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~

Hello…Again. Friend of a friend, I knew you when…

Scott Pilgrim vs the World is one of my favorite soundtracks.

It’s all this awesome original stuff and it’s a pretty great movie too.

So I was finally caught in my lateness this morning and I’m like oh gosh what do I do?!

And I was like, tell the truth.

So I did.

The truth set me free.

And my gosh, the student that walked into the office across from me has a very HAIRY neck.

Like oh my gosh dude…

Is there irony in the fact that he was wearing a Chewbacca shirt too?

Cause I kid you not that just happened…

I don’t even know what I was gonna say.

I’m still blinded by the fur.

Boss Lady came by.

That’s something and she needs me to make a few deliveries across campus today so I might as well go now while there are people in the hallway and it’ll make me look super productive as opposed to later when I’m gonna be typing in this and doodling all day.

Time for an adventure.

I’m going on an adventure!

Maybe I’ll find Thorin’s Company.

That’ll be fun! I wanna hang with them.

They seem like good people.

You know, when they’re not suffering from the gold sickness.

Not cool man.

Speaking of cool men, did I ever tell you about the time I met Sir Ian?

No?

Then gather round kiddies this will be a tale.

Not really, I just happen to be in New York while he was there for his show. My friend and I were like, you wanna go? Not to the actual show though. We just waited outside for him after. So we went down the sketchy back alley where the show is. Now mind you, it’s around 9 at night and the only people in our little sketch alley were a small family who asked me for directions. Me! Like I was a real local. I felt like Rory when she was asked directions while in New York with Jess. So now its me and my friend and some nice security guard who I offered my candy to. He said no, so stinks for him, he missed out on an awesome twizzler. So now an hour later…

there goes the hottie hot prof. That plaid is looking good on him today.

I love it.

Just like how I love him.

*cough cough*

Anyway.

SO AN HOUR LATER she and I are still chilling in the sketch place and people start coming out and talk about how great the show is. So, we’re in the front of the crowd to meet the people, but I’m like, dude, what do we do for the non-Sir Ian people. We can’t just not let them sign anything especially with us in the front. So I dig through my purse and pull out the hotel stationery that I stuck in there earlier in the day cause of the meetings we were going to there. So, the first guy comes out, he’s very nice and very pretty, and I’m just like, “You were so amazing.” And he smiles and thanks me, but my friend laughs as he walks away cause I totes just played the dude. We’re surrounded by playbills and then there’s us with hotel stationery. Sir Ian comes out next and he’s decked out in uggs and a pink scarf and he’s so awesome I was shaking. I pull out my Hobbit and he signs it all cool like.

I met him, he signed my book, and I got a photo with him.

Life was good.

Life was great.

Until my brother asked who it was I was in the picture with…

Struggles.

Gets better though. Sir Patrick Stewart was also in the play. I don’t have any of my Sir Patrick related merch, the fact that I had my copy of the Hobbit was a miracle in itself. So he comes out and all we have is hotel stationery. He’s sweet and things go great and some chick is like, “My phone died before I could get a photo, could you text me those, my mom will kill me if I don’t have any.” So I’m like sure no problem and then I texted her and she and I bonded but never heard from each other afterwords.

Such a great night. Up there with my top 5 celebrity meetings.

My meeting with Vic Mignogna is still number one just because I got a kiss on the cheek from him.

I was singing the songs and we were singing together and he was super sweet and I was happy with life.

Not happy with life right now though.

Why?

So Boss Lady jacked my pen.

My Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle pen.

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I went out made all the deliveries.

Came back and checked which building one was meant to go, got lost in that building and had to ask 3 different people for directions but I found my way.

I can go the distance.

One of my favorite Disney Songs.

Of like all time.

So while I was walking and making deliveries I found someone I haven’t seen in like ever.

My best friend from grade school’s mom.

I was like a permanent fixture at their house sometimes, I was the friend from school that always came over and chilled with.

She and I were the best of friends.

Then after our freshman year of highschool she transferred to an all girls school and I stayed with my school.

Her leaving kind of changed me as a person cause I no longer had her as a friend in the school I now had to reach out and make new friends and that was terrifying.

So I stuck a bit close to her sister who I was okay with, and through her sister I made other friends and that’s how I made the two friends I’m super besties with today.

But seeing her made me question for a moment, how different would I have been if she stayed at school with me.

Would I be the same as I was in freshman year?

Would I still be me and would she be similar to me?

Would the two of us be the exact same as we are now and the falling out would have been dramatically different?

Which starts me thinking, how different would my life be if I turned left instead of right one day?

The Doctor Who episode makes a great sort of example of how one tiny move can affect the entire world, but how accurate is that?

It’s way too early to get this deep and philosophical.

Boss Lady will be done with class in a half hour…

That’ll probably be the best time to doodle.

Cool Dude is in class too and Trail Mix has his door closed, so all things are coming up me right now…

Though one secretary needs some papers that I have and she has them right now so I need to wait for her to return before I can go and doodle away to my heart’s content…

Maybe I’ll doodle a dwarf.

I’m in a Lord of the Rings kind of mood today.

I could spend my entire day watching the Director’s cut…

If only I had a tablet.

That would be the perfect thing to do at work on my slow days.

Dangit.

Forgot my coloring book.

I was gonna color.

Maybe tomorrow.

And there goes the worst advisor in the history of advising.

Jerk.

I think he’s being mean to the hottie hot prof.

No one is mean to my hottie hot prof.

No one.

Except maybe me if we ever get to that level of friendship.

We never will though.

We’re simply two ships sailing by one another.

But I’m a pirate ship so I’m cool with life.

Maybe I’ll doodle another pirate.

I do enjoy my pirates.

And ninjas.

” The pirate and the ninja should be friends.
Oh, the pirate and the ninja should be friends.
One man likes to  sail the sea, the other likes to kill silently,
But that’s no reason why they can’t be friends. “

It’s decided, I’m gonna write a musical about pirates and ninjas.

There will be a Romeo and Juliet feel to it, but no romance.

Bromance.

The ninja and pirate just want to be bros and chill but the families are like nah man you can’t.

This could be a big blockbuster.

Or the hit at an independent film festival.

Either way.

The Pirate and the ninja should be friends.

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So…I may or may not have doodled a little ninja and pirate.

They’re not friends quite yet. I mean, this could be their great great great great ancestors that started the feud so that the future generation of ninja and pirates will be feuding for all eternity.

This could be a real thing.

Ninjas and Pirates.

Being bros forever.

…I miss my ninja pen.

So while she was out of her office, I snuck in all ninja like to see if I she left it out in the open, she’s done it before.

…she didn’t.

So now I’m down a ninja pen.

Nooooooo

I love my Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles.

My friends and I were the turtles for Halloween one year.

They were all family so they ended up being the turtles and I went as Casey.

I was a great Casey.

I would have been April but I felt Casey would have been easier…especially cause it was a super last-minute thing.

Boss Lady is back…but she’s going out for a moment.

However, her and Cool Dude are talking across the hall and they’re gossiping like high school girls.

Love it.

But then she left and a stranger walked into Cool Dude’s office and they closed the door…

They’re gossiping.

They have to be.

And right as I look over they open the door.

Snap crackle pop.

Look down.

Abort mission.

Think happy thoughts.

Like kitties!

Kitties are happy.

…when they’re not trying to attack me.

Most cats dislike me.

My own cat would scratch at my legs every time I would walk by her and would bite me when she could. Whenever I go to Flower Power’s her cats decide my lap is a purrfect place for their claws. Oh, and one night her cat tried to suffocate me in my sleep.

We’re in bed right? Comfy as can be. I’m sleeping, which is really hard for me to do in other people’s beds, don’t know why. I wake up a lot in the night. Anywho, I’m peacefully asleep and all things are good and then all the sudden I can’t breathe. What, there’s a weight on my throat. Who’s trying to kill me? Open my eyes…her cat is staring me down while standing with all four of his feet on my throat. And that is how I died.

Not really.

But I freaked out and neither of the people in the bed with me woke up.

They still have a hard time believing me. It’s cool. I wouldn’t believe me either if it happened to someone.

Cats don’t like me man.

Plain and simple.

And there goes the hottie hot prof and the hottie hot prof’s equally as hot prof friend.

They looked to be in a serious discussion.

So serious that I shouldn’t say anything about it.

Alright I’ll tell you~ They were discussing which one gets the honor of taking me out tonight.

That’s a lie.

The one doesn’t even know my name or my existence.

Sill nice to dream.

I think I’ll be going to lunch soonish.

Usually I wait until 2 but on Tuesday I go a bit early cause of the camera check outs and what not before the 3pm class. Today I’m a but late to go early so I might just stay and wait the 19 minutes until 2 p.m. cause in four minutes another class let’s out so I could totally do it.

I probably will do it.

I’m waiting.

Time to start the waiting game.

Tick tock.

Tick tock.

Poems that say tick tock in them usually creep me out. There’s an occasional one that doesn’t but 9 times out of 10 I’m creeped.

Cause it makes me think awkward quiet moments in horror movies.

I don’t do horror movies.

There’s a new one coming out this weekend, Annabell…

It’s about a doll.

Those doll’s gave me nightmares as a kid.

Despite my room being filled with them.

Oh! Reminds me, Faceoff is on tonight!

I’m pumped.

It’s also the season finale of Dance Moms which makes me sad.

And in a week’s time Supernatural returns. Yeah buddy.

My fall schedule is falling into place nicely.

The only problem is that Supernatural returns at the same time Faceoff is on, so I’ll have to skip faceoff and watch it the next day but the problem is I don’t have a next, I have the weekends which is great, but I don’t like watching my shows in the living room cause then my dad will make comments on them, and they’re usually mean comments about the shows I’m watching.

Jerk.

So I avoid the living room, but the living room is the only room with the tv with the On Demand option, so I’m screwed unless the show is offered online but I don’t like watching shows on my laptop cause it’s a hassle and a half.

Struggles.

These are 20th Century problems if I ever heard of any.

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Another 20th Century problem is people calling you all the time…

Cool Dude has reached his limit. His phone rings and he curses.

Poor guy.

It’s life man.

Just like not having your Pumpking Spice and Flax Seed Kashi Bars.

I don’t have my bars.

They sold out at my store, so I had to try a different one again today. Honey Oat and Granola, the most plan and boring of snack bars.

It was okay.

Not my pumpkin spice.

I need those barsssss

They’re my favorite ones and I eat them all year-long and they make for a great meal.

Though I just saw an ad for pumpkin and flax seed cereal.

I think that’s what it was.

Or my deprivation from the bars caused me to start imagining the real thing.

Soon I’m gonna see it everywhere.

Trail Mix will start eating only pumpkin and flax seed.

Cool Dude’s wall art will be all pumpkins and flax seed.

Hahahaha, Cool Dude just said a witty one liner to something the Boss Lady said.

That’s what I’ll miss most about this job, the old man banter between Trail Mix and Cool Dude.

Plus, the cool kids that were too cool for me to talk to once upon a time are now talking to me like I’m a real person. Mostly cause I have the power to decide their camera fate.

That’s my job. Temp Secretary and Camera Gate Keeper.

I like the idea of being a gate-keeper though.

That’s a cool job.

I now have an hour and a half until I can leave my job today.

I was running late today and cause I was running late and got caught, I decided to stay the extra half hour I usually would leave, but it’s like whatever.

So no real issue with me staying, just a half hour later I go to my club, no big deal.

Not like Boss Lady stealing my pen.

That’s a big deal.

A super big deal.

A super big deal that I have no power over.

