okay, it’s safe for the moment.

Boss Lady is gone.

She wanted me to do something but the computer was like, nah man.

It was great.

So now I might have to go on another adventures.

Adventures are fun, I do enjoy them.

However, I really kind of want her to leave cause I got a good doodle that I need to finish and I have my coloring book today.

That’s right.

I brought my coloring book.

It’s a mermaid one.

It was between that and my Hello Kitty one but I felt the dollar store mermaid was a bit better. In the off-chance something happens to it or something. Though while I was at the Dollar Store buying the coloring book in the summer, cause I was going to a convention and I though having a coloring book would be great for the lines, and I was right…except I forgot it in the room which totally is not cool. Oh well. Still, I have it and while I bought it I also bought sketchy Dollar Store crayons. Which were awesome cause they had the Avengers on them. The crayons were a bit on the sketch side so I didn’t want to get the super awesome Lisa Frank Coloring book or the Avengers coloring book cause I don’t feel those crayons would have done it a justice. And I was right cause it didn’t even give the mermaid one justice when I decided to test out the crayons while I was unpacking from the con. Cause unpacking is usually such an effort for me.

I usually wait until like a month after or something to officially unpack and even then it’s just my suitcase and any purse or backpack I brought with me is out of rotation until I desperately need it or I get into a room cleaning mood. It took me 2 months to unpack my Wrestlemania Bag I brought to the con with me…it had a lot of spoons.

We like to play spoons.

Spoons is a Con tradition for me and my peeps.

However next year I’m thinking of bringing the Deathnote Mafia game I found online. I would have to print it out and make it fancy of course…

Maybe I’ll do that sometime before I leave.

Cause they have cardstock.

I could totally use some cardstock.

Then I’ll get my mom to laminate them…

This could be a really great thing.

Or a bad one.

Not sure yet.

So on Friday, I’m thinking of doing a little ransack of my office.

Taking the things I want kind of thing.

Like…there’a box of Sharpies.

I will probably take one of them home with me.

I’ll defiantly take a post-it thing home with me.

Maybe two.

A white out thing would be awesome too…

Now I’m getting greedy.

I shouldn’t take advantage like that.

I am going to use the cardstock though.

And a sharpie.

I need sharpies.

They’re my life blood.

I actually just like to use them for outlining on bigger projects.

Like when I make posters, I like to use a black outline.

I can use paint for the rest of the poster, but in order to clean it up it needs a black outline and the sharpie or any other black permanent marker gives the best and most clean one.

So I just went up and looked in my big cabinet of goodies and saw there is one box of sharpies and there are four left…I’m definently taking one. I’m also talking post-its and a handful of pencils cause there are a lot of them up there.

I’m gonna bring an empty pencil-case on Friday and go to town on them.

Sounds like a great plan.

I’ll need this stuff for my new job I might get.

See, everyone’s been trying to get me a job.

I mean everyone.

Cool Dude.

My Mom.

Boss Lady.

Finally I was like, you know what I might as well go for one. At least this one is run by one of my club member alumni’s.

But still…

I’m scared.

I don’t know how to voice this fear too.

I’m afraid to fail.

I’m afraid to enter the work force.

I’m afraid I’ll enter this nine to five and never do anything else with my life again.

I’m afraid of growing up.

…I think that’s the biggest thing. All my fears are deep-rooted in my fear of growing up. I have Peter Pan syndrome and while I love Peter Pan and love my childish quality to life I don’t want to lose it as I enter the big person world.

The safety net of college is over.

I have to stop self-sabotoging myself and go for these jobs, cause how do I know what I don’t like if I don’t try it.

Time to explore the shore up above.

Channel my inner mermaid.

And there goes the hottie hot prof.

Inspirational moment over, dreaming of my hottie hot prof is now in the forefront of my mind and oh snap, the printer.

Cheeze-it! It’s the cop.

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It was Boss Lady and she came in as I was typing my last thing.

I just looked at her as she talked and then slowly minimized the thing by switching to another tab and by gosh the hottie hot prof has to stop walking by. I will get no productivity done at this rate.

None!

Not that I have much to be productive about.

I’m waiting on an email response and depending on what it says my day schedule will change with it.

Hopefully she says yes cause I really wanna just get out of the office for a moment.

One of those days you know.

That or I really wanna color or doodle or something of the sort.

And oh look, Assistant Club Leader just walked by.

Wonder what he’s doing down this way.

He usually doesn’t come this way.

Unlike Club Leader who comes this way specifically to see me.

Or get the skittles.

Mostly skittles.

I love skittles

They taste like rainbows.

I think.

Never tasted a rainbow.

Not for lack of trying though.

I once walked around an entire track like 5 times cause I thought the rainbow ended somewhere on it and I would find the gold and skittles. There wasn’t any gold and definitely no skittles.

Makes me sad.

I did find some moss on the track though. I thought that was a leprechaun’s trail. I’m like, “We’re getting close! He left us a trail to follow.” He didn’t or he really did and that was just a decoy to throw us through a loop.

I think it was.

Leprechauns are mischievous little buggers, so I wouldn’t put it past them.

I hope he was amused by watching me search.

He was probably in the trees watching me look around like a fool. Laughing it up.

Laugh it up Leprechaun.

Laugh it up.

Maybe you could be in my room right now.

