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I’m late, I’m late, for a very important date!

I WAS ALMOST LATE THIS MORNING!

Just kidding.

Got in right on time with the meeting.

It was entertaining.

But long.

That’s not why I’m late with posting this though.

It’s not because I had a lot of busy work either.

It’s cause I’m retyping and fine tuning my resume.

It looks fancy as anything.

HOLY CRAP FORGOT MY TEMP WORK

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So I attempted to add it but I don’t know how I should list my duties sort of thing.

It’s hard.

Resumes are hard.

I don’t like them.

I really wish I could just walk into a place and be like what up?

That would def get me hired in an instant.

I would love it.

Really I would.

Sort of.

I wish I was just rich though, then I wouldn’t have to work unless I wanted to and then I could become Batman or something.

Better, I can buy myself a Batcave.

Dudes get ManCaves…I want a Batcave.

I see them all the time on shows…I want one.

I also had to get away from the resume.

Just looking at it is starting to make my brain explode. I was working on it for the past hour or so and it’s just so infuriating.

All I want to do is read, but my eyes hurt so much from the screen that I can’t read.

Plus I think I wanna read a book that I don’t own.

I do that a lot.

I buy books in bulk.

I have a lot at home, but I want more to read now.

I’ve been watching a bit of Sons of Anarchy so I feel a need to read some novels about motorcycle things.

It’s an interesting thing but I don’t know where I would look for novels like that.

I usually stick to the YA section, or Young Adult for you non-YA types.

Yeah, I don’t really care what it’s called cause some of those books are really good.

I wrote a paper on the Hunger Games in one of my classes even. That’s how much I love it. Of course it was a class where you had to compare the book to the movie and I chose Hunger Games cause it was my favorite and I know the book and movie like the back of my hand. So I wrote the paper and it was 20 pages and I even got to mention Seneca Crane’s perfect facial hair and the beard with its own Facebook page. The prof liked it so much she even wrote on it “I really wanted to use this as the example but I felt it would be a bit intimidating for the other students.”

I write a lot.

Whoops.

I read a lot.

Not whoops.

It balances out.

Sorta.

Enough.

It’s cool though.

Just like Young Adult novels.

I’ll probably be reading young adult novels when I’m an 80 year old woman. That is if my eyes are still working for me.

I hope they’re still working for me by then.

If not I’ll be highly upset.

Which is why I really need to go to the eye doctor’s.

I’m pretty sure I need glasses.

I blame computers.

I spend way too much time looking at a computer screen.

Or my phone screen.

It’s bad for me.

I turn the brightness down a bit low so that it doesn’t hurt as much but I really need to spend less time looking at the screens.

It hurts.

Of course my job field is spent in front of screens 90% of the time.

Not cool bro.

But it is what it is.

I would remember I use to type so many papers and spend so much time looking at a computer screen that I would have to get cold compresses and lay them on my eyes for a minute or two before I could go back to work.

Other times I would wear sunglasses.

I’ve worn sunglasses alone in my room at 3 in the morning because the computer light was hurting my eyes too much.

It’s like a mini sun on your lap.

Or desk.

The main purpose is the fact that it’s a mini sun.

I don’t like it.

I don’t like the sun.

He’s not out today though.

Which is good and bad cause no sun, no burns.

But it’s also bad cause no sun, no warmth.

And I don’t like long sleeved fancy clothes so I’m a bit out of luck right now.

So is Cool Dude.

He’s claiming he needs a quick dinner tonight.

Poor thing.

He says he’ll grab pizza but he doesn’t really want pizza.

I can totally agree with you on that front.

I hate pizza.

I hate it soooo much.

It’s the sauce. I’m not a sauce fan.

And there goes the hottie hot prof.

Doing his little finger wave into my office.

Gosh he could do that all day and I would smile like a fool every time.

Perfection.

Simply, perfection.

…

Anyway.

Not perfection? Tomatoes.