I miss it.

Maybe I should hold a memorial service for it.

My poor pen.

He had a good run, no student took him before.

She did this once before, but then I went into her office and took it back cause she left it out in the open.

I can’t do that this time.

She didn’t leave it in the open.

Plus she’s in it talking to a student.

They’re talking sports.

Ew.

I don’t sport.

There is not a single part of me that screams “I can sport!”

Though I lack athletic skills to play sports, I’m highly competitive when it comes to playing them for fun.

Though I did go to my club’s softball game.

That was fun.

I hit the ball and ran.

That’s it.

That’s the game.

I could understand sports if I really wanted to, but I don’t really care to.

I know the basic rules and I can explain the basics of the game, but I don’t really care to know it.

Football is the one I know the most though.

That I blame on my brother cause he’s an idiot.

Well that’s not really fair, I don’t blame him because he’s an idiot.

He is an idiot but that’s not why I’m blaming him.

Growing up as the younger child I was forced to go to his games.

Every. Single. Game.

All of them.

My parents didn’t trust me home alone for years so I couldn’t stay home while both of them are at the games.

I’m stuck.

So I would go.

And I would sit there and wonder why am I still here.

I hate sports.

Because of this.

And yet, he has no aversion to dance or theatre.

Why?

Cause he wasn’t forced to go to all of my dance recitals or musicals.

He didn’t go to a single one of my plays.

So here’s the million dollar question, if I had the chance not to would I have chosen to not go to the games just like he chose not to go to my recitals?

I probably wouldnt’ have gone.

Maybe.

I don’t know.

I’m really bad at figuring out what alternate time line me would do.

Like, you think she’d do the opposite of what normal time line me would do, but when I don’t even know what I’m doing half the time it doesn’t really work too well.

This has been a very timey-wimey inspired post today.

Maybe I should change the title.

Nah.

I have the song stuck in my head.

I walk down the hallway singing it.

Maybe the hottie hot prof will hear and join in.

Or invite me in, if you know what I mean.

Do you?

Cause again, I really don’t know.

And I hate not knowing.

Not knowing is bad.

Though I don’t know a lot of things, I’m like Jon Snow.

I know nothing.

Just like this kid who just walked by.

He looked very lost.

And confused.

Poor thing.

I should help.

Or I can blog.

Or I can doodle.

I do enjoy the doodle.

Think I’m gonna doodle.

Boss Lady is leaving soon anyway.

She was gonna leave sooner but confused dude started talking to her.

Poor thing.

This place is like a black hole.

As much as you try to leave it keeps pulling you back in.

Sort of like this blog.

I want to leave.

I want to end the post.

But for some reason every time I think, okay that’s enough, you should go I just tend to ramble more.

I was born a rambling man.

Woman.

Rambling woman.

I was basically just born to ramble.

The gift of gab is both a blessing and a curse.

Depends on the day.

So I’m gonna leave.

I mean it.

I’m ending it.

I am ending the post.

This is the end.

My only friend, the end.

I mean it for real this time.

I’m ending.

I am ending the post.

This is me, ending the post.

The post is ending.

Right now.

Toodles~

…NINJA PUNCH!

It’s Friday, I’m in Love

Not really.

Well technically I am in love with like a boatload of fictional characters and celebrities but I’m not technically “in love,” for realsies quite yet.

Why is that my title then?

Cause I was trying to remember what the common Friday post on Tumblr was, like how every Sunday someone has to reblog the “ Fine day Sunday,” line from Harry Potter. Cause it’s one of the best day of the week gifs possible. Makes me laugh every time.

So when I went to look up the Friday one I got scared cause gifs for Friday are weird and odd, so I decided to just quote a song I like.

Works for me.

So last night I actually sat down and watched an entire episode of Gravity Falls…

…I’m sorry, what was I doing with my life that made me never sit down and watch that show before? It’s freaking hilarious and so witty and I’m like, wait aren’t you a kids show? You have my humor.

I love it.

Then that makes me second guess my humor cause if my humor is for a kids show maybe my humor is childish?

Nah, no child can be as sarcastic as me and understand what they’re saying.

The line between truth and sarcasm is so narrow for me that I’m starting to second guess that too…

It’s hard!

I love my sarcasm, and it’s usually my tone of voice that proves that I’m not serious, so it’s hard to do in typing format.

That and my friend’s sometimes aren’t so bright. Even when I’m not using sarcasm I guess my use of the English Language is very confusing for her:

HER: “There’s a ford focus with a hatchback in front of me, ugliest car ever.”

ME: “You say that as if I know what that is.”

HER: “As if I know what, what is?”

ME: “A hatchback.”

HER: “I know what a hatchback is. At least that’s what I think it’s called.”

ME:”…I was talking about me…I don’t know what a hatchback is.”

Yeah, that just went over her poor little head. I don’t understand why, but you know, sometimes we all have our moments. Another time was she was playing a Pokemon game and she got to the point where you talk to the clowns, she’s deathly afraid of clowns, like this week’s episode of Face Off would positively scare her to death, however, she sees the little clown and just goes, “Awwww!” We’re all shocked cause we know her and clowns, is a super bad combo, we confusedly ask her what’s up, and he response, “He’s cute cause I can eat it!”  She of course mean he’s little but she forgot to use little and instead came up with this masterpiece instead. It has become such a substantial point in our friendship that I put it on the Best Friend T-shirts I made for her and our other friend.

Golden Trio in the house.

Woot woot.

Well not really.

We’re currently in three different states, but we’re still cool with it and are super best friends and stuff.

They don’t know about this super secret blog either…shhhhh!

It’s a secret.

No one knows.

Well I told one person, my Club Leader, just because it’s funny. He spent an entire day trying to find my tumblr and I’m like, not telling you.

Not that I have any incriminating things on it, cause I really don’t. I have the occasional fanart for my ships and what not, but nothing too bad. So if he ever wanted to really see it, I would show it to him, but the fun is him freaking out over not finding it. It’s the principle of the patter. Which is why I’m not telling him anything about this blog aside from its existance.

Spies need their secrets.

Otherwise they’re not good spies and they defeat the spying purpose.

You have no idea how hard it is for me to be in work right now though…my hallway is almost entirely empty. If not for me, then the whole hallway would be completely void of life…I really wanna play ninja or super spy. I love playing ninja in hallways. Each office has a window looking into the hallway so I wanna be all stealthy as I ninja move down the hallway, ducking out of the way when I hear a student trying to come by.

Won’t do it for two reasons, One. I’m not actually stealthy enough to be a ninja, try as I might, the ninja life just isn’t in the cards for me. Two. Trail Mix might be hiding in his office again without letting anyone know. Trail Mix had to be a ninja in another life cause he is so silent that I don’t hear anything until his door opens and boom! There he is.

Plus, Mean Mugger walks down my hallway a lot. Mean Mugger is one of the higher-ups in the food chain of this end of the building, and her face is almost always mean mugging. So I’m always like, do you not like me oh gosh what did I do, then she smiles and I’m like, oh nothing’s wrong her resting face is just scary.

My heart goes out to all those with a mean mug as your resting face. It’s not fair to you. You could be a very lovely individual but your normal face is just like, nope, so done.

She’d make a great ninja too.

Gosh, I wish one of my friends from the Trio was here, we always play ninjas in hallways together. Whenever we go to a convention, we run around the different floors of the hotel and do really sketchy cartwheels and roll around like fools. One year we needed more towels, but the maintenance closet was closed on our floor. So we snuck out, took the elevator floor by floor acting like fools. We had a good system down, and by the third time she crawls around the corner and all the sudden she meeps loudly. I spring into action and leap out after her, and see some dude on the floor outside his room on the floor. I couldn’t about the mission because of a witness. Ninja always finish the mission, this was simply recon, we needed to see if the doors were open on any other floor. If a door was open, we were to make the call on how to proceed. Just so happened the witness was near the door we needed to see…I had to do it, my partner was indisposed, I had to finish the mission.

I put on my ninja deceit hat, I skipped down the hallway looking at all the doors, not making eye contact. He keeps talking on the phone and I hear he is mentioning a bit about us, which is fine, two girls in the jammies is an odd site to see sometimes, but hey it happens. I coyly turn the corner where I knew the door was looked at it, tried the handle, locked. Damn. Meanwhile, she’s still at the elevator hiding away, waiting for me to make my getaway. I turn to the dude, look him dead in the eye and say, “We were never here.” I then turn and jump down the hallway while screaming over my shoulder, “I’ll miss you hallway stranger, we will forever have this moment between just the two of us.” Then as I made it back to the elevator my bestie and I jump in the elevator that she had called for when I got back.

We sit in silence for a moment.

Then we break down laughing and continue up to the rest of the floors.

Good times.

So, I realized, I should probably give names to my besties shouldn’t I? I don’t know what though, cause some of the names I’m thinking of are too obvious that if certain people were to ever discover this secret world of my blog, they’d recognize who is who instantly. Hmmm…maybe if I don’t go into detail why I name them what I name them it’ll work out…

Flower Power is my ninja friend and Kitty is my other friend…I could name Flower Power Ninja, but I think I talk about actual ninjas a lot so it might get confusing. So Flower Power and Kitty are their names. They will defiantly recognize the names but I think only they would put the two and two together. The names come from what I call them when we’re in our group cosplay. Cause when I’m in cosplay I refuse to break character, and that character is one of my favorites to play. They think it’s the best cosplay possible for me.

I wish I could be one of those Costume Characters you rent for birthdays or something. I have some great freaking characters. I could be a princess easily, I’ve done Dorothy from the Wizard of Oz, I can be Misty from Pokémon, Sailor Mini Moon, Harley Quinn, and I’m already preparing my costume for my next Con.

See, the group really wants to do Superheroes again, which is cool, I’m more of a fan of the villans but whatever. They want to do Justice League, which is epic and fun. I do enjoy the Justice League, but me and Flower Power were like, so…wanna dare to be different and NOT do Justice League…and instead do some Marvel Badasses?

The two of us decided, in secret, that we’re gonna be X-Men instead.

Originally we thought it be cool to be Lady Loki and Lady Thor however, that would require a lot of time that I just don’t have, because if I’m to do Lady Loki the justice she deserves, I’m gonna need all the time and materials possible. Cause I have some amazing ideas and I watch a lot of tutorial things that maybe make me think I can do it, but I need the time to test out my skills and the materials, which isn’t cheap in the slightest.

Remember: I’m a miser.

So until I have what I deem as the proper funds and time, Lady Loki won’t be happening any time soon for me. Which slightly sucks cause I would love to do it.

Instead we’re doing X-Men which is totally baller, I’m gonna be my favorite, Rogue. Flower Power will be her favorite Mystique. We’re going to be going for the comic and X-Men: The Animated Series looks instead of the film looks. The movies are great and all, but the Rogue in them just doesn’t do it for me the way she did in the cartoon. I grew up with her as my favorite, and then the movies happen, and she was very nice, very lovely, she just wasn’t my Rogue you know. My favorite in that series is defiantly Magneto and I loved the Iceman vs. Pyro final best friend showdown. Awesome for them.

Then Quicksilver finally showed up and I’m like, yeah buddy here we go.

And then they play Time in a Bottle…

…I have an intense hate for Time in a Bottle.

My club always plays music and one of the songs they play a lot is Time in a Bottle…

We played it so much that I grew to despise it and whenever it comes on I groan and try to turn it off.

…it made perfect sense in the scene with him, I mean I love Quicksilver and I appreciate the film aesthetic choice of using it…but gosh darn it all…I just really really hate that song.