Which would be cool.

He probably hides whenever Trail Mix comes in. Cause Trail Mix is back and he’s walking pass my room as we speak.

It’s terrifying.

I feel the need to write by hand right now.

I like to write in cursive on occasion and I’m feeling that need right now. I usually do this for my journal, my real life physical journal…it’s just a $0.79 notebook from staples really. Still it’s my journal full of stories and doodles. So I might do that for a little bit until Boss Lady has something for me to do.

Good plan.

I’m a great planner.

Alrighty, everyone know the plan?

Ready?

Break!

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Break done.

Well it’s been done for quite some time now.

I actually started doing work in my pseudo break and then I took an early lunch cause Bestie was like, come to the club and I’m like, now?

So I went and when I came back I did more work and found a work thing on my desk but I have no idea what to do with it and it says, “Ask me @ this.”

What does that even mean?

I wanted to ask Boss Lady but Oldest Guy was in there talking to her and she awkwardly brought me in to introduce myself.

Then I awkwardly stand there until I say I got some things to do.

I had no things to do.

I was gonna read.

But then Trail Mix came in.

Now usually he does his thing and looks somewhere else but today he just stood in front of my desk and just stared at me. It was so awkward! I just started smiling and kept looking at my paperwork on my desk but a few chuckles escaped cause I couldn’t help myself.

Don’t put me in awkward situations!

I laugh.

Especially when that awkward situation is a silence.

When my brother was going college to college to visit the campuses I would go with them. It was fun sort of, but the first one everyone gathered around in a fancy room where everyone was glaring at everyone. Then we walked into a smaller more condensed room where they sat everyone. Now, everyone is a student athlete, specifically football. So there’s only so many spots and scholarships for this many people. We’re all jam packed into a tiny little room. It’s silent as a grave. Then all the sudden, I started thinking about something that made me laugh uncontrollably. Cause occasionally that happens, I start thinking of something and then I can’t stop. It’s really bad. Like whenever I think of the time my friends and I were leaving the con late at night and we’re all falling asleep except for the driver and she’s yelling at us and we missed our exit cause we were running on such little sleep it’s not even funny. Well it’s funny now. Not so much then. And all i kept saying was “What about the tunnel?” And we had not gone through any tunnel. I heard us go through a tunnel. So I stand by my belief that we went through a tunnel. According to Flower Power who was the driver that night, we got nowhere near a tunnel. I heard a tunnel. I’m now sitting in my office laughing absurdly about the tunnel.

At least I’m alone in the office.

I was not alone in that room.

The room was filled.

And all you hear is my cackling.

…if you heard my laugh you would think it’s a cackle, I blame my mom’s family.

Genetics man.

Genetics made me a loud laughing ginger.

That’s my mutant power, amplified voice…I could work with that.

Anyway.

Long story short, I broke the awkward silence in the room cause soon everyone was talking to each other or at least their families about the little hyena girl.

I was cool though.

I got bacon that day.

And any day where I get bacon is a good day.

No.

Scratch that.

I’m actually going to see if I can scratch that.

Did it.

I scratched it.

Because I totally changed my mind.

Any day where I get bacon is a GREAT day.

Boom.

Signed.

Sealed.

Delivered.

I’m yours.

Love that song.

Such a great song.

So great.

It would be greater if Boss Lady would leave soon though.

I’m not used to her being here on Wednesdays…

I wanna colorrrrr

Really badly.

REALLY badly.

I have my rainbow pens and everything.

Cause no matter where I go, I cannot go without a pen.

Like, I was so sad that I wasn’t going back to school cause I no longer could buy school supplies. Then this job came along and I’m like, “YES! A CHANCE FOR THAT AWESOME AVENGERS PENCIL CASE I WANTED.”

So I got the $0.49 pencil case.

And a whole lot of rainbow pens.

And pencils.

The pencils aren’t rainbow.

They’re normal.

I might make them rainbow one day.

I have the technology.

By that I mean I have the crafting supplies.

I have so many things to craft with that I just want to start a new craft project but I don’t want to deal with the parentals being like, “Whatcha doing? Why are you doing that? Don’t make a mess? What do you need to do that for?”

I just like to craft.

I’m the crafter in my Friend Family.

They go to me for advice and when I don’t have the advice I know the online tutorial that can help them.

Which is why I really want to start making a Lady Loki Cosplay.

I think that would be a great piece for me to do. The problem is it’s so intricate and I need to learn a lot of skills and I think that’ll be the best one to help me in the long run. Like that be the cosplay I’m always working on in the back of my mind while I might do the small projects for the other ones. This could be a thing.

I want it to be a thing.

I really wanna be a Lady Loki.

So badly.

So badly that it hurts.

I don’t know when I can do it. Maybe I’ll finally go to the local comic-con next year and spend the money on it.

Next year meaning 2016.

Cause I don’t think it’s enough time to be 2015.

Even though it’s only October, if I want it to be as fabulous as possible.

Loki is a very flawed character who looks absolutely flawless.

The opposites in this one being makes Loki truly intriguing.

That’s why I want to be Lady Loki.

Cause no matter how flawed you may be and no matter how many hardships you face, you can still show yourself as powerful.

I love that.

Plus…I just really really REALLY love Loki.

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So, Boss Lady and Head Secretary Lady just stopped by.

