I. Drink. Your. Milkshake!

Lost a boyfriend, got a job.

That's really it.

Hi everyone. My LJ respite may be permanent (I haven't decided yet) and if so, I'd still like to keep in touch with everyone who wants to.

I am on Facebook (you can email me for the info to friend me) and Twitter. I don't go on AIM much if at all, so gmail is the most direct.

Things have been better. Everything was stressing me out for awhile, but things seem a bit better now. I have a job with a consultant firm (no more retail!; starts in July) and things with my bf and bffs are pretty good. Hooray.

Now? It's time to save money, and start to think about moving out. One day.

I'm not really okay -- mentally -- so I definitely don't want to blog about it. I don't know when I'll feel like posting again, so consider me MIA. Defriend if you'd like.

I felt really, really down the other day, and it was all because I realized I would never marry Simon Pegg.

The whammy bar on the Guitar Hero controller that came in the bundle pack I got after Christmas is broken, and has been broken ever since I took it out of the box. But I just bought a second controller yesterday at Best Buy, and I bought the 2-year replacement warranty. So, I'm going to put the broken one in the new box, and return it Monday and get a new one, no questions asked. Hooray!

But, I am a fool. Let's break it down.

The Get Control Of Your Life, Good God List

1. Okay, stop it with the food. Just because people offer you food doesn't mean you need to eat it. Eat right. Eat proper portion sizes. Enough with the EATING.
2. You have a treadmill in the basement. GET ON IT. You used to work out twice a day for an hour; now just the thought of half-hour stretching exercises seems strenuous. Ugh, gross.
3. If you ever want to get out of a) debt and b) the house, stop spending money like water, asshole!
4. Clean your room. Maybe less clutter in my physical realm will equal less clutter in my mental realm?
5. Blog! You've had this thing for seven years! Don't give up now. Try posting a picture everyone once in awhile!

... that's about all I hate about my current existence right now!

1. Working.
2. Eating.
3. Sleeping.
4. Puking at Medieval Times.

I will elaborate on any, if you'd like.

This greatly cheers me up (and I haaaaate animals):



He saved Latin. What did you ever do? (Thanks Jezebel.)

On a superficial note, here's another thing I'm shit-angry about: the cover of the There Will Be Blood special edition DVD. What the fuck is that shit? It's SOOOO UGLY. It should be this one! Obviously! It's so subtle and perfectly captures the essence of the film ... and just, man.

Why does everyone disappoint me. Always.

The Wonderfalls Wax Lion.

I am sick. I have a 102.2 fever. All last night I could not sleep, and was focusing on how cold I was, especially my feet. Finally, around 11:30, I resigned myself to getting out of bed to put on socks, but I decided to put my slippers on as well. That helped a little, but then, just as I started to doze off, I realized I had to pee. So around 1:30 am, I went to the bathroom. I fell asleep at 3:30, only to wake up around 5 am drenched in sweat. I crawled downstairs at 6:30 am, hoping a change of scenery would help me sleep. My mom heard me and followed me, and when she touched my cheeks she said I was "as hot as a firecracker." She gave me some Tylenol and I went back to sleep. She woke me up at 8:30 so I could call out of work.

Since then, I've been in bed until now, drinking lukewarm tea and water, dozing off occasionally, and watching season 2 of Dead Like Me. What I'm most upset about is that Wednesday is my fun day. I spend the afternoons with Zach, and watch Project Runway at Rad's house with her and Shubha. Now I'm confined to my bed with a drippy nose, unable to taste my toast.