And the haters gonna hate, hate, hate, hate, hate…

Not my fault. If not for my hating I wouldn’t have come up with the Marvel DC showdown that’s gonna happen at the next con we all go to together.

I just need to figure out how to make the wig.

It’ll be tough.

I can do it, but I need to figure it out soonish so I can practice and what not. See, with Lady Loki I’ll have a lot of big projects and little projects that I need to invest a lot of time in. With Rogue the biggest time investment is the wig and possibly the boots, but that could be easily solved. The wig however might hinder me quite a bit.

Wigs man, they can often cause hairy situations…

HAHAHAHAHHAHA

Oh gosh that was so bad, even I had to hang my head in shame.

But it was hilarious too.

I love my unfunny but so totally funny moments.

Stupid things like that just make me smile sometimes.

Which I can so totally use right now.

I’m so boredddddddd

Usually Boss Lady leaves me at least an hour’s worth of work for me to do and I haven’t gotten anything from her yet.

She did give me sometime that I need to type, but she said she was gonna send me the file for the format…I haven’t gotten it yet…

I don’t think I’ll get it before I leave either. Cause guess who gets out early today…this girl!

I love it.

Especially cause the class that usually come in for cameras aren’t in today, they’re on a field trip, so I really have nothing to do.

Idle hands are the devil’s playthings.

At least that’s what I was told as a child. Cause if I wasn’t actively doing something, it had bad results for the rest of the house…I drew on my walls a bit.

And by a bit I mean a lot.

And I still haven’t outgrown doing that cause I still write on the wall in my closet. At least in there only I see it and no about it.

Mostly song titles and lyrics…

I feel the need to sing.

…and right as I start I hear a noise.

Dangit.

Not cool bro.

I just wanna sing some fun songs.

I think someone might be coming in.

I heard a door.

I hear keys.

I hear voices.

Who can it be?

I heard a name…a Carl?

But then the other secretary said had a good day.

Darnit Carl.

You’re just like the one from the Walking Dead, always missing and causing people to panic.

Though you did grow up a bit, so four for you Carl.

You’re Dad needed a little growing though.

He legit looked like a creepy hobo chasing after a random kid in the beginning of the mid-season.

Walking Dead returns soon! I’m so freaking pumped for it.

I need to see how Beth is doing! Last season left my questions on her totally unanswered and it’s not cool cause she’s my favorite girl on the show.

And I’m not saying that because I relate to her…

Totally saying that because I relate to her.

It’s like this, you have all these badasses like Michonne and Daryl, who are survivors they’re fighters, you look at them and you know exactly how they made it so long.

Then there’s Beth. Everyone’s like, why didn’t you die yet? You have no real skills when it comes to defense things, you sing and take care of the kids, which is very nice and we love you for it, but how are you still alive!? Which is how I think everyone will feel about me if I were to slightly survive the zombie thing. I mean, everything about me screams, gone in the first week.

personally, I like to think I’ll go slightly before the outbreak happens. Like you know when you have those random idolized cases across the nation. It’ll be like I’m biking home from work and then all the sudden I get pulled off my bike by one of the “sick” people. I get bitten and attacked, and boom dead. I died before the outbreak, but at least my picture would be on the news.

“Add another to the list of these strange attacks happening across America. Earlier this afternoon, local college graduate, (INSERT NAME HERE) was brutally attacked by another patient today. Witness say, she was stopped at a cross walk when she was grabbed from behind and bitten by the sick man. She screamed and tried to fight off her assailant but he was much too strong. Martin Lopez was stopped at the traffic light and when he saw her get attacked he jumped into action by calling the authorities. By the time the police made it to the young biker, it was too late.They attempted to bring the sick patient in peacefully, however he was able to bite two officer before he was taken down. Doctor’s are working around the clock to figure out the cause for sickness and a cure. More details on that at 11.”

The news would be very kind to me, hopefully showing a good photo of me and not one of my sketch costumed ones, cause 90% of the photos of me online involve me wearing costumes…costumes are fun!

Don’t judge me.

Everyone’s judging me.

It’s cool.

I judge myself.

I played a judge in the first play I was in.

It was Godspell.

I played the judge in the Good Samaritan segment.

Then I went on to play a British woman in Crazy for You, and the Mother in Footloose.

I was a cool mom, I wasn’t like those other moms.

I let my kid dance.

Dance Ren. Dance.

Which is why I refused to see the remake of Footloose.

I’m sorry, but you can’t just kill off my character.

What are you Disney?

…was it made by Disney?

Nope, a Paramount film.

Thank goodness for that.

Could have been very awkward.

Always awkward when my wit backfires on me.

Which does happen on occasion…not often…I don’t think…

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So Club Leader came by and dropped off some work I can do for the club so that I’m not sitting here counting ceiling tiles. There’s 50 by the way.

I may or may not have counted them…

I totally counted them.

I hear a door constantly getting opened and banged.

AND HOLY MUSICAL BATMAN IT WAS THE HOTTIE HOT PROF

…slightly awkward cause when I walked by earlier I looked through the window to his office, but that’s okay cause the glass isn’t like see through, it’s the glass you peek through and it’s all blurry and stuff.

That just made my day though.

His blue plaid shirt really brought out the blue in his eyes.

I’d love to get a closer look at those eyes.

And him in general.

That would be nice.

For me at least.

Maybe.

I talk a big game but I have no idea what would happen if he actually came in and said anything remotely flirtatious or romantic.

I think my eyes would bug, I would blush, and then be all shy and not respond flirtatious back cause then I’d be all nervous and what not.

Goddness help me if I ever meet John Cena.

He’s the one celeb for me. Like you know with your friends you have a pact not to mess with their one celeb, he’s mine. In fact the deal is, if anyone I know ever met him and didn’t try and bring him to me or tell me to come to him or at least get me a phone call from him, they have to face my wrath…

I have a lot of wrath.

And a lot of typing I should be trying to do.

But it’s a lot of numbers and it’s hard and she still hasn’t emailed me the thingy yet.

I leave in less than an hour.

If that.

No I actually do leave in less than an hour.

I might stop by the club before I leave, though Club Bestie wants me to come back later….

If I go and she’s not there I’ll only stay for a few minutes or so, then I’ll go home.

Oh home, I miss you so. That’s where all my things are. Like my sketchbook.

I really feel the need to actually draw for real.

Like not my notebook doodles, which are lovely, but I need to draw some of my real stuff. I have some great ideas thanks to my rough doodles, but I haven’t had time to really draw.

Plus I need new outlining pens.

I like to use the black fine tip pens to out line, but not regular bic pens, but nice gel sort of like kind.

I really don’t know how to describe them because I never actually bought any before, so I don’t know their technical name.

I usually just find them laying about campus or in my house. I might go home and grab one so that I can look at it and then stop at Staples and get one.

I also want new nail polish…

Maybe I’ll stop at CVS instead cause they got pens and nail polish.

I also need remover though…

Hmm…

I don’t NEED new polish…

But I do really want some.

Dollar store has some pretty good stuff…

Not the glitter I want though…

However, the Dollar Store and Staples are right next to eachother…

Then again I’m going to the mall this weekend to get that Harley Quinn dress that I’m still eyeing online and there’s an AC Moore near there and I have a card…

The dollar store might also have some of the pens…

Might not last as long though…

Hmmm…but if I go to save some money I might just end up buying more because they run out so fast and then it’ll be equal to what I pay for a pen that lasts…

I wonder if I have any coupons…

They don’t.

But they have plastic spoons on sale.

And I do enjoy a good game of spoons.

I get very violent.

It’s bad.

I head butted a girl for a spoon and divebombed on top of a table for one too…

My friends are scared of playing with me, but they love playing with me when it involves new people.

Cause they meet me at first I’m all sweet and happy and then a game starts and boom! My alter ego comes out and things get real. I will flip a board if I have to.

Don’t tempt me.

Flower Power and Kitty think it’ll be fun to have mega family game nights when we all have children which could be fun, but very dangerous. I can see my kids,

“What the hell mom?! Another draw four?!”

Oh gosh it’ll be great, and if they beat me I can pull the I let you win card.

It’s hard being competitive.

It’s the life I lead though…

I might start packing up all my nonsense soon.

I got my notebooks all out and I need to post this post.

I have my Wreck This Journal out for the world to see…

Hmm…

decisions.

Decision made.

I’m gonna end this here…

Though I’m mighty close to 4000 words….

It’s only about 200 or so more from this sentence that I’m typing right now.

Give or take a few.

Hmmm….should I go for the 4000 mark My wrist is getting tired from resting on the desk though…

I think I might save the 4000 mark for another much longer day.

Cause I only got about 35 minutes of work left so I might as well enjoy them doing absolutely nothing…

Plus the only other prof that’s in today from my department gets out of class soon and she needs to pick up her lunch…

She stores it in my fridge.

My office has a fridge.

How cool is that?

It also have a microwave, which is nice but at the same time icky.

Cause the of the whole, picky eater thing. Like, they come in, and microwave things that probably smell delicious to everyone else in the hallway…just not me.

Then my office is all stunked up with onions and meatloaf and then the hottie hot prof walks by and he’s probably thinking I’m the one smelling like onions, which is totally not the case, I smell like my Secret Deodorant and my Harley Quinn Bombshell perfume…

So then the hottie hot prof will think I smell and won’t ever talk to me again and will make me sad and all I’ll have are those passing moments when he walks by and waves with a smile.

And I’m over 4000, thank you hottie hot prof, you inspire my words to come flowing out like a rushing river.

One day it’ll happen.

That day isn’t today.

I live to pine another day.

Toodles~

Good Morning, Good Morning, To You~

Oh good morning precious people!

The rain it falling, the songs are being sung and I’m in a happy mood!

Why?

I have no freaking idea, I’m just in a really awesomely good mood.

It’s strange when I get these happy moods, cause they’re really unexplainable.

I mean, my nail polished is chipped and I have to drive someone around, and even that isn’t enough motivation for me to lose my happy mood.

I hate driving in general.

It’s not fun and it’s sketchy and I don’t do the gas thing cause it’s hard and icky…

If I could bike everywhere I could.

If I could have a chauffeur driving me everywhere I couldn’t reach by biking I would.

I love it when other people drive.

It’s easier for me, plus I can just play the radio and have the time of my life in the passenger seat.

Not to say I don’t do that in the driver’s seat, I just don’t dance as much.

It’s a little sketch for me.

Like sneezing and driving. That is the scariest moment of my life. I hate when that happens, like I force my eyes to stay open, but then they don’t cause it’s like ahhh, scary.

Driving is sketch.

Just like this hallway.

When no one is in the hallway it’s pretty chill cause then I get to start singing and such and it’s a grand old-time but then I stop singing cause someone will open their door and I realize they were there all along.

Looking at you Trail Mix.

He just came in actually, and he said hi to me.

To me! He said hi to me. It was a great momentous occasion.

I got a basic greeting, so I’m pretty chill right now which is awesome.

Except I’m not really chill cause I just found a hole in my sweater.

I was like, “WHAT?! WHAT THE HELL IS THIS?!”

So luckily I have a needle and thread in my drawer, no idea why it’s there, but I’m thankful for it. If not for it I would have run all the way down to my club to see if we have any pins.

Though I’m pretty sure a pin is what got me in this mess in the first place cause the last time I wore this was for a big person conference and my guess is the material couldn’t take it.

However, I had to wear the sweater cause the only thing under it is a sleeveless turtleneck which is cute on its own, but I don’t know how work appropriate it is.

I should have worn my red bra underneath, then I could get away with the sweater.