Head Secretary Lady invited me to the secretaries meeting tomorrow!

I feel so special and important.

I defiantly need to be on time tomorrow.

I’ll do what I did today.

Despite not needing to be in until 10, I’ll make my departure time to be 9:30 as opposed to 9:50 I usually make it, cause then I’ll lose all initiative to actually get ready and leave in time.

Plus I’ll pick out what I’m wearing tonight.

That’ll be easy.

Maybe.

I hope.

Fingers crossed for easy.

I gotta look the part tomorrow, while still looking cute.

I actually think I know the exact thing I’ll wear.

I’ve worn it already, but it’ll work.

We agree?

Agree.

So now I think it’s time I say my farewells.

I’ll miss you all.

Truly I will.

But fret not, tomorrow is another day.

Happy Halloween Month!

Toodles~

…Boss Lady just left…hehehehe, time to color~

Wake Up in the Morning Feeling Like…Me.

I don’t wake up feeling like P. Diddy.

It be cool if I did, cause then I would BE P. Diddy and I would throw some awesome parties and be one of the richest rappers in the game.

Sadly I’m not any of those things.

I’m not even in the rap game.

It be cool if I was.

I’m not though.

I can’t rap.

It’s really bad when I try to rap too.

It’s like, aww you tried and sometimes I don’t even get that pity, I get the stop it right now look.

I’m not even good enough to get a verbalized shut down, you shut me down with a look.

Respect.

Mad respect.

So much respect it’s not even funny.

It’s a little funny.

Just like the moment I just had.

So it’s super early and no one is usually in this early and the few that are, are usually super chill and don’t come in here that much.

Then boom.

Trail Mix.

Trail Mix is gonna mess me up, I hear his door open the second I give into temptation and log into Facebook.

Awkward.

Especially cause I almost clicked the Teefury link that was in my news feed.

I need to know what today’s 24 hour shirt is!

And by 24 hours, I mean more than 24 hours cause the rules for that site are ever-changing. One day it was 24 hours, then there was an after hours deal, now there’s a gallery where you can vote your favorite shirts back into print and now there’s twofurys almost every day…

I mean I like the changes, more chances for me to get a shirt I want, but all these Twofurys are taking away the specialness that the twofury sale. Today is two Doctor Who shirts, and all my talk of Doctor Who says I should be totes buying them both right?

Remember: I’m a miser.

The shirts have to be so amazing that I won’t care about the $14 total for the order.

I have quite a few teefury tees, and a majority of them are Doctor Who

Let me think…

1. Whovian Crest
2. Doctor Whoville(The original not the remake where they added 8.5 cause that still kind of boggles my mind)
3. Captain Tight Pants Delivery
4. Allons-y(I believe this is my most recent)
   
5. Captain Jack of Hearts
6. 50 Years of Time Lords
7. BobaDib
8. Pocket Monster Green (Which isn’t even in the gallery of teefury anymore! What?!)
9. Asgardian Absinth
10. Daryl’s Arrows

And those are the ones that I can name off of my head, I’m pretty sure I’m missing one or two but whatever, I’m still a fan of them, I just try not to instabuy as it were. Cause then you have a smidgen of regret, cause there’s always a chance to find it somewhere else or it’ll be in the gallery, cause there’s a Cinderella Doctor Who Crossover tee that I’m head over heels in love with.

Cinderella is my favorite princess and the title of the shirt is “Come Away With Me.” Which is one of my favorite songs ever, so I feel like it’s a sign. However it’s $18 without shipping and-

There goes the hottie hot prof.

Sorry.

Where was I again?

Oh yeah, I’m a miser.

It’s $18 without shipping and while I really REALLY want it. I still want the Harley Quinn Dress.

So let’s make a deal, this weekend when I go to see the dress in person and try it on and see if I still love it how I’m loving it now, I will buy it, if I don’t, then I’ll splurge on the tee I’ve been eying for forever.

Deal?

Deal.

You have my word as a ninja, and a ninja is only as strong as their word.

Or something.

I dunno.

Never go back on your word though, cause that’s mean and icky.

Speaking of icky, I’m in an hour earlier again today.

Whyyyyyy?

Same guy as before, no worries I can come in a bit later tomorrow which will be great, the main concern thing I have is that I see my pile of work that she left me and I’ll be finished it by 12 at the latest if I start it at 10 a.m. like I’m supposed to cause that’s what time I’m meant to be in.

Oh and one of the prof’s went to Trail Mix’s office and was like, “WHY YOU IN SO EARLY?! WANTED TO GET SOME WORK DONE UNINTERUPTED?!”

Trail Mix laughed it off but he was serious when he said yes. I get it, it’s super quiet here and when you have your door close people second guess bothering you. I would know, I sleep with my door close.

This way all the monsters in the hallway double guess entering my room.

HOLY CRUD!

So last night was the first night I can ever say that Faceoff actually scared me.

They did creepy monsters and bloody monsters before, but last night was so sketch I’m still shivering from it.

It was clowns.

Not just clowns though.

Scary creepy clowns.

Scary creepy clowns that had to be inspired by their childhood fear.

It was sketch.

Some of the clowns were laughable. Like the Twister clown? He just looked sad.