Tomatoes are the devil’s fruit.

What fruit tastes like a vegetable?

Tomatoes.

That’s why it’s the devil’s fruit.

It’s red too, so it’s very fitting.

All signs are pointing against tomatoes.

Sorry dudes, you had your time.

Speaking of time, it’s almost time for lunch!

Part of me wants to leave early for my lunch I mean it’s only 5 minutes.

But Trail Mix caught me going to my club earlier while I was on working time.

In all fairness I went for a really good reason.

I couldn’t remember when I worked for the club and I needed that down on my resume.

And speak of the devil and he shall appear.

Not the real devil.

Trail Mix.

He walked into my office to throw something out.

Goodness help me if he ever reads any of this.

I’m out of luck.

Or he’ll find Trail Mix to be a truly intriguing character and find himself relating to this woodsman who enjoys trail mix. He could also hate Trail Mix.

Then there will be a meta thing where it’s all the basis for the self-loathing he has.

Cool Dude would appreciate this.

He’s cool.

He’s talking to someone about not buying coffee.

Saying not to spend money.

Awww, he said save the three dollars and don’t buy for me. Spend it on yourself.

It’s sweet.

Nice guy that Cool Dude.

He just used the word, “baby.”

Lost cool points Cool Dude.

I hate when people call their significant other baby.

Something about that is just odd to me.

Babe is somewhat okay, but baby just makes me want to punch a desk.

 

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Back from lunch and I have not punched a desk yet.

I have contemplated it a lot though…

I thought about it so much.

My resume stinks.

No.

It’s my cover letter that has major issues.

You’re supposed to explain why you want the job.

“I need money?”

That’s not a good enough reason for a cover letter, so I need to make up a bunch of stuff and use fancy smart words and make it sound genuine.

Not to mention I have to brag about myself while still sounding humble.

That’s really hard.

Plus I don’t know what I can put in there.

The things I want to say can’t go in there:

♠ I can bike in heels.

♠ I can name all the actors who have played the Doctor on Doctor Who.

♠ I break out into impromptu songs at any given moment.

♠ I have beaten 2048 multiple times.

♠ I remember minor details about incidents that happened years ago that none of my friends have.

♠ I quote tv and movie on the regular.

♠ I met two Power Rangers.

♠ I am a walking encyclopedia for Supernatural.

♠ I once wrote a 20 page paper on the Hunger Games…when the max was 3.

Not very strong resume points, but great points for life. I think those would get me at least 500 points to the Hogwarts house of my choosing.

The House Cup goes to Slytherin!

Whoo!

LOL JK!

Harry Potter isn’t in your house so we’re gonna award his house a million points cause he rocks.

Imagine if Harry was in Slytherin though.

Like, I’m pretty sure Slytherin would have won the House Cup that year. Him and Draco would be more chill with one another cause he didn’t take away the glory. They’d be teammates on the QuidditchTeam cause Draco could then go for a different position, cause let’s be real, he only became a Seeker cause he wanted to beat Harry at his own game. Now there’s no contest. Hogwarts would have been more chill.

That would have been very nice.

Of course it could have absolutely gone to hell cause Harry isn’t Gryffindor so he doesn’t actually do any of the things he did to save the day. Voldy-kins decides to come back early, Quirrell is still the professor and Slytherin gets a pizza party.

So Harry still wins.

Harry Potter, winner no matter what side he’s on.

Jealous.

So jealous.

And oh snap the printer!

…wait…nothing’s printing…it’s just making noise.

Huh…weird.

Good thing it decided to do that then.

I was about to break out the coloring book….

I’m defiantly taking out the coloring book.

Sorry my rambles are short today.

The resume is getting to me.

Coloring will help.

Coloring always helps.

Therapeutic even.

My hallway is empty too so it’s not like anyone will see me and call me out on it.

…and then I just jinxed myself.

Oh well.

We’ll see what happens.

For now,

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!