I just had some issues cause I was running late so I didn’t have time to find the red bra and the one that was the one I was wearing, which had polka dots and was purple, kind of really stood out against the background.

So like, sucks man, but at the same time, doesn’t suck enough to change it.

Just throw a sweater on.

I didn’t own a plain black sweater and my mother’s black sweaters are a bit too big for me, which sucks but hey whatever.

Don’t think my outfit would be approved by the fashionista today anyway.

I wanted to wear my sweater dress but it was looking weird when i put it on.

Lame.

Lame-o.

PRINTER IS PRINTING

OH GOSH I’M NOT PREPARED. QUICK ACT NATURAL!

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It was just a student.

A student who was having a really bad horrible bad day.

Poor dear.

I offered him skittles.

Skittles make everything better.

Except chocolate.

That doesn’t always work out well.

Makes for a great prank though.

Last Halloween I convinced my friend who was having a Halloween party to put the skittles and MnM’s in the same jar and so many people actually fell for it. Even though the people who fell for it started calling the jar the S&M’s jar. Those who hadn’t fallen for it yet just thought it was a cute name. I mean it was, but still.

I’m actually kind of concerned. Usually Boss Lady has a bunch of work for me by now…

No work.

No Boss Lady, she’s in class and has nothing for me.

Boo!

AH!

That wasn’t meant to be a scary “Boo! I’m a Ghost” boo. The “Ah!” came from a strange man asking me about a leak in the building. I don’t know anything about any leak. I’m just the Temp. They barely gave me the freedom to do what I do now…which is nothing really.

I sit here and contemplate life.

And doodle.

Lots of doodles.

And rambles.

Can’t forget the rambles.

I mean I’m making an entire blog out of them, so yay for my ramblings.

I wonder what would happen if someone who actually knew me found this ramblings thing.

I mean, I’m not trying to hide who I am or where I am.

I totally am actually.

It’s like I’m a secret agent.

I’M LIKE CLOVER FROM TOTALLY SPIES!

She was my favorite.

I mean, I loved Sam cause she was smart and ginger, I loved Alex cause she was fun, but Clover was who I related to the most.

I think I’m a hybrid of all three of them, but still Clover was the best.

Freaking fabulous.

So yeah, I’m a Totally Spies.

Or I’m like Mary Kate and Ashley in Our Lips Are Sealed, such a great movie. I loved all those films. Even New York Minute, which also starred Jared Padalecki who is better known as Sam Winchester. The role in this film is one of the ones that Jensen Ackles, his co-star mocks him for whenever Jared brings up Jensen’s soap opera past.

The two of them are like brothers with the way they act.

They don’t look enough alike to be twins though.

Not like Mary-Kate and Ashley.

The twins that ruled the 90s and my movie shelf.

They were also the movies that I rented the most from Blockbuster.

That and the Power Rangers Movie.

I would rotate and rent a different one every week.

The Olson Twin movies were great though, cause I felt like I was invited to all their real parties. It was like I was there while they were singing about Pizza. I WANT SOME PIZZA, P. I. Z. Z. A.

I actually don’t even like pizza…(INSERT SHOCKED GASP OF EVERY PERSON EVER)

How can someone not like pizza?! Am I mad?!

Yes.

There’s no debating that.

However, I am not crazy because I do not like pizza.

Pizza is icky cause of one main reason…sauce.

Yes there is white pizza, and if forced to I could eat it, but pizza is gross cause it’s all greasy and the smell.

Oh gosh the smell is absolutely disgusting.

I eat with my nose first, and if my nose doesn’t like it, it ain’t coming anywhere near me…at all. I refuse it.

Then after the smell, if I don’t hate the smell I’ll try to eat it, but the eating can go either way.

If I find the texture of the food I’m eating either gross or confusing I won’t eat it.

Like mashed potatoes.

It’s the thing on the inside of fries, I should like them right?

Nope.

See, when I look at mashed potatoes they’re all squishy and fluffy.

It makes me think of ice cream.

When I take a bite of mashed potatoes and taste the butter and hotness of them, it confuses my palette and then I spit them out.

I’m thinking ice cream, mashed potatoes aren’t ice cream. I don’t like mashed potatoes because they confused me.

I don’t like being confused.

Not in the slightest.

So I have against foods that confuse me.

And jello.

I don’t like jello.

Jello doesn’t confuse me I just don’t like the consistency.

I also have a thing against hot chocolate and soups too.

I don’t believe in hot liquids as consumable substances.

Coffee, Hot Chocolate, Soups, Tea, Etc.

If I’m going for a drink, I’m expecting it to be cold, I take a sip and it’s hot it’s weird.

Sometimes I just don’t feel like explaining to people why I don’t like hot liquids I just say, “… That’s the Devil’s temperature.” They then laugh if they’re a fan of Arrested Development and if they’re not they just think I’m crazy, but everyone does so it’s fine.

No complaints here.

I just don’t like hot liquids!

However, my shower needs to be hotter than anything for me to actually like it though.

So basic run down: Shower Water=Hot. Drinking Water= Room Temp or colder.

Otherwise I’m S.O.L either way. Though I do gradually lower the temperature as the shower goes on in the summer, so when I step out I’m not going from scalding hot to equally as hot.

I have my systems, and they work for me.

At least I think they work for me.

I haven’t gotten any complaints from myself yet.

And if there’s one thing I know how to do, it’s complain.

I never really mean it though.

I’ll complain about stupid things but then I’ll do it and be fine and everything would be all okie dokie. Like I complain when my really witty statuses get no likes, but someone’s 528725th selfie will get all these amazing and wonderful comments and likes and people are amazed…

I’m witty dangit!

I love my wit.

It’s one of the most pleasing things about me.

Which says a lot because I like to think there are many pleasing things about myself.

My winning personality, my kindness to others, my extensive knowledge of Doctor Who, Mighty Morphin Power Rangers, and Harry Potter. Not to mention I’m just plain old adorable.

See?

Great things about me.

Which I could tell my self-esteem all this awesomeness.

I think of myself as a goddess empress type, but at the same time I think I’m nothing special too.

Like everyone is a goddess empress type.

That doesn’t make me special, because when everyone’s super, no one is…

Children’s movies are surprisingly deep.

And very emotional, like I cry over children’s movies. For instance, Toy Story.

I cried in every single Toy Story Film.

Not just the last one, cause let’s be real we all cried in that film…multiple times.

No, I cried in the original when Buzz went to fly and that super sad song was playing in the background and he jumped and you think he’s gonna make it but he slowly starts to fall and then you see the sad utter realization on his face that he can’t fly and that Woody was right all along…he’s just a toy.

Then Jessie in the second one, oh gosh the tears. Jessie was explaining her past with a girl who loved her just like Woody thought Andy loved him. But oh gosh is it sad, cause how else could she explain except in song and that song just happened to be sung by Sarah Mclachlan, whose voice always makes me think of the sad puppy and kitty commercial, so her voice always makes me sad and then the tears man, the tears fall as the feels hit me hard.

I won’t go into the third one cause we all cried.

Then there’s Pokémon: The First Movie – Mewtwo Strikes Back…tears. All the tears and all the feels. Like all the pokemon are fighting each other cause the clones are trying to hurt them and they need to defend themselves so it’s like, okay we should fight. But Pikachu is all like nah man, I don’t wanna fight you, you’re my brother. Clone Pikachu is like, dude we gotta fight, everyone’s fighting. Pikachu stays strong and refuses to fight and then Clone Pikachu just starts to break down and as he slaps Pikachu he starts to cry and Pikachu still refuses to fight and it’s heart breaking and then Nurse Joy chimes in with the heartbreaking, “Pokemon aren’t meant to fight…not like this.” Cause as you look around all the pokemon are hurt and broken and it’s heartbreaking. Then Ash gets turned to stone and Pikachu cries again and it’s all very sad.

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…so I made a booboo

I forgot I was logged in when I was on wordpress earlier….

So much for not leaving a foot print.

I was so afraid that I didn’t log in until later, cause I needed to finish this post.

I couldn’t let a post about things and pokemon go unfinished!

…at least unposted. I’ll talk more about fictional things that make me cry tomorrow how’s that?

Deal?

Deal.

Peace out sailor scout!

Toodles~

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~

Yesterday was Tuesday, right? But today is Tuesday, too!

My days are being all jumbled together.

I seriously went through parts of yesterday believeing that it was Tuesday but today is Tuesday…what the heck man, it’s crazy.

So it’s Tuesday, my hallway is empty except for Cool Dude, who closed his door, so who knows what he’s doing. I have two options, I can continue to do the real work I’m told to do get it done in a timely matter and then sit here with nothing but this and my doodles while important people walk in and out and look at me like I’m crazy. OR I could wait until my hallway gets a bit more crowded and then do my work.

Decisions, decisions.

I think I’ll stay with actually doing the work for realsies, then do this and then doodle or vice versa, the two things after work are interchangable really.

I’m gonna try to do something I never did before and use a page break to show a lapse of time…let’s see if this works.

I hope it does, cause then it’ll be one more thing that I know how to do.

Yay for knowing things!

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OH MY GOSH IT WORKED!

I think, I won’t know until I yolo post it, that’s posting without previewing the layout before hand.

I know, I’m crazy.

So as I was doing important work, I learned my hottie hot prof’s middle name.

It’s a hilarious one, I’m not gonna lie.

I don’t even know if I’m reading it right, it’s like all those years of reading Hermione.

No clue how to read it, read it my way, then heard the right pronunciation and then wonder how you could have gotten it so wrong. Thus is life man.

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So I just did a ton of actual big people things.

I typed up and did the thing with the hottie hot prof’s funny middle name.

I helped a poor professor in need, cause she had class she couldn’t print something and then I had to staple it all. Oh it was crazy, but I got her under control. Team work for the win.

I also typed up another thing for the Boss Lady.

Problem with that though…I found a name of a former friend on the example she gave me.

Like you know how you have your best friends, but one day they just slowly fade out of your life…that’s what happened with this one.

Like we went from texting all day every day, to maybe once or twice a day, to once or twice a week, then a month…then never. I don’t blame her for us drifting a part (LIE)

Okay, so I totally blame her.

Like, she joined a club and then their partner club had this guy she really liked, so she started dating him. Dude was a total jerkface, so the only times I ever really heard from her was when she needed to vent about jerkface, cause I was the only one who wasn’t associated with him personally and thought he was the most epic guy ever.

Dude got her into Doctor Who and Anime, so props there, but I was trying for years, YEARS, to get that girl to watch a single episode of Doctor Who, then all the sudden she’s loving up on the Doctor…I asked her how she liked the 9th Doctor and she said she skipped him and the only reason she was thinking of going back to watch his season was because she wants to see Rose.

I love Rose.

Is she my favorite? No.

I love all the companions in some way shape or form, however, some I feel I have to defend more. Like Martha. Martha gets a lot of hate because she was pining after the Doctor and had a few jealousy moments. It happens! If I were Martha I would probably have done similar things, cause she was constantly compared to Rose, but she did what a lot of us would be affraid to do, and that was to get out. She left when she knew she should, then she marries Micky so everything is all happy and sunshine cause Micky rules.

Former friend hates Martha.

That’s where I think my side of the friendship started to deteriorate, cause she was already hanging on to me by a thread on her end, so I was like, guess this isn’t happening, so I just kinda backed away, and stopped trying to reach out to her, especially if when I reach out she decides to cut down characters I love and me for liking that character.