Then there was a creepy clown with spiders. The spiders scared me more than the clown cause that was a childhood fear that still gets me. The idea that a spider could crawl into you while you were sleeping, lay eggs and boom! Spiders burst out of you.

Not cool.

Still freaking out over it.

I blame those sketchy scary story books that everyone had in like 2nd grade. Not a fan. So not a fan it hurts.

One of the top looks clown looked freaking sketch as anything but it was so good that even though I was scared I was like wanting to applaud it.

But the winner takes the cake cause it was a porcelain doll/ clown.

You know how many sketchy porcelain dolls I have.

A lot.

Some I have in my closet facing the wall with bags over their heads because they scared me so freaking much.

A door opened.

I wonder who it could be.

A CLOWN?!

It had to be clowns.

And I’m now officially on the clock.

I should probably do something slightly productive.

I gotta go and deliver mail things, but I also have to copy things and there’s like 50 pages plus I need to make 2 of every page…that’s 100 copies.

That’ll take me all year!

And by that I mean like an hour or so, I think I’ll do that at 11 and go run over the things now, cause a teacher is dropping something off at my slightly before then cause his class gets out at 10:45 a.m.

Huh.

Then I’ll doodle!

Yes, I’ll doodle the finest of doodles.

Hopefully.

I still need more inspiration. Maybe I’ll get hit with some while I’m actually working…

Let’s find out.

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So….It’s now 12:30 only about a half hour off of what I estimated.

Which, wouldn’t have happened if I hadn’t stopped to talk to some peeps multiple times, plus someone added more to my work pile so I gave myself the extension of 1 p.m. done time, so if anything, I’m under.

AWESOME!

So, while I was working and doing big people stuff, the hottie hot prof walked by, be still my beating heart right?

Well, I left my office to make some copies and while I was gone, someone put mail on my desk.

It was addressed to the hottie hot prof.

My hands were shaking.

I was nervous.

Oh boy, here’s my chance to enter the land of milk and honey that is his office.

I wish I wore a skirt.

Too late for that now, go go go.

Walk down and …

his door was closed.

NO! He’s not thereeee! What if this is important, I better put it in his mailbox.

I put it in his mailbox.

A student walks into my office and I help them, but as I’m helping them hottie hot prof walks by and says hey.

Hey is all I get.

Noooooo!!

Missed my moment.

Oh well, there shall be others.

Like, I think the hottie hot hot prof is in today, and I think I have something for him according to the Boss Lady.

She only gave me a first name, but I’m pretty sure it’s him.

Should have worn a skirt.

But today was slightly cold so I needed pants.

I like my pants too.

My work pants.

My pants for work.

The pants I bought specifically for work.

I also got white ones but I can’t wear them.

Way passed labor day.

I don’t know when you can start wearing white again though.

Struggles man.

Like, I need to put gas in the van.

Desperately.

However, I really don’t like putting gas in my vehicle.

Here’s a story for you…

…I’ve never done it before!

What?!

And I don’t mean I never pumped it before, cause I’ve never done that either, I’ve never went to the gas station on my own, in my own vehicle and got gas for the car even in Jersey where there were workers and attendees.

I have people driving me 90% of the time and then the 10% of the time that I’m driving I’m using the car I share, so the person who I share with fills it up because it’s our deal. My car, your gas. Fair trade.

So I need to do that…it’s scary!

I don’t even know what side the thingy is on, so I have to look for it and what not.

I may just ride my bike tomorrow.

I’ve done it before.

It’s fun, riding in business clothing.

People laugh.

Or smile.

But I think that’s mostly cause I ride around while singing.

I do enjoy singing.

I also enjoy television, and I’m sad I’m missing all the fall premieres and I’m missing seasons ending and what not

I need to watch the following shows still:

• 4 episodes of Hell’s Kitchen
• 3 Episodes of Dance Moms
• the Premier of Gotham

Those are the major ones.

That I can remember.

There are so many others that I can’t think of right now.

The printer is going off.

It’s distracting me.

Like super hardcore.

Plus it means I’ll have a visitor soon….

Decoy tab go!

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So…all this printing and no one showed up yet.

And as I type that Trail Mix walked in.

Dangit Trail Mix you throw me off my groove.

He’s now leaving though, which is pretty funny cause whenever he leaves him and Cool Dude have a funny chat and what not.

He never says bye to me though.

I’d like to be acknowledged for more than what I do.

Just say hi to me.

I don’t bite.

Unless you’re Hottie hot prof.

Or hottie hot hot prof.

Or Hottie hot prof’s equally as hot prof friend.

I don’t know the last one personally, but when he walks by, man is it something.

Oh so I heard hottie hot prof getting yelled at earlier.

I think that’s what was happening.

See there’s a European professor here and she’s super sweet.

She’s a horrible teacher, I failed every one of her quizzes, and I don’t fail things.

It was actually funny cause by the end of the semester, everyone in the class basically gave up and resigned themselves to failing the paper portion of the class.

It was fine though.

Entertaining if anything.

Cause it got even better when I learned that what I thought was an F was actually a D! I was pumped.

I didn’t realize, I went to private school where everything under a 70 was failure and come college I never got under an 80 so I kind of forgot those rules.

So I was like, “Wait 68 is passing? I got a D! FLIP YEAH I GOT A D!! High-five!” and then my friend in the class and some dude I had a failure bond with high-fived me.

