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…
- Whovian Crest
- Doctor Whoville(The original not the remake where they added 8.5 cause that still kind of boggles my mind)
- Captain Tight Pants Delivery
- Allons-y(I believe this is my most recent)
- Captain Jack of Hearts
- 50 Years of Time Lords
- BobaDib
- Pocket Monster Green (Which isn’t even in the gallery of teefury anymore! What?!)
- Asgardian Absinth
- 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.
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!
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.
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~
The Ramblings of a Mad Girl 