So then her and jerkface date for a bit. And by a bit I mean about a year. Then I randomly hear from her. Oh excitement. She wants to meet up. Really? I give her a chance. I set up a date. The day comes, she says she no longer can cause she’s sick. Aw poor thing. Let me go leave her a nice video on Facebook to cheer her up.

Oh? What’s this? A status? “Friday night with the girls” Huh…oh a picture too. I hope that’s peptomisbal in those cups cause she said she had an upset stomach…oh wait.

Boom.

Haven’t heard from her since.

Except she now works at a store I frequent.

Like you know how you have Target, Walmart, K-mart, type stores and you always go to one more cause it’s closest. She’s at mine. So I either have to go all the way to a different store, or I risk it.

I risk it.

60% of the time it works every time.

Then occaisionally I see her.

Meh.

Didn’t see her the other day when I went in there for pants.

I went shopping for pants, came home with an Adventure Time backpack.

My priorities were a little scewed.

The backpack was only $7 though!

It was a steal!

And I need it cause I’m going on a plane for the first time since my senior trip.

Which doesn’t really count cause the school took care of everything and showed you how to do stuff.

This time I’m alone.

Well I have my friend with me and she’s gonna be in charge of the airport stuff and I’m in charge of the hotel stuff. Like she’s mommying me on the plane and I’m mommying her making sure she doesn’t party too hardy.

Hehehehehe, somewhere in that last comment is a secret joke that only people who know me in real life will laugh at.

That is if they connect the dots.

Those are hard to do sometimes though.

Especially when there’s like 5634576 dots and they’re all closed together and stuff, it’s terrifying.

I do enjoy them though.

I prefered coloring pages though.

Maybe I’ll bring a coloring book in to the office and color it with my pretty pens…that’s actually not a bad idea.

I have a sketchy dollar store mermaid coloring book.

I have to think about this.

Thinking done, tomorrow I’m bringing it.

It’s slow on Wednesdays! There aren’t many people many of the time, plus I’m gonna have to be in super early again cause of the thing in my desk that some guy needs.

Classes are almost out if they aren’t already, so my hallway is about to get pretty crowded, but that’s cool, I just had a nice talk with the janitor, his name’s Ray.

I liked him.

He was nice.

I like nice people.

In real life, for some reason I always prefer the villains when it comes to stories and movies and what not. They’re more complex in my mind, like I want to understand why you’re doing what you’re doing. What drove them to do waht they did, why are they like this.

I’m mostly ranting cause I just saw a sweet Harley Quinn dress and I need to give myself a legit reason to actually buy it cause $40 is a lot, but it’s so perfect for me and I want it for reasons.

I’m also wearing my Batman ring today so I think it’s sign.

I also have a regular penguin earing in, that makes me think the penguin…and Gothem premired last night…all signs are pointing to me buying that dres…

Fingers crossed that I have some hotcash.

I don’t know if I’ll be able to splurge though.

That’s a lot of money and I’m a cheap miser.

Like, Scrooge McDuck has nothing on me.

So I have to somehow convince myself that there is a legit reason for me to buy that dress.

Cause it’s not a costume for me, like they’re selling it as a costume, I’m wanting it as a wardrobe piece. It’s so pretty and perfect and I want it.

Still not enough reason for me to buy though, maybe I’ll go to the store to see if I can try it on and if I try it on and it’s not as magical as I imagine it, then I won’t buy it.

Plus for all I know it could be very cheap material and what not.

I hope it is, cause I really don’t want to spend the money.

I just REALLY want the dress, it’s so pretty and perfect, and I’m just too cheap and miserly. It’s a struggle I face.

A huge struggle.

My mom calls me out on it all the time.

I once decided against buying this awesome Batman beachtowel, despite having a gift card, cause the sale price of $10 was still too much for me.

I feel I should be spending money on important things, like saving for an apartment, or a car, or Comic-Con San Diago.

I really wanna go to Comic-Con San Diego.

I don’t think it’s in the cards for this year.

Maybe the dress will be my compinsation to myself, you can’t go to comic-con but you can treat yourself to a cute new comic book dress.

That actually might work.

But I need to buy nice work clothes again.

I can’t figure out if I wore what I’m wearing today last week or not.

I hate those moments.

I don’t think I did, but I can’t be sure. Cause I looked in the mirror and was like, “Didn’t you JUST wear that?”

Now that I’m thinking I don’t think I wore it last week, I think I thought about it but then it looked sketched so I didn’t but now I’m wearing it and it doesn’t look as sketch as I thought it did.

Or it looked sketch and I just couldn’t be bothered.

It looked sketch and I couldn’t be bothered.

I’m sketch.

It happens.

I still look cute though.

I think.

My nails look cute.

It’s like I have mini galexies on my nails and I love it. Next time I want to paint my nails one color I’m doing this again.

Cause usally I do alternating colors and paint pokadots and pokeballs, but last night I just needed to redo them, but I couldn’t be bothered to take out like 20 million colors and debate which would look best together, and considering I just did a rainbow so that was 5 colors(I had to forgo indigo and violet, cause 5 fingers per hand, seven colors in a rainbow, just doesn’t add right. Struggles.) plus I did white pokadots, so that’s another bottle, not to mention the clear top coat. So I had used 7 bottles last time. This time I was like, meh, I don’t want to have to go through that again, plus some of my nails were a bit stained so I needed a darker color.

I went with dark blue with a top coat of sparkles.

They’re so sparkly.

It’s like I have space on my nails.

Space nails.

I love it.

So this will be my fall back for when I’m feeling lazy and unamused with all my colors. Cause I have so many colors but looking at them all I go through the whole, “I have nothing to wear.” thing.

I blatently have a box full of polishes, I just don’t feel any of the colors sometimes and my mom only has pinks and corals, and I use them enough as it is, cause pinks my favorite color and such.

Go pink.

Favorite color.

Can’t you tell from my background?

That I just remembered was pink, cause I don’t look at my page until I post the thing, so sometimes I forget the color.

I love the color.

I’m such a stereoytpical girly girl sometimes, and I’m cool with that.

Between pink and rainbows, I can never choose.

Someone looked me straight in the eye after I did one of my unicorn and sparkle rants and was dead sirius:

“I picture you bleeding rainbows.”

Wait what?

“Like if you were to cut yourself, you’d be like, ‘oh violet! And it sparkles…prettyyyyy'”

He was sirius about it too.

I thought it was hilarious and now like to think it’s true.

When I bleed I leave a trail of sparkly rainbows in it’s place.

Like how a unicorn shoots rainbows out its butt.

It’s scientific fact.

By that I mean it was on Supernatural.

If it’s on Supernatural it must be true.

The walls just made a super scary noise.

I think it’s another sign.

I talk Supernatural and the walls make noise….

On the plus side, Sam and Dean might show up.

Hopefully it’s younger Sam and Dean, cause the world only screwed them over a bit, but not the whole nine yards yet.

Plus they’re still trying to save people as opposed to gank first and hope.

And there goes the hottie hot prof.

Such a nice guy, he didn’t look over or anything.

But it’s cool.

I’m too busy for you anyway.

Not really.

I have nothing but time.

Well in 15 minutes I have lunch time.

And there goes the hottie hot prof’s equally as hot friend who is also a prof, just not one I ever have or met.

Boy would I like to meet him though, if you know what I mean.

Do you know what I mean?

No?

I don’t either.

If anyone understands what I mean please tell me, it would be mighty helpful.

I just heard a dramatic sigh. It was a sigh of resignment I think.

Like they aren’t sad, but the acknolwedge that they can’t do something or something is wrong.

I get it.

That I do understand. I can read between the lines of a sigh.

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So back from lunch.

It was lovely I had a peanutbutter sandwich and it was very delicious.

It was made with honey wheat bread.

My very own special loaf of bread that was bought specifically for me.

You know, if specicifically for me means the whole freaking family.

It’s my loaf of bread and yesterday I went to take out a peice and low and behold, the twistie tie was missing.

I always put the twistie tie back on.

Someone’s been touching my bread.

I now have to knot it closed too! Not cool bro, not cool.

I like to keep my bread fresh.

And hello hottie hot prof’s equally as hot friend prof.

He looked tired according the gal he was talking to. Poor thing.

THE PRINTER

Quick!

BE PRODUCTIVE

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And no one walked in as I was being productive

Dangit…

On the plus side, all I got to do is turn in my spiny chair and boom productivity!

Cause all my productive stuff is literally behind me.

Literally.

Okay, maybe not literally cause it’s to the right of me and not behind me.

But I have my back to it?

More like my side to it.

Darn.

Guess I used literally wrong again.

I hate when I do that.

I’m trying to make it so that I say figuratively now whenever I think about using literally unless I mean whatever I’m saying literally.

“I was attacked by literally a million ninjas.”

No, you were attacked by literally 3. But figureatively there were millions, cause you’re really weak.

BOOM!

Ninja blast.

If I were a ninja I’d name all my moves like, “Ninja punch!” It would be cool, and whenever someone would talk about the attacked they faced they wouldn’t know what to say cause if they were like, “He hit me with his ninja punch!” Yeah, no one believes that.

I feel ninja punch is a good ending to this story/blog.

So I shall bid you all farewell.

Toodles!

…NINJA PUNCH!

 

T.G.I.F

Thank goodness it’s Friday! Whoo!! The work week has ended. It’s time to play and have fun.

LOL JK, I still have all of Friday to get through.

The problem is, I usually get done early on Fridays, which is like a super bonus right? I think so, however, I face a small problem.

There’s a meeting at 2 for the whole department and I don’t know if I’m meant to go.

Like I see, a meeting minutes folder, but the last entry in that was from 2010…

So am I going or not?

No clue.

I’m gonna have to ask the boss lady, which will be slightly embarrassing but now so much as not showing up, or showing up and not having to be there.

Hopefully I don’t have to go.

I got errands to run today.

Secret errands.

Not really.

Tonight my club is going cosmic bowling, cool right? Problem though…I have nothing to wear!

Le Gasp!

Well I have clothing to wear, just nothing bowling appropriate, bowling calls for pants.

None of my pants fit me.

If it were still nice enough, I might have been able to get away with shorts.

Key word is might.

However, it’s starting to cool down and fall is coming up, which is awesome but at the same time, concerning cause you know, I now need new pants.

I kept putting off my pant purchases all summer, cause I had the belief of shorts or a skirt.

Now my skirts could be appropriate with stockings, which I have, but bowling in a skirt just seems like not a good idea. So now I have to go to a close by store to get pants.

I hate pants.

I really truly do.

If I had a choice I’d never where pants again.

However, I have to.

Darn pants.

I’m wearing a skirt today

I feel fancy, and like a stereotypical secretary. White button down shirt, black skirt, red heels, only thing missing are the glasses on the bridge of my nose and I’d be set.

I don’t have glasses though.

I need a pair.

Don’t have one.

All this time in front of a computer Screen really did me in.

Whoops! I can’t even claim my innocence because I did it myself. I full heartily accepted the consequences that come from staring at a computer screen for 15 hours a day. It’s my main form of entertainment.

Speaking of entertainment, I need something to do for the next 4 hours or so.

My hallway is currently empty, which is nice, but I know there’s a chance that students will be coming in my office for the next half hour or so, otherwise I would be doodling or doing the small piece of work I was told to do. Can’t do it when I need to leave the office.

Sort out your priorities man.

Please?

No.

Boo.

Whelp, did my job.

Did my doodles.

Now I’m stuck doing nothing for a bit of time.

Until at least 1pm.

Probably later, cause through snooping I found a file full of meeting minutes.

However, the file is only until 2010…that’s four years ago. Pretty sure I still need to go though.

Supposedly it takes like 2 hours…dangit.

I really need to get pants today too.

Darn pants.

Grrr…

Now I’ll defiantly have to go to the more expensive store option because I don’t have time to dig through goodwill to find the best fitting pair. I now gotta go to the store where I know what size I am in their clothes.

It’ll have to be a quick one too.

Hopefully the meeting doesn’t take TOO long.

I might cry.

I don’t want to cry.

I’m an ugly crier, the face gets all blotchy and red, it’s a bit of a mess really.

Not a pretty sight.

I really don’t need to be typing right now though.

NO ONE IS IN MY HALLWAY.

I just don’t know what to doodle in its place.

I drew another ninja yesterday, this time she was a bad one. However, she does have a family relation to another one of the people I drew. It’s a family affairrrrrrr~

I also drew the Doctor: photo

It’s not a super good photo, I’ve drawn better, but sometimes I just feel the need to draw the Doctor. I was in the process of drawing the 10th Doctor so he had a friend, but that didn’t work out to well. I forgot that 10 had eyebrows while 11 was everything but eyebrows. Still love them though. The new Doctor is entertaining as well.

Love all the Doctors!

Except for medical Doctors…I’m not a fan.

Cause I associate them with being sick, cause the only time I really see them is when I’m sick. I should probably go for regular check ups but….nah.

I really hate dentists though.

Doctor’s make you feel better with as little pain as possible, dentists are all drill first ask questions later. I had a dentist that didn’t even notice that half my filling came out. I had to tell him and then we had to restart the whole process over again. It hurts so much, my mouth hurts just thinking about it. Owie.

I really really really don’t like dentist. You can be as nice as you want, if you are a dentist you are evil. That’s why the dentist was such a good character in Fairly Odd Parents, dude was mega evil!

Which makes me re-think the whole villain thing, I mean sounds cool, but I don’t think I could do it.

I just walked all across campus doing a job for my club dude, and not my boss lady, and in the process, I missed the hottie hot walking by.

Nooooo!!! The hottie hot prof’s door is only slightly ajar so I couldn’t even peak in just to see him. It’s just me and him in the hallway. Gosh, this would be a perfect scenario in any other life, but not today cause I missed my chance.

Booo! I look cute today too.

Darnit.

Oh well, maybe he’ll walk by again, I mean, he’s gotta leave sometime right?

Right?

Oh well.

I’m thinking I should be writing a song about him, I mean that’s how all the pop stars do it right? Though technically Van Halen got that covered when they did Hot For Teacher.

I had another professor that I used to hum that song for, but he was technically a teaching assistant, which could have worked out if I really tried. He wasn’t even that pretty anyway, it was more of a comparative pretty. In that class not a single student was attractive, so he became the most attractive and I think that only happened cause he had power, and power can make someone attractive. Makes sense. Like, I will find the most attractive dude no matter where. Like on a tv show or something, the cast could be average or unattractive to me, but then there will be one guy that is a bit more. I will cling to him as the hot one. Now, compare him to my other celebrity loves like John Cena and Dylan O’Brien dude could look so average it’s sad.

It’s like the 3rd Hemsworth Brother, he’s pretty good-looking, but compared to Liam and Chris, dude doesn’t stand a chance.

I do want to write a song though.

Not necessarily about the hottie hot prof, but maybe about attractive older dudes. Like, Stacy’s Mom, but reversed. I already got the final line of the chorus, “I know it makes you sad, but I’m in love with your dad.” It could be a hit single everywhere. I would love it.

I’m gonna do it.

It’s gonna happen.

I mean it.

No one steal my idea.

Patent pending.

Not really.

But it’ll be totally cool if no one stole my rad idea.

Finally! Someone showed up! Right as I put my doodling away too! Good.

Though the doodle is more me writing regular song lyrics all fancy and cursive like in pencil. I now have like three different songs stuck in my head.

I shall call this new mash-up of songs, “Wrecking Horse Sunday.”

See which songs I combined, I dare ya.

It could be fun.

It could pass the time.

I like passing the time.

That’s what this blog is for mostly.

I saw I got some followers the other day, hello followers! Hope you’re enjoying this. If not, that’s cool. I’m an acquired taste. I’m not even acquired to myself yet.

Internet is still mostly down, it’s day three of the saga. People are getting antsy. They need their Facebook man. THEY NEED IT.

Like so hardcore. The world won’t end in either fire or ice, it’s ending in lost wi-fi connection.

I just need a little 3G to get me by. Do you have a hotspot to share?

Those with hot spots should charge to share and boom, you got yourself a little profitable business in this non-wifi world we live in on this campus.

It’s almost 1…the meeting starts at 2…my off the clock starts at 1. Not fairrrrrr, I either stay an extra hour and wait for nothing or I stay an extra hour and learn I’m meant to be there, so it’ll be even longerrrrrr…

Thus is life man.

Life’s tough, get a helmet.

Unless it clashes with your clothes. Then don’t do it. That’s why I never wore a helmet when biking, even if I should have. Never did.

Yolo.

Yes I just yoloed.

The problem is, I started saying yolo sarcastically and as a joke and now I say it seriously. It started off as little thing like:

“Made a peanut butter and jelly sandwich with only peanut butter, yolo.”

Now I’ll be like, “Let’s do this man, yolo, whatever, we got this!”

It’s a thing.

I have lots of things.

Like I like to paint my nails twice a week.

Right now they’re rainbow.

Minus indigo and violet cause I only have five nails on each hand so I try to use a darker blue to get all three in but the dark blue looked odd against all the light colors.

And so my friend just sent me a funny picture of a squirrel, she knows I love squirrels so I was all happy.

Next photo she sends is of her arm with a hospital bracelet on and the comment, “Don’t panic but…”

Send the don’t panic text first then the arm one! You know I’ll panic if it’s in the order you sent them in your crazy lady?! What the heck dude. Can’t do that to me. Despite being the baby of the group, I’m also the worrier. I worry over everyone and I’m the one that gets all emotional cause they need me to be emotional cause they don’t like it.

I just have a lot of feelings. I’m like that girl in Mean Girls who wants to bake a cake for everyone.

I sent her the Do You Wanna Build a Snowman Video I made.

I think it’ll make her happy.

She called me lame.

Totally made her smile.

I’m proud.

Self-five/applause!

Whelp…I’m still typing to make it look like I’m important and good thing too, cause my hallway is starting to have people.

And by people I mean a person.

The meeting starts at 2…it’s 1:27, where is everyone?!

Usually saying that jinxes myself.

I mean, worked the day of the hottie hot prof acknowledging me.

I saw him walk by earlier.

I’m content with life.

Now, I want to just end this so that after the meeting, if I’m supposed to go, I can skidaddle.

But if I end it now, I have a half hour of filling time.

Decisions, decisions.

Okay, here’s the deal. I’ll type until I hit at least 2000 words.

Deal?

Deal.

I just made a deal with myself, I wonder if that’s similar to a deal with the devil. Well better the devil you know then the one you don’t.

I don’t know myself very well though…

Awkward.

In fact so awkward, I’m gonna end it.

Yep.

Ending it.

Ending the post.

That is what I am doing.

Ending.

Now.

 

Google’s Back, Tell a Friend

Oh Google, you beautiful and wonderful creature you. Never leave me again, I missed you far too much. You’re the helpful little friend I go to when I need to spell and need to know how to do things.

Like check the messages on my work phone.

Never noticed before.

Says I have missed calls in the bottom corner of my phone.

I don’t know what to do with that.

No messages.

Just a missed call.

AND SWEET SANCTUARY MY HALLWAY IS EMPTY EXCEPT FOR TRAIL MIX WHO JUST CLOSED HIS DOOR.

So instead of sounding fake productive, I’m gonna doodle. I’m gonna doodle so good.

Alas, the printer in my office has gone off.

That means someone will be coming in soon, maybe I should open an email and make it look like I’m reading that, or I’m typing a reply.

Looks a bit more official than WordPress.

Or doodling.

I put my decoy notebook out to cover the doodles.

It has my hours on it and it looks like I’m trying to be all smartical about it and I think I’m doing pretty good with that.

Maybe.

Anyway, real problem. I don’t know how to handle another situation but the boss lady is in class.

I was moments ago singing the praises of classes, now I’m sad.

Boo!

I hate making myself sad.

It’s like, why?

Why would you do that?

Being sad is a sad thing.

Make yourself unsad.

Think unsad things.

Like superheroes and puppies.

Or basically Chris Pratt, cause his is both. A sweet happy and loving puppy and a superhero!

Technically an anti-hero, but that’s cool too.

I love anti-heroes.

The other day I was thinking about how I’d love to be a villain, now I’m thinking anti-hero status is a bit better.

You’re still good, you’re thought of as a good person, but when you occasionally do a bad thing everyone thinks it’s just adorable instead.

Awww look at the little anti-hero trying to do something bad. Aww it’s so cute how they think they’re still threatening.

It’s a true thing.

One word: Vegeta.

He was the villain at one point, then became one of the good guys, who’s threats were usually laughed off by the main good guy.

Plus he wore a neon pink shirt.

I love that shirt.

Best dressed Vegeta hands down.

If I were a dude I would totally do that as a costume.

I mean, I could do it as a girl, but I don’t like to crossplay. I mean it’s cool, but personally I rather be a female character. A little less suffering in the costume department. Not as restricting if you catch my drift.

No?

Oh well.

You weren’t supposed to read that anyway.

So my hallway is now filled with people, fun times.

I actually did real work, but I can’t do what I need to do cause the boss lady is busy.

When the boss lady is busy you grab a ticket and wait in line.

Every time I went to grab her she wasn’t in her office, now she is but she’s having a legit important meeting.

She’s out!

Maybe I can grab her before she’s taken hostage for another meeting.

No!

She’s talking with cool dude.

My name keeps coming up.

Man, I gotta pretend like I’m not listening.

I’m totally listening, but she’s not trying to hide it so it’s fine.

If it was meant to be a secret she would be all secretive about it.

Hopefully once she’s done with him, I can grab her and ask all three of my questions.

3 questions for 3 different things I need to do. Like these are important things. Really important things. So important I don’t think I can even talk about it, for reals.

I think her office is open now!

Finally.

Let’s see.

Well, I got two out of three questions answered. Now I need to go ask somebody else cause she doesn’t know. The person I need to ask has a line out her office door.

Great.

I took a number and I’ll go back.

I figured out one answer on my own, but I need to tell her, however, she has her door closed…

Dangit!

Some serious shiz is happening and I have nothing to hold onto.

Oh…her door was closed cause a person was in there with her…again.

Boss Lady is mad busy.

Maybe nice lady is finally open.

Nice lady was opened!

One problem is solved.

High-five!

Highfived myself.

Did you ever notice that high-fiving yourself is literally clapping for yourself. You are giving yourself applause.

Maybe clapping was invented cause Shakespeare was in the audience for one of his performances and he was like, “This rocks. Go me!” Then he highfived himself and someone heard it was like, that’s a great idea.

And soon the entire place is high-fiving themselves and Shakespeare is like, “You fools! I wrote it, stop self-fiving.” Then people start cheering too and he realises that they’re highfiving themselves in his honor. He was being applauded. And that’s how applause was invented.

Thank you.

I wish for someone to give an oral report like that one day.

With a few, “dudes,” thrown in as well.

Dude is one of my favorites.

I call everyone dude.

I’m a dude.

He’s a dude.

She’s a dude.

We’re all dudes, hey!

Oh Good Burger, the absolute joy you bring me. Especially now, when I need that joy.

She’s still not in her office.

If she’s not back before my lunch, I’m gonna have to talk to her after.

Dangit.

I NEED to talk to her.

And the need didn’t look as important in that sentence cause it’s right next to the only other capital word in that sentence.

Does I count as a word?

Let’s find out.

I

IT DOES!

Awesome!

Even more awesome, she walked by!

I’m gonna try to grab her really quick!

Got her!

Got 2 out of three problems taken care of!

I just need to fix one more…I can try to see if she’ll help me after my lunch.

Cause I’m actually really hungry now.

I think it’s one of those, hey, you usually eat this time everyday, your body is expecting food yo.

So food yo, it is.

Food yo is the best kind of food.

I went and visited my old club and shiz got real!

Legit real.

Like, so much freaking drama it should be illegal kind of real.

I can’t say the details cause it’s trying to be kept on the down low.

But here’s the basics:

• Homeboy likes Vegan Girl.
• Vegan Girl and Homeboy start to date.
• Cute indie couple music plays.
• Vegan Girl supposedly still talks to her Vegan Ex.
• Friend of Vegan Ex tells Innocent Bystander(Played by yours truly) that Vegan Girl has been texting her Vegan Ex.
• Vegan Ex has no idea Homeboy exists.
• Innocent Bystander tells Homeboy’s Confidant the situation.
• Confidant tells Innocent Bystander that they should tell Homeboy’s Best Friend.
• Innocent Bystander tells Best Friend.
• Best Friend will now talk to Homeboy.

It’s a big mess truthfully. I honestly don’t know what to do, because A. I thought I graduated high school years ago (why is this high school stuff happening now?) and B. I’ve never been in this situation before. Like, if it were me, I would want to know about it, cause it could be nothing or it could be something. We don’t know for certain, we don’t know the details of the time frame. However, it’s better to be safe than sorry.

I don’t want to cause a big hubbub but at the same time if the situation is handled delicately it could be alright. Best Friend even said that he might message Friend of Vegan Ex to get the more details, this way it isn’t third hand knowledge, just secondhand. Friend of Vegan Ex said she wanted to stay out of it, but I think she would help out there. An unnamed source, like Deep Throat.

I wish I could play that role right now though, I rather be an unknown source than a known one. However, I take responsibility for what happens.

This is some soap opera stuff right here.

Or reality tv stuff.

Reality Tv is the soap opera of the modern era I think.

I wanna be on reality tv, I feel like I’d be a welcome presence.

Like, the whole group would be like, “This girl is so weird” Then one night, one of the dudes stay back at the house with me instead of going out with everyone else. He plans to stay in his room and relax away from the drama of the club. Then I walk into his room and in a serious voice ask the most important question one can, “Do you wanna make a pillow fort?” He’ll look at me and then after a moment of silence. “Hell yeah, let’s do it.”

We make the pillow fort, we bond. He says I remind him of his little sister, I say I remind everyone of their little sister, even those without little sisters.

I have that type of personality I guess. Everyone who meets me thinks I would be a good little sister, and they feel the need to protect me and help me. Which is nice, cause also on occasion, it’s not little sister syndrome and they just think I’m cute but those are few and far in between. I don’t know how to explain it, I’m cute first and foremost. I have a high pitch voice, I like cutsey things, and nine times out of ten I’m the youngest in the room.

It’s a thing.

Meh, I’ve accepted it.

Should I accept defeat and close this blog off early?

Or should I wait around a little more, cause I still have 2 hours left.

The amount of times it took me to just spell left is very pathetic. Good thing no one will ever know oh wait-

Too late to delete it. I’ve already moved past that line. It’s there permanently in my mind. It needs to be said.

That’s the good thing about papers, you send them out finished to the professors and they never know all the mess ups and mistakes that you actually put in there originally.

Like when you have a place holder for a paragraph that you’ll add in later.

*PLACE VERY WITTY COMMENT ABOUT LIFE AND SHIZ HERE*

Then there’s the awkward moment when you sent the rough one to your proff.

“Sorry professor, I didn’t mean to send you that! It was my rough draft. My paper really isn’t called, Lincoln Really Should Have Stayed In That Night.”

Though I have worked some odd things into my normal papers, my astronomy class had so many references to Doctor Who and Star Trek it’s not even funny, cause they flowed so seamlessly. Then there are classes where you think it wouldn’t work, but I worked a Newsies reference into a Journalism Paper.

I was inspired cause my playlist for writing Journalism Papers was basically the Newsies Soundtrack.

The Disney version though, nothing beats Batman singing about Santa Fe.

I would love the Broadway version too.

Don’t own it.

Wish I did.

Sad.

LOOK AT ME, I’M THE KING OF NEW YORK~

Favorite song, I don’t know why. Like, I love the entire score and soundtrack, it was catchy and fun, but for some reason this song is the one I constantly sing.

I’m probably gonna be singing it under my breath for the rest of the day.

I’d sing more, but I don’t know all the lyrics and what do you know, out internet is still sketch. Google is working, so woo google. However, other sites are like, “Nah man, we’re off today.”

Not cool bro, not cool.

Speaking of bros, cool dude just left.

Sad.

The rest of the hallway is still filled. Boss Lady is still here, doing her Boss Lady things.

I wonder if she’ll notice if I go and refill my water bottle.

I like to drink water.

It’s yummy.

Gonna run down to my club to re-fill my water, they’re cool about it. And by that I mean they accept that I do it. Cause they can’t tell me no.

It doesn’t work like that.

I did it.

I got stopped and jokingly told to stop.

Called it.

I claimed mermaid rights so I’m exempt.

Cause every personality quiz/test I take I always end up the Little Mermaid. Which is cool, I like her songs, I like her movie, we’re both hoarders, so it fits pretty well. I just wish it wasn’t the ginger princess. Not cause I’m a hater, well, I am a hater, but I don’t hate on gingers, that’s just mean. I mean it’s a bit predictable that I relate the red-headed princess the most while being a redhead.

Personally Cinderella is my favorite.

I want glass slippers for my wedding day.

Or something similar.

The problem I face: Nerd Wedding vs. Disney Wedding.

Maybe both?

Both.

Both is good.

Now all I need is a groom and I’m set!

Fingers crossed for a groom who likes both Disney and Nerd things!

Fingers crossed for a groom!

Fingers crossed for anyone at this point.

Fingers crossed it doesn’t rain today.

I mean it’s been looking like rain all day and with my luck it’ll start the second I get outside and stop once I’m indoors.

HOTTIE HOT PROF

I think.

I just saw plaid out of the corner of my eye, he usually wears plaid.

Walked by again.

So, the hottie hot prof.

I’m still blushing and smiling from yesterday.

Teehee~

Dangit, lights went out again.

Finally found the sensor though, took me long enough.

Every time I wave my arms around it’s cool cause then it’s like I’m a mutant.

Which is technically true cause gingerism is caused by a mutant gene.

Gingers are basically the X-men.

I’m an x-man.

Well x-woman.

Do I have to be Jean cause she’s the red-head?

I hope not, though I do love her power.

Hmmm…I have to think on that.

I think this is a good place to leave.

Until tomorrow, toodles~

Where’d You Go? I Miss You So…I Would Continue To Quote The Song But Google Is Down.

Oh Google, why are you down on campus?!

I need you.

I need you for every song lyric I need to correct.

For every word I don’t know how to spell, cause for some reason you know what the word I need is even before I finish it.

Please come back home.

So, originally, I was panicking this morning cause Trail Mix came in and was like, “The server is down!” and I’m like “Great Gatsby no!”

So I didn’t do that, but I was still slightly concerned.

I mean, my “I sound important and sound like I’m actually doing things” cover is all based online.

So I was thinking, hmm, maybe I’ll just use Google Drive….oh wait.

Maybe I’ll use a word document and then email it to myse-wait.

I could write it by hand!

…

no.

Doesn’t sound as important.

The skritch scratch of a pencil on paper isn’t as official as the typing of a keyboard, problem is, I don’t have my email to use as a cover for what I’m REALLY doing.

You know what I mean.

You don’t?

That makes two of us.

I seriously have no idea what I’m doing.

I’m trying though.

Boy am I trying.

So…I think somebody made a boo-boo when ordering something.

The list I got was for 9 of one thing…we got one of that thing.

I don’t know what to do.

Boss lady isn’t in today.

I have good idea of a cover though.

I’m gonna wait until tomorrow under the claim of me waiting to put everything with the things, but uh-oh! The things are missing. Le gasp!

That could work.

It’s gonna have to work, cause I have no idea what else to do.

I would email the peeps, but again, the whole Google deciding to rebel thing really isn’t helping.

To see if it’s working, I have something in the small search bar to just hit enter on every so often.

I picked Mango Smoothies.

I was gonna do kitties or cookies, but they could somehow be taken very wrongly and I don’t want that to happen.

Never let that happen.

I need to make copies at the copy center though.

Have to do that online.

Jerks.

The whole lot of them.

Not that it means much, my hallway is empty for then next hour or so.

Love classes.

They make it so my boss people all go out and leave my hallway so I can draw things and not worry about people walking in on them. I was thinking of drawing my fighter today, but then I remembered…I have problem drawing muscles without a reference. Google is down. I don’t like using references while at work anyway.

My reference photos usually come from Google, but I’ll usually screen shot them so that I can manipulate the photo however I want, which is basically zooming in on the parts I’m working on. It can get really awkward sometimes. Like for instance, when I was drawing the Shawm Michaels Heart on the Wrestlemania T-shirt I was making, the only good image of one I could find came from his wrestling pants….which he was wearing. And homeboy was not shy about the placement and the best straightforward heart was on the very front of his pants.

I zoomed in on the front of his pants for the sake of a shirt.

I swear.

I was thankful no one walked in when I was doing that though.

OH SNAP! COOL DUDE ACROSS FROM ME WAS IN HIS OFFICE THIS WHOLE TIME.

Good thing I didn’t start doodling then!

That was terrifying, had no idea he was here this whole time.

Ninja dude.

Cool dude is a ninja.

He’s also the one who was yelling about Tom the other day.

I wonder how he and his signficant other are doing then, cause Tom is so needy. Probably still calling him all the time. “I miss you!” “Go away Tom!” “But I love you cool dude!” “…I don’t love you…I never loved you.”

Sounds like a grade a soap opera.

I never actually watched a soap opera, despite thinking I’d be very good for one.

I’m over the top and dramatic. I’m like Norma Desmond.

I based my first blog off of her actually.

It was for a class assignment, we had to write a blog entry on four of the movies we watched in class. Sunset Blvd. was the best one in my opinion. That and Living in Oblivion. However, I related to Norma so freaking much it was astounding.

The one kid that I always made smart comments with turned to me at the same exact moment I was thinking this, “Dude, she’s you.”

I turn to him and was just like, “I know…I love it.”

She wasn’t crazy!

Well she was.

However, I don’t think the ending was completely her fault.

She was crazy, and the main guy knew this and took advantage of her. I’m not condoning what she did at the end, but I’m saying, the guy wasn’t completely blameless. He started the vicious cycle that they were in. Both parties were to blame.

I hope my ending doesn’t happen like hers.

That would truly break my heart.

The professor got a kick out of me and my reflections on being Norma though.

Still gave me a B as a final grade.

Jerk.

Big stupid jerk.

Big stupid non-singing jerk.

I felt like the singing thing was needed.

Cause again…the quiet keeps closing in and I need to have some sort of noise.

Luckily, it seems like the crickets agree with me, for every time I think it’s too quiet, they start their song.

Works for me.

At least one of us should be able to sing.

Sing. Sing a songgggggg!

That’s where I would usually put a youtube link for you to have a nice little song thing that’ll set the mood or just inspire you…or just to say, “hey, I like that song.”

Songs can do that.

Musicals have impromptu song and dance numbers, which is why I wish my life was one, but you still have a soundtrack to your life.

You just have the option to pick the songs that are on it.

You can pick the songs that define you, that got you on a deep emotional level you couldn’t so much put in words:

“Weightless” “Raise Your Glass” “Brave”

Songs that showed you a world of music outside of the world you knew:

“Helena” “Bat Country” “Blue Lips”

Songs that just are so much fun for you to sing:

“Ice Ice Baby” “Pokerap”

Your soundtrack might not be completely kid friendly:

“Turn Off the Lights”

That song is hilariously bad. Like, not “how is this song popular, it’s so bad?” but instead, “This song is so bad, that I feel I should be going to church and confessing to listening to it as a sin.” It’s that type of bad. My friend was like, don’t go home and listen to this song. EVER.

You know what this makes me do?

You told me not to do it.

I now have to do it.

I did it.

Whoops.

It was so inappropriate. We made up a dance to go along with it.We listened to it so much that it got to the point where we knew all the lyrics and didn’t even need the song on as a guide to keep tempo. That’s why it’s on my list.

THE PHONE RANG!!!

Scary!!! What do I do!?

Oh gosh!

I better answer.

They hung up.

Broke the silence though.

That creepy no noise but my typing silence.

Troublesome.

Guess I’ll try to doodle again?

I mean cool dude is still across the hall, but he just talked to his friend and was like, “I got nothing to do.”

Me too man.

Me too.

We have so much in common…WE SHOULD START A BAND!

I call lead vocals.

Cause, I don’t have any musical talents, aside from a halfway decent voice.

Great for singing lower female Disney songs.

I wanna listen to some….

I wonder if Google is working, I wanna Disney it up.

Google is still not working…I wonder.

BING IS WORKING

You know bing? The one no one cares about, but they keep saying people do.

Bing, helping people get to google since it was created.

Oh man, cool dude freaked for a moment.

Still like him.

He’s going to his car to charge his phone according to the phone call he’s making.

Hmm…curiouser and curiouser.

Trail Mix already left to find better internet elsewhere. I wish you much success in your journey.

I wanna take an early lunch cause it’s such a super slow day….

So slow.

So so slowwwww.

SLOWWWWWWWWWW.

Slow looks like snow.

Do you wanna build a snowman?

My friend recorded me singing that before.

I risked a lot for that recording.

See, one of the guys at my old “job” was a bit on the sketch side. A few of the young ones were there at like 9:30 on night and we’re just hanging out, someone accidentally threw a ball at the guy’s door. Oh well, not like he’s here. My and this kid were in the room across from the office and all the sudden we here the guy. We turn around and he walks out of his office…he’s off the clock at like 5pm. So now, we all have a fear/joke that he’s living in his office.

So, I had to see if he was in one day, cause he was supposed to be, but his door was closed. Well, since he was there with a closed door before, why not see what happens. So I took the perfect opportunity. And boom!

Perfect.

Of course it was only the first verse cause I was afraid he was gonna open the door and find me and then grab me and drag me into his office of doom.

It smells so bad in there, it could take out a garbage man with its smell.

Not cool bro.

Why did you have to kill Steve the Garbage Man?

What did he ever do to you?

Oh, he buried you in garbage one day and it took 9 hours to get out…

Sorry. He didn’t deserve to die though!

You could shower.

They got ointments for this kind of thing.

Don’t take it out on Steve.

Poor Steve…we hardly knew you.

When I get my new fish I’m gonna name him Steve.

My last fish was a Beta and I named him Tony, despite having Captain America coloring.

So I made this headcanon! that Tony saw the fish and thought of Steve. He bought it for Steve as a present and this is basically how it went down:

“Hey Cap, I saw this and thought of you.”

“Wow Stark, that’s very ki-”

“I named him after you favorite person in the universe, me.”

“Wha-”

“No need to thank me. Take care of Tony for me, we bonded.”

And then Captain America would sit there all confused as Tony Stark saunters his way out of the room.

It could happen.

Things happen all the time.

Like, I wasn’t planing on it, all the sudden, I got offered a cookie!

Yep!!

The guy in charge of my old club came by and was like, “I’m going to subway want anything?”

My initial response is usually, “No thank you.”

But then all the sudden my brain was like, COOKIE.

So my mouth was like cookie.

And now I’m getting a cookie!

I’m like Angelica Pickles when it comes to cookies.

She was my favorite.

Now in order to get the cookie I have to wait longer for my lunch.

I’m hungry now!

But I’ll wait.

How long could it be?

So…about two hours or so later I finally got my cookie. It was delicious and well worth the wait.

However, no one, is in my hallway. I mean it for realizes this time. My phone is on 15% battery, the internet is mostly down, and I don’t have any built-in games on my computer….cruel world! Now would be the perfect time to play games or have fun but noooooo…I can’t cause all my sources of fun things are down.

And boo.

I nicked my stockings.

They’re gonna run soon, which will be bad cause I didn’t shave.

I wore them to avoid shaving.

Dangit.

No nail polish or hairspray either.

I have suntan lotion…

I sprayed the run spots with suntan lotion.

Hopefully it sticks for another 2 hours that I’m here.

I’m gonna try to keep that leg straight for the rest of the day.

Watch, the day I get the run is the day the hottie hot prof finally acknowledges me.

I was hoping I jinxed myself cause aside from the run I look cute.

Does it still work when you’re purposely jinxing yourself?

No?

Darn.

Since I don’t need to keep up important business lady appearance I’m gonna skidadle.

Toodles~

…and as I went through to spell check cool dude came back but he shut his door, now he’s opening his door. Now he’s in his office, this is exciting we’re in the old timey world of radio! And oh crap he came in my office. He asked about internet. Hopefully he didn’t see any of this.

…he probably saw all of this…

Ah fudge.

 

It’s Friday, Friday, No One Comes To The Office On Friday.

Here I am once again…

torn in to pieces. Can’t deny it, can’t pretend, thought you were the one. Broken up, deep inside…but you won’t get to see the tears I cryyyyyy, behind these hazel eyes!

Good old Kelly. She’s my American Idol. Like, she’s the first one.

She’s the OG of Idol.

I might tweet that at her.

I probably will tweet that at her.

I’m tweeting it at her.

I’m too scared to tweet at her.

…

I’m gonna do it.

I DID IT! OH MY GOSH I ACTUALLY FOLLOWED THROUGH WITH THE TWEET!

I’m sorta scared, but whateves. It’s out there and I’m in here.

Now Fridays are meant to be the slowest of slow days at the office. No one comes in.

Figuratively no one.

Cause there is one guy that comes in.

He doesn’t NEED to be here, but he likes the quiet of the environment to work in…

Meaning…the real work I could be doing I can’t because it’ll probably disturb him.

The only thing I really need to do today is to shred things. However, I don’t want to shred things because it’s loud. So I’ll wait…and wait I shall. Despite my intense need to shred. Like, it’s my favorite thing to do and I have no idea why.

It’s so much fun! I even made a song about it

I’M SHREDDING AWAYYYYYYYYY, SET AN OPEN COURSE FOR THE PAPER PLANESSSSSS

It’s great. I’m a lyrical mastermind.

And oh snap. The only other worker is in.

I sat here for like 2 hours or so relaxing cause there was no one here. I finished my pirate doodle. I finished her princess counterpart. But yet…people show up so I now need to sound importnant.

Then again….

I might be supposed to do a mountain load of work but I wouldn’t know, cause my email is down…WHICH IS TOTALLY SCARY CAUSE i HAVE THE FIRST TWO ADVENTURES OF ELLIEBUG ON THEIR AND i HAVE ALL MY RADIO DOCUMENTARY WORK! i NEED THAT FOR GUIDANCE!

Hopefully all works out well…

Fingers crossed.

Well legs crossed.

I can’t type with crossed fingers.

totwally tried to trypr eoyth

…that was me trying to type with crossed fingers. Didn’t work.

I did it for science and I wrote it down so it totally counts as science.

YAY SCIENCE!

Though I’m really bad at science. I’m not a fan.

Despite my intense love for science fiction.

I’m like this…riddle wrapped inside an enigma wrapped inside a taco.

Which is technically a quote from a fantasy show? I don’t know what I class Supernatural as…aside from awesome.

New season starts soon, that’ll be interesting.

I should probably write about something important looking so that when people walk in it’s like: “WHOA! YOU’RE SO SMART AN OFFICAL WRITING THOSE THINGS.”

What’s an offical thing I could type…

Maybe a script from a crime drama show, that’ll be fun. Or I can look up words and write down all their meanings.

…or I can give up here, go back to drawing and pretend this whole post never happened despite the fact that I’m posting it online where it’s saved forever somewhere in the cloud that I really don’t understand….

I’m liking that last option quite a lot, not that bit about the cloud, cause the cloud scares me, but drawing is a lot of funnnnn….

SOMEONE SAID MY NAME

Like they were talking about me.

Oh gosh what did I do.

Probably something really bad.

Maybe they discovered that I’m typing this instead of doing anything else?! Oh gosh.

They’re gonna get the police involved and then I’m gonna go to jail and despite how popular Orange is the New Black is I don’t think I’d have fun in jail.

Am I over reacting? Definently.

The problem is, as a child I was always tuned in to hear my name come from my mom’s mouth when she would talk about me. It was usually always good. But I didn’t get a lot of praise growing up, because it was expected of me to do good on school projects and what not.

Hence why I now am under the belief that I’m the average of the world. Cause it’s no big deal to me. I expect every student to be like me. I didn’t find it special to be Magna Cu Whatever, cause I thought that my grades were average so Manga Choo Whateves was a normal occurrence for average students.

No, it means you had a super high gpa.

No, I thought everyone’s gpa was above 3.0.

It’s not?

That’s considered smart?

Oh….

awkward.

I guess despite living my life thinking I have low expectations I’ve actually had high ones this whole time…huh, who knew?

Dodgeball taught me to aim low. But I guess I’ve lobbed an expectation or two a bit higher than planned.

I heard the hottie hot.

Crap. I was not prepared for this.

Abort mission!

They did not prepare me for this in med school!

…cause I never went to med school…

Still! This isn’t something they’d prepare you for there anyway…then again there are a lot of hottie hot doctors in the world.

So med school probably has two courses: “Every Day Struggles of Being a Hottie Hot Doc” and “So You’re Working With a Hottie Hot Doc.”

This way they cover everything. There’s always the awkward moment when a hottie hot doc is in the wrong class though. Good learning expierence for the others though, use him/her as the example.

I’ll ask my med school friend if those classes exist.

I think that about does it…but wait!

I’m only slightly under 1000 words so I’ll keep going until I reach it.

I’m now over hearing what I think is a spouseuel dispute…guy on the phone just said “FORGET ABOUT TOM!”

I’m curious…who is this “Tom?”

Is there any relation between him and the Tom I know…who is sorta like an over hyper puppy who keeps bugging you and whining at you to play while you’re trying to type a paper… he probably tried to insert himself into their relationship. Not cool man.

Oh! The dispute is over…he hung up but he said, “I love you.”

It’s all good then!

Thank goodness Tom didn’t come between their love.

I’m offically over 1000.

Oh happy day! Time for me to sail away…and by that I mean go and read or draw for another 1/2 hour or so.

Toodles~