Then I heard the most pretentious voice ever, “You’re happy you got a D?”

Don’t rain on my parade dude.

“I’m happy I got a D when I thought I had failed. A D is glorious.”

I kept thinking he’s the little shiz who broke the curve.

He wasn’t.

He was getting D’s too.

He just didn’t see the humor in it cause I think he was still trying to do well.

Which is good, like good for him but at the same time…I’m the most grade crazy person I know…and when I don’t care about the paper grades it’s kind of useless.

I still got a B though.

God bless hands on projects.

And being a buttkisser and having the professor love me.

That always works in my favor, like I don’t mean to be an apple polisher, it just sort of happens to me. Like the profs who tell the really unfunny jokes that you’re all like, “Oh gosh.” I actually laugh at.

My one professor thought I was doing it to make him feel good at first.

Then he thought I was an air-head.

Then he read my papers…

and on the last day of class he pulled me aside and said that despite his first impressions I’m a very intelligent young lady and he can see a strong future for me.

Thanks!

It made me feel good. I like it when I get compliments for being me.

Cause I can agree, I come off ditzy as anything sometimes but I’m cool with that.

When you least expect it, BAM! Smart girl moment.

I do them very well.

Except when it comes to military time.

That I’m still iffy with.

Like 1400 means 2 p.m….

I just had to google that to make sure.

Cause the hottie hot hot prof might be coming in before then cause that’s when he has class.

I always have class.

I’m a classy ass kind of gal.

I drinking my milk from martini glasses.

That’s how classy I am.

Don’t hate on my class.

Though I do enjoy the art of hating.

It’s fun! Hating is like an outlet for me.

I just keep sipping my hateroade for all the world to see.

I love it.

And uh-oh.

Cool dude dropped another call.

The service in this building isn’t really good.

Not that I know cause my phone is on silent and I’m just sitting here waiting for lunch.

Which I’ll get in like 25 minutes!

Woop!

Today it’s something I never had before, it’s a cinnamon apple bar instead of my pumpkin flax-seed bar.

What?

Why?

What had happened was the store was sold out of my normal bars, which totally stinks and I don’t have the time or effort to make a sandwich every day so I use my bars and they’re great, but those were my favoritessss.

Now I gotta eat this one.

It’s probably good, I tried a smidgen last night cause my mom felt bad and said I should try some of those.

That’s also because I only have 4 pieces of bread left and I need that for my weekend food and possibly tonight’s dinner.

I can live off sandwiches.

Specifically peanut butter ones.

I don’t know how healthy that would be or how long I would live if I lived entirely off sandwiches, but I can physically do it and never get tired of the taste. It’s soooo yummy!

I love me some peanut butter.

It’s always good.

Unlike stealing.

That’s bad.

And Cool Dude just came in and stole some of my paper.

Not cool Cool Dude…not cool at all.

Maybe I should revoke your title and give it to someone else.

Maybe Trail Mix wants it, maybe he’s tired of being associated with the time I saw him eating trail mix…you wouldn’t like that would you.

And then his phone rang….probably Trail Mix telling him about the name thing.

Good. I hope Trail Mix warns him.

I really don’t want to switch the names. I like Trail Mix as Trail Mix despite the whole, only saw him eating it once thing.

Plus, Cool Dude is cool and funny. If I were to give Trail Mix his name then I’d have to figure out a new name for Cool Dude. Cause he can’t be the Former Cool Dude or or Ex-Cool Dude, I mean I saw him eating meatloaf yesterday so I could go with that, but then it’s against the real Meatloaf and that’s just a hassle and a half.

So Cool Dude is gonna stay Cool Dude…I think he just asked the person on the phone what time do you wanna kiss me?

…

I pretty sure I misheard that.

I’m defiantly sure I misheard that.

Though he is still talking about times. Cause he needs a time.

At least and approximation.

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So…I come back from lunch and you know how I thought the hottie hot hot prof needed something from me?

Yeah…it was actually students.

Students who came by on my lunch break and didn’t leave a note or anything.

Why do people come on my lunch break?!

It’s a break people, means I’m not here.

So now I gotta play email tag with one of the kids that we think it is.

Don’t know for sure.

Dernit.

I also forgot to save this and close out before lunch so anyone could have seen it.

Double dernit.

Today’s a day of dernits.

Like my club is having relationship problems again. What again? And this isn’t even about Homeboy and Vegan Girlfriend. This is about Homeboy’s partner Princess and her ex, Dumbass. Now here’s the basic rundown of Princess and Dumbass:

• Dumbass flirts with every girl in the club.
• Princess is last one he flirts with.
• She leaves boyfriend for Dumbass.
• Dumbass and Princess spend the next year being overly touchy in public.
• Dumbass fills Princess’ head with lies about all the girls in the club.
• She hates all the girls cause she sees them as competition.
• Princess’ whole world revolves around Dumbass.
• Dumbass gets a real job.
• Dumbass meets girls he has more in common with.
• Princess gets jealous and starts to cling.
• Princess clings too tight.
• Dumbass and Princess break it off.
• Princess is devastated but did the breaking.
• 2 days later she begs for him back.
• Dumbass goes for it.
• A month later Dumbass dumps Princess.

(HOTTIE HOT PROF WALKED BY AND WAVED! Also side note, the mail came from my clubmate who wanted to help me out a bit. Good friends.)

• Princess hates Dumbass.
• Dumbass moves on with his life.
• Princess’ life crumbles.
• Princess tries to make Dumbass jealous by flirting with EVERY male in the club.
• Every male in the club avoids Princess.
• Princess thinks every male wants her.
• Dumbass doesn’t even care.
• Princess angry.

That’s the basic rundown of their relationship and the post break up. The drama today comes from the fact that he was at the club at the same time as her. She doesn’t like the fact that he can be there when she’s there and we were talking to Dumbass today cause he was there. If she was in the room we would have talked to her too. Instead she slams her books in another room and stomps into the room we’re in with her arms crossed. She looks meanly at everyone and then I’m like, “later dudes.” Cause I was technically on company time. Turns out she texted one of the girls in the room, who Princess thinks is her best friend at the club and told her that she’s mad that he’s there and she slammed the books to get her attention. Now, Princess is very territorial cause when she asked the Girl who she thinks she’s closet to in the club Girl’s response was me…I now fear for my life. This is like some Fatal Attraction kind of crud. She then proceeds to spend 20 minutes crying in Club Leader’s Office. (Club Leader was also the one to give me Hottie Hot Prof’s mail. Such a great pal.) Club Leader tries to talk her down the best he can cause she’s borderline hysterical. She says she wants to quit and she never wants to come back as long as Dumbass is there…

She is letting a boy come between her and the awesome opportunity that is the club. The club helps a lot of kids get jobs and help and she wants to quit cause he’s there. She needs to straighten out her priorities.

She’s making me angry.

You wouldn’t like me when I’m angry.

Usually I’m pretty chill gal, like when I get angry it gets real.

The closest I’ve gotten to anger recently came from this dude who was an idiot when it came to booking a hotel for a convention. I had to use my debit card to get us in the room and I had to double-check fifteen times to make sure that he switched the cards when he got there cause I was worried.

I didn’t want to lose $700.

We all gave him the money for the room.

Except one kid who didn’t end up staying with us, but he made the promise to pay it back. He hasn’t done it yet. So instead of hounding the kid who didn’t pay, he’s bugging the kid’s friend saying if he doesn’t pay, it’s on you…yeah no. The dude is about as frightening as a wet bunny, the best friend he’s “frightening” is a 6’2 Ginger Gorilla. You know who’s winning that fight. It annoys me though, because he’s passively aggressive about the thing. If you want the money be direct.

Passive aggressive is good in some instances. Like, I’m the Queen of it when I need to be, but sometimes you need to be direct in what you’re saying. You can’t expect someone to be able to read between the lines all the time. Some times they need ctrl+f.

That was deep.

Like a puddle.

It looks like rain today actually.

Maybe there will be a puddle soon.

Puddles are fun.

So is baking.

I’m thinking of making more “Nerdy Nummies”

I keep making pokemon themed things, which are cool but I want to do more.

Maybe I’ll try that skittles vodka thing.

If not maybe the roll cake or something different then my normal cupcakes and cookies.

The recipes I use and what not are super basic. I haven’t watched the videos in a while either, so maybe she’s done something that I really feel the need to make.

What it is yet, I have no idea. But I feel like baking…maybe I’ll do some this weekend.

I could look up some recipes now though.

Then again, Cool Dude could come in at any moment.

He’s here late today. He’s doing a thing at 5, so he’s leaving when I’m leaving. Darn it.

I wanna doodle and have fun and sing and I can’t with you there.

Boo.

Uh-oh, other professor Lady just started talking to him…guess I can’t draw.

Though I do have the Second Maze Runner book, I could read.

I wanted to read it before the movie for the first one came out…didn’t make that deadline.

It’s a good book, I just don’t have the initiative to actually follow through with reading it.

I also have a bunch of books I want to read and need to order offline cause I got me some gift cards so I can get them all at once.

It’s more convenient, but it’s bad too cause it’s like. I have two books I should be reading, cause I already started both of them, but I keep getting the need to read more.

It’s a problem.

I see no solution.

Read and buy. Read and buy.

Unless the store I have the gift card for has a sale on a DVD I want.

I might use it for that.

I really want to get Neighbors.

I dunno why, I thought it was hilarious.

Then again, I refused to buy This Is The End until it went on super sale, which didn’t happen until like last week when I got it for $7. Love it.

So I might wait on the Neighbors front cause it should go on sale soonish.

It wasn’t that popular of a movie.

Though I found such a humor in it.

I blame my love of Seth Rogan’s humor and laugh…

And my generic love of Franco….

and Efron…

and Mintz-Plasse…

I have a lot of love to give.

So much love.

I really want to watch the movie now.

But I’m already contemplating the Harley Quinn Dress and that’s $40…

Even if I have a gift card for the bookplace, I could use it to get like 3 books…

The struggle is real.

So freaking real.

As real as the nose on my face.

Which is in fact very real.

I was born with it and everything.

The whole real vs. not real debate is stupid. If it exists it’s real. It should be bought vs. original.

But that doesn’ have the same flair.

And boy do I like to add a little flair to everything I do.

It makes for more entertainment and more fun to have! I like fun.

And entertainment.

I am both of those things.

So I guess I like myself.

Huh.

Go me!

I’m so proud of myself I’m gonna retire it in a bit early today kiddies.

Toodles~

Decisions, Decisions…

So, it’s Monday.

I’m in a semi-decent mood, cause A. I got a good parking spot, B. My wrestler came back last night.

Reasons the mood is semi-decent: I cam in an hour earlier than I write in on my time sheet.

Why? Cause some dude needed something that I keep in my desk and I didn’t want to leave it in his mail box all weekend long.

That doesn’t seem safe.

So now I’m here.

Waiting.

No one is in, except an old dude who’s pretty much over everything, which makes for some pretty good entertainment, however, not enough to keep me busy.

So, I do have some work to do, the question is, either I do it now and be bored later when professor’s come in and see me not doing anything, or I wait until my actual office hours start. Truthfully I’m leaning towards doing the second option. Starting around 10 or so.

In the mean time I guess I’ll just doodle?

Write in my real journal?

Contemplate the meaning of life?

Wonder why the meaning of life isn’t taco?

Wonder if it’s really taco?

Why am I thinking about tacos so early?

I blame Taco Bell. They had to start that whole, morning breakfast thing. I don’t trust it.

I see Taco Bell, I think tacos and lunch, and dinner, never do I think, breakfast. Now I think breakfast and it’s slightly concerning. So I don’t eat their breakfast, don’t know anyone who has actually…maybe I’ll question someone about it. I also have a headache again.

I’ve had a headache since last night. I don’t know why, but it hurts.

…and once again, Trail Mix was chilling in his office the whole time…

Dangit Trail Mix, between you and Cool Dude I’m gonna have to turn my ninja belt in cause you two far surpass me.

Speaking of, cool dude has been in for a while now.

I just finished all my work until the boss lady comes in.

Whoo!

I need to her sign my payroll sheet…not whoo.

Darn.

I need to get that in too, hopefully she’ll be in soon so I can go and get that done.

Then I’ll also have more busy work to do as opposed to fake busy work which is what I’m doing now.

I don’t know what I should be doing.

I don’t feel like drawing today.

Le gasp!

I know.

They scared me, too, darlin’

What’s that from?!

Rugrats.

The original.

Boom.

Love it.

Oh, one of my hallway peeps just walked by, she’s a bit indifferent to me. I’m not her secretary, but I’m not a bad person so she doesn’t hate me.

Something is printinggggg

I wonder what it could be.

Means I should probably minimize this and pull up a word doc huh?

If I switch when someone comes in it’s awkward cause then it’s suspicious. And I get all red and twitchy whenever that happens. I wear my emotions and what not on my face.

And by that I mean my embarrassment is always easy to see.

Like for instance, you know how your family have those embarrassing photos of you that you don’t really care about cause they’re at home and no one really pays attention to them? Yeah. I have a friend that likes to pay attention to them. She enjoys taking photos of them and then showing them off to people almost like she’s like the proud mom. Which she is in a way, she’s the third friend I had that decided she was gonna be my mom.

That should concern me.

It doesn’t though.

Just means I can’t run for public office.

We all have those friends that have the secrets that could ruin any political career we ever thought of having. I have three of those friends.

Cool Dude was the printer.

Awesome.

He’s cool, he understands, plus when he came around my minimizing was so chill it was normal.

Hopefully.

If not, meh, I’m a temp.

Then again, Donna Noble was just a temp and she ended up saving the world, cause she’s all awesome and stuff.

Donna is my favorite companion…next to Rory. It’s hard. It’s like, I love certain companions interactions with the Doctor, but I love certain companions on their own a bit more. It’s a bit confusing, but I feel that other Whovians understand me. If not, then I’m just weird.

I’m probably just weird.

I’ve accepted it.

My major friends accept it.

I think.

Cause I had a nightmare last night that my friends all went to a Harry Potter convention and didn’t even tell me about it. I found out on Facebook.

Not cool bro.

But what is cool, cool dude just came in and said I can use him as a reference on my resume.

SWEET! ANOTHER FOR MY RESUME THAT ISN’T A FRIEND OF MY MOTHERS.

My original references on my stuff were always friends and my mom’s friends, so my grade school teacher.

I’m thinking of making a wordpress specifically for me and job searching.

Not for my ramblings. What do you think?

Yes? No? Maybe so?

Hmm…it’s quite the conundrum that I face.

Luckily for me I have a few more weeks of time.

When I do get another job, I’m not posting it on Facebook.

Like, I’m not judging you but I feel it’s a bit tacky. Besides, unless you’re job involves promoting yourself to the public, I don’t feel you should cross Facebook and your work, your work is work, Facebook is for fun. This one girl keeps posting photos and what not from her office, I think it’s strange.

Don’t see me posting photos from my office, we both work in schools, and student could see it and be like huh, great administration.

Dumb.

Finally got that one problem job fixed.

I just need Boss Lady for the time sheets.

Mine specifically.

I could go and return the others but then I’d be sitting in the wind.

It’s quite windy out today too.

I’m in a long skirt, but it has slits on both sides so it was flapping all over the place, and I just kept walking like the street was my runway. Chin up, shoulders back, and smize the heck out of them. Despite wearing sunglasses so you couldn’t see my smize.

I smized all over this campus.

