"What's Up, Vanilla Face?"

I'm sorry about the title of this post. I swear to god, I'm going to wear out that phrase before everyone else does. So from now on, I'm going to be saying "yeckshimesh!" for hello and "Shinqueed" for goodbye. Take that, masses. Take that.

As you've probably noticed from my less than cheerful intro to this post, I'm grumpy. "Why?" you ask? (Or didn't, seeing as you would normally just gaze over my shoulder at a dent in the wall and tune me out after muttering, "oh, no way.") I've had a l-o-o-o-o-o-n-g week. I don't know exactly why. I had a marketing test and a finance project due at the end of this week, which was fairly manageable, but I remember looking at my planner on Tuesday and thinking to myself, "it's only fucking Tuesday?!" Yes, my darlings, I am a lump of grump. But let's try to move past that.

I remember Evan's roomate Tyler asking me once, "if you were an animal, what would you be?" Actually, it was more like, "IF YOU WERE AN ANIMAL WHAT WOULD YOU BE?!?!?!" because it was loud in the bar, but that doesn't translate so well into writing. I think, that if I were any animal, I would be this little guy:

An otter delightfully licking the glass of whatever cage it happens to be in. Is that weird?

So on my AIM buddy window, (I don't know if anyone has noticed this) there are these damned eyeballs that follow you everywhere on the top. I was sitting here trying to think of what to write about and wiggling my mouse over them and decided to click the banner, once and for all. Guess what it turned out to be?
"PARANOIA:
Just one of the few effects of smoking marijuana. Along with short-term memory loss. Apathy. Loss of coordination. And, for some, it may increase the risk for schizophrenia."
Really? I mean, I'm no pothead, that's for sure, but I think it's interesting that these campaigns rely heavily on fear to get kids not to smoke pot. And it's a completely proven fact that kids will make their own decisions whether or not to get high and the ads simply don't work. I think that people just get all fussy when they don't think the National Center for Drug Control isn't doing anything to get kids not to do drugs, instead of educating their own damn children why drugs are bad. Baaaad drugs.

Ok, stepping off of my pedestal...

I downloaded the new Lupe Fiasco CD the other day but have been too busy to even listen to it a lot. What I did hear of it I actually liked. He is coming to the Aggie (gasp) and I might go see him. It's on a Sunday (the 22nd) though. My Sundays are for doing nothing but complaining about work. Anyways, I would go through the CD right now and give you a rundown of the tracks, but Burt is sleeping, and when I wake up Burt, it's not pretty. Doing shit like that is how I got a pair of balls drawn on my dresser mirror in eyeliner. Damn you, loud voice! Damn you to hell!

Oh! Happy Friday the 13th. It's... Ok, seriously. Doesn't this happen every year?! I should just start saying, "happy Columbus day!" and then punching people in the face. That'll make you apprehensive of Columbus day, now won't it?! Damn straight it will.

Alright, well I'm going to make myself some food before I go to work.... yuck. Here's hoping that everyone will decide to go on a "no sandwich" diet and I can keep myself from stabbing my bare finger through the sandwiches I do make. (I don't do that. I swear.) This new marketing assistant job I got is so much better. I do about half the work for one and a half times the pay. Brilliant. Just brilliant.