And now my order is complete, so I can go over now and pick it up…or I can wait. Part of me says, wait, you never know, but at the same time, I got nothing else to do. No creative juices are flowing for my doodles, I’m not even being very witty in this thing today.

I apologize for my lack of wit and/or humor, I just seem really off today. I think it’s the headache.

It’s still hurting and I don’t know why, it’s making me very lethargic.

I’m gonna go and pick up the thing and then drop off the other thing, but not my thing cause my thing is still not filled out by the boss lady.

Dangit.

Oh no, cool dude dropped another call.

The service here is atrocious, and in walks Trail Mix.

I don’t think he likes me much.

I’m gonna go pick up the thing and then drop off the other thing, that should kill about 15 minutes or so.

Then maybe I’ll have some initiative to doodle, and then I can go to lunch.

Yeah.

This could work.

So I went, it took the fifteen minutes I thought it would, even with the time I took to stop and chat with a clubmate outside.

I come back and it turns out I missed a student, so I gotta email that one, and then two more students came in while I was trying to email her.

This kid, talking with his mouth full, chewing like a horse, asks me “You got any film cameras?” My response; “I don’t think so, no.” Now instead of asking me to check or to see if he could look, he says; “See, word on the street is, you do?” All while chewing like a horse. Maybe I’m just being a bit crazy, but I felt slightly disrespected at that. I get that I’m a temp, but dude, I’m being polite and courteous to you, the least you could do was be polite and courteous back.

And oh my gosh, the best thing just came in. There are release forms the students have to sign in the off-chance something happens on the trip, one line says “Parent’s/Guardian’s Signature if under the age of 18.” This dude just wrote in, “I am 22.”

Part of that makes me not want to believe it. Are you really 22? Cause pointing out the fact that you’re 22 makes me highly suspicious, like it’s an overcompensation lie. Instead of leaving it blank, like most 22 year olds, homeboy decides to write in his age…I don’t trust it.

I do however trust lunch! Lunch time!

So while I was out to lunch, boss lady came in, so yay, I got her to sign my thing which means I can go and drop it off, I also did another thing which means I can go pick up the thing.

All my stuff is done, and I’m pretty sure I got a polite snub, which is fine, cause it was polite and they’re talking grown up things I shouldn’t be hearing which is cool.

Cause Trail Mix is blasting, “Walk the Line” which is great for me, kills the quiet and makes me feel okay for when I feel the need to blast some music. Not so much blast, as to play very quiet cause I don’t want anyone to over hear my music, today I had “Strange Love” stuck in my head.

Such a cute song!

I want to play it now…but boss lady and trail mix are here, and cool dude left.

Oh!

Cool dude, not only did he say I can use him as a reference, he also started to look for jobs for me….like that’s so nice. Everyone here supposedly loves me and wish they could keep me.

I kind of want to stay too, like this is so much fun. The only thing is, I know I’m meant for something greater and I think they know this too…I just don’t know what.

Maybe an astronaut, or maybe I’ll become a walker, or make a vlog, or something. I don’t know.

Walker sounds fun.

I wanna be a zombie.

Like there are zombie mud runs all the time, and I want to be a zombie in one.

I’d be a great zombie, they used my zombie voice for the zombie promo once.

I love it.

Also, I want there to be an ironic character on the Walking Dead whose main shirt is “I ❤ Zombies” or something like that. Like the horror buff who spent the better half of her teen years watching monster movie after monster movie, and played zombie game after zombie game, so she feels like she’s prepared but then it happens and she’s very bitter or she’s super happy and is all like, “My mom told me those games wouldn’t help me later in life.” Then she gets all sad. Perfect.

Let this be real.

Please?

Please also let boss lady walk by again so I can get her to sign my other sheet cause I need her signature on another sheet. She’s almost done.

…

PLEASE?!

She was done.

I did my waiting.

12 years of it.

IN AZKABAN!!!!

So turns out Boss Lady was in so late cause there’s a meeting late. Late meeting means late end time.

She also gave me another thing of busy work to do.

YAY BUSY WORK

I actually enjoy it.

My friend is currently working on a research paper, and I really wish I could be doing that.

I loved writing papers.

It was my thing.

Reading the teacher’s comments was always my favorite too. Like, I want to hear what you have to say to me. I want to improve and I want to see what you liked, so I know for the future.

Just thinking about it makes me get all gooey inside.

Speaking of getting gooey inside…the hottie hot prof isn’t in…I don’t even hear him…haven’t heard him all day…noooooooo, makes me sad.

Side note, on Friday I met a new hottie hot hot prof. I add the extra hot cause I think he was prettier than the other one. Our conversation just flowed better.

But he’s more rare.

Oh well.

When he shows up it’s even more breath-taking.

Like a comet. Happens rarely, but when it does, boy is it spectacular.

I wonder if hottie hot prof and hottie hot hot prof are bros?

That be rad if they were.

Like, not legit brothers, but bros.

Totally different thing.

I’m now an hour out. Just one more hour and I can leave!

Yes!

Even though I was hear a whole hour earlier than normal, it’s cool, cause I’m here now and I’m legit doing nothing. I could read my book. I could doodle( I do love my doodles) my headache is back so I could sit quietly contemplating life.

I think my best bet would to get off this computer though. I think doodling will really help me out.

If you have any ideas for my doodles, let me know, it’d be much appreciated.

